War of the Change

Good with the Bad


~~~
These are pieces of lives throughout the Empires
~~~



The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the sharp jagged rocks in the distance always seemed to be calming. But not today…today was a day of death. He was paid to make one last picture of some "rich" family's dead daughter; the youngest and only heiress to some famous and high-Intel company. She was found dead--wrist slit her eyes wide in terror and pain, the body drained from her completely. Her skin was pale--translucent, and not in the rare beautiful way. Her pale blond hair curled around her face, her small lips opened wide, and on her naked and bare body words were burned into her chest, across her breast: Meretrix. Of course, this young woman probably had been adventurous and promiscuous no doubt, after all what young person wasn't...loose with their bodies as if there was no tomorrow, and for her there wouldn't be.

The family asked him to make one last picture of her to remember her by; did they know they asked him to capture the beauty of her death? But really, did they expect him to draw her in this way, let them remember her only in death...no matter how peaceful she looked? He felt a pull of sympathy for her and frowned...perhaps he shall draw her in her current state for himself, to remember the sight of death and capture her...odd beauty upon the paper of his origin, and provide them a beautiful picture of her as he saw her...young and naive...? He frowned and took out his tools, committing the details of her death to his memory. Her drawn back lips created slight laugh lines by her eyes, her cold and blank blue, once bright, now glassy and pale, the small miniscule cut on her lips to show that blood once flowed from their as well as...the deep, perfect slits in her wrists.

"What did you say was the cause of death, Alex?" He asked softly, his focus remained upon the girl's naked body. She was beautiful in the traditional way, pale skin, blond hair, blue eyed, but there was nothing special about her beside the fact she didn’t have wings, maybe they didn’t grow in yet. He continued his sketch, adding the remaining shadows and the mark over her chest. Meretrix...the word was branded into her skin, black and deep against her cold, pale skin...Whore...in true old Cerbura language it meant whore.

Alex, tall brunette of a man, tall and wispy like him, the only difference was their eye color and taste in women. Alex had brown eyes, and he had deep gold ones. Alex preferred to keep himself more reserved than even the ‘young’ artist himself, while he liked to indulge once in a while. Alex usually talked low and rarely as he did himself, his profession was photographer/writer/criminal profiler. Alex rocked back on the balls of his large feet. "Suicide from the looks of it…"

"And you think this young woman could have done that to herself? She was murdered..." He finished up, then flipped the page and proceeded to do what he was supposed to be doing. "They branded Meretrix into her naked flesh, before she was killed. Whore, Alexander." Alex nodded frowning a bit,

“It's a damn shame too, and you think there was profound reasons for it Gabriel?" Gabriel smiled slightly tilting his head as he drew, his pointed ears stuck out a bit as did his pointed canine. After that they remained in silent as they continued their work neither speaking nor looking at one another.

She called, later it was but she still called him at least, and hearing the way the phone made her voice sound did no justice. The sound of her voice over the phone sent tremors through his body, and felt him self twitch with his constant thoughts of her. He memorized every detail of her body that first--and so far last day he saw her. Her curves, the dips and shadows, and knowing almost every aspect of the female's body, he imagined her in her form. But, no matter how many times he tried to imagine--no matter how many women's bodies he'd seen, smelt, felt, touched, tasted--there was none that quiet matched her. "Je veux que me vous ayez dessiné." She whispered softly as if afraid someone would overhear.

It was old Cerbura again. "Où et comment ?" She was quiet so all he could hear was her breathing as if she was running from someone, which in these times was most possible. "I will be there in a few hours." Her breath hitched before the line went dead. He in turn frowned, looking at the phone before hanging it up. His body felt alive with desire, what made him a male pulsing with lust and ready for intercourse.

Thoughts of this Queen screaming his name caused him to grunt and double over in pain. "Lana," he dared whispered as he let his hands unbutton his pants, and grasp fully onto himself. Hissing at the feel of his cold hands yet groaning at the same time the way he held himself tightly. Gabriel gritted his teeth together and shut his eyes tightly, blocking out anything that would ruin her luscious voice memory. He moved his hands up and down and panted, more images of this blood bathing monarch which seemed to echo through his mind, continually sending tremors through his body. He pumped himself, sending him self into orgasm after orgasm, his body still alive, and ready for her. "Lana...Lana...I will have you."

