Pray or Prey (closed)

[CharChar123]

Vanessa blanched. She had left him, yes, but she had thought it for the best. She thought she had been going mad. It hurt for him to make her feel like she hurt him on purpose.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, "I was scared. Of you."

She obediently followed him into the bedroom. The dominant feature was the large four poster bed, the most comfortable looking bed Vanessa had ever seen. She climbed into the bed and waited for Torsten to do the same.

Feeling empty without his touch, she moved into him, nestling her face in his neck, delighting herself with his scent. She felt comfortable with him there, like she belonged there.

"Will you ever forgive me for leaving you?" she asked, sorrow plain in her voice.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten stripped down to his underwear and climbed into the bed next to Vanessa and felt her snuggle up to him. His body reacted to Vanessa's touch. The pain in her voice was plain and Torsten kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Nothing to forgive, love. Nothing to forgive."

His eyes snapped shut with the rising sun, his body locking into its version of rigor.

His mind however was not so still.

Torsten found himself semi aware, The cool touch of her skin against his raised a sensitivity in his skin that Torsten never knew. Each pore in contact with Vanessa sang in exultation at her presence, at her touch.

A rightness settled across him, a belonging that even the Church never gave him, and part of Torsten's mind wondered if Vanessa felt the same.

 

[CharChar123]

Love.

He had called her love. Vanessa wondered whether love was an accurate description of what she felt for Torsten. She certainly felt right laying with him now; in fact it was the only thing she felt so good about doing.

The sun rose, and Vanessa was overcome with weakness. Torsten stiffened beside her, the sun reducing his movements to that of a corpse. With time, he would be able to move freely in the day, but for now his fledgling status limited him.

Vanessa sighed, the micro-movements creating delicious friction over Torsten's frigid skin. She liked the feeling, the sensation of their proximity. Vanessa moved again, snuggling further into Torsten, wrapping her arms around his bare back.

The contact was soon not enough.

With a groan, she severed herself from Torsten's hold. She frowned, disliking the void that only his touch could fill. As quickly as she could, she disrobed, leaving only her black panties on. Her clothes were left unceremoniously on the ground beside the bed as she resumed her prior position.

The skin-to-skin contact was amazing.

She could feel everything; the blood running through his veins, the ridges of his abdominal muscles, the muscles in his legs. She could feel his cock, in its semi-erect state, reaching for her through the thin material of his underwear. She groaned onto his neck, pleased.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten could feel Vanessa's naked skin against his body, the pressure of her nipples against his skin, the press of her body against his. His mind whirled and whirled, focusing on the part of him that he had ignored and suppressed since he could remember.

He had made it through life with out knowing the pleasures of a woman, in the last couple of days he had more sexual experience than he figured he would get in his life. Regardless two of the three orgasms were during the initial embrace with Vanessa, the third by a human, whilst he was dreaming of Vanessa.

What was it about her that aroused him so? Why was it she alone, of the innumerable humans, vampires and other creatures he had the pleasure, and displeasure, of meeting, roused his prurient interests?

Vanessa moved again her leg draping over his thighs, her face burying itself into his neck. Her groan of happiness, pleasure, seemed to carry how he felt. Her thigh just below his semi flaccid manhood. Or vampirehood?

His heart and body screamed in frustration, wanting to turn to her. To take Vanessa. To completely bind her heart body mind and soul to him. Yet his body lay still, incapable of movement, his rigor mortis holding him more securely than anything in his life had been able to do.

Images of his body sliding together with hers, into hers, filled Torsten's mind. Her legs wrapped around his waist as his long disused pecker filled her, completing her. The feel of her breasts in his hands, nipples in his mouth, tongue slavering over the areola made Torsten ache in a way he had never felt..

His inability to possess her right then was driving him one step closer to madness, or was it love, or was love madness?

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa was very content with their position, together. She could stay like this forever, held by his arms, treated with his scent. She let her mind wander again, but not so far this time. She only wanted to see Torsten in her mind's eye.

And so she did. She remembered the feeling of their bodies rolling around- her mind emitting the burning of skin and the foul crucifix. She remembered his taste, both his saliva and his blood. They were both very sweet in their own right. She remembered his kisses, from the brief kiss on her forehead to the probing one on his first night.

And then her mind showed her things that hadn't yet transpired: him feeding from her, her mouth on his cock, his mouth on her breasts. Vanessa knew not where these visions came from. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps I am truly dreaming. She had never had such vivid imaginations before; she had also never felt love before.

