It wasn’t the first time I’d done this. To be honest, it wouldn’t be the last, either. For someone who portrayed so much control to the outside world, I was far from the picture of perfection I’d mastered over the years. Yes, I was graceful, and yes, I’d inherited the same elegant traits as my mother, but that was all.
I was a monster and craved the night and all its mystery. I savoured the moments that left my mouth wet with satisfaction, and yearned for the fulfilment I’d heard so many of my kind talk about. But it was just another myth. Creatures like me, who roamed the earth, picking our food according to our innermost desires, and brandishing an insatiable thirst were never going to find the answer to our constant cravings. We were made this way, the curse for what we were, and nothing was ever going to change that.
Batar pulled me out of my reverie. He tossed the corpse over the edge of the cliff, zipping up his pants as he winked at me.
“You did it again, you brazen hussy,” he said as I rubbed the last drops of blood into my plump lips.
“I suppose I did. Brilliant, aren’t I?” I replied as I watched the smile stretch across his face.
I studied him, knowing what was going through his mind, and tried to stifle the giggles about to escape from me. Jumping to my feet, I waited, and he pounced. I ran in the direction of the waterfall, clearing trees and fallen lumber, listening to his strides as they got closer to me.
He was like a ferocious animal, one that left my stomach knotted with excitement. Swiftly, I stopped and stood staring down at the tremendous crash of waves smashing itself hard against the rocks, hissing and spraying, being brazen with its power. I was more turned on than ever before.
From the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes shining in the darkness, watching me with his fangs protruding from his open mouth. I blew a kiss back at him and dove down, falling triumphantly through the white foam that gently brushed itself against my pale skin. Refreshed and excited, I entered the water with ease and waited for him. I could hear his voice echo in my head as I felt his hands tighten around my waist, and we both sunk further into the water.
“Bianka,” he whispered. “You know you could never outrun me, not in a million lifetimes.”
Sinking further into the cold water, he turned me around. His eyes fixed themselves onto mine. In a moment of madness, I broke from his gaze and swam for the surface. I wrestled within his grasp as he pulled me back to him, but he knew I was more than a match for him. I punched him several times in the face and heard the crunch of his nose when it broke.
I laughed as I smeared the blood over his mouth and pressed my lips hard against them. I loved how he tasted. The saltiness of his blood mixing with my saliva turned me on. Without a second thought, I pulled him closer to me. My nipples hardened as I felt his erection throb beneath his wet clothes. God, I wanted him to take me there. To fuck my brains out and leave me with an edge of satisfaction, something to ponder in my earthly slumber.
Furious and hungry, he threw me on top of a rock and ripped my pants off, leaving my bare legs shaking from the adrenaline rushing through me. Batar hovered over me. His fingers slid inside my wet hotness, tracing my throbbing clitoris with his thumb, teasing me.
Breathless, I willed him to increase the pressure of his hand. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Instead, he withdrew his fingers and rubbed my wetness over my navel. Before I knew it, I tasted myself on his beautifully crafted fingers.
Becoming further aroused from the sweet scent of my sex, a low growl hummed at the back of my throat. Like a wild feral beast, I pushed him down hard on the wet stone and climbed on top of him. Taking his erect shaft in my hand and rubbing the tip, I toyed with him, which made my desire all the more intense. I took him within me and rode him hard. I tweaked my nipples and drew closer to the point of no return. That small sweet moment when you’re lost in the throes of pure ecstasy, ready to release all of the delicious pleasure in one go.
Batar roared and clenched his teeth, his eyes rolling in his head. The harder I fucked him, the more intense the heat became between my legs. In a magnificent display of pure brute force, I came. My juices slipped out of me, over his cock, and down his backside. He arched his back and dug his nails into my hips, tearing through the flesh and howling in the darkness of the night.
