Once Bitten, Twice Removed [Viktoff x Sketchyequine]

[Viktoff Samson]

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Small grunts echoed across a moonlit parking lot. "Damn." A late thirties male managed to grumble between his grunts as he took one forced step after another. His gloved hand held the bloodstained side of his grey sweater, around his ribs area. Heavy breaths left his frosty lips as the small faint clouds weaved between his immaculate teeth before escaping into the night air. Just as he made his way closer to a multi-level parking lot, he stumbled forward and fell onto his front and cheek. A distinctfully enraged growl sounded off as his clenched teeth grew sharper and clearly defined fangs would be the result. His eyes, previously tightly shut in agony, shot open with an almost glowing and purely unnatural red color. With a punch that sent his other gloved fist into the cement, shattering it with ease, he climbed to his feet again.

Several minutes of increasingly awful agony later, the fanged man had entered the shadows of the layered parking center. The glow of his red eyes would illuminate the area before him as he weaved between cars with care. He couldn't risk setting off an alarm and allerting anyone to his presence. Finally, he couldn't march further any longer, twisting his body in his fall so that his back would slap into a cement pillar and he'd fall into a sitting position. He peeled the leather gloves from his hands before ripping open the hole in his sweater and the shirt beneath. The dim red glow of his eyes would highlight the creamy chocolate skin of his abs, allowing him to see how serious the bite in his side was. A sigh of defeat left him as he noticed the almost venomous signs of the wound. He knew that he was inflicted, but he didn't want to believe it. Any bite from those savage beasts was fatal to his kind, after all. Another sigh escaped him he let his head rest against the pillar.

His moment of silence wasn't going undisturbed for long as a walkie-talkie crackled to life. "R-W, are you there?" It was an ally of his, refering to him as his operative name. His lips pulled into a sour smile as he forced his left hand to his belt and pull the walkie-talkie up to a more appropriate level. What could he say? The pain that now coursed through his whole body had numbed his thought process significantly. If it was a normal wound, this wouldn't be so hard. Every attempt at starting his response had been frozen out by thoughts of his daughters. His once proud face was now stained with tears as the agony spilled over him further. "R-W?" The male's voice from the device had been a little slower, a somber note.

"R-W here." The wounded man shook his head as he concentrated intently on what he had to say. "The enemy saw my face. My identity has been compromised."

"Where are you? We can send R-B as back up."

"I'm bitten."

"Oh Christ. Jon-I..."

His smile deepened, a bittersweetness revealing itself. "Just get Melissa and my kids the fuck out of dodge." He managed to say before crushing the Walkie-Talkie. Not allowing himself the sorrow of listening to his comrades and their final words, he made sure the device couldn't be used by the damned beasts, if they found him before sun up. More frustration echoed through his head as he realized that the sun couldn't turn his corpse to ashe if he stayed here. The added panic of screwing up even further was only a rain drop to the ocean of inconcievable pain that consumed him. Before he took cover here, he was sure he had the tenacity to get back up. He couldn't have been more wrong.

"Uhm, sir?" A child's voice whispered to him. It was the voice of a young boy, thought it was hard to tell at first. Ignoring the potential realization that he may be so messed up by the bite that he was just hearing things, the wounded man turned his eyed and opened his eyes just a peak. In awe, the dim red glow of his gaze would fall over a young child who was all alone in a place like this, at a time like this. He'd almost began to wonder where they boy's parents were -But this was rather silly of a thought as he was so close to death.

Before he could speak, he was stunned by the sudden shift in the boy's eyes. He couldn't see the color of them before, but they transformed into rubies just like his own. With the added glow, the man could now tell that the boy was mumbling around his right index knuckle in his mouth. To his horror, the man realized that the child vampire was gnawing into his own knuckle. "Boy, where are your parents?" This question was met only by a lazy shrug as the boy waddled closer to sit near Jon.

"You're hurt mister." The boy mumbled, dropping his right hand from his mouth as he hid his grisly knuckle in his long sleeves of the dirty unfitting shirt he wore.

In a soft chuckle, the man allowed the young vampire's presence to be a comforting one. "Yeah, a big bad wolf got me." The humor seemed lost on the boy as he only tilted his head and furrowed his tiny eyebrows. Had this boy never been read a children's book? "Nevermind that, is there anyone with you?" To this the boy would shake his head a bit. Jon couldn't make heads or tails as to whether the boy was impaired in some way or never had the opportunity to be raised normally. Maybe it was because he was a little boy, he wasn't sure, but his daughters were far more social. More guilt surrounded his heart as he thought about them. The boy's curious gaze that layed on his wound was starting to grow a bit unsettling, so Jon covered the wound with his hand. In the blink of an eye, he covered the wound with several sheets of ice.

