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basts_tail) wrote2007-04-18 12:36 pm
basts_tail) wrote2007-04-18 12:36 pm
[Requiem] Embrace
After Hunt finds her, before embrace. And what I have in mind for the embrace....
The little one travelled with the huntress, learning, watching, adjusting to her newfound freedom. The huntress did not use her for food, unless she had no other choice, and never forced her. One night, she spied on her as she hunted, watching and her whole body went tight and achy at the bliss on the victim's face. The huntress's eyes watched her thrall's reaction, hidden in the scrub.
Days later, pondering her charge, whom she had named Little Hawk, she returned from the hunt less satisfied than usual. She spoke to her charge, telling her that she needed more, and the little one looked at her solemnly and then nodded slightly, her eyes slightly drugged with old memories. The huntress held out her arms, cuddling the girl, smoothing her hair to one side. She ran her teeth against her throat, and the little hawk's breath hitched as the skin parted with a flash of pain and then her blood, her life welled into the predator's mouth. The girl's body flushed with desire as the kiss triggered, and she slipped into a dream state....
Heaven..... standing in a room of unutterable beauty, with an angel lacing her corset as his lips caressed her throat..... hell..... lying on a slab, her body a peice of meat, in agony as the shining red drained down a tube into a glass....
She woke from the trance, her mistress looking down at her. "I will not ever hurt you the way they did, and will only ever ask if I must." She smiles slightly. "Unless you ask first..." her brow arches, looking at the girl's body, flushed with arousal, her scent filling the air. The little hawk blushed a little more, making the huntress laugh and she then took her young charge out, teaching her a whole new set of skills on hunting - in a social context.
Little Hawk improved in leaps and bounds, her imprisonment only a memory, as she blossomed into the creature the huntress knew was under the skin.
Several months later....
They'd been travelling a new land, a young land, when they came to a city. The huntress had matters to deal with, and left her little hawk at home - a kindred had been attacking mortals, stealing thralls, kidnapping their mortal allies. She had been asked to join them in the hunt to stop him. As she travelled about the frontier town, she felt a gaze on her, and looked around, meeting a gaze she never thought to see again......
Hours later, she found herself in an earthen cellar. She tried to move, and found herself to be bound to a frame. Her movement attracted attention, and her blindfold was removed. Standing before her was the doctor, and he smiled softly as she pulls at her bonds, her mind clouding with rage.
Hours pass, as he proceeds to start his experiments, and she struggles, loosening the ropes till suddenly she was free. His back was to her, and she picked up a knife, and attacked. He turned suddenly and although she wounded him, he was quick with the scalpel in his hand and slashed her abdomen, stabbing into her. He threw her across the room, into an alcove, smashing the chair there into kindling, and the fight was on. Grieviously injured, she did not quit, and grabbed the kindling, and stabbed him with it brutally. The battle raged on, and then a lucky moment came as he delivered one more blow - a mortal one. Dropping his guard he looked down at her, and in that second, she gathered every peice of strength left and slammed the stake home, dropping him to the ground.
Through the course of the battle they had made it out of the room, onto the back porch of the little house, facing east. Dawn came, the torpid kindred lying on the steps, the wounded girl lying at the bottom of them. The first rays of sun came over the horizon, and the body ignited, setting the house ablaze. Little Hawk, holding her belly, knowing the wound was fatal, eventually, crawled away from it, and collapsed into darkness.
When she woke, in agony, the sun was going down, the house was in ruins and ash was scattered, covering her. Her nemesis was gone. Fever came, and she rambled about angels and demons, as she died. The ravens came, carrion birds, and in her lucid moments she scared them away from her body knowing they were waiting for food.
"I am not food.... I will not die.... Not....." the mantra continued, and as she weakened, but her resolve and will still determined, one of the ravens did not leave. It walked over her, looking, studying, and when she weakly tried to push it away from her, it hopped onto her arm. In the delirium, she talked to it, her mind wandering from the fight, to feeding creatures of death.... the ravens... the kindred.... to asking it if she killed him, or did she dream that..... In her mind the raven talked back, and after hours, the raven was not a raven anymore... she talked about the huntress, and as she slipped under, into the dark, it was an angel that held her, and fed her enough to heal the wound in her body, but not enough to save her life...
