Hunter's Blood (3 page)

“Shut up, I will meet you there at midnight.”

I pressed the button and dropped my phone and laid there breathing hard and trying to shake his fucking touch from me. Hunter, that fucking boy…

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I had run, I should not have. I mean I wanted Hunter to take every part of me but I left him standing there in that cold stone hallway inches away from Rachel and the gardener moaning and thrusting. I held my chest and tried to catch my breath as I sat on my bed. I am such a child, I have no idea about seduction or the ways a woman is to entice a man and Hunter would be better off with someone like Rachel who knew what to do and how to make a man become hard like the gardener had. I took short breaths as the images of them on that table ran through my head and caused me to become blurry eyed and sweaty even more so than I already had been.

“Vanessa,” I whispered as I held my arms tight to my chest and felt my heartbeat playing with my skin.

“Hello.”

I jumped at least 3 feet and hit my headboard with the back of my head and saw stars for a second. I focused and saw Hunter standing in my bedroom, I opened my mouth, glancing at my closed door.

“What? How did?”

He grinned and looked at my opened window and I stood up and ran to it, looking down at the ground, a good 20-foot drop. No trees close to my window. I turned and he was right behind me.

“Hunter,” I said as I felt embarrassment creeping upon me and he grinned and then licked his lips. I leaned up and saw blood on his mouth.

“Vanessa…I wish you had not run,” he said as he lunged at me and I ducked and yelled out. He hit the window and I pushed him out. Surprising me more than anyone I would guess. I stepped back and heard a clawing and then scraping, like nails digging into something. I slowly walked to the window and looked out, peeking with one eye and there he was, on the side of the house, dug in like an animal and coming up at me. I screamed and jumped back as one hand gripped the windowsill then the other and he popped up and grinned at me.

“Vanessa, this is a game I can play all night.”

“Hunter, you stop this, right this minute,” I said to him as I shook my finger at him like it would matter.

He laughed and pulled himself up easily and landed softer than a bird does on branch.

“You have to be curious as to what I am.”

I shook my head and backed up away from him.

“Hunter, you are Hunter, I have known you forever.”

He smiled and stopped dead, looking me over.

“I enjoy you, I always have and it is your virgin blood that drives me insane with lust. I am shocked that I have not taken you yet.”

“I have saved myself for you!” I yelled at him.

He took a deep breath and was in my face before I could blink. I tried to speak but something had taken the will from me. I wanted to run, but running was the furthest thing from my mind and fear ebbed back from me like a low tide. He touched my hair, then my face and I closed my eyes as his skin hummed against my own. All the things I knew to be reality should be telling me to get away, far, far away but Hunter had me here as he always had. He held me with no chains, no words and I opened my eyes just as he laid me down on the bed and hovered above me, inches from my face.

“You tell me to leave and I will Vanessa, but your body is telling me to stay with you and take you places you have never been,” he whispered to me.

I nodded, I had no words to give to him and quite honestly I could hear nothing but his voice, feel nothing but his heartbeat and want nothing, but to feel his want for me.

He lowered and pressed against me and I took a staggered breath, he reached up and pulled my dress from my shoulder and kissed my skin gently and then I felt a pinch, followed by a burning sensation and I pulled my legs up as Hunter broke through my skin with his sharpened teeth. I pushed on him for a moment but he caught my wrists and held them tightly as he continued to feed on me. I opened my mouth and he broke free of my shoulder and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and I could taste metal, iron to be exact and he started to move on top of me and harden against me. I moaned as he slipped his leg in between mine and spread them apart, still holding my wrists tightly. I arched my back as he reached up and grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and took his free hand and lowered it between us. He snaked his fingers inside of my panties and found me wet and waiting for him. He sighed at my mouth and closed his eyes as he gently slid one finger into me and then another and I groaned and struggled a bit, but he was careful to not go too far, not yet. I hissed as he pushed a tad bit deeper and he licked his lip and stared at my expression.