His tools were already set up when she stepped through the door. He took his work seriously...She lightly cleared her throat to announce her arrival and Gabriel stood up abruptly. He stared at her, and the light colored material draped over her arm. He merely gestured off to the right to show her where the changing area was and turned back to adjust the 'stage.' She quietly left the room to change, undressing quickly, her nipples began hardening as soon as they were released from her bra. Grinning to herself she draped the soft, skimpy robe she brought with her over her body in a futile effort to cover her body. The clothes she had on were now lying in a small pile near the door. She took a long look at herself in the mirror and over her appearance before leaving the room and entering the artistic stage while fluffing up her silvery blue hair flirtingly. Gabriel glanced up, and for a second he stared at her, she was exactly like he pictured in his deluded fantasy, aroused and almost naked…if not completely. Her large, strangely livid eyes were dark as her hair fell neatly around them, giving them a deceptive and...Dark look...

She cleared her throat again and stepped forward to lay on the bed, which lay on top of the 'stage' he set up for her. The large plush pillows were slightly cradling her head and framed along her body the way a soft lover would. She kept the robe on and got into the pose she wished to be drawn in and laid her head on the giant pillow while letting one of her hands fall off the bed. The other lightly rested on the curve of her hip as she met his questionable golden gaze, “You’re not going to take off your robe?" He asked quietly as to not give her a hint that he was trying to seduce her. “I specialize in drawing women…and sometimes men…in their truest form, through an artist's eyes." The young woman stood up and fixed her dark violet eyes on him, and shyly began to pull her robe apart.

“Can I get under the covers?" She asked quietly, and he could tell that she was shy to be seen in his presence vulnerable. Gabriel nodded and she turned away from him, but like a mother to a flame he watched as she let the small, light pastel off-white robe fall from her shoulders then into a puddle at her feet. Her mid-back length hair was shining silver blue which was odd because it didn’t belong to any of the short lived families though it was indeed beautifully contrasting with her skin. There was some kind of tattoo on her lower back that he had to carefully look at, Enigma in Mari. So she was not only fluent in Cerbura, but also in Mari? Such and interesting woman...

"Are you always so shy with your body, miss?" He couldn't resist, he had to ask.

She pulled up the crimson covers and gently slid under them. "No Gabriel, I am very proud of my imperfect body, I know well enough that it is not perfect, however I refuse to let such a talented artist such as yourself show me…and the world…my imperfection."

He was quiet. Philosophical... "So you care what others think?"

Un Lady like as it was she couldn’t help but snort before replying, "No," she pulled the covers so they covered her large breast and her hard pink mounds. "I do not care what others think. Merely that I am like everyone else in this world…imperfect…not many people can admit that. I wish to share my imperfection so that younger women care enough not to wind up like that poor girl, Dulce. She was branded with one of the worst names out there…Meretrix…and I refuse to let imperfection be the cause of being damned...of being reminded that you are mortal in a world that looks away from the mortal ways." She looked at him, her violet eyes darkening by the second to an almost black. "Where would you like me?" He looked at where she was at, in the middle of the bed, her pale white hands holding up the covers over her breast.

“Where you are is perfect. Look at me as if...as if you were in love with me."


Her eyes sent him a message clearly saying, I want you. It wasn’t love but it’d work. She nodded slowly and closed her eyes. Curling up slightly then tilted her head so she was looking at him as if she was amused, and then opened them again and he heated at their expression. I want you right now. Perfect...He began his dance. Dips, curves, shadows...he decided that he would add color to her instead of being monotone. The pencil and black chalk did her beauty no good…the least he could do was show the world a woman worthy of color, of life. Her imperfections made her perfect, and he thought about the words she said. "I do not care what others think. Merely that I am like everyone else in this world…imperfect...and still dangerous." He glanced up at her a smile wide on his lips his vampire teeth almost glowing, and looked into her dark violet eyes only to be caught with the same smile right back at him. “Ah Sir Gabriel, were you going to bite me?” Gabriel shifted in his seat, he never let his cockiness control him before, but it seemed as though he was just trumped.

“You hide yourself well Lady Lana, now that I know who you truly are; my beloved lady of the forbidden night.” Dropping his clothes in a manner more fit for shreds Gabriel slowly made his way to her his maleness hard and ready for this dance.


No, Lana, you are not like them...