Vanessa could feel her body reacting to her dreams. She slickened, her black panties getting wet with her arousal. Her nipples, once soft, pebbles, hardened. They became even more sensitive as they rubbed against Torsten's skin.

Vanessa was so lost in Torsten that she nearly didn't notice the sun setting. She smiled against Torsten's neck as it finally descended, hugging him tighter to her, feeling him regain control of his body.

"Good evening," she whispered.

 

[a_libertine]

With a growl Torsten rolled over on top of Vanessa, his lips hungrily finding hers. The urgency, need of his kiss crushing her lips against her teeth. Ramming his tongue down Vanessa’s throat, he growled, moaned, need reverberating from the walls of the bedroom.

Using his right knee, Torsten spread Vanessa’s legs, allowing him to fill the void between them, her thighs clamped against his waist, her ankles interlocked behind his back. Torsten’s instantly hard cock nestled against her slit, ever through the two layers of clothing, her wet readiness evident to him.

His immediate hunger slacked, Torsten’s kiss softened, his tongue exploring her mouth gently. His right hand trailed up Vanessa’s sleek side, counting the ribs as his fingers bounced off of each one. Coming to the swell of her breast, Torsten traced the line between tit and chest, encircling her tit.

Dragging the talon hard finger nail across her breast, Torsten encircled the small tight areola crowning the teat like a cherry on a sundae. Once last circle, his finger danced lightly on the seam between nipple and areola. Vanessa’s gasp more rewarding than the fruitless prayers offered years past.

Vanessa squirmed under Torsten, grinding her juicy core against the forge hardened rod trying to smelt it. Sensing her need, Torsten pressed his hips downward, forcing his cock further between her folds, their mutual efforts rewarded as Vanessa clawed his back screaming his name as her body shuddered violently below him.

Raising slightly, Torsten reached between them and grasped the silky fabric of her thong and ripped it off of her, tossing it aside. Vanessa’s aroma wafted to Torsten, freezing him in place.

A new hunger erupted within him as he kissed his way down Vanessa’s body. Sucking each nipple into his mouth, Torsten spent little time on them, his concentration on the heat source now pressed against his stomach, slathering him in quim.

With a growl, Torsten grabbed the underside of each of Vanessa’s thighs and thrust them up and out, lifting her small ass off the bed. Kneeling between her splayed legs, Torsten looked down at Vanessa’s pussy and ass, both pointing at him. Glancing up, seeing the unadulterated desire in her eyes, Torsten lowered his head to the V below him, his tongue tracing up her slit.

 

[CharChar123]

Within a few seconds of the sun setting, Torsten was upon her. He rolled onto her, spreading her legs wide and letting her legs clamp round him. She growled back, and moved her head down so that his searching lips could find hers.

Vanessa enjoyed his weight. He was heavy, and she loved the feeling of being trapped beneath him, vulnerable. She was completely at his, or rather his lust's, mercy. He was wild, his tongue seeking every nook in her mouth, as if devouring everywhere would mark her as his own.

But then, he slowed. It was almost as if he had been storing up his lustful energies all through the day, and suddenly with the sun's setting released them onto Vanessa.

His hands slackened on her body, his touch light and feathery as he traced her body. Vanessa tried to control her body but she could not as she writhed against him, gasping.

His cock was ready for her, hard and nestlings at her entrance. She tried to push him onto her, into her, but the barrier between them restricted the movement. She desperately needed him, inside her. The need was so great she found herself pushing on him harder. With a swift push of his hips he was poking inside of her. The feeling felt so right she couldn't help but shriek his name out, clutching onto his back, trying to pull him in more.

Torsten moved and took off her scanty underwear. Her scent, uncovered and concentrated at her core, was released into the air around them. He looked at her and his eyes widened, and instead of pushing his cock into her he used his mouth to suckle on her breasts.

It was clear that his focus was not on her breasts. True enough, he trailed down to her glistening sex, detatching her body from his and lifting her hips into the air.

And then he licked her slit. She trembled, his name escaping as a groan as his tongue caressed her folds. His tongue was hot, but his occassional breaths were cool, making her clit swell and gain sensitivity until she could feel the air around them pulsing and moving.

Her hands flew down to his head, holding his face in her crotch. His tongue lapped hungrily at her, continually and diligently until she felt herself shudder.

