A vampire has trapped a hunter; but why?

WARNING: contains a sex scene of moderate explicitness.

“Undead bastard? Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that.”

I smile cruelly as you tug at the ropes that bind you to the slab top of the tomb.

“I can hardly be insulted by the truth, now, can I?” I add.

My eyes trail the length of your body, from the chunky biker boots up the tight black leather trousers that emphasis the curve of your thighs and up over the black long-sleeved top that moulds to you like a second skin. If I were a mortal man I would find you breathtaking, but I have never been one for dallying with the living, not even one as beautiful as you.

Beautiful, but also furious; though whether at me for humiliating you like this or whether at yourself for being so sloppy as to be ambushed I cannot tell. You are, after all, the best vampire hunter on the continent and I… well though hardly at the base of the bloodsucker food chain, I am far below the level of your accustomed prey. Normally I would be beneath your notice.

But not now. Now it is you who are beneath me. Literally.

“Surely you don’t imagine you can kill me?” you spit. “Or turn me? I have magical protection. Wards that would tear you to shreds.”

I nod, but say nothing. I know you speak the truth. I can smell the powerful charms on you – coiling, pent-up energies that would unleash on me the moment I broke your skin, that would flay the cold flesh from my eons-old bones, consign me to years of agony before I could reform this almost indestructible body I inhabit.

I step up beside you and touch a talon to your jaw. You jerk your head away and I laugh. My other hand snakes through your raven-black hair, yanking your face back towards me so that I can continue the action of caressing your jaw, sharp claw against soft flesh.

The look in your eyes is murder. You tug again on the ropes that hold your wrists and ankles to the corners of the slab. I mutter an incantation and the hemp contracts, tightens, stretching your limbs rigid and flat against the grey stone, rendering you immobile from the neck down.

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Comments (15)
  • atta muhammad on Mar 14, 2011

    great share

  • Roe2115 on Mar 14, 2011

    Love this!

  • anndavey650 on Mar 14, 2011

    Now this I really enjoyed! Nothing like a bit of tormented sex to stir things up in Vampire land.

  • foxpete88 on Mar 14, 2011

    interesting, thanks.-

  • Carolyn Cordon on Mar 14, 2011

    Wow, so sexy so forbidden and so true. This is a great little story to add to your wonderful Vampire collection.

  • CHIPMUNK on Mar 15, 2011

    Great story

  • john smither on Mar 15, 2011

    Great story, I am guessing there will be a continuation to this story where the taunted hunter becomes the huntress.

  • alexgadd on Mar 16, 2011

    nice story

  • Dreamy777 on Mar 17, 2011

    great story

  • Frederick Dewar on Mar 20, 2011

    Very well written and constructed. It certainly lends itself to a continuation – perhaps a novel?

    :)

  • J.I. Smith on Mar 20, 2011

    Nice story — seems like it’d make a good late-night drama!

    James

  • V rank on Mar 23, 2011

    Another Vamp fan? Very promising to go along. I wanted to see more supernatural beings in your story… Like the Vampire diaries… hehe.

  • daffodil on Apr 16, 2011

    Great story, I really like this! I love anything about vampires… oh dear, that sounds a bit pre-teen-ish, doesn’t it! (Anything except Twilight, that is)

  • Francois Hagnere on May 10, 2011

    Very well written. Thank you.

  • Libra91 on Jun 24, 2011

    Good share

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