*****************************

Two males paced in what could be called a cavernous room, but it looked quite dreary. The walls were wallpapered in a warm brown evocative of cocoa and were broken up by lacy white curtains on the windows that went from the ceiling to the floor. “Well she was such a bitch, huh?” Light blue eyes danced with amusement as he took a seat in the corner and rocking it back on two legs.

“Don’t even talk about it as though you experienced it; you have no idea.” Angry turquoise eyes flared as he paced the room like a caged tiger trying to leash himself back.

“Hey, I’m just trying to side with you. Although I distinctly recall telling you not to…” His mirth was agitating the bigger male as a white and light green bushy tail wagged in amusement.

“Shut up; just shut your damn mouth!” Two white and light blue triangular ears sat flat back as his lip curled into a snarl his white and light blue highlighted tail shifting in its own anger.

“Oh come on, Maru, I was just…” He sat the chair down leaning on his knees with a slight frown.

“Making fun of my decisions? Just because you have no life, doesn’t make me your personal plaything, Chase.” Maru growled, turning towards the balcony doors and went outside, only standing there for a moment Maru jumped over the rail and down into the courtyard.

Sighing, Chase tried chasing after his long-time friend jumping over the same rail and using his wings to glide next to Maru, “Where are you going? You knew going into this that you weren’t supposed to get too close. We all told you that that human bitch was too dangerous, that she’d reject you!”

It was that one statement that really made Maru wanted to kill his best friend. He would have done it, too, if it weren’t for the fact that murder was forbidden amongst their kind, unless you were the Queen herself. Though certainly not the most upstanding of citizens, he did refuse to ostracize himself completely, fraternizing with humans was as far outside the rules as he got. “I’m just going to walk away. He doesn’t know what he’s saying or else he wouldn’t be saying it. He knows better than that.” Maru mumbled fighting the black that wanted to bleed into the sclera of his eyes.

“You’re such an ass, Maru!” Chase half growled catching up to him, “You think you’re so badass, don’t you? You think you’re God or something, but you’re just an ass and a dumb one on top of that! You didn’t even realize that she never loved you to begin with! She got paid to be with you! Just like a whore, Maru, and that’s all she ever was: a whore who was pulled off the street and paid to play the interested girl. She never loved you, and she never could…she was a plaything to keep your temper reined.”


That did it.


Whirling about on his friend, Maru delivered a punch so forceful that he knew that Chase’s jaw would split before the hit landed. Watching Chase fly back several feet, Maru waited for the other man to stand, as he knew he would. Chase was too proud to let one little hit take him down from anyone. Blue eyes growing in intensity, Chase’s white and light green hair whipped about his face as the wind picked up, as though sensing the tension between them and adjusting accordingly. They stood there for a moment, each one sizing up the other carefully. They both knew that for Chase to return the hit was to basically accept death, for if he returned that hit, both of them knew it would become a death match. Given Maru’s training and lifestyle, it would be a one-sided battle, not matter how close they are.

Chase stuffed his hands into his pockets, and that pissed Maru off. The feelings coursing through him made him shake. He even found himself willing Chase to so much as raise a finger or something to give him a reason to attack. He wanted blood. Not just any blood, but Chase’s blood. On his hands, his face, on his tongue… he wanted to bathe in it, taste it; spit in it…All he needed was one good reason. And there it was. It was just a small movement, a shifting of Chase’s body that could not be read as anything other than prelude to an attack. Maru had been raised to read people and body language before he could even read words.

Having only one chance at hitting his mark, Maru caught Chase’s extended arm, swung him around the change was almost instant between the two, and a set teeth clamped onto Chase’s jugular. Warm blood spilt into Maru’s mouth, over his chin, and down the front of his shirt, the liquid as dark in color as Maru’s soul felt. As he stood holding up the body, both in forms known as a half transformed changeling wolf, but it only lasted for a moment as Chase’s body was going limp in his arms and his memories melding with Maru’s own. Many of the memories were of them being stupid together, times Maru had almost forgotten. Now he never would. The body now completely drained, it faded from his hold. Just like that, gone. Killed by his older brother’s own teeth and he had a family! Dying in the arms of his murderer and long-time best friend not even counting the brother part... What could be worse than this?