The boy's face came to life with wonder as he saw this strange trick. "Kingsblood?" He spoke clearly for the first time, which only served to creep Jon out even further. "Where'd you get that, Mister?" The boy's curiousity grew and grew as he leaned forward onto his hands and crawled closer to look at the ice.

This boy didn't know the story of the three little pigs, but he was entirely aware of something as complicated as the source of Jon's neat ice powers. Where did this strange boy come from? He wasn't just some normal poor kid or a crazed canabilistic vampire boy, such an oddity. Then an idea came to Jon, it wasn't a clean one and normally he'd never consider it, but he didn't exactly have many options. "I'll make you a deal, kid. You won't have to be hungry anymore, but I'll need you to do something for me."

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Panic coursed through the crowd of Chicago cityfolk as they fled in all directions. Strange masked figures and beasts were battling fist to fur-covered muscle, and fangs to jaws of razor-sharp knives. The three on three match seemed rather even. Though the beasts where clearly stronger, the trio of masked figures had been making use of their cunning and speed to evade the powerful attacks of the wolfish fiends. One might ask, what did they gain from fighting in the middle of the day like this? A tricky question to answer as neither side was aware of the motives of the other. Though it was possible the beasts made the entirely fair assumption that these blood suckers in masks wanted to clean the city of opposition so that they could freely feed on the population, it wasn't like either side ever shared any words on the topic.

Surveying the three on three fight from a nearby rooftop, another masked man was prepared to enter the fray. His white dress shirt was crisp with it's sleeves rolled up. He could only be dressed more formal if he didn't wear the steel mask, and paired the black dress pants and shoes with a black jacket of some kind. He wasn't dressed for success for any particular reason, this was just his outfit he wore to class that morning. The small hole near his left hear, on his mask, let out a soft crackle before someone's voice played through it. "R-W, there appears to be a number of reinforcements arriving for the beasts."

Letting his pale fingers slip over the side of his mask before resting near the small hole, R-W turned his head a bit before responding. "Rodger that." His suave, yet bored voice left his mask with zero sign of urgency. Himself and his trio of comrades where about to be outnumbered and he wasn't even given an exact number on those reinforcements either, but the man just couldn't muster an ounce of concern. "Say something when a big bad is on it's way. These pups aren't exactly overwhelming us over here." He finished his response as his hand dropped from his mask.

Sadly, his small rag-tag squad was supposed to be running distraction as an actual group was confirming a bit of intel on the werewolves on this side of the city. It was clear by the measly amount of force that met them on this street, the beasts were not falling for it. Given his years of experience in this strange gang war between the vampires and werewolves, R-W was more than aware that he was failing to adequitely garner the attention of the actual threats among the ranks of those werewolves. Though he was hoping he could just relax and think about something as mundane as the upcoming tests in his classes, it would appear that he might have to use specific abilities and join the battle below.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Kayla wasn’t the biggest baddest wolf on the block, and that was obvious just by looking at her. Her body was compact and lean as her pads trotted along the asphalt of the city streets. Most of the murderers that she fought barely even knew she existed. The petite canine with golden fur that sparkled in the rays that beamed down at her from the sun. Her plain appearance and the ability to be ignored, however, were probably her biggest weapon. The blood suckers had a tendency to turn their back on the snarling female, and that was what gave her the opportunity to bite. That mistake was the last one her opponents ever made.

On Kayla’s left was Lucian and on her right was Michelle. Both of the beasts towered over her in size, but Kayla still walked alongside the best. Her specialty was getting information. She was able to sneak around and learn while the big boys played with the vamps. Her most recent project was seeking out hideouts. The wolves knew that the vamps had to be feeding or they would be dead by now. The question was where and off of whom?

In a city like Chicago it was normal to hear about people going missing. It happened all the time. Besides the occasional face on a poster no one even knew who was missing. Most of the time even the tracker beasts wouldn’t find the remains of those the vampires killed. The blood suckers had just gotten to be that good.

Today, however, Kayla’s species was on the defense.

Little K.

The message rung through Kayla’s ears and traveled along her spine like an instinct. The mongrels were able to communicate with one another telepathically which allowed for very private conversations. This form of communication allowed for speech without the blood suckers ever knowing what their plans were.