"Fuck, Torsten!" she cursed as she came onto his mouth. Vanessa rarely lost control of herself, but she couldn't handle this. He made her babble and quiver like the petty humans she always looked down on. Torsten was still licking at her, tasting her juices, each stroke of his tongue sending shivers down her body.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten's tongue lavished Vanessa's pussy, plunging inside her, exploring her inner and outer lips. Her body quivered and his face became wet as Vanessa came, her quim covering his mouth, chin and cheeks.

Reaching down Torsten lowered his boxers, his tongue still traveling where ever it may. Finally kicking his under garments aside, Torsten began kissing his way up Vanessa's body. Hooking her knees with his elbows, he grabbed her upper arms and pressed his turgid cock against her.

Pinning her down, arms and legs at angles away from her body, Torsten slid his hard cock head into her. The feel of her cunt squeezing his bulbous helmet like a peeled grape, Torsten moaned a subsonic sound, felt not heard. Vanessa struggled underneath him, and Torsten tightened his grip, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her.

When the only movement Vanessa could manage was her feet and hands, Torsten bottomed out in Vanessa, completely filling her. His mouth founds her and kissed her.

Possessively.

Nothing sweet, tender, or loving. It was a kiss of ownership.

Drawing his cock out as slowly and as far as he could, Torsten slammed it back into Vanessa, "You," again the slow then hard stroke, "are" and again, "MINE!"

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa could only watch as Torsten effectively bound her with his arms. Every instinct inside her told her that he was a threat to her, and for almost three thousand years she had followed her instincts. It was difficult for her to be still because deep in her mind she knew that being still under him, letting him do what he wanted with her, would be relinquishing control.

It was one thing to lose control momentarily, but another thing completely to relinquish it. So, as Torsten tightened his hold on her and pushed the tip of his hard member into her small womanly hole, she wasn't struggling against him. She was fighting against herself.

Her movements were only free in her feet and her hands. In her logical mind, she knew that Torsten could not restrain her, not for long. He was a fledgling. Vanessa's eyes widened. She was talking to herself? She felt a partition in her head. Logical verses emotional. For the moment, forever, she would shut the logical side out.

She relaxed under Torsten.

It was that moment, whether he knew it or not, that Vanessa gave herself truly to him.

And in perfect timing, he kissed her. Not a soft kiss, not a sweet kiss, but a possessive one. He was marking her with his mouth, his tongue. And then he pushed into her, slowly filling her slick core. He withdrew slowly, and then slammed into her, making her yelp at the feeling of suddenly being full again. He growled at her as he repeated his actions.

"You. Are. MINE!" he snarled.

"Yes." she groaned. "Yes! I am yours, only yours,"

She knew what she was saying, even though Torsten wouldn't understand the weight of it. By swearing herself to him, she was proposing to be his mate. For life.

"Swear yourself to me," she said desperately. "Swear you will not love another,"

She leaned up kissing him, trying to muster as much of her strength, to tell him that she wanted him. As he pushed in and out of her, she groaned again, her helpless state not scaring her like it would have before.

"Torsten," she moaned, feeling a release come up out of nowhere, "Be my mate!"

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten raised up onto his toes, using the balls of his feet, his hands clasped around Vanessa's wrists and her thighs pressed against his chest for support, did the most natural thing on earth: He pounded her pussy as hard as he could with his cock.

Hips rising and falling at a pace that no human could match, Torsten vacated and filled her over and over and over."TORSTEN" she screamed and as if his name alone held power over her body, Vanessa came. Her tunnel filled with hot liquid, wetly receiving him and all of his passion. As her body wobbled with pleasure, she screamed, "Be my mate!"

Suddenly Torsten stopped, cock head resting just inside her opening, pleasure leaving her weakened. As her eyes focused on him love and pleasure filling them.

With an agonizing slowness, Torsten filled her again, whispering hoarsely, "Did I not claim you already?"

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa looked up at Torsten, her chest heaving with unnecessary breaths. She tried to show him everything in her eyes, to show how much she had grown to depend on him over the last couple days. He looked at her expression, and slowly-- too slowly-- his cock found its way into her core again, his head brushing her cervix.

He asked her, "Did I not claim you already?"

She pulled his neck down so that his face was opposite hers. "Yes," she said willing him to understand tradition. "I have sworn to be yours. But mating, just like feeding between vampires, needs to be mutual."