Then there it was, a soft whistling followed by a sound resembling that of a whip cracking, almost inaudible to human ears, as if he had their weak hearing and Maru soon got the answer to his question. The queen of their kind….once called an angel by humans because of her powers that came with the rings around her wings… how absurd…had personally come down from her very literal high throne to come condemn him herself. Of course, it was the queen’s duty to condemn those who did not follow the Laws of their existence, but she could have appointed the Steward, Consort or some sort for such an outright disobedience occasion, since the Laws were not broken on a regular basis. He really should feel honored that she had come personally, but they had never really been on good terms. “Maru,” she began in what he suspected was her most ominous tone, “first-class warrior to the throne with mastery over every weapon known to man and beast. With such talent, memory, and discipline, you could have been a god among our kind if you so chose… but you didn’t and now you…”

“Now he’s ready to use those skills to kill Her Majesty if she doesn’t stop yapping about what could have been.”

A dark blush covered her cheeks as her jaw tightened and amethyst eyes narrowed at him, “How dare you threaten me! I am your queen! You should be down on your knees begging for your life!”

His eyes glowed fiercely as he fought off the black bleeding once more before protocol forced him to rein it in, “For one thing, My Queen,” Maru began as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, “I have never gone on my knees for anyone, and I won’t start now. And begging? You will die before you see me beg.”

The queen shook her head refusing to fight with him, “Maru…your inconsolable rage is too much for you to serve in my court. I’m not banishing you or making you a stray but I wish to send you on a journey until you learn to harness your powers and direct them into more appropriate channel.” Clearing her throat and rustling her wings which rang slightly with the rings that pierced their edges, the queen of this court had begun turning her back on the large male that had once served as her personal bodyguard. “You killed not only a member of my court but your brother as well, leaving his mate to live alone for the rest of her time. I hope that stays with you the next time your temper starts to cause trouble…Now…get out of my territory before I throw you out.”


********************************************


“Here are your drink’s boys,” she hastily said, setting the mugs of beer in front of them, though as she was bending down her tank top revealed most of her breasts and all the men stared completely unshameful for it. The man she was leaning next to grabbed her breast through her tank top and started to massage the firm flesh and unfortunately for Nakia she could do nothing, because her boss said it was a good thing, and it would bring more customers, so if she tried to pull away, she would be fired. She desperately needed this job, and had no choice as to what the customers did to her because of that fact.

The man on her other side thanked her for the drinks, by rubbing her ass and slipping his fingers up past her short shorts, and her panties, then began massaging her opening with his finger. It felt like he owned her when he slipped his finger inside her opening without saying a word and slowly began pumping in and out, causing her to shudder. The man working her breast threw her apron to the side and undid her top, exposing her bare breasts; he then hooked his greedy mouth onto her pert nipple and began to suck hard. Across the table hands from the other men pulled her until she was onto the table top, while the man with his finger in her removed her shorts, and underwear. The men fondled her and teased her, sticking fingers in her opening pounding them in and out, uncaring to the fact some of them had on wedding rings or the fact that they were cutting into her.

One man had actually unbuttoned his pants and rubbed his readied cock along her wet entrance, earning a low, and very unwanted from her view, moan from Nakia. Luckily the only rule was the men weren’t allowed to take a girls innocence without their permission each and every time no matter the situation, “My fare young lady,” the man with his hard cock at her hole asked, “May I fuck you, and give you a pleasure beyond your imagination?” Nakia panted, and tried to speak, “N…n...no you may not.” She stuttered. “Then I think you shall be punished for your ignorance.” He said angrily, while shoving his cock in her face. “Suck, “he demanded hungrily and Nakia obeyed to his angry delight. Moans emanated from the men and guys were licking and sucking her clit, rubbing their cocks against her ass, and twisting and playing with her nipples.

“This is my favorite punishment yet.” The gruff man added, Nakia turned her eyes to the ceiling which was designed in numerous sizes and shaped mirrors.

Later that night, as she was walking home, one of the men from the bar, snuck up on Nakia and briskly grabbed her arm, roughly whispering in her ear. “Your mine now bitch. Since we’re out of the bar, there are no rules this time.” Covering her mouth, he pulled her into an ally, while she kicked and muffle screamed, it seemed hopeless, there was no escape. Nakia tried to struggle, but she’d stay helpless against the more burley man. He turned her around so she was not facing him, and rubbed his hips to her butt. Her head fell back and she growled but to him it was a moan as he reached in front of her and cupped her heat, teasing her body into responding against her will. Nakia’s body was betraying her fast, along with her mouth.

