Returning to the Past
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
743
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
And so it begins...
Damn, she was hot. Everything about her was perfect. But that wasn’t something he could pursue at the moment. He had to at least catch her off-guard to make a friend of her first, so he could find out how much of her life would be disrupted by his turning her. That was one thing that was odd about him. He wouldn’t always turn someone right away. He liked to observe them for two to three weeks. He hadn’t quite made a full two weeks, so he didn’t want to turn her just yet.
He watched as her cute, tight little ass swayed as she walked over and collapsed on the couch. He moved over and hid himself in the shadows behind the couch, so that he wouldn’t have to keep seeing her nearly naked body. Not that she was bad looking. No, his hormones had already made it quite clear how good looking she was. But he didn’t want to look, for fear that he would lose his focus. Yes, even a vampire could lose their focus when presented with an erotic enough image.
Extending his aura again, he sensed another vampire, and he was close. That wasn’t good. Using his shadowsense, he pinpointed the vampire. The bastard was hiding in a house three houses down, waiting for dusk, no doubt. Apparently the other houses were getting desperate. This one was no more than a year old as a vampire, and so couldn’t even go out in the sun, much less take on an elder of three and a half millennia. He snickered, and inhaled sharply when she looked over the back of the couch right at the shadow he was hiding in. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when she went back to watching her soap operas. God. He hated those damn things. Absolutely nothing about them resembled real life. He sighed, and used his shadow manipulation to send an image of himself to that vampire. “Leave now,” the image said. “This mission will send you to Final Death. You are facing a vampire of three and a half millennia. If you seriously think you can handle me, then go right ahead. But know this. You won’t even make it into her house.” He grinned in satisfaction as he felt the vampire’s presence waver in indecision.
“Leave, before it’s too late. You’ll die this night if you continue on your present path.” He nodded in satisfaction as the other vampire’s will broke, and he felt the vampire mentally turn tail and run. He grinned, and shook his head. That was easier than he…
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Eight hours later….
The door creaked open once more, only this time there was no hiss of warning to greet the Kindred that walked in the room. Kintaru was out cold, as if he had been slammed over the back of the head with a blunt object. The female vampire looked over at him, and grinned. “Good,” she whispered, staring into the shadows to make sure he was really out and not merely faking and pulling her into a trap. Nope. He was out like a light bulb.
Advancing, she stared down at her target. Her job wasn’t to turn this woman, it was to bleed her dry. She wasn’t bad looking, she’d admit to that. Probably why Kintaru was so damn interested in her. But that was unimportant. Good looking or not, she was a target, and that was it. She was a clanless vampire. A dangerous thing to be in this city run by the clans. But this job would get her her clan status back. Kneeling beside the woman, she decided to have some fun first. Placing her hand on the woman’s forehead, she smiled as Sheri moaned, and rolled slightly toward her. Running her hand down Sheri’s nude form, the vampiress smiled at the groan that emitted from her mouth.
What she didn’t realize was that Kintaru was stirring from the stupor that she had put him in when he had opened himself to scare off her decoy. Coming to his feet without a sound, he growled silently, and shook his head. “Oh, no you don’t,” he thought, advancing through the shadows to stand behind the woman.
Just as the vampiress’s fangs were about to sink into Sheri’s neck, her head went flying as a massive black blade swung out of the shadows, and the body crumpled, and then was engulfed in the shadows along with the head.
Kintaru stepped out of the shadows after sending the body to Marius’s estate for him to check over and see if he could find any clan emblem. He had more important things to take care of. Kneeling down, he looked closely at Sheri’s neck. No SERIOUS damage, but there was a thin trickle of blood where the bitch’s fangs made contact with her skin. Damn. THAT put a damper on things. Luckily, he didn’t think that the bitch had gotten a taste of Sheri’s blood, which was a good thing. If she had there would have been a serious problem.
Sighing, he returned to the shadows, pulling them around him to wait for the coming dawn, when he would once more step out into the world, only this time… to make a friend…
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The next morning…
She woke with a start at the sound of rain on the roof of her house. She sighed. And she had to go out and get a few groceries in this. She shook her head, and got up to get dressed so she could get it over with as quickly as possible. She pulled on her heaviest clothing, and threw on a thick raincoat over top. She swore as she couldn’t find her umbrella. Looked like she’d just have to get wet.
