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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
993
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Jäger
Title: Jäger: Anlocken Für Nahrung
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Rating: R
Summary: Humans always thought they were the ultimate species, but what happens when the hunters become the hunted? Follow the stories of the men and women who live in the shadows and feast in sin.
Warnings: Vampire, death, blood stuffs, small touch of het. Future chapter\'s have NC-17 slash, this is a one time deal so far. May do another small het thing later on, may not.
AN: Pretty much a collection of short stories that share a common thread with plot. All from the same universe, but the characters will change, some will be used again and some that were main in one story may be background in another. This one is more of a prologue; others may be longer, some shorter. It all depends upon my muse.
Random bits of German will be used, the titles among them. I’ll try and remember to add their meanings at the top or bottom of the page. If I don’t just tell me when you review so I can correct it. No ones perfect. ^_^
Jäger – Hunter
Anlocken Für Nahrung – Baiting for Food
~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was a cold beast; thick dark green hair fell to her knees in wavy lengths, piercing green eyes, the end drawn out and lashes long. They held a piercing quality, catching ones soul in their depths and holding one captive, leaving you stuck in her thrall.
Her face was pale, thin and long, with high cheekbones and full lips, drawn up in a knowing, dangerous smirk. Her eyebrows arched and menacing.
She flashes a smile, wicked and insane: animal.
Her body dances to a seductive beat, dipping and wiggling just for whomever she chooses for her prey.
She’s dressed in black leather pants molded to her body with boots up to her knees and a tight cotton no sleeved tank top, dark green color. Along her upper arm is a band: a tattoo, almost a Celtic ribbon design.
Her eyes lock onto those of a man sure of himself: tall, muscular, and decidedly punk with his spiked hair, vans, and baggy jeans with a random band T. She dips low, hips writhing in a way that was completely without the beat, and yet kept to it anyways.
She pushes her hips outward as she rises, moving them to the left and letting her body follow, hair swirling around her like a cloak and she peeks over her shoulder to lock eyes with him once more, flashing a come hither smile.
He does, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body close, their bodies grinding together, lips already locked in a passionate kiss, mouth-eating-mouth.
It isn’t long before she’s lead off the dance floor, taken outside and she finds herself thrown against a random wall in a back alley. He cups one breast through her shirt and massages it, sticking one of his thighs between her legs and grinding back and forth, hips pumping.
She gasps and throws her head back and he takes the chance to feast on the slender column of her throat, but not for long, she moves his head away and starts with small kisses up his windpipe, sucking on his adams apple and then moves on to small nips, before long her eyes flash a surreal green and her canines slide out, sharp and deadly.
They sink into his throat, pricking holes in his skin and then her lips feast upon the blood pouring forth. He tries to jerk back, but her arms are wrapped around him, holding him tightly and unrelentingly. He begins to panic, tries to yell out, but finds he’s to weak to do so.
The man falls limp in her arms, she drops him and wipes the last of the blood from her lips with a delicate finger, nails painted dark green, and licks that clean. She walks away without a backward glance, leaving the body to be found by the police, their investigation of the recent serial murders to be fed even more.
Her kind leave a trail from the farthest corners of the world, Raizel was one of many of the dark children who inhabit the human world and are part of the darkest fantasies and nightmares of the human society.
-End-
More from the same universe will come later, but this one is finished.
AN 2: A lot of vampire stories have popped up as of late, the quality of some, and the lack thereof of others, has inspired me to write my own, though I do not intend to try and be similar or to make up for the silly ones that should be trashed. Writing this is for my own enjoyment, not others, though it is my sincerest wish for the reader to enjoy it anyways.
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Rating: R
Summary: Humans always thought they were the ultimate species, but what happens when the hunters become the hunted? Follow the stories of the men and women who live in the shadows and feast in sin.
Warnings: Vampire, death, blood stuffs, small touch of het. Future chapter\'s have NC-17 slash, this is a one time deal so far. May do another small het thing later on, may not.
AN: Pretty much a collection of short stories that share a common thread with plot. All from the same universe, but the characters will change, some will be used again and some that were main in one story may be background in another. This one is more of a prologue; others may be longer, some shorter. It all depends upon my muse.
Random bits of German will be used, the titles among them. I’ll try and remember to add their meanings at the top or bottom of the page. If I don’t just tell me when you review so I can correct it. No ones perfect. ^_^
Jäger – Hunter
Anlocken Für Nahrung – Baiting for Food
~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was a cold beast; thick dark green hair fell to her knees in wavy lengths, piercing green eyes, the end drawn out and lashes long. They held a piercing quality, catching ones soul in their depths and holding one captive, leaving you stuck in her thrall.
Her face was pale, thin and long, with high cheekbones and full lips, drawn up in a knowing, dangerous smirk. Her eyebrows arched and menacing.
She flashes a smile, wicked and insane: animal.
Her body dances to a seductive beat, dipping and wiggling just for whomever she chooses for her prey.
She’s dressed in black leather pants molded to her body with boots up to her knees and a tight cotton no sleeved tank top, dark green color. Along her upper arm is a band: a tattoo, almost a Celtic ribbon design.
Her eyes lock onto those of a man sure of himself: tall, muscular, and decidedly punk with his spiked hair, vans, and baggy jeans with a random band T. She dips low, hips writhing in a way that was completely without the beat, and yet kept to it anyways.
She pushes her hips outward as she rises, moving them to the left and letting her body follow, hair swirling around her like a cloak and she peeks over her shoulder to lock eyes with him once more, flashing a come hither smile.
He does, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body close, their bodies grinding together, lips already locked in a passionate kiss, mouth-eating-mouth.
It isn’t long before she’s lead off the dance floor, taken outside and she finds herself thrown against a random wall in a back alley. He cups one breast through her shirt and massages it, sticking one of his thighs between her legs and grinding back and forth, hips pumping.
She gasps and throws her head back and he takes the chance to feast on the slender column of her throat, but not for long, she moves his head away and starts with small kisses up his windpipe, sucking on his adams apple and then moves on to small nips, before long her eyes flash a surreal green and her canines slide out, sharp and deadly.
They sink into his throat, pricking holes in his skin and then her lips feast upon the blood pouring forth. He tries to jerk back, but her arms are wrapped around him, holding him tightly and unrelentingly. He begins to panic, tries to yell out, but finds he’s to weak to do so.
The man falls limp in her arms, she drops him and wipes the last of the blood from her lips with a delicate finger, nails painted dark green, and licks that clean. She walks away without a backward glance, leaving the body to be found by the police, their investigation of the recent serial murders to be fed even more.
Her kind leave a trail from the farthest corners of the world, Raizel was one of many of the dark children who inhabit the human world and are part of the darkest fantasies and nightmares of the human society.
-End-
More from the same universe will come later, but this one is finished.
AN 2: A lot of vampire stories have popped up as of late, the quality of some, and the lack thereof of others, has inspired me to write my own, though I do not intend to try and be similar or to make up for the silly ones that should be trashed. Writing this is for my own enjoyment, not others, though it is my sincerest wish for the reader to enjoy it anyways.