“P…Pl…please.” Another loud moan escaped her lips. “Please what?” the man asked while grinding a little more, kissing her cheek and neck. He licked her ear, and a whimper escaped her mouth. “No, no this isn’t right!” she said shoving away from him with almost inhuman strength. Nakia ran as fast as she could to get away from her almost fatal nightmare, she raced to the steps and then through the door to her one bedroom apartment. “Shu, are you home?” Silence and then, “Yea I’m in here!” Nakia stepped into the small living room that she shared with her best friend almost in tears, Shu. “How was your day today?” Shu asked as Nakia sat next to him on their couch. “It happened again,” Nakia said with tears now flowing from her eyes. Shu took the pencil he was chewing on out of his mouth, and looked at Nakia with her caring hazel eyes. “Oh no. Not again!” he comforted his best friend while she cried in his arms. “I just want it all to stop!” Nakia sobbed “Please just make it stop!”

“Nakia,” Nakia looked up at Shu. “No matter how badly they treat you, I’ll always be here.” Shu said with an encouraging smile. “But…you know I’m going to say it but you should have just used your…you know.” Nakia half smiled slightly at the encouragement, “Thanks Shu and I know but I just can’t…” Nakia wiped her eyes and then stared at her room mate. She never meant to it just happened…They leaned closer and closer, until their lips met in a gentle kiss, soon growing more demanding. Still keeping their lips touching, Nakia climbed on op of Shu, straddling him. They ground their hips together, and Shu rubbed her back encouragingly while trailing his hands up to Nakia’s top, pulling it down and exposing her breasts. Shu twisted to lay Nakia down with himself on top, and began massaging her breasts with one hand while sliding the other hand down her side with fire burning slowness. His hand then slipped into Nakia’s pants and into her thick curls electing Nakia to arch her back moaning and meshing their chests together. Hurriedly, Nakia ripped off Shu’s shirt with sharpened nails and then his shorts, while Shu threw Nakia’s pants aside knocking over a lamp. Nakia twisted straddling him again and sucked on Shu’s pert nipples, fondling the tones of his stomach before sliding down into the dips of his hips. “My turn.” Shu purred as he flipped them back over so she was on top. Moans escaped Nakia’s mouth as she wrapped her legs around Shu’s waist.

Positioning his cock that was currently throbbing with need at Nakia’s entrance, they met eye to eye before Shu thrust himself fully in and began pounding her frustrations and sexual feelings into ones of burning pleasure. Leaning down, Nakia was able to kiss Shu’s soft lips, their tongues fighting for dominance between their lengthened canines. It came too fast for the lovers but Nakia’s scream of pleasure rung though out the whole room and Shu collapsed on top of her releasing his own self as they pressed sweaty chest against breasts. “Nakia?” Shu panted liking his dried lips in anticipation. “Yes Shu?” Nakia waited holding her breath a bit. “Thank You.” Shu said as he fell into a deep sleep. “No thank you.” Nakia said, kissed her lover’s cheek, and too, fell into a blissful sleep cradling one another.




****************************************



Let it go down in the books that we are a family of vampires.

There is our mother, Ailen, and then our father, Donahue. They met when they were five and have been together since. Mother is a fit forty eight-year-old redhead with blue eyes. My father was never around so I truly don't know what he looks like though both are supposed to belong to the long lived race of Skatha so our pointed ears blend in well together they had a house full of kids. The oldest sister, Riona, is by far the strongest in the family when it comes to commanding; as a result of this she were entrusted 5,000 vampires under her command by our race queen Lana herself, though she lives in another Empire. She is mediocre looking with long brown hair and black eyes, eyes must come from our father’s side.

Owen is next in line, and he is the singer in the family. He has a great voice and isn’t exactly shy about showing it off. His actual hair color is a mystery to everyone seeing as every other day he has a different hair color, the most recent color is deep green and it actually suits him more the pity. Somewhere in the middle was Donardo who was the negotiator in the family. He can talk my way out of just about anything; however was not very good looking with grey-green eyes and tangled light-brown hair worn in a long ponytail that was very out of style. Phelan on the other hand is a different story entirely. He was the result of a rape however my mother never stopped loving him; he is half demon rather than a full vampire. He has short brown hair, black eyes and looks like he got into a fight with a piercing gun on one too many occasions; we blame the demon side of him. Rori and Rilee are twin sisters, they do everything together. Both have dark brown hair and blue eyes; I consider them to be two very beautiful girls though they can creep you out with their favorite game of who died where.