“Oh my god,” he whispered as he let my hands go and grabbed at my face and throat and kissed me harder letting one finger explore and the other found my clit and started to move slowly. I shook slightly and he held me tightly.

“Vanessa, can I take you?” he asked me and I nodded without hesitation, I cannot say if it was free will or a charm he held over me but all the same I wanted nothing less and everything he could give to me.

I nodded and he moaned as he reached down and tore my panties off easily and I jerked slightly as he tossed them aside. I grabbed at his face as he reached down and placed his hand on his hard shaft and gently pressed it against me and then it started to slide into me and at first it was a slight pressure and then as he lowered it started to hurt more, he pulled my wrist up as I moved from discomfort and he bit into me, I screamed as I took the rest of him deep inside of me and he tried to divert the pain to my wrist, but quite honestly I wanted it and it felt so overwhelming and normal to me that I was shocked to be enjoying it as I was. He looked into my eyes as I narrowed them and gritted my teeth and he started to move, slow at first and then thrusting harder. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled on it harder and harder as he thrust himself deep into me and then I started to move my hips and get into a rhythm along with him. He grinned and gritted his teeth too and a low growl rose from his throat.

“Harder,” I whispered into his ear and he suddenly flipped me over and pulled me up, facing away from him and slid his hard shaft into me from behind. I cried out as he leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders. I felt him inside of me, thrusting over and over again and then it started to happen. A feeling started to rise in me, low at first and racing across my stomach in waves. I made a noise unlike any I had ever before and he slowed down, finding a rhythm that made me cry out more and more.

“Vanessa…” he said as I lowered down and he held onto my sides tightly.

“Let it come over you.”

I shook my head ‘yes’ and then he pushed me down and spread my legs wide and reached between us and slipped his fingers into my ass. I gripped my pillow and screamed into it as he thrust against me harder and harder, moving his fingers in unison. I suddenly screamed out and so did he and as the orgasm took everything from me, he tore into my neck with his teeth and took me to a place I had never been too before and someplace I would never be again…

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I rolled onto my side and almost fell off of the bed as my fingers took me to the end of my orgasm and Hunters cock filled my mind as it had that night.

“Fuck!” I said as I stood up, swaying on feet and so pissed off that after all of this time, 111 years to be exact. That is right, 111 fucking years of thinking about him and his cock and the way it filled me up that night and ruined every sexual experience I have had since.

“Hunter!” I screamed out as I knocked everything from my vanity and make-up, perfume bottles and pills went flying everywhere. I calmed down momentarily when the phone rang again and I stood up and stared at it. I then decided to see who and why and saw that it was once again Rachel. I pressed the button and sighed as she took a moment to talk.

“Vanessa, get dressed now,” she said and I stood up straight and looked at the mess on my floor.

“Why?” I said.

“I smell Hunters scent.”

“What the fuck?” I said half out of breath.

“Get dressed you grumpy bitch and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes.”

I laughed and she did not, telling me she may be serious and not messing with me.

“Rachel, I am not in the fucking mood for games.”

“Shut the fuck up and get down here,” she said as she hung up on me.

I stood there in shock a bit. I mean I have dreamt of finding him for so long. Of telling him how I hate him for making me this way, for ruining everything after him. For making me this thing, this sexually deprived beast that craves sex and blood. He did this to me, Hunter did…111 years ago when he fucked me and shared his tainted blood.

I shook my head and then ran to my closet and grabbed a dress from a hanger quickly and a pair of heels. I slipped the black dress over my head and let it settle on my body in all of the right places. I leaned down and placed one red high heel on then the other and stood up, shook out my hair, letting it settle on me too and headed to the door. I stopped as I hit the lights and sighed, hoping this was true, hoping she had picked up his scent because I could not. I suppressed my ‘vampire’ urges with diet pills and Rachel just went full throttle fucking and eating at will.

I ran out onto the street in front of my apartment building and waited, I would have expected her to be here by now but instead a cab pulled up and idled empty in front of me. I leaned over and looked at the man behind the wheel and shook my head.