She stepped outside, and was promptly drenched by the deluge of water pouring from the clouds above. She muttered curses under her breath, staring vehemently up at the sky. She stepped down from her front step…
He watched as her cute, tight little ass swayed as she walked over and collapsed on the couch. He moved over and hid himself in the shadows behind the couch, so that he wouldn’t have to keep seeing her nearly naked body. Not that she was bad looking. No, his hormones had already made it quite clear how good looking she was. But he didn’t want to look, for fear that he would lose his focus. Yes, even a vampire could lose their focus when presented with an erotic enough image.
Extending his aura again, he sensed another vampire, and he was close. That wasn’t good. Using his shadowsense, he pinpointed the vampire. The bastard was hiding in a house three houses down, waiting for dusk, no doubt. Apparently the other houses were getting desperate. This one was no more than a year old as a vampire, and so couldn’t even go out in the sun, much less take on an elder of three and a half millennia. He snickered, and inhaled sharply when she looked over the back of the couch right at the shadow he was hiding in. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when she went back to watching her soap operas. God. He hated those damn things. Absolutely nothing about them resembled real life. He sighed, and used his shadow manipulation to send an image of himself to that vampire. “Leave now,” the image said. “This mission will send you to Final Death. You are facing a vampire of three and a half millennia. If you seriously think you can handle me, then go right ahead. But know this. You won’t even make it into her house.” He grinned in satisfaction as he felt the vampire’s presence waver in indecision.
“Leave, before it’s too late. You’ll die this night if you continue on your present path.” He nodded in satisfaction as the other vampire’s will broke, and he felt the vampire mentally turn tail and run. He grinned, and shook his head. That was easier than he…
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Eight hours later….
The door creaked open once more, only this time there was no hiss of warning to greet the Kindred that walked in the room. Kintaru was out cold, as if he had been slammed over the back of the head with a blunt object. The female vampire looked over at him, and grinned. “Good,” she whispered, staring into the shadows to make sure he was really out and not merely faking and pulling her into a trap. Nope. He was out like a light bulb.
Advancing, she stared down at her target. Her job wasn’t to turn this woman, it was to bleed her dry. She wasn’t bad looking, she’d admit to that. Probably why Kintaru was so damn interested in her. But that was unimportant. Good looking or not, she was a target, and that was it. She was a clanless vampire. A dangerous thing to be in this city run by the clans. But this job would get her her clan status back. Kneeling beside the woman, she decided to have some fun first. Placing her hand on the woman’s forehead, she smiled as Sheri moaned, and rolled slightly toward her. Running her hand down Sheri’s nude form, the vampiress smiled at the groan that emitted from her mouth.
What she didn’t realize was that Kintaru was stirring from the stupor that she had put him in when he had opened himself to scare off her decoy. Coming to his feet without a sound, he growled silently, and shook his head. “Oh, no you don’t,” he thought, advancing through the shadows to stand behind the woman.
Just as the vampiress’s fangs were about to sink into Sheri’s neck, her head went flying as a massive black blade swung out of the shadows, and the body crumpled, and then was engulfed in the shadows along with the head.
Kintaru stepped out of the shadows after sending the body to Marius’s estate for him to check over and see if he could find any clan emblem. He had more important things to take care of. Kneeling down, he looked closely at Sheri’s neck. No SERIOUS damage, but there was a thin trickle of blood where the bitch’s fangs made contact with her skin. Damn. THAT put a damper on things. Luckily, he didn’t think that the bitch had gotten a taste of Sheri’s blood, which was a good thing. If she had there would have been a serious problem.
Sighing, he returned to the shadows, pulling them around him to wait for the coming dawn, when he would once more step out into the world, only this time… to make a friend…
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The next morning…
She woke with a start at the sound of rain on the roof of her house. She sighed. And she had to go out and get a few groceries in this. She shook her head, and got up to get dressed so she could get it over with as quickly as possible. She pulled on her heaviest clothing, and threw on a thick raincoat over top. She swore as she couldn’t find her umbrella. Looked like she’d just have to get wet.
She stepped outside, and was promptly drenched by the deluge of water pouring from the clouds above. She muttered curses under her breath, staring vehemently up at the sky. She stepped down from her front step…