Then there is William and Patrick, they are the youngest set of twins in the family. They have light brown hair and blue eyes. They are moderately attractive and though twins they aren’t together as much as Rori and Rilee. If you think that's the end of the family, you are sadly mistaken, there are so many of us it would be hard to keep track. Rachel is our adopted sister. She was abandoned at our doorstep when she was only 4. She sat very quietly at our doorstep until someone opened the door. She is a full demon rather than a vampire, but we love her all the same and protect from discriminators. She has long black hair and hazel eyes and is very attractive. Last but not least there is McCoy. He was abandoned when he was born and the family that took him in disowned him at the age of 14 for being gay. Rachel found him and made him a part of the family. He has long brown hair and blue eyes and is very handsome.

With all of us plus about a dozen more for some reason our mother has gone crazy these past few days. She dislikes William's lover and not just in a disapproving parental way either she will stop at nothing to get rid of him. William knows full well what is in store yet he refuses to leave his lover, I believe his name is Thomas. I think he would rather die than do so but there is one other reason William refuses to leave Thomas though and that is because he is with child, yes he is with child. Now that may sound a little unbelievable and you may be questioning the sanity of us at this point, but this family has never been anything close to normal. Thomas is six months along and is willing to live without this family in order to have the child and raise her with Thomas. I fully agree with him on this and I am not the only one. Kyle, Richard and Brian agree with me also, a few of the others that I had not named. This child should have a right to live as should every child however my mother believes a child created by two male creatures is a cursed child and will have to die.

That night, our crazy psychopath of a mother had a meeting with Rori, and Rilee and told them what she planned to do, and for some reason they stayed quiet about it. She desired to kill the child and Thomas the next day despite the wishes and desperate pleas of her son William. The rest of the family was strictly not to know about it though Riona, Rachel, Kyle, Richard and McCoy were out of town so they caused them no problem in the matter unless they came back early for some reason. Owen, Patrick, Brian, Phelan and Donardo were the ones that posed a threat to her plan so she kept the girls busy and separate from the others. The female twins were however to find a way to silence us, after we see what no mortal should ever see.

That night all the boys left in the house sat in William's room taking turns feeling the baby kick, he was on bed rest. We were all very happy for what was believed to be their newest little brother’s baby. Though he was only fifteen, he acted more along the lines of twenty. He has always been more mature than his age, we couldn't have been more proud of him. The next day was the worst one in the history of this household, Donardo was in his room when he heard the yelling of William "MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING. STOP!" Running out of the room to see what the matter was and what he saw made his blood run cold, Rori and Rilee were holding Thomas down while mother tried to cut his stomach with what looked to be a VERY dull knife.

Tried wasn’t the right word for it…she was finding were the baby was at first.

Donardo started to run forward but his uncles held him back, his other brothers, and Will were being held back by other family members as they chanted a very old spell. Mother lifted Thomas's shirt and stabbed him right under the ribs in the center of his body. Thomas screamed arching and trying to twist he wanted the pain to stop as much as we all did. William tried to pry away but was too weak against the older vampires. Tears stained his eyes while he watched with horror as mother pulled the knife down to the bottom of his lover’s swollen stomach. The brothers screams joined in with Thomas's as blood stained the carpeted floor, William had gone white and was howling with rage, trying to get free from the seven people holding him.

Mother then stuck her hands into the opening and after what seemed like an eternity to Will and us, brought out a screaming baby girl. She was alive, much to mother's dismay. As she cut the umbilical cord and put her down on the ground slinging off some of the blood on her arms. No one had seen a more beautiful baby in the time they had been alive we all gapped at the new life and then to the ending one. Mother seemed angry at the child screaming her lungs out to be held by her dying mother. Donardo finally broke free and ran to get the child but was unable to get to her in time. Merely inches from getting her to safety and mother grabbed the knife and stuck it into the child’s head in a flash. The baby screamed and died in that instant, that's all we remember. Mother altered our memory the next day...

We are a family of vampires…


*************************************


She could smell the scent of the boy tied up in front of her, smell his fear, and smell his blood. But she wanted the best of both worlds; it was so hard to decide. She had to decide between blood and carnal pleasure; she almost smacked herself when she realized the solution. A solution so blatantly obvious, but it had taken her so long to realize. “What are you going to do to me?!” the boy asked, his eyes wide with fear. She was looking at him with hungry eyes, flashing an unnatural red which contrasted with the startling gray blue they normally were. She had been subconsciously licking her ruby plump lips whilst trying to decide what her next move would be.

