THE HUNT
                                 by darkangel
 

        "Did you and Nicholas have a good time?"
        I had known that LaCroix would be waiting for me in my hotel room when I returned.  I had left
Nick's just after sundown, having spent the day alternately sleeping and making love with the boyish
blonde vampire.  And I had enjoyed every minute of it.
        "Why, yes, I did.  Thank you for asking."  I set my bag down and spotted a bottle of blood on
the small table next to the window.  I picked it up and took a swig.  The only reason I had left Nick's
loft so quickly after we woke was because I was thirsty, the hunger compounded by all the, ah,
physical exertion we had indulged in.  Before I knew it, the bottle was gone, and I was looking
around for another.
        LaCroix was still watching me, quiet.  I wondered what was going through that ruthless mind of
his.  I hope that it was interesting, and only involved me in ways I'd like.
        He looked pointedly at the empty bottle in my hand.  "Still hungry, little one?"
        I nodded.
        "Perhaps you would like to go out to eat?"
        I could picture the fresh, warm kill, and longed for it.
        "Come, my dark angel.  I will teach you to hunt."

        I was giddy from all the blood, and the adrenaline of the kill.  I laughed and spun around, dizzy
with glee.  What a thrill it was, to take a life.  And a life who deserved death, at that.
        LaCroix laughed, my enthusiasm contagious.  He caught me as I spun, pulling me close against
him.  "You enjoyed it, did you not?"
        I smiled.  "I did."  I looked at him, taking him in with my new senses.  He and I had not touched one
another since he brought me across two nights ago.  I kissed him fiercely, my fangs grazing his lips.  I
wanted to take him right there, in the alleyway.
        He pushed me away gently.  "Now, now, little one.  I have not eaten yet."  He took my hand.
"Come.  Watch and learn."
        And learn I did.  I was quite impressed at the way he hunted, the way he took the time to enjoy the
slow death of his feast.  I felt a little bad that I had no such control yet - once I had tasted the blood of
my victim, I could not wait so long to appease the hunger.  He turned back towards me, the corpse
slipping to his feet.  He kissed me hungrily, and the blood taste only maddened me.  I knew my eyes
were gold as he pressed me against the brick wall of the alleyway.  I wanted him badly.  I felt as if the
world would come crashing to its end if I didn't have him now, if I didn't feel his fangs and his cock
filling me up...
        "Shall we go someplace more...private?"  His eyes were glowing, too.
        "Yes."  He held me as he lifted upwards, as I had not received flight lessons yet.  It reminded me of
our first night together.  It seemed so long ago.
        We were on the balcony of my hotel room.  He opened the sliding glass door and led me into the
room, pulling the door shut behind us.  I was trying to unbutton his shirt, but he waved my hands away.
"You must learn patience, little one."
        I was shaking as he slowly unbuttoned the silk shirt I wore, sliding it off my shoulders.  My bra
followed, all too slowly for my tastes.  He raked his nails over my chest, grinning evilly as I moaned.  He
looked down at the heavy boots I wore.  "It might be easier for you to remove those."  I sat on the edge
of the bed and slid them off as he removed his shirt and folded it neatly on a chair.
        "But I want to--"
        "Not yet, Darkangel.  At this point, I believe you'd do more damage to my wardrobe than I'd like."
He chuckled as I blushed, tucking my just-removed socks into the tops of the boots.  I followed his
example and set them neatly under the other chair, picking up my shirt and laying it over the chair arm.
"Good girl.  Now, where were we?"
        He pulled me up so that I stood only inches away from him, smiling to himself as he finished
undressing me with his long, strong fingers.  I watched his hands, fascinated by them.  Even when I was
mortal, I was drawn to people by their hands.  My favourite were the kind that I knew could kill me, but
instead touched me with rough palms as I felt their untapped power.  This was the kind of hands LaCroix
had.  I shuddered in the agony of waiting as he ran his hands over my calves, now that the jeans were
gone.  He slid his fingers upwards, along the outside of my thighs, rising to work his hands downward
from my shoulders.  His fingers were everywhere but where I wanted them to be.  I looked up at him,
trying very hard to please him by standing still.  I saw the heat in his eyes, and it took all my willpower
not to push him down onto the bed like I had with Nick.
        He chuckled.  "Terrible, isn't it?  The waiting is almost too much for you."  He was kissing my neck,
and I willed him to bite, to throw me onto the bed, to do anything but make me suffer like this.  Yet the
logical part of me knew how much more I would enjoy this if I followed his way.  I looked at him,
reached tentatively towards him.  He nodded, and I ran my hands over his chest and arms in the same
fashion he had used only moments before.  Feeling his skin under my fingertips made me want him even
more, but I held myself back, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers.  I felt his involuntary
shudder as I lightly touched his nipples, and I smiled, lowering my head to torment them with my lips
and tongue.  I could feel the tenseness in him, and the pure power rush from making a master vampire
tremble this way filled me with delight.
        He wrapped his hands around my throat, pulling me up to meet his lips, holding me in a semblance
of strangulation.  The power of his grip made my knees weak, knowing that he could hurt me but chose
not to.  That excited me, as did the forcefulness with which he kissed me, his fangs piercing my bottom
lip.  My nipples were hard against his chest, and I moved just enough to feel the zing of friction.  He
stopped kissing me, pulling back to look at me, hands still about my throat.  His thumbs pressed lightly
on either side of my windpipe as he looked at me.
        "Lie down," he growled, letting me go.  I obeyed, anxious to have him in me.  He removed his
pants and folded them quickly and neatly, setting them on top of his shirt.  He was about to lower
himself onto the bed when I sat up on the edge of the mattress and took his cock into my mouth.  I
always enjoyed the power in this simple act, and felt the dampness between my own legs as he
shuddered, his hands in my hair.  I took the shaft as deeply as I could once more, and pulled back so
the head was between my teeth.  I teased the head with a rhythmic thumping of my tongue, which I had
learned long ago worked equally well on men as it did with women.  He moaned, and I mentally
chalked up a point to myself. I pulled away and laid back against the pillows.  He lowered himself onto
me, kneeling between my thighs.  He held my gaze as he penetrated me, and my body sang at the
violation.  It felt incredible, beyond incredible.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved,
bracing myself against his arms, adjusting my angle so that the head of his cock bruised my cervix
every time he filled me.  His movements grew faster as I came again and again, lost in the unrelenting
rhythm.  My breath was ragged as I leaned up to bite him.  When he knew what I was trying to do he
dropped onto his elbows, letting my body take his weight as he put an arm behind my head as to hold
me close.
        "Go on," he whispered, offering his throat.  I found the place I wanted almost immediately and bit.
His blood in my mouth brought me close to coming yet again, and I drank deeply of him as his cock
continued to push into me over and over.  But the pleaure was nothing compared to what I fet when his
teeth tore open my own neck.  The draining and being drained, combined with the incessant rhythm
between my legs, was too much.  I was no longer myself, was reduced to some base, consciousless
creature, existing only for this.
        It was over before I knew what happened.  He rolled to lie next to me on his side, his still-hard
cock against my thigh.  We both were silent for a moment, panting, looking at each other.
        I found my voice again some mintues later.  "Is that what sex is normally like for you?"
        He grinned.  "If I'm lucky."  He kissed me lightly, and I tasted my blood on his lips.
        I smiled.  If this was what eternity was like, I couldn't wait to see what the future held.