If I Knew Then....

Warnings:

This story will be containing everything from M/M, M/F, violence, vampire sex, blood play, bdsm, d/s, n/c torture, very naughty language, etc. If you don't enjoy reading such things or are offended by them, I suggest that you not read, but in the event that you do insist on continuing to read my stories(and I hope you will) I will give you ample warning at the beginning of each chapter as to what may or may not be contained within the writings.

Summary:

Martin had always felt odd feelings as he would walk home at night. Feelings as if someone were walking right behind him or watching him somewhere nearby. Sometimes, even if you're a mythical creature yourself, it helps to remember that you're not the only species around and to some you might just be a delicacy.

A/N: After a long hiatus and a LOT of life changes…I’m back. Please bear with me as I am editing and revisiting this entire story. Also special thanks to Kiix…you originally kept a hard copy of my story

and I never properly thanked you for it…You’ve helped to relight the fire under my ass better known as my muse.

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Ever since I started walking home late at night by myself, well in the last month or so at least, I've been getting the weirdest feelings of being watched. You know the kind where the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and a chill goes down your spine. Yeah…that kind of feeling. It's October after all. It's supposed to be a little chilly at night, but whenever I walk down the street, it seems like the atmosphere plummets to below zero and I can barely quit shivering. Hearing something, I paused and turned to look behind me. As usual no one or thing was there.

I suppose I should introduce myself a bit better. My name is Martin. Mart, Marty, Tin, whatever suffices. I've lived out the last 20 of my 24 years trying to come to terms with what I am. Clearly I'm a guy; however, I'm not exactly human. What's not exactly human but looks human? Good question. I'm well...like a werewolf... I suppose you could call me a were-leopard. Yep that's right, I don't howl at the moon, but during full moons or whenever I feel like it, I grow fur and prowl. Sounds great? It's not. Try explaining sometime to your significant other why

you growl or suddenly turn into a cat right as you're about to enjoy some intimate love making. Talk about the ultimate mood killer.

Too bad that I was lost in my thoughts to catch the odd scent on the wind...or actually did I but I just didn't care...the scent of wilting and decaying rose petals mixed with a spice that I couldn't place. Sometimes it's best to rely on

your instincts and my last thoughts before completely passing out were that I needed to learn to rely on mine a bit better. How I wish that that had been the case...I wouldn't be in the lovely twisted chaotic mess that I've gotten myself into now...