The boy was tied to a lamppost by a small bush in the park. He knew it was no use; that he couldn’t struggle free of his prison, or his fate. He had given up struggling a while ago now as the ropes that bound him were just too tight. His face was drenched with sweat and he was shaking with fear. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!” the boy cried, breaking down with frustration, intense fear and anguish. Dahlyla hadn’t been listening to him when he’d asked the first time, but this time she heard him hell it almost startled her.

“What am I going to do to you?” she said teasingly, “Well, I haven’t quite decided. Give me a few more minutes.” She winked at him whilst licking her luscious red lips. She had in fact already decided what she was going to do, but she felt like being a little more mean than usual; hell, her soul itself was in the mood for torture.

“Just tell me. I know you know.” The boy said, in between feeble sobs. “Get it over and done with. I haven’t got anything to lose any more.” He had prepared himself for the worst. He was waiting for a knife to flick out from behind the woman’s back, or from up her sleeve. But it didn’t, there was just silence and an empty stare. Then Dahlyla rushed forward and pressed herself seductively up against the boy. He began to struggle, not knowing what she was going to do, and he was scared out of his human mind at the fact that this woman he didn’t even know was invading his VERY personal space. He felt her hands running all over his chest, her pelvis pressed against his groin. She leant forward slightly to kiss him hard on the lips, her tongue asking for entrance. When he wouldn’t oblige she shoved it brutally into the caves of his mouth, wrestling with his own submissive tongue.

The boy was making faint squeaking noises the whole time this was happening, and the volume of this increased when he felt the woman unbuttoning his jeans. He knew she was going to do it sometime, but was hoping it would be awhile before that happened. He felt her plunge her slender hand down into his boxers and firmly grip his member, which, though he didn’t want it to, had hardened rather quickly. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she whispered seductively in his ear. The boy groaned with pleasure that he was trying to fight off. “Ooh, you like that do you? I know you do, I can feel the pleasure rushing through you. I’ll get my turn later though, I promise you.” She winked at him but he didn’t see, his head was thrown back in his pleasure, his eyes shut tight. He was shaking from fear as well, but couldn’t resist the feelings she was giving him. It was wrong, but it felt so great.

”More, more,” he heard a voice say and almost suddenly realized it was his. Dahlyla carried on gripping his penis tightly, her fingers running over the tip sending jolts of exhilaration through his body. His dick was at a full 8 inches and was quite more than the woman had expected of him being so young and all. She couldn’t resist touching him and finally went the whole hog and started pumping her hand up and down, rolling his foreskin and sending waves of pleasure through the boy’s body. He groaned louder and louder, beads of sweat forming on his clear skin, feeling like he was about to go over the edge. Not long afterwards, he reached orgasm, his body going into a slight spasm as he shot his load into his boxers and all over the woman’s hand.

“Good?” She whispered to him, her red/blue eyes looking up at him innocently.

“Fuck yea.” He said panting slightly until realization set in, that what he just admitted to and tried to correct him self. “I mean, no – that wasn’t what I meant to say. Get the fuck off me!” Dahlyla smirked showing off an impressive canine set.

“I’m not quite done with you yet. Remember I said I would be getting my share of it? Well, this is it.” With that she started easing off her tight jeans, and after that her black laced panties, revealing her dripping cunt, and with that she jumped up and wrapped her legs around the lamppost, and around the boy’s head so that her wet pussy was in his face, her slit conveniently where his mouth was. “Eat me.” She said to him, looking down at him, and a mock pleading look on her evil face.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, almost crying again.

“Say that again and I’ll slit your throat.” She said, startling the boy senseless.

It seemed like it was an empty threat, but it scared the boy anyway. With that he began to lick the woman’s fanny, trying to locate her clitoris. He managed to find the hard little nub and pressed the tip of his tongue against it. She began to moan with pleasure, and wrapped her legs around the lamppost tighter. He moved his tongue down to her opening and plunged it into her hole. She mewled with pleasure; he was very good though he had probably not done this before it didn’t matter her sensitivity was high that a no talent dog could get her off. He moved his head as far forward as it could go so he could delve deeper into her body with his tongue. She had almost reached her orgasm, and as he flicked his tongue so it reached her G-spot, by pure fluke of course, she slammed into it, the pleasure ripping through her body as she let go of the lamppost fell to the ground.