Yes, Lucian? Kayla replied in a somewhat irritated tone. The nickname had always toyed with the bitch’s patience. It was in regard to her size, of course, but it rubbed her fur the wrong way.

I can see one on the rooftop from here. Do you think you could take the fire escape up and get him? Lucian replied.

Kayla looked towards the building from her position in the alley. The three were headed in as reinforcements while most of their biggest stayed back at one of their bases to keep the traitors out. In her head Kayla quickly analyzed if she could jump that high. Quickly she was able to reply: There is no way in hell I can get up there She was quickly able to answer. You see. Kayla was an engineering student on her last year at the local university. The girl was going to graduate with the highly esteemed degree in only three years: a feat that was almost impossible. She was just that good at the subject.

Soon the trio of canines stepped out of the shadows and they were all snarling at once. The hackles on the backs of their scruffs stood on end and it was obvious that they were ready to fight. Werewolves looked almost exactly like regular wolves except for their sheer size and human-like eyes. If seen only briefly, they were often just mistaken for malamutes or some other large breed. However, in this setting the sight of the unnatural creatures had the humans scattering like ant.

Kayla took up her usual task and began wandering around the group in one large arc. She was looking for a weak spot to go in for the bite, but she didn’t always get one. She was quick and nimble, but the bloodsuckers were stronger than her. She had a couple of memories of broken bones to prove it. She had to be careful. Her green eyes darted around carefully as she searched, but it didn’t look like the enemy was going to make this easy for her. In a single, clever move the bitch tucked her body into a shadow. Once there she crouched down and readied her body to pounce if the opportunity arose.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

The reinforcements had arrived, the trio that R-W was given a head's up on. Even still, he had no desire to leap down. The three masked vampires that were already in combat should be experienced enough to handle themselves, even if they were out-numbered. As R-W surveyed from above, his gaze followed a peculiar smaller beast. It wasn't an unusual event for a Vampire to underestimate these wolf-like creatures. A few thoughts ran through R-W's head as he observed. The first would be how little the current fight before him would warrent his dynamic entry. The second thought was concerning the various sizes of the beasts and what that may mean overall. A third and more pressing thought had involved the smaller beast, was it faster than the others?

Before he would realize it, the masked creature on the rooftop had leaned forward and watched the fight below intently. The wind took his disguise's long black hair and tossed it all about, the steel of his mask was growing cold as it clung to the skin of his face in a second and less pleasant way. Blue paint shaped the design of a skull over his mask such that it's teeth were over his mouth and two empty eye sockets surrounded the thin slits provided for his view. A light thud caught his attention as he realized that his left hand's middle finger bent into an arc and pressed to the teeth of his mask. The remaining shadow of a disgusting past habit.

To his dismay, he sat through complete radio silence as the enemy reinforcements began to take their place in the fight below. It would appear that no special interests or big bads were on their way to spice the fight up in any reasonable fashion. In of itself, this realization wasn't exactly a bad one for R-W. Sure, the fight wouldn't be particularly entertaining. At the same time, however, he wasn't doing a good job on his end of the operation as his small squad wasn't distracting any sizable force from the mutts. With a ratio of two to one, an argument would have almost been made that they did their best. This wasn't a position he could argue as with his addition to their squad numbers, this was a four to six fight.

Perhaps he was going about this the wrong way? Should he fail to attract enough attention to this street in Chicago, his fellow operatives on the other end might run into a lot of trouble when they begin to construct their front of the operation. A sigh rang out from the mouth of his mask as R-W stood tall upon the edge of the rooftop. His lean frame and height were usually appealing features for those who were a bit too vocal, but they were much less flashy than a few of R-W's other gifts. His descent was fast, closing the distance that the height of the building introduced in a blink before he would appear in the fight. The first stance he took was a simple one as he stood between the smaller beast and the turned back of his underling vampire friend. "Keep your eyes open." The instructive, strict tone sounded off with R-W's somewhat deep voice.

At the sound of his voice, one of his allies turned their heads to see him. In any normal situation, this would be a grave mistake. And yet, as one of the beasts lunged forward to punish the foolish vampire underyling, R-W swiftly ran over to knock his friend to the ground and sieze the beast mid-lunge by the scruff of fur on the back of the beast's neck. R-W has always been unsure as to whether there was enough of this stuff to compare these beasts to dogs directly, but he managed to get a decent chunk of it in his gloved right hand and hold this beast up by it. In a single ominous second, the beast became glazed over. Any struggle or fight in the beast had came to a complete frozen stop before R-W dropped the Beast-cicle onto the hot Chicago street. The creature was frozen to death before he even let go.

