Hunted Ch. 08

I ignore his question completely: "What did I tell you I would do if you got close to me?" If looks could kill my eyes would be burning a hole straight through his forehead right now. "Now it's time to separate your head from your neck!"

I leap out of the rune, thanks to Monica bleeding all over it, it is too smeared to be of any good anymore. I punch Asmodion right in the chest, that dumb look on his face, shock, makes him much too slow to react, and he gets knocked right off his feet and goes flying across the room.

I pick up the sword, lying on the ground next to Monica. She is still breathing for now, though laboured. I look across the room to Darrien, he is not moving at all.

Asmodion gets up, slowly, he is weakening: Darrien wore him down a bit for me. He chuckles, "Do not think that because you are my daughter, I won't kill you! I can always breed another ungrateful little wretch!"

"I am NOT your daughter," I grin, "so I have absolutely no qualms about tearing you apart, piece by piece!"

I run at him, the sword held high. I slash at him and he side-steps me. He hits me squarely in the back and I stumble a bit, but I recover my footing and turn to meet him once again.

"You cannot beat me," he gloats.

"I am the only one who can beat you," I correct him.

His patience wanes and he throws a hand up. A wall of telekinetic force hits me squarely in the chest and knocks me off my feet. But I grin as I see a gush of blood flood from his nose: The hit barely phased me, but it seems to have cost him dearly.

I get up quickly, "I dare you to try that again!"

He throws another hand up, and another force throws me backwards again, but I do a back-flip in mid-air and land deftly on my feet. Asmodion yells out in agony, hunching over as using his powers is clearly much too painful for him.

I run towards him and kick him squarely in the chest. He flies across the room, hitting the floor and continuing to slide with the backwards inertia. He groans on the floor, trying desperately to get up, but getting too weak to even do that.

Now would be a good time to finish him: But that's not my goal. "Davik!" I shout, "Davik, fight him!"

"Shut up!" Asmodion growls, climbing off the floor and running at me. I drop the sword and slap him hard across the face. He nearly falls to the ground with the force of it, but I grab him by the collar and slap him again.

"Davik! Wake up!"

"S-Samantha...?" he groans, and for a moment I can see Davik there in the facial expression, but he disappears almost as quickly as he appeared, replaced once again by Asmodion: "No!" He swipes at me futilely and I easily dodge his blows.

"Get out of him, now!" I yell right in his face, and throw him down again to the floor. He wretches on the ground, Davik and Asmodion battling for control of Davik's mind. This continues for a few moments, but then I get a wicked idea....

I grab the sword again, and with a yell bring it down fast right towards Davik. He screams as the blade closes in his face and... strikes into the ground right next to his head. He gasps for air for a few moments, silently staring into my eyes.

My guess: If Asmodion knew he was about to die in Davik's body he would flee back to the hell from whence he came. Question: Did my plan work?

I glare at him cautiously: He is calm now, but who is he? Davik or the demon? Well, only one way to find out, "Davik?"

"S-Samantha?" he murmers up at me, cowering like a scared little mouse, and I can tell, it is Davik: The demon is gone. I laugh victoriously and it bellows deep from my belly, "He's gone! And you don't you come back, you hear me!?"

Davik laughs too, nervously. I can see in his eyes that he's not entirely sure what the hell is going on. Then he faints, just passes right out. I chuckle as I watch him go limp. I suppose I should be more concerned for him, the poor guy has been through a lot, but he's always been kind of an ass to me, and Monica and Darrien are still in danger!

I run to Darrien first, selfishness I suppose. I listen for a heartbeat: I'm fairly sure vampire's still have those. After a moment with my head pressed to his chest my theory is confirmed, vampire's do have heartbeats, and his is beating! I shake him, "Darrien! Darrien! Wake up!"

He groans as he comes to. His eyes look first to me, then to Davik's limp body, and then back to me. He smiles with relief as I look to Monica. He notices where my gaze has wandered and he motions towards her, "go, go, I am alright."

I nod to him and run to Monica.