She lay there in a heap, half naked, and it wasn’t after more than five minutes when she got up grinning ear to ear. “Ah, the grand finale.” She said breathlessly. “I’m going to untie you for this one, and afterwards I will let you go. I hope you enjoyed this.” She smiled, and the boy was shocked, he swore she was going to kill him.

“Well, alright,” he said, “As long as you promise to let me go.” Dahlyla almost laughed with triumph when he said that, but suppressed it just in time. She didn’t want to give herself away.

She turned her laughter into a pleasant smile directed at the idiotic boy. “Of course I’ll promise.” She said, “Though you can leave if you want to. But I promise that this will be better than what you experienced before with my hand.” She winked.

”You’re going to fuck me?” His eyes blinked with the curiosity of a newborn foal. “Yes.” Dahlyla said, untying him, “Would you like that?” He stared at her for a moment rubbing his wrists, “…Yes. I thought you were going to kill me. That’s why I was so horrible after you gave me the hand job.” Dahlyla giggled softly making it sound harmless, “Ah, no worries.” She said, smiling in a very sexy way. “I did rape you after all.” She winked again. “It was a stroke of luck that you liked it after all.”

The boy froze, eyes widening in realization, she had raped him and that was wrong, she was a nasty woman. Nonetheless…he had liked what she did to him so much, he wanted more. He knew what he was doing was wrong though, would it be better to run now, so he would be left with memories that it wasn’t his fault that he liked it, she forced him into it, or to stay and do something that was wrong and out of his own freewill? He decided on the latter. “Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

Her grin was animalistic, “Your wish is my command.” She whispered and advanced on him. She proceeded to slide down him, taking his trousers with her. He was now half naked, revealing his cock which was growing harder and longer by the second.

“Turning you on now am I?” she said cynically. Her pussy was dripping with clear milky fluid; clearly he was turning her on as well. She guided his rock hard dick to the opening of her aching pussy. He was happily to oblige and began to thrust into her while she screamed with orgasmic satisfaction, and he was humping her like a dog in heat. “Fuck me! Oh fuck me, FUCK ME!” she screamed as waves of pleasure were ripping through her body, building up to one big final orgasm.

He was feeling it too, all he could do was keep thrusting as it felt so good. Nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life. He plunged his penis deeper into her, and with one final thrust their orgasms tore through their bodies at the same time. They both screamed with pleasure and fell to the ground, panting heavily. “That was so…fucking…good.” He said breathlessly. “You thought that was good?” she said as she was tearing off her shirt so she was completely naked. “This will be better.” The boy was confused; he thought this was the end. Maybe she was going to let him suck her tits? It wasn’t long until he found out. “What?” he said, the puzzlement clearly shown on his face.

“Maybe I should clarify. Better for me, but maybe not so much for you.” She said, pouting sardonically at him. “What? You’re confusing me.” He sat up moving slightly away and towards his clothes, or rather what was left of them. “Just watch, it’ll become clear soon enough.” Dahlyla seemed to be having trouble talking, or breathing. One of the two, the boy guessed it was because of her recent orgasm, but it wasn’t. He screamed as he watched the woman change, her eyes widened and reformed, became perfect pupil-less orbs, bright red in color. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing but snarls came out. The boy noticed her teeth were changing, sharpening into pearly white fangs. The woman’s body was changing too, thick dark hair was sprouting all over her and the boy could hear her very bones snapping and reforming. Her face elongated and her ears reformed to those of a wild dog’s. The change then completed itself by a thick brown tail. She howled up into the black sky, at the silvery moon above her.

The boy’s first instinct was to run, but he couldn’t seem to get his feet moving. He was pinned to the spot. He screamed at the top of his voice, an ear splitting scream that showed true fear. The once woman now wolf leapt at him and pinned him to the ground, it then reached forward and clamped it’s jaws around his throat, breaking his neck and letting blood flow into it’s mouth. It lapped up the blood happily, feeling the tangy taste of iron in her mouth. Dahlyla, the wolf, was content as can be. Firstly, she had had good fuck and secondly, she had had a good meal. She was a different wolf from the rest of her kind; she tasted human blood and loved it. This was a banished stray, and lived by no one’s rules other then her own.