I laughed like a crazed lunatic and slid off him, sitting down beside him. I stared up at the moon that peered out at us from behind the clouds. It was a beautiful night, but not unlike the many glorious nights I’d experienced over the past one hundred and fifty years.
“Don’t you ever get tired of it?” he asked as he wiped himself clean.
“Never,” I said, licking my lips, savouring the remnants of my scent. “Why? Do you?”
He pulled himself to his feet and let out a long breath as he cracked the bones in his neck. “Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we hadn’t been ‘made.’ If we’d had the power to carry on with what was once life. Who knows? Maybe I could have settled down, fucked one pussy for fifty or sixty years, and died a happy old man.”
“True, but wouldn’t it have been a boring old, saggy pussy?” I remarked, and then burst out laughing. “You take things too seriously, Batar. You need to loosen up. Enjoy the secrets that keep us who we are, and learn to accept that it’s us against them.”
“Them, huh? The elders can suck my cock clean.” He pouted, a fierce look shining in his eyes.
“I’m not sure the king would enjoy your cum as much as I do. Besides, isn’t incest forbidden among the Kindred?”
He laughed and held out his hand to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet. Batar sighed before tidying the hair that stuck to my forehead.
“Well, when you put it like that, we’d better make haste and return to the palace before our absence is noted.”
In a flash, we were gone, running faster than time itself. All was silent as the world slept around us.
“Another went missing last night, Your Majesty,” Sergei whispered into the king’s ear.
Batar and I had been having our little midnight rendezvous for as long as I could remember. The king however didn’t like that his people, his noblemen, his hot-blooded mortals were being destroyed, one by one, and right under his nose.
Inside, I revelled in seeing the look on his face. He knew there would be a backlash from the villagers, eventually. He feared the world finding out about our existence, but I was so far removed from his pitiful way of life. I didn’t give a fuck about the villagers, their ties to the Klan, or their mortal life. They were food and nothing more.
The king looked up from his fresh and bloodied steak, and caught my gaze from across the table, scowling at me. “Is this your doing?” he asked as he rose to his feet, clenching his fists.
“Why is it always my doing?” I angrily retorted, doing my best to remain serious, shocked by the accusation.
“Why? Because ever since you set foot in this kingdom, you’ve done nothing but feast on those that keep us safe. Those who keep the world from knowing about our existence. You’ve been nothing but a burden, Bianka, and I curse the day the Rose placed you in our care.”
I sipped at my wine and placed the glass on the table. I stood up and looked hard into the face of the timeless cunt who called himself my monarch. With a quick curtsy, I left the room. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, whispering and judging me.
Fucking stupid fools! I thought as I retreated to my chamber, slamming the door closed behind me. Sitting by the window, I watched the sky darken as the rain pelted the palace. This place had become my prison. Secretly, I plotted to avenge my incarceration, to pay the Royals back for the life I’d been condemned to.
I wanted to be free. Free to run wild, to devour who and what I wanted, and more importantly, fuck whoever the hell I wanted to. I couldn’t help but to think of the poor bastard I’d lured from the tavern and basically fucked him to death. All this was a game Batar, and I liked to indulge. Although forbidden, we couldn’t help ourselves.
Sighing, I threw myself onto my bed. Kind of ironic, seeing as I never slept, but dammit, the thing was comfortable. It was a great place to slip into my world, a place full of memories, no matter how wistful they were.
So many things that mere mortals take for granted, I wanted to keep locked away, safe in my mind, and would revisit when times were tough.
If I had known the truth about my destiny, I would have run away. I would have taken what I could and disappeared, anything that would have spared me the existence I was presented with. I would never have embraced what was to become of me. Never in a million lifetimes did I ever contemplate a fate where I was left cold, hungry, and insatiable.
The choice was never mine. I was born to be chosen, which meant any power I thought I once had was diminished in a fleeting moment. My fate; something that is told in stories all around the world. The stuff that causes youngsters to hide under their covers at night, for mothers to check their windows, and father’s to horde silver and crosses.