She is still awake and alive, but she is fading quickly. She lies in a puddle of her own blood, gasping for air as her lungs begin to fail her. "Monica! No!" tears well up in my eyes as I crouch over her. I'm afraid there is little I can do to save her now.

"It's alright," she gasps, fighting to stay conscious just long enough for her last words, "your father told me... William's... waiting..." And with that her eyes close slowly and she is gone.

I cry over her for what feels like an eternity. This is the second time her death has been my fault. Her sacrifice was not in vain, at least: It was her blood that broke the rune and released me. I hope what she said was true: I hope William was, indeed, waiting for her, and now they are reunited for all of eternity.

Slowly I linger back to Darrien's side, and flop down next to him. I rub his cheek with my palm as he gazes up at me weakly. "Are you alright?" I ask him, love and concern gushing in my voice.

He chuckles a bit, but it brings him pain to do so, "With your blood, I'll be just fine." I frown at him, it seems like an odd time for that to me. He catches my expression and explains, "I'm a vampire, remember? Blood will heal me."

"Oh!" I exclaim and I run for the sword. I use it to make an incision on my wrist and put it over Darrien's mouth. Much to my delight, he drinks eagerly.

The effects are almost instantaneous: His bruises begin to fade, his broken bones snap back into place. Amazing! The blood begins to dribble slowly from my wrist as the wound heals (I always did heal too quickly). Darrien is not done yet, however, but he is strong enough to leap on me, knocking me onto my back as he sinks his fangs into my neck.

I moan as the feel of his fangs penetrating my skin sends a wave of pleasure throughout my body. It feels like it's been forever since I felt his sweet mouth on my supple neck. My pussy begins to pulsate, yearning for him as his drinking of me sends sparks electricity through my nerves. I suddenly realize how very naked I still am.

When he has had his fill, and is fully healed, he slumps back against a wall. He moans with delight with a wide grin across his face. "It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful you taste, my dear," he pauses for a moment, "I do not believe you are a half-demon, or else your blood would taste foul."

I giggle, "actually, my real father was an angel."

His eyes go wide with shock, "a-an angel!? You never told me..."

"I just found out," I shrug, my face beaming.

I cannot help but be happy" We've won! Yes, there were losses... Poor Monica. But we won! Asmodion will think twice before he comes back to Earth again.

I glance over to Davik, he is still unconscious, and it looks like he'll be out for a while. I turn my lusty gaze to Darrien as I bite my lip coyly. "You know, you just can't bite me and leave it at that," I tease him playfully.

"I couldn't defile an angel..." he mutters with awe. Is he really trying to squirm out of his responsibility!?

"Half-angel," I correct him as I get up. I pick up a long strand of rope, which amazingly enough seems pretty strong (Perhaps, Asmodion had intended to use it on me if required). "If you won't defile ME, then I will just have to defile YOU," I giggle as I grab his hands and begin to tie them with the rope.

"Hey!" he struggles against me, but it seems he is still weak from the fight. I suppose he still needs more blood: Well I can oblige to that, but later...

Playfully I use the sword to make an incision in his shirt, then with my hands I tear at the cut and rip his shirt in half off his chest. He still struggles, and I muse for a moment how the tables have turned now. I wriggle his pants off, and despite his struggles, his cock stands erect through his underwear. I waste no time ripping those off as well.

I take it eagerly in my hand, and revel at how it throbs strongly, my blood pulsing through it. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything more beautiful. I, like the vampire before me, have a hunger I must satiate, and so I eagerly take his glorious member into my wanting mouth. He groans as I suckle at him, happily lapping at his salty pre-cum.

He continues his struggles, genuinely not liking being put in the same position he put me dozens of times. He groans with frustration as he tries to grab at my hair, the ropes around his wrists making his grasp flimsy at best.

When my mouth has had its fill, I push him back forcefully and crawl on top of him. I grab his cock and position it just under the center of my wetness. His back arches as his hips instinctively thrust towards me.