 

[Sketchyequine]

The sight of one of her comrades dying so instantly caused pure hatred to form in the heart of the she-wolf. A snarl ripped through her gullet and she lunged out of the shadows in an attempt to bite. Much to her disappointment she had gotten too cocky and overshot the lunge. There she stood, snarling and looking up into the cold mask of the bloodsucker. How these creatures could be so cruel, she never understood. The species survived by killing humans. Most humans didn’t even know that the creatures existed. It was hardly a fair fight.

Kayla sometimes wished that she didn’t know about this world. Life as a human is so much simpler. She would be worried about homework and sleeping with her boyfriend rather than whether or not she was going to die that day. These gangs were really just a bunch of creatures getting together and getting ready to kill one another. None of them survived it, not really.

Kayla flashed back to the night before and for a moment was able to get away from this place. Not in body but in mind.

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The girl had nestled up to her man in the small bed in her studio apartment. Her nose buried softly into the back of his neck and she inhaled deeply. His masculine scent always had her aching for more contact with him. Her hands trailed softly along his bare abdomen and she smiled. His skin always felt so soft under her fingers.

Her man was sound asleep, but Kayla just couldn’t get over how obsessed with him she had become over the last several weeks. He made every day feel just a little more human. She dearly wished that she didn’t have to keep sneaking around behind his back to aid the pack. It just wasn’t right. With her bare breasts pressed into the soft flesh of his back she sighed and whispered into the abyss.

“I cant get over you. Every part of you is intoxicating to me.” Kayla laughed quietly to herself in the darkness of the night. “Its no wonder that every night I get to be at home I let you slip into my pants. The sex it great…. You’re great.” She pressed her lips into the last of his cervical vertebrae and frowned. “If only you knew what it was that you didn’t know.”

With that the woman closed her eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a war so tonight she had to enjoy her life and the company of her significant other. Every time they fucked could be the last time. Every time they kissed… touched… talked… It could be the last time because of the blood suckers. It was no wonder the woman hated them so much.

Her Green eyes softened as she looked up into the glinting metal of the vamp’s mask. He had a very special ability. If she got into this fight he would likely kill her. She wanted to go home tonight: at least once more. Her snarl loosened and she quickly darted around him and howled. With that, the remaining four beasts retreated: leaving behind their dead.

On nimble paws the group darted along alleys and around buildings until they darted in to an abandoned building and waited to be sure the coast was clear. If they were ever caught in their human forms by the vamps they would be killed. Their saliva as humans wasn’t venomous to the vampires and they would have no way to protect themselves. Changing between human and wolf was an intricate process attainable only by great meditation or great rage. If a vamp snuck up behind them and snapped their pathetic human bones, there would be no surviving.

After several minutes of observation the coast was deemed clear and all five of the beasts painfully transitioned into their human forms. AS nude as the day they were born, the werewolves panted. Transitioning was a painful and exhausting process. There was no hurry to get dressed while in their hideouts. They could recover for a few moments before reflecting on what happened.

Ronald’s corpse was out there rotting in a ball of ice. They were all unexplainably pissed. Ronald was only 15 years old.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

For unexperienced mundane humans, the string of events leading to the frozen beast lying dead on the street and the wild charge of the smaller beast had been quite the fast pair. However, when noting the point of view of the masked figures and the werewolves, time was moving almost far too slow. Anxiety weighed on R-W's heart as he let his eyes flicker across his field of view to reassure to himself that his comrades were each in a safe enough position. Though the smaller four-legged creature had been given him a deadly glare with her very human-like eyes, the steel masked man that flash-froze her friend had more pressing concerns. By all standards, their mission was starting to look like a failure. If their goal was to rid the streets of the mutts completely, then celebrating the death of each one of them would be common place. This couldn't be further from the truth.

In their current mission, the death of one or two regular beasts had been negligible. They were to play scapegoat and bait a considerable sized group or any given 'Big Bad' to their location, and they have failed. What stood before them now was considerably easy pickings for R-W with his squad behind him. Alone, it might not even be difficult to suggest he could survive against all five of the remaining beasts for a fair amount of time. When the small pack had retreated completely, to R-W's surprise, his mission was finally and officially a complete failure. There was a time that such a realization would be crippling. The system of vampires that once took him in and raised him to be a killer would be the source of his childhood's most notable stress and fears. "What if they don't need me anymore? Will I sleep on the concrete again? Alone?" In his head, the child voice of his youngerself would ask these questions.