She swerved quickly, overpowering him, switching their positions. She was now on top of him, and his ever-hard member still buried inside of her. She leaned down and kissed his neck. "You," she said, nibbling softly on the flesh there before moving down to his chest, "are," she lifted herself off of his cock before scooting down so that she could kiss the tip, "mine."

Wrapping a hand around his shaft, Vanessa looked into Torsten's eyes. "I vow to kill anybody and everybody who comes between us."

She gave his shaft a pump and a teasing lick, maintaining the eye contact. "Say the same," she urged him. "Say it now."

She refused to believe that he would reject her. But only because her life wouldn't be worth living if her Hunter was not forever by her side. There was a part of her mind, a hysterical part, that thought he would not want to be mates with her. She looked at his eyes, and they burned. For her.

"Please," she begged.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten rolled up onto his knees, Vanessa holding his cock in front of her face. Grasping each side of her face, Torsten pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock brushing her lips. Inching his knees forward Torsten applied pressure against her lips and teeth until Vanessa opened her mouth.

Flexing his hips in time with the bobbing action of her head, Torsten felt waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he fucked Vanessa's mouth.

The sound of her "Please" echoed through his mind. The softness, the desperation and love all wrapped up in one word. He knew without a doubt that if he said no he would crush Vanessa, dooming her to an afterlife of anguish.

Forcing his cock further and further down her throat, Torsten pressed past Vanessa's gag reflex until his balls rest on her chin, her nose pressed against his lower abdomen, lips encircling the base of his turgid cock. Vanessa's tongue ran up and down the underside of his turgid cock, ripples of tickly pleasure made his ass clench and release.

Torsten pulled his cock nearly out of Vanessa's mouth. Pulling her hair, he forced her head back; allowing him to look her in the eyes. "I vow to kill anybody and everybody who comes between us."

As the bloody tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, Torsten began sinking his cock back into Vanessa's mouth, "Drink" he whispered hoarsely, "Drink from the source of the creature you have made me."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa didn't know that vampires could even cry until that moment when she felt unusual liquid streaming from her eyes. He had said yes! she rejoiced. She was his! In a slow movement his cock was in her mouth again, her face very close to his skin.

She brushed her tongue on the underside of his shaft, enjoying the twitching of his member as he gasped and pulled her hair. And then he asked her to drink.

The mere thought of drinking from Torsten this way was enough to make her whimper. Softly, carefully, she brought her teeth down, making two small punctures with her fangs. The groan of sharp pain soon shifted to a moan of ecstacy as his blood flowed. She felt his hands tighten further on her hair and his hips bucked, moving on their own accord.

Vanessa drank greedily, Torsten's thick blood delicious and mouth-watering. A new, foreign taste erupted into her mouth.

Torsten's seed.

She drank it eagerly, enjoying how the taste of his blood mixed and mingled with his seed. She removed her mouth from his cock and licked his wounds, sealing them.

Rling her tongue around in her mouth, trying to swallow as much of his flavour into her, Vanessa looked up at her mate. She must have looked a sight, her mouth dirty with cum and blood, but she smiled at him. A sheepish smile.

She didn't know which tasted better, his seed or his blood. But before she could take her mental debate any further she had a need to take care of now.

"Take me, my mate," she whispered. "Take me again. But don't stop this time,"

 

[a_libertine]

The feel of Vanessa's teeth sinking into the vein in his cock was mind boggling. The intensity of the pain, the exultation of the pleasure warred with in him for the briefest of moments.

Then pleasure won.

His balls released their load as she drank in the first drop of his blood through his pipe. Her mouth worked him delicately, urgently. As the last of his cum filled her mouth, Vanessa licked the top of his still turgid cock, sealing the wound.

He heard Vanessa whisper, "Take me, my mate. Take me again. But don't stop this time."

Nodding as he reached down, Torsten lift Vanessa up and flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. Using his lips, tongue and fangs, Torsten trailed a trail along her leg up to her crotch so hot, that it felt the sun was lighting her skin.

Not lingering at Vanessa's crotch, Torsten licked her clit once, then twice before moving up to her breasts. A quick lick across her nipple and Torsten was on the move again.

Chin to chin, mouth to mouth, nose to nose, and eye to eye, Torsten stared deep into Vanessa as he filled her ravenous need. "Mine."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa spread her legs wide, expecting. She felt Torsten's fangs and tongue trace up her body, from her feet to her sex, leaving fire to linger on her pale skin. He licked, twice, at her most sensitive spot before moving up her stomach, to one nipple, her throat, chin, and then mouth.

