Rebecca had come to a dead end and she let out a frustrated and yet, at the same time, fearful growl and a hiss as her fangs glimmered in the moonlight as she faced the brick wall in front of her. She glowered at it, as if that would make it move, but she knew she was at a dead end, trapped, and now having to face the man who had been chasing her, and tormenting her for ten years. She had thought that he was human when she had first met him, but now it was apparent that he was some kind of demon or half-demon, because like her he didn't age and if he got injured it would only take a few days of rest, before he was up and after her again. She let out another hissing growl and then flipped around to face the approaching footsteps.
She wore A black body suit that clung to her curves and made her pale, white skin seem to glow in the moonlight. Her eyes glowed a dim gold with red rims that wrapped around and surrounded the gold as her raven black hair fell in waves down to the middle of her back and over her D cup breasts. Her D cup breasts could be seen quite clearly through the body suit which pushed them up and showed the cleavage as every muscle in her body pulled tight and tensed with the upcoming fight that she knew would ensure as she saw him round the corner of the alley. She hissed again, backing up slightly, yes, though, she would never admit to it, she was afraid of him, very afraid and she had good reason to be. He was a demon or something of the sorts and appeared to be stronger than her as she let out another hiss.
She felt the brick wall hit her back, and she straightened to her full 5'8" height as she held her head high, the challenge clear in her eyes as she stood her ground. She squared her high heeled covered feet and she glared at him. She had blood-stained lips, dark red, as if someone had planted a rose on her face, from the many years of drinking blood. She also had high elegant cheekbones that arched up, as before she had been a vampire she had been one of royal blood. Her pointed, curved chin dipped down to a slim, narrow neck that widened out to form a chest where two D cup breasts were nestled in the black leather of her attire. She had narrow, but toned arms, and as you continued, her chest dived down to form a narrow, slim belly which widened out to form two love handles of a waist, and a rather broad bottom, though not disgustingly broad. Then her waist narrowed out into two narrow, thin, and yet, toned legs, that were clad in black leather, high heeled boots that reached to her knee. She scowled as she hissed at him again, and as she stood there you could clearly see the creases around her delicate parts, forming the well-known V that every women had.
Finally, she spoke to him, her voice as cold as ice and almost as smooth but with a sharp, dangerous edge to it as she spoke.
"Stop chasing me, and leave me be, or, by dear god, I will hurt you. So why don't you step aside, and let's be civil, and go our own ways, why don't we? Besides I would hate for my suit to get bloody and messy, and I'm sure you'd hate to die."
She hissed again, her fangs growing so that they were to the middle of her chin as she bared them at him, prepared to fight if she had to.
She wore A black body suit that clung to her curves and made her pale, white skin seem to glow in the moonlight. Her eyes glowed a dim gold with red rims that wrapped around and surrounded the gold as her raven black hair fell in waves down to the middle of her back and over her D cup breasts. Her D cup breasts could be seen quite clearly through the body suit which pushed them up and showed the cleavage as every muscle in her body pulled tight and tensed with the upcoming fight that she knew would ensure as she saw him round the corner of the alley. She hissed again, backing up slightly, yes, though, she would never admit to it, she was afraid of him, very afraid and she had good reason to be. He was a demon or something of the sorts and appeared to be stronger than her as she let out another hiss.
She felt the brick wall hit her back, and she straightened to her full 5'8" height as she held her head high, the challenge clear in her eyes as she stood her ground. She squared her high heeled covered feet and she glared at him. She had blood-stained lips, dark red, as if someone had planted a rose on her face, from the many years of drinking blood. She also had high elegant cheekbones that arched up, as before she had been a vampire she had been one of royal blood. Her pointed, curved chin dipped down to a slim, narrow neck that widened out to form a chest where two D cup breasts were nestled in the black leather of her attire. She had narrow, but toned arms, and as you continued, her chest dived down to form a narrow, slim belly which widened out to form two love handles of a waist, and a rather broad bottom, though not disgustingly broad. Then her waist narrowed out into two narrow, thin, and yet, toned legs, that were clad in black leather, high heeled boots that reached to her knee. She scowled as she hissed at him again, and as she stood there you could clearly see the creases around her delicate parts, forming the well-known V that every women had.
Finally, she spoke to him, her voice as cold as ice and almost as smooth but with a sharp, dangerous edge to it as she spoke.
"Stop chasing me, and leave me be, or, by dear god, I will hurt you. So why don't you step aside, and let's be civil, and go our own ways, why don't we? Besides I would hate for my suit to get bloody and messy, and I'm sure you'd hate to die."
She hissed again, her fangs growing so that they were to the middle of her chin as she bared them at him, prepared to fight if she had to.