While his comrades stripped their gloves and complained between themselves about the mission failure and various different actions they should have taken to have been more successful, R-W remained in place as he listened to the haunting whispers of his past self. Each choked word he used to force past his small lips simply no longer applied to the man he was now, but the waves of thought still washed over him with full effect. He had a place to belong, someone who needed him, and he loved her very much. The whole vampire system could bite the dust tomorrow and he wouldn't be alone, he had nothing to be afraid of, Right? These were the facts, but the fear still found him. The anxious hunger pains still pulsed through his vains.

"Don't worry, there's always next time!" The cheerful voice of a member of his squad had eased out of their black and red mask before they slapped a hand on R-W's shoulder. To this, their ominous squad captain didn't make a sound or move. "Rick?" The lesser vampire boy's voice cracked. The one wearing the red and black mask must have been mid to late teens as he was similar in height to grown adults, or a large growth spurt above average height young teen.

To the most recent remark, hearing his name, R-W shrugged the hand off his shoulder and turned away. "You know you aren't supposed to use anything other than our operative names outside of our civilian identities." The blue skull and steel masked man leaned down to grip the beast-cicle by it's frosty furred throat. "Send dispatch the message: Mission incomplete. Alert the other active operatives." Rick spoke to his squad in a rather disinterested, detatched way before he started to walk down the street while dragging the fallen enemy by it's throat.

"Man, R-W get's under my skin." The red and black masked teen spoke with a shrug before facing his squadmates.

Rick knew what he was missing. His warm bed, the woman that holds his pieces together. These two parts to his overall life puzzle had his mouth watering, each individually had managed to sing a song to his heart and body that he just couldn't ignore. To live without them would lead to his early death, without a doubt. But, how does he tell a human that he is a vampire? What would the system really do if they knew he was romancing a human? A sin in his world, without a doubt, especially for a creature like himself: His body held kingsblood. Without this very trait he aquired from a dying vampire over a decade ago, the system would have never given him the time of day or payed for his housing and education. And yet, the woman whose careful touch whisks away his every blood-curdling fear didn't need to know he was so unique in this fashion.

The thought was unreal. She didn't know he could summon ice on a whim or introduce a human body to short-term cyrogenics by mere physical contact. In her eyes, he saw the world of passion she had for him in spite of that fact. Seeing that look she always gave him had both melted away his childhood fears and summoned so much guilt in his gut. It may be what's best for her, his world was dangerous and so full of pain. At the same time, this was no different than bold-faced lying. Ripping into someone's neck didn't make him hate the monster he had to be, not as much as knowing he was silently betraying the only person who truthfully trusts him.

Letting these hard truths beat his heart into submission on the way, Rick finally dragged the beast's body far enough from the street of the initial fight that it had defrosted considerably. In a way, Rick always wanted to experiment with the unusual lively properties of Kingsblood and the fresh corpse of his briefly frozen targets. Not to satisfy some sadistic notion of discovery or for science and knowledge, but to maybe return the lives of his prey and give his heart a little less guilt and grief at the end of a mission. As quickly as he iced the beast, he shrugged off the curiosity that surrounded it's potential revival and tossed it into a specifically marked dumpster. A dump-site, hidden in the open. It wasn't entirely uncommon for a human to nose about in these dumpsters and uncover the bodies that the Vampire System wanted to properly dispose of, but that risk wasn't too great in of itself.

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Discarding his mask and gloves into his big grey gym bag, Rick pulled off the black wig to reveal his soft silver hair that gently graced his shoulders and framed his handsome, boyish facial features. His eyes, when not a glowing red, were a near-platinum blue that was almost impossible ignore when paired with his perfect white teeth in a trademark mischevious grin. Swapping the wig with his black button-up vest that paired well with his white dress shirt, Rick was fully returned to his college outfit that he wore that morning before the mission. How anyone saw R-W and ignored the possibility that he was a college student was beyond Rick, but he couldn't possible factor out his biased perspective of already knowing R-W's identity. It was strange to compare himself to Peter Parker or Clark Kent, because he wasn't a super hero, but he loved the way Peter Parker left little to no evidence of his connection to spiderman while Clark Kent just took off his glasses and he already had the same face as superman.