When he entered her, she could feel not only his eyes on her, but his body and his would as well.

"Mine," he said intently, as if she needed reminding. She felt herself shrinking slightly under his gaze; she was changing. Filling the natural role of woman, submitting to her man out of love.

"Yours," she confirmed, hugging her arms around his upper back, pushing her body into the mattress and up again, encouraging a rhythm. He caught on and drew out of her, then pushing himself into her. The friction was incredible.

Soon he was fully pistoning in and out of her, at a speed no human could replicate. She convulsed under him, shuddering again and again around his hard rod.

Tortsen was grunting with every thrust; he was close. She felt his head lower and nestle at her neck, his tongue tickle her flesh, his pace slow. And then he bit down.

He took care, only barely breaking skin. As he drank he fucked her still, his speed and groaning increasing accordingly. Vanessa grunted, cumming almost immediately from his mouth, his cock.

She began to feel light-headed, as he came into her heat. As he sealed her wound and rolled off of her, she reached for his hand and gripped it tightly.

"I love you," she groaned.

 

[a_libertine]

Faster and faster Torsten's hips rose and fell slamming into Vanessa, his balls building up pressure again. Near the verge of cumming, Torsten lowered his mouth to Vanessa's neck and punctured her skin.

The euphoria of melding his body with hers was over written momentarily by the sensations of sucking her life into him. Flashes of memories of her life, disjointed, making no sense rippled through his mind.

His body exploded into her, his seed blasting from him, his emotions, his body and soul all focused into the shaft of his flesh impaling her.

Spent he held his position in her a moment, staring into her eyes and rolled off, her hand finding his. Vanessa groaned in a voice full of relief, full of emotions, "I love you," while clenching his hand.

Torsten's response was cut off by the sound of thunderous banging coming from the door. A voice could be heard, "Open up in the name of the PRINCE!"

 

[CharChar123]

It bothered Torsten so obviously; he got up to leave the bed. Vanessa pulled him back down, not caring much for human authority. "No," she said quietly. "We are not home. We are away on... on holiday." she pulled him in for a kiss, but he wasn't into it, not fully.

"What does he want?" Vanessa asked.

She reluctantly let go off Torsten's hand, pleased to find he was holding her too. She rolled over and put her clothes back on, minus the panties that Torsten had so completely destroyed earlier. Torsten lay still in the bed, frowning. Vanessa didn't like that.

"You want to answer the door? Go on then. Do not be upset," She dressed him for him as the harsh knocking and thumping of their door continued. Vanessa didn't allow herself to be rushed. She pulled his boxers on him, kissing his cock before covering it up. She hunted for his clothes, finding them kicked under the bed.

She dressed him, using the chance to admire further his muscles and strength. Once he was dressed, she held her hand out to him and he took it without thinking. He slid put of bed and pushed himself in front of Vanessa as they walked to the door.

 

[a_libertine]

BANG BANG BANG



The incessant banging on the door was beginning to annoy Torsten, no it was pissing him right off, and it reflected in his attitude with Vanessa. She dressed him slowly, lovingly and Torsten wanted nothing more in the world than to take her then and there, banging be damned.

The walked toward the door hand in had, he slightly a head of her. Before he laid a hand on the door he turned and whispered, "For the church, I killed and would still kill for it. You, I would die for."

Torsten opened the door and outside stood two males, their lack of heartbeat indicating that both were vampires. "Stand ASIDE!" the older looking of the two ordered. Torsten and Vanessa both looked at him impassively, neither moving.

The younger then with a smirk said with power, "Stand ASIDE" Again neither Torsten nor Vanessa felt compelled to move. The two 'officers' look at each other, faces showing consternation.

Vanessa then said, "You should know, both of you, that if my blood is thicker than yours, your power over minds is nearly useless against me."

The younger looking of the two then said, "Yes, my lady." He shuffled from foot to foot clearly unsure how to proceed.

Torsten prodded him with, "You came to see us?"

The lead vampire said, "Yes my lord. There seems to be a woman who killed her husband last night and called a cell phone that was triangulated to this address."

Torsten nodded, he had been expecting someone to come, he just did not know who or when. "Was the husband a vampire?" Torsten asked.

"No, sir, of course not."

"Then what business is it of mine?" Torsten said.