“What is this?” I yelled at him.

“Vanessa?” he yelled out to me.

“Yeah?”

“I was sent to get you and bring you downtown.”

I narrowed my eyes and tapped my heel on the asphalt.

“Oh yeah? By fucking who?” I asked him.

“A man, a man who told me to tell you that two fingers are better than one, which I think is just fucking nasty but to each his own you know? He gave me a 100, so why should I give a shit what you freaks do?” he said.

“Two fingers?” I said as I stood there and thought about it and the memory flashed through my mind of Hunter bending me over. I sucked in my breath.

“Hey!” I said as I approached the car and swung the door open, I leaned in and stared at the cabbie.

“What did he look like?”

“He looked like a man with a hundred dollars in his fucking hand.”

I got in and adjusted on the seat.

“Black hair, pale…cute as shit?” I asked him.

He looked in his mirror at me.

“I am not gay or into that three-way freaky deaky shit, I got me a nice little honey at home with a round ass who enjoys me.”

I leaned back and rolled my eyes.

“Oh you fucking wish…did he look like that or no?” I said. He said nothing. I reached into my purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and waved it high enough for him to spot it. He turned and snatched at it and I pulled it back from him, raising an eyebrow.

“He was cute, like that…with the dark hair and shit…yes.”

“Name?” I said.

“Bob…but the ladies call me Bobby,” he said, as he looked me over. I flipped the money at him.

“Not you, you cunt…the man…did you get a name?”

“Yeah, Hunter…he said his name was Hunter.”

“Fucking drive,” I said and he took off.

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We pulled up to Plague and I shook my head as I got out. I may be suppressing the urge to feed but the smell of pussy, cock and human sweat still fill my nostrils and make them burn with desire. I stood there and adjusted my dress, looking up the large warehouse and seeing women and men in the windows behind colored glass. Shadows and paid dancers, but hot just the same. I took one last breath and tried my hardest to smell him but nothing, nothing at all and it pissed me off.

              I walked up to the collection of meat standing in line and stared at the doorman until he noticed me and I used what I would assume is some vamp charm on him. I don’t know the science behind it, I just know it works everywhere I use it and has forever. The doorman stepped towards me, lifted the rope as some of the meat sacks in line bitched and moaned and I walked into the club, minus the wait and bullshit normal people have to endure.

I stopped as a woman stepped up to me and leaned into my ear, whispering “I would love to lick your pussy” and I grinned and left her standing there fingering her exposed nipple and twisting her heel into the floor. I would have loved to of seen what she was capable of but my purpose has nothing to do with cock or pussy here, although it is all around me and flooding my senses. I stopped again as a man stepped up and let his hand slip down the front of me slowly, I caught his hand and felt the slight cracking of bone as I turned it but he was not phased, he just gritted his teeth and moved slightly, keeping his eyes trained on mine. I studied him for a moment and he was quite pretty. I leaned up and let my mouth linger near his and then let his hand go as I looked up and saw Rachel, standing at the top of the stairs and looking odd, normally she exudes cocky and she was not, in fact she looked disturbed and I stepped out from the man who watched me and looked up at her. She spotted me and shook her head ‘no’ slowly and then he rose behind her, letting his hands trace her breasts and end on her throat. He tightened his grip and she struggled for a moment and I walked quickly to the steps and started to climb as he held her there in front of him. I stopped and had so much to say, so many things I wanted to spew at him for all he had done to me but he let his green eyes, speckled with amber linger on my body and then settle on my breasts. I felt him, which is completely ridiculous and my heart beat fluttered and he grinned at me as he had done so many, many, years prior.

“Hunter,” I said as calm as I could and he smiled at me and held Rachel stationary in front of him.

“Vanessa,” He said and Rachel moaned quietly as Hunter lifted her up by her throat.

“Let her go, please,” I said to him.

“Isn’t this fun? A nice little family reunion of sorts.” He said and I shook my head and took a step towards him as he lifted her further. I stopped and smiled at him.