Shaking his head back and forth to free himself from that mental loop, Rick pushed his key into the door lock of his dorm room and turned it. Muscle memory guided him forward as the door swung open and shut almost effortlessly. With a bit of a gentle hum to a tune of a classic song that he's long-since forgotten the lyrics too, Rick tossed his bag onto his bed and flicked on the lights before undressing with a bit of jazz in his step. As of this moment, he was alone in a good way. Preparing for a shower was much easier when he could just get naked without worrying who would catch a glimpse of his lean, inviting male form. Snagging a towel from a rack near his bed, he hurried towards the bathroom to start the shower water. The knob was turned all the way up to maximum heat as he guided the bathroom door shut with a nudge from his foot. Nothing about dragging the werewolf by it's throat was a freshing feeling, and until he could let the judgement of a steaming hot showerhead clense his skull, he probably wouldn't be sleeping with any form of ease.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Kayla sat her naked body on an old abandoned crate and her body contorted in pain. They had not accomplished whatever they had aimed to do at one of the bases, but the vampires had managed to rip out the heart of the young woman. A death was far more important to Kayla than information would ever be, but she understood why they had to protect their information with their lives. If a vampire managed to obtain the information concerning all of their hideouts, identities, or homes then a lot more than one wolf would be killed. It could potentially become a mass murder that would wipe out the entire gang.

The wolves had a responsibility to the humans of the Chicago even if the people didn’t know about it. Each shapeshifter had sworn an oath that their life was less important than a human’s. They would step up and let the bloodsuckers take their lives if it meant that a human could get away safely. That’s the way it had to be otherwise there would be no stopping the murderous beasts and the existence of the wolves would be worthless. However, after watching one of her friends fall today, Little K felt pretty useless already.

Once the sobs had ceased to jolt her body the woman reached behind her loin and grabbed her clothes that she had stashed there earlier. She stood and slid her simple black thong over her long, slender legs and let it come to rest on her pelvis. Soon after she hooked her bra around her ribcage and once more concealed her breasts. As a wolf, nudity wasn’t a big deal to her. They had all seen one another naked and never thought much of it. As wolves, the clothes were impractical. Even a small wolf like Kayla had such a drastic size and proportion change that they would destroy their clothing.

“Today was not a success.” Lucian spoke solemnly. “And Intel tells me that they dragged away our fallen. We will likely not even be able to recover Ronald. However, I say we try.” He took a deep breath. “Do I have any volunteers to go searching for the body tomorrow night?”

Without hesitation, Kayla rose her petite hand into the air. “We need to bring Ronald home. I’ll help you look. Meet here around six. I get out of class at five. That gives me enough time to kiss Rick before I haul my ass over here and possibly die.” She shrugged and then pulled her cotton dress over her head and attached the elastic belt around her narrow waist. “On that note, I’m out. I have to be a normal student for at least a couple hours a day. “

The walk from the heart of the city to the dorms was short, and when she approached Rick’ss room she could hear the water running inside. She laughed quietly to herself and pulled out her key ring. Although campus security frowned upon the practice, Rick and Kayla had made one another keys for their rooms. They could let themselves in whenever they wanted to. As quietly as possible, the woman snuck into his place and began to tip toe towards his bathroom. She kicked off her shoes and socks and moved softly on her feet. Wolves were natural predators and had learned to hunt by being stealthy before the attack. She had those same instincts.

Kayla slipped her dress over her head and wiggled out of her thong and bra. Finally, all at once, she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in behind rick, giving his ass a small pinch. “Hey there stranger.” She grinned proudly to herself, hoping to get a little scare out of him. As soon as his faced turned even slightly to her she took hold of his jaw and pressed her plump lips against his. However, it was short lived.

“Holy fuck, Rick. Why are you showering in boiling hot water.” As
moisture fell from the faucet and trickled over Kayla’s neck and breasts she stepped back. “You’re going to melt your skin off!” She exclaimed with a laugh before backing up completely against the wall to avoid what felt like scalding water.

The wolves were no tougher than humans when they resided in this form. They were just as thin skinned and vulnerable as the average wahoo walking down the street. In fact, even their blood was normal. The defense mechanism was nearly flawless. A vampire could smell a wolf’s blood and it would have no abnormality. However, if they ever dared to drink from a werewolf while in human form they would be poisoned. The bite of the wolves contained a lethal venom and the blood a deadly poison. They were not a species that easily succumbed to all of the tricks of the blood suckers.