"None normally, sir. But she is an unregistered blood bond." The younger vampire said.

From behind Torsten Vanessa said, "Then kill her."

The two vampires looked at each other then walked off.

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa watched the officers leave. She frowned after them, saying "I hate it when our kind act foolish. There is always a simple solution to any problem."

She had corrected them when they tried to influence her, and suggested a course of action. Why didn't they just think for themselves and solve the problem without causing trouble and intruding?

She turned to Torsten. It was only because he had recently fed from her that he was unaffected by the officers' sway. She walked to him and held his hands, and after deciding that it was not enough, she snuggled into his chest.

"You handled that very well, though you had my help," she smiled, her voice happier now that the obstacles were out of the way.

"Though I am quite disappointed. I wanted to kill that Andrea wench myself. It is good for her; I would have killed her painfully and slowly. So that others will know what happens when they have eyes for my mate."

She pulled away from him, regarding him for a moment. "Do not let anybody else drink from you." she said firmly. "That pleasure is mine alone."

Though she didn't know about what else had happened on that night when she ran away. "Is there anything else I need to know? I want to be able to prepare for whatever is to come."

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten thought a moment then recalled Gabby. "Yes" he replied. "After you left, a vampire named Gabby accosted me for feeding from her 'herd.'"

Recalling the scene clearly, "It was no big deal really. She wasn't terribly mad that I could tell, she just said that I owed her."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa's eyes widened. "You owe her? Did she say anything in particular?" She dropped his hands and stepped back, allowing Torsten to fully recall the events.

He shook his head.

Vanessa let out a low, angry growl. It was just like a vampire to make an open debt on a newborn. They wouldn't question the terms, wouldn't understand the weight if debt. Vanessa herself had done that to Rodrik, but of course he was dead now and so it was not important.

"The bitch," she hissed. Now that she was near the receiving end of a debt it was not pleasant. "We need to see her. Tonight. Before she can claim interest."

She paced the room, explaining to Torsten. "Debts in our world are strong. The longer they stand, the higher the payment. She took advantage of you, by not telling you what was owed. From now on you must question each debt that is offered to you."

"What did she look like? And where was she?" she questioned, ignoring Torsten's request for her to calm down.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten watched as Vanessa wound herself tighter and tighter, much like the coo-coo clocks made not far from Munich. During her rant he made the reasonable suggestion, "let's wait a while and see what her game is."

Which resoundingly rejected.

Shrugging Torsten went back to his bedroom and retrieved two wooded stakes, each about 18 inches long. Sliding them into his pants, between his belt and small of his back, Torsten led Vanessa out of the house.

As they headed back passed the English Gardens toward the park that he had been the night of his birth, Torsten asked, "If the vampire version of the police know where we live, are they a threat to us as well?"

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa allowed herself to be ushered out and they ran to the same park where she remembered Torsten feeding from. She turned to Torsten to answer his question.

"Not until they find out that you were a Hunter. Then... I don't know."

She held his hand as they walked. She wondered if Torsten recognised the vampire's scent. If he smelt it, he would be able to track her. Unless, of course, she was hiding.

"Can you smell her here, Torsten?" she asked. "Do you remember her scent?"

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten looked at Vanessa and shook his head. "No way, outside the fact she smelled like blood and alcohol, I was concentrating solely on my hunger" he said.

The memory of that hunger haunted Torsten, a mind blanking need that over wrote every thing he held dear. Even his faith in God had been rattled somewhat in the first day, a day that Vanessa left him to fend for himself, then recently chided him for making the decisions that allowed him to see his second night.

They walked around for a while with no signs of Gabby, "Well, what next?"

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa frowned. This was in no way going to be easy. Gabby was hiding, she could feel it in her body. She remembered that night too, and thought back. She hadn't smelt or seen this Gabby at all. Only Torsten had after she'd left.

After she'd left.

Vanessa was a powerful vampire. Not the oldest, by far, but quite old. This Gabby character knew that, and had hidden herself until she knew that Vanessa was gone.

She pulled Torsten close, speaking so low that only they could hear. "I have to leave you again. She is hiding from me. You must do something to attract her, maybe feed off her land again, and then you must keep here. Talk to her, do whatever, ask her about the debt. I will be back in thirty minutes. Make sure she is here when I return."

She stepped back and smiled. "Goodbye. Do what I said," she said before she ran to her old graveyard.