I enjoy the helpless look on his face, and understand for the first time why he enjoyed doing this to me so much. I tease him, drawing every bit of this out as much as I can: I rub his cock against my labia. He groans with a mix of anticipation and frustration, this is hard for him, and that's the only thought that keeps me from plunging his throbbing hard cock into my moist pussy right then and there. It's just as hard for me to abstain as it is for him, believe me!

When I cannot bear anymore teasing, I slowly slide down onto his shaft, letting it impale me. The feel of it filling my cavity is pure heaven. It pulses inside me, so big, so warm. My muscles squeeze down onto his cock, as if trying to grab ahold and quicken its penetration.

As I push him into me as deep as it will go our hips collide. I rest there for a wonderful, long moment, savouring the feel of him inside me. His body writhes underneath me and it causes his cock to wriggle around inside of me. I moan long and loud, and when I can take no more I slowly start riding him. I fuck him gently at first, but begin to quicken my pace, losing control of my animalistic urges.

I grasp my breast with my hand, missing the feeling of his strong hand grabbing it firmly: One downside to tying him up I suppose. My breathing quickens as I feel myself drawing closer to my climax. Instinctively I begin to rub at my clit, each stroke sending jolts of electricity through my entire body.

This is fun actually: Using him as a fucktoy, taking pleasure from him rather than receiving it from him. A part of me misses being the one tied up, the one being used. But being the dominant one every once and awhile can be fun too.

At last, my orgasm rocks me and I gyrate on him as I shudder and moan. Waves of pleasure rock through me steadily, and when they finally recede, they leave me spent. I collapse on top of him, purring happily.

But he hasn't had his fill of me and his frustration is mounting. Carelessly I rested my neck too close to his mouth and he leans up and gnashes into me roughly. I scream out with the shock of it: He bites so hard that at first I feel only a sharp pain shoot through me every nerve, but then the pain recedes leaving a tingling sense of pure pleasure. My body melts unto his with the rapture of being drained of my blood. When his full strength is restored at last, he flexes his wrists, yanking them apart with a growl. The rope tears under the pressure and he quickly takes advantage of his freedom.

He spins me about, knocking my back to the floor. He does this so forcefully he winds me a little. But he doesn't let me recover: Forcefully he drives his still hard and throbbing cock into my sopping wet pussy. I cry out with joy as he grabs my wrists and yanks them above my head. He pounds into me hard and fast, each thrust hitting my cervix. Stars flash before my eyes as I receive the hardest, most brutal fucking of my life.

When he climaxes I feel his hot seed pour into me. The feel of it is pure euphoria and I cannot help but cum with him. We shiver with pleasure, intertwined with each other in the sweet rapture of love.

The battle... The love-making... When at last my orgasm fades, it is all too much for me: I pass out.

I awake what certainly feels like days later. I just feel as though I've had the longest, most wonderful sleep of my life. I reach over to wrap my arms around Darrien, but he is not there. Quickly I sit up and search my surroundings: I'm no longer in the warehouse, but in a forest in the black of night. I'm wrapped by a blanket, but still naked otherwise. Before me sits Davik on a stump, poking at a nice and warm fire with a stick. Darrien is nowhere to be seen.

"Darrien?" I mutter as I rub my eyes.

"He took off I'm afraid," Davik shrugs.

I immediately reach out with my feelings to search for him. The rune on my hand allows me to feel his presence anywhere in the world. But, now, I cannot sense him. I look to the back of my hand, searching for answers and find the rune is gone!

Davik notices me staring in horror at my hand, "He used his blood to heal the rune."

"W-What!? Why?" I frantically beg Davik for the answer.

"He told me to tell you," Davik takes a deep breath, winding up for a long speech. "He said: 'One does not clip the wings of an angel, he must let you fly free'. He says 'goodbye and he will always love you'."

"No!" a tear comes to my eye. I cannot believe it: Is my being an angel too intimidating for him?

Well that simply will not fly! A thought crosses my mind and I grin to myself: All this time Darrien hunted me, I was the prey. But, the tables are going to turn now. Darrien thinks he can run from me??? Well, there's nowhere in the world he can hide!

Cause I am a hunter: After all, finding vampires is what I do best...