“Turn that temperature down, will you? How else am I supposed to run my hands all over you.” Kayla gave a wink as her eyes traveled along his form. He sure was handsome. He was toned and had all the charm that Kayla had ever dreamed of. By the second date she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. Several months later the pair was still constantly making moves to jump one another’s bones. They slept together often and Kayla had seen him naked probably a hundred times, but it never ceased to draw her attention to him. She was absolutely hooked on everything from his abnormal grey hairs to the tips of his toes.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

As the skin-meltingly hot water cascaded over his silver hair, a sort of relief swelled beneath his skin. Before switching on the water, Rick was tired and hungry. Sadly, the red glow in his eyes had been the further signs of his body's protest against his more humble desires. His lips would slowly part, the fangs extended to the perverse scenes that played within his head. Naked bodies, blood running over pale lips, the reflection of his own messy red grin after ripping into a rnadom woman's throat, he couldn't shake them. Shutting his eyes tight, he pressed his forehead to the shower wall before him. The blistering white water eased down his defined and lean back as wished he was still sensitive to the heat. Self-inflicted pain would do well to chase off these overwhelming fantasies of biting into a faceless woman's neck. Naturally, a new vampire would make the mistake to go one step further and really cut into their own flesh. However, forcing the healing process and losing blood would only make that process even worse.

After the initial, mostly sexually-driven, wave of hunger slips over a monster like Rick, a new wave would meet him. This wave involved pain and the victims that flashed into his mind would be members of either sex. People he knew, men he'd wish to beat down before turning their necks into fleshy pulp, all the pain that'd be inflicted upon himself in a fight with a worthy foe, it blended into a promise of pleasure that he knew all too well. A tricky road of punching and biting long before thinking and regreting, and traversing that road would let him invite a familiar numbness into his head. This numbness was soft and inviting like the perfect bed and a night of silence to an insomniac. He needed that sensation now. Letting go and basking in the blood of countless human and vampire victims had been as romantic as a fantasy as lonely humans who wish to really be reunited with deceased loved ones and long lost friends.

The image of the tar of a city long in Rick's past would slowly return to his mind's eye. The sounds of a young boy's breaths and coughs could faintly be heard as a blury image of a blonde woman's face had focused until it looked all too real. Rick saw her wide, unblinking, green eyes as if he killed her only moments ago. The pair of small pale hands on her cheeks had been frozen in place with literal ice crystals that had formed between their skin. A nagging idea had introduced itself to the mental image as blood dripped onto her face from four distinct points above her. A distant part of Rick wanted to twist the view he had in this image to see the small boy's face. He wanted to believe that it wasn't him, that he wouldn't see his crazed platinum blue gaze and messy red face. Before he could venture any deeper, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor had awakened him.

He could smell Kayla before she entered the shower and pinched his rear. With a few blinks and the relaxing aura she brought to him, his eyes were normal before she'd get a chance to be skeptical. Well, as normal as his eyes really could be granted how unusual his eye color really was. Somehow, his beautiful lover had been capable of looking into his frosty eyes without seeing the freak that ached to be revealed. With the pinch to his ass, he chucked and looked back to her through his soaked silver bangs. Her step backwards and comments about the heat of the water had been unsurprising, but he was concerned as the heat of the dorm water was known to be exceedingly dangerous to human skin with immediate exposure. But, given a lack of complaint, he had hoped that she avoided damaging exposure thanks to his natural body temperature diluting the water.

Wasting no time at all, Rick cut the water back to a more appropriate level. Finding his soft smile, Rick swiveled about and planted his palms against the wall behind Kayla. He could recall every wonderful detail of her body with his eyes closed, but that didn't dull the lightning he felt between their skin. He guided her up to the shower wall with his bare chest and flat abdomen. She was already completely against the wall, but he wanted to feel her breasts against him anyway. With a body like her own, her presence chased away his hunger. The immediate relief of that torture had only left pure elation in his chest. How could he ignore this? Of course he'd do anything to feel her and taste her lips. Jumping each other's bones this frequently has spoiled him, sure. In his mind, they really weren't at fault. They were perfect together. This was beyond simple mammal passion, it was the natural pairing of two complementary items that any creature of will and mind would create.

With a little effort, he kept his hair from getting between their faces as he stole any attempt at a remark with a deep kiss. His hands slipped across the dew-ed shower wall until they took to her cheeks as he pressed his tongue between her lips to find her own. With a quick poke to her own, his tongue would proceed to circle her's slowly while his upper lip kept her lips seperated. A jolt shot up his spine as the shower water dropped in it's heat a bit too suddenly, causing him to pull back as his eyes openned. It was a struggle to keep his boyish charms from holding a silly look, and it showed for a just a moment before he slipped into his steamy romance novel look before scanning over her eyes. "I missed you." He whispered over the sounds of the shower water pelting at his back and the floor of the shower.