As she slipped into darkness, the taste in her mouth, the figure lifted her, and carried her into the night.
The little one travelled with the huntress, learning, watching, adjusting to her newfound freedom. The huntress did not use her for food, unless she had no other choice, and never forced her. One night, she spied on her as she hunted, watching and her whole body went tight and achy at the bliss on the victim's face. The huntress's eyes watched her thrall's reaction, hidden in the scrub.
Days later, pondering her charge, whom she had named Little Hawk, she returned from the hunt less satisfied than usual. She spoke to her charge, telling her that she needed more, and the little one looked at her solemnly and then nodded slightly, her eyes slightly drugged with old memories. The huntress held out her arms, cuddling the girl, smoothing her hair to one side. She ran her teeth against her throat, and the little hawk's breath hitched as the skin parted with a flash of pain and then her blood, her life welled into the predator's mouth. The girl's body flushed with desire as the kiss triggered, and she slipped into a dream state....
Heaven..... standing in a room of unutterable beauty, with an angel lacing her corset as his lips caressed her throat..... hell..... lying on a slab, her body a peice of meat, in agony as the shining red drained down a tube into a glass....
She woke from the trance, her mistress looking down at her. "I will not ever hurt you the way they did, and will only ever ask if I must." She smiles slightly. "Unless you ask first..." her brow arches, looking at the girl's body, flushed with arousal, her scent filling the air. The little hawk blushed a little more, making the huntress laugh and she then took her young charge out, teaching her a whole new set of skills on hunting - in a social context.
Little Hawk improved in leaps and bounds, her imprisonment only a memory, as she blossomed into the creature the huntress knew was under the skin.
Several months later....
They'd been travelling a new land, a young land, when they came to a city. The huntress had matters to deal with, and left her little hawk at home - a kindred had been attacking mortals, stealing thralls, kidnapping their mortal allies. She had been asked to join them in the hunt to stop him. As she travelled about the frontier town, she felt a gaze on her, and looked around, meeting a gaze she never thought to see again......
Hours later, she found herself in an earthen cellar. She tried to move, and found herself to be bound to a frame. Her movement attracted attention, and her blindfold was removed. Standing before her was the doctor, and he smiled softly as she pulls at her bonds, her mind clouding with rage.
Hours pass, as he proceeds to start his experiments, and she struggles, loosening the ropes till suddenly she was free. His back was to her, and she picked up a knife, and attacked. He turned suddenly and although she wounded him, he was quick with the scalpel in his hand and slashed her abdomen, stabbing into her. He threw her across the room, into an alcove, smashing the chair there into kindling, and the fight was on. Grieviously injured, she did not quit, and grabbed the kindling, and stabbed him with it brutally. The battle raged on, and then a lucky moment came as he delivered one more blow - a mortal one. Dropping his guard he looked down at her, and in that second, she gathered every peice of strength left and slammed the stake home, dropping him to the ground.
Through the course of the battle they had made it out of the room, onto the back porch of the little house, facing east. Dawn came, the torpid kindred lying on the steps, the wounded girl lying at the bottom of them. The first rays of sun came over the horizon, and the body ignited, setting the house ablaze. Little Hawk, holding her belly, knowing the wound was fatal, eventually, crawled away from it, and collapsed into darkness.
When she woke, in agony, the sun was going down, the house was in ruins and ash was scattered, covering her. Her nemesis was gone. Fever came, and she rambled about angels and demons, as she died. The ravens came, carrion birds, and in her lucid moments she scared them away from her body knowing they were waiting for food.
"I am not food.... I will not die.... Not....." the mantra continued, and as she weakened, but her resolve and will still determined, one of the ravens did not leave. It walked over her, looking, studying, and when she weakly tried to push it away from her, it hopped onto her arm. In the delirium, she talked to it, her mind wandering from the fight, to feeding creatures of death.... the ravens... the kindred.... to asking it if she killed him, or did she dream that..... In her mind the raven talked back, and after hours, the raven was not a raven anymore... she talked about the huntress, and as she slipped under, into the dark, it was an angel that held her, and fed her enough to heal the wound in her body, but not enough to save her life...
As she slipped into darkness, the taste in her mouth, the figure lifted her, and carried her into the night.