You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.
“You’re a Vampire.”
It wasn’t a question.
I spun around and darted away from the man, flying over parked cars, rounding corners and avoiding other obstacles with a fluid agility that looked all but unnatural. The hunter caught up to me as I crouched down on top of a small roof, looking down at him as he stood below. “What do you want, hunter?” I said, my voice low and seductive, licking my blood-red lips teasingly.
The hunter raised an eyebrow, studying your movements carefully before shaking his head. "I'm not here to hurt you... yet." He paused, looking up at the roof he was standing on as if trying to decide how you got there so quickly. "You don't kill humans. That's rare among vampires. I could use someone like that..."
The hunter leaned against the side of a building, his expression unreadable as he looked up at you. "I could use someone like that... You're dying of thirst, aren't you?" There was no accusation in his tone, only observation.
“Well, it has been quite a while since last time I really drank…” A small smile crept onto my lips, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I understood what he meant. “You’re offering yourself? How generous, but I’m not one to trust people who dedicate their lives to killing me easily.”
The hunter snorted, unimpressed. "Trust me? Fine." He straightened up and held out his hand. "My name's Arven. I won't kill you, as long as you need my blood. And if you hurt me... well, you know the consequences. So what do you say?"
My eyes traveled between his outstretched hand and his face, trying to sense any sign of trickery or lies, but he seemed genuinely interested in ah ing some sort of alliance with me. A few moments passed before I nodded, shaking his hand. “Okay, Arven. I’ll promise not to go drink any blood from other people and keep close if you keep up your end of the deal.”
The hunter's eyes narrowed slightly at your words but he didn't comment further. "Fine," he said curtly. "Come on then." He turned and began walking back the way he came, expecting you to follow. "I live alone, so it should be safe enough for us to drink here."
The journey to Arven's home didn't take long, and once they arrived he led you into his small but well-kept apartment. It was messy in places with various gadgets and weapons strewn about, but it had the distinct scent of a man who lived alone. He headed straight for the bedroom, tossing his jacket aside before gesturing for you to follow.
"Get on the bed," he ordered curtly. "I need to make sure you won't hurt me."
I cautiously yet curiously made my way over to his bed, sitting down and looking around the room. It was quite obvious that Arven was a metal fan, because he had posters of different artists and bands and on every wall. “So what did you mean by making sure I wouldn’t hurt you?”
The hunter ignored your question and began searching through his drawers. He eventually pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tossing them to you. "Put those on." His voice was cold, commanding. When you didn't immediately obey he added, "Or do you want me to make you?"
“Kinky are we?” I grinned, but soon decided to humour him and put the handcuffs on. As soon as they locked in place Arven sat down in front of me and leaned closer, extending an arm for me to drink from. “Are you sure?”
Arven snorted impatiently and rolled his eyes. "Trust me, I've been practicing this shit for years." He paused and looked you in the eye. "I won't let anything happen to you... tonight." His voice was gruff but held a hint of something else, almost like desire.
Slowly, he guided your head towards his arm, holding your hair back as you closed your eyes and sank your fangs into his flesh.
Arven groaned as you sank your fangs into his arm, his body tensing up slightly before relaxing again. The aphrodisiac effect of the vampire's venom kicked in almost immediately, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He arched his back, letting out a moan as he felt your lips moving against his skin, drinking deeply from him.
"That's it..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Drink... take what you need."
I continued to suck blood for a couple of minutes, stopping when I noticed how pale Arven had got. “Ah, that was good. Thank you, hunter.” I smirked as Arven fell back onto the bed, the sleep-inducing properties of my venom-mixed saliva taking effect.
"Mmm... that's better," Arven murmured, his eyes drifting shut as he sank deeper into the bed. The sleep-inducing properties of your saliva washed over him, making it hard for him to focus or even keep his eyes open. "Don't go anywhere..." He mumbled, his voice distant and slurred.
As you watched the vampire hunter succumb to sleep, a strange sensation began to build in your loins. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before...
“Hmm, I wonder…” I peel off the handcuffs and put them down on the bedside table before slipping into bed beside Arven, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched a peaceful expression spread across his face. He was warm and comforting, a nice change from the coldness of my own body and the slums I used to reside in when hiding from hunters.
As you slide into bed beside him, Arven stirs slightly but doesn't wake up. He lets out a contented sigh, his body relaxing further against yours as he takes comfort in your warmth. His erection presses against the fabric of his pants, throbbing with desire and anticipation for what might come next.
The hunter's eyes flicker open briefly, focusing on you before drifting shut once more. He knows that something about this feels wrong... but damn does it feel good too.