His head tilted to the side as his smile peeled up a bit more in delight. "Why don't we just pool our funds together and run away from this damned city?" He asked as though the question was more like 'Why do we not just fly to the moon?'. He really wanted it, but he knew that they didn't have the money to really pull it off. He'd work minimum wage, any shity normal job, if she'd be by his side forever. Then again, the haunting guilt of the truth beneath his skin chased away the floating notion that fantasy summoned in his gut. He creaped forward to kiss her neck, down to her collar bone and then over to the center of her chest above her breasts. Usually, butterfly kisses wasn't his style. Gnawing away at a soft neck until the victim's bones are exposed had used to be his favorite, but Kayla brought out a totaly different Rick to the surface. "Fuck. I love you." He let out a strained groan as he lifted his head to smile down to her, his lips close to her own again as his hands smoothed down her cheeks and neck to her arms to hold her.

 

[Sketchyequine]

As the woman was pressed into the wall a smile formed over her lips. Rick always tried to get just a little bit of an edge over her, but they both knew that they shared the upper hand. Each had their moments of domination and submission within the relationship. It was always just a tiny bit of a power struggle, but the animal instincts that simmered low in Kayla’s gizzard fed off of it in a primal manner. The best way to describe this dynamic was animalistic, but there was also a lot of love there. For now, the woman would allow for this kind of behavior. Maybe later she’d fuck his brains out and remind him that she could be a little edgy too.

Without hesitation, the werewolf pressed her lips back into those of the man and swirled her tongue with his. They were both very spoiled. The taste of his mouth eased a soft moan out of Kayla as she quickly threw her arms around his shoulders and deepened their passionate meshing of tongues and saliva. The woman swirled her tongue around her lovers as they pressed their naked bodies into one mother and allowed her mind to wander away from reality for just a few moments.

Fingernails grated along the skin of his torso and her hand traveled downward from his chest. Her fingertips explored the mounds of muscle over his abdomen before the let her hand settle and cup his cock. As she stroked him she grinned up at him. “We can’t just run away. If we went away we wouldn’t know all the best places to fuck in Chicago anymore.” She grinned up at him as her hand jacked him off slowly. She wanted to run away from the violence more than anything, but there was a vampire out there somewhere who was turning them into pupsicles and she couldn’t just leave everyone to fend for themselves like the.

“Plus…” She added after a long pause of just focusing on arousing him. “I’d miss this city. It has its own type of really shitty charm.” With that last comment she rose onto her tip toes to kiss him roughly once more as she stroked him a little more roughly. The surface of her thumb ever-so-often trailed over the sensitive, bulbous head of his penis to taunt him. She knew his body just as well as he knew hers. They had a very special way of getting under one another’s skin.

As Kayla knelt down, there was a slight flash of the welts that had formed on her breasts from the hot water that had splashed on her. She couldn’t help but wonder why her companion still looked pale and unscathed. Her only reasoning was that he must be much thicker skinned than she was. She looked up into his eyes as she knelt in the bottom of the shower with his cock springing out as eye level for her. The water trickled slightly over Kayla’s face as she sat there, and she didn’t break eye contact with the man at all. Her eyes silently beckoned to him to take her. Ravage her. Fuck her face and pussy until she was nothing but a pile of pulp. He could make her forget everything that had happened that day. All he had to do was fuck her.

After just a few long seconds, the woman grabbed hold of his shaft and thrust her mouth upon his erection. She swirled her tongue delicately around the head as one hand held onto his base and the other came to rest on his hip. She bobbed her head along part of his shaft before letting out a quiet moan. The sound resonated through his flesh and sent vibrations along his length that would tickle at his nerve endings and overwhelm his senses even if only briefly. Kayla then pushed her head all the way forward and swallowed the entirety of his cock before opening her watering eyes and looking up at her man.

A gag ripped through the woman’s body and forced her to retreat off of the man’s cock. As she panted she mumbled quietly. “I know you want to fuck me.” She grinned and lowered her face onto his erection once more. She bobbed her mouth over the entirety of his length now and swirled her tongue two and fro on the underside of his cock. She belonged to him and vice versa. She dug her nails roughly into his hips and guided him to thrust forward and choke her with his cock. Her eyes shut tightly as she deep throated him once more before she pulled back again. “Now you get to choose. Do you want to fuck my face of my soaking pussy, Rick?” She grinned up at him mischievously and just waited for an answer.