The
Hunter
Pt.
- 5
by
tomasjac
You've
seen the movies. Read the comics and the books. Know my friends Blade,
Buffy, Vampire Hunter D, the list goes on. You know the history of my
becoming what I am. Now it's time I showed you what I do!
Beware,
it's not like anything you've seen...
Alicia
awakened to find Madeline between her legs. She was licking
D’Artagnan's sperm from the dark-haired vampire's body with
her tongue. Alicia rose up on her elbow and watched the redhead take
long licks, pushing her long tongue along her skin.
D’Artagnan
was awakened by Alicia's moans. He looked down to see Madeline licking
Alicia's pussy, a smattering of her juice on the redhead's face. He
became instantly aroused.
Madeline
spied D’Artagnan out of the corner of her eye. She pulled her
mouth away from Alicia's pussy and looked up at him. "You taste soooo
good," she told him, and then gave Alicia a few more lick. She then
wormed her way over Alicia's taut and creamy legs to intertwine her
around D’Artagnan's muscled thighs. She slid her mouth
smoothly
over his hard penis.
Alicia
knew that watching Madeline eat her had gotten him highly excited. She
placed her hand gently on Madeline's shoulder. "Don't make him come,"
she told the younger vampire. Madeline nodded her head with
D’Artagnan's cock still in her mouth.
Alicia
got off the bed, and she repositioned herself so that she was lying
against the back of Madeline's legs. She spread the cheeks of
Madeline's ass wide, and drove her tongue into the space. She licked
around Madeline's ass, then down, across the pounting lips of her
dripping pussy. Finally, she settled on Madeline's clit.
Oh,
God, D’Artagnan thought. He couldn't take this. He began to
fuck
Madeline's mouth. He pushed hard into her throat. Madeline removed her
mouth, and used the tip of her index finger and her thumb against the
base of D’Artagnan's prick. He grunted in agony as his cock
jerked dryly.
Madeline
smiled and winked at him, then gripped his thighs tightly as Alicia's
tongue brought her to orgasm.
After
resting a few minutes, Madeline got up, kissed them both and said
goodbye.
"Where
is she going?" D’Artagnan asked.
"To
feed," Alicia told him, grasping his still hard cock in her hand. "She
is young. She still needs to feed every other night."
D’Artagnan
nodded, watching Alicia's hand slide up and down on his cock. "I loved
the way you made love to me, D’Artagnan. But," she said,
looking
into his eyes, "will you fuck me now? Will you cum inside me?"
D’Artagnan
gave a wicked smile. He removed her hand from his cock and rolled her
onto her stomach. He placed a hand under her tummy and lifted her up,
guiding her hips so that she came to rest on her knees. He maneuvered
her ass so that she was right where he wanted her. He then rammed his
dick into her to the balls. Alicia screamed. D’Artagnan began
to
slam it into her.
"Like
this?" he said. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
"Oh
yes, D’Artagnan!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that!"
Dragon
was pulling her ass into him each time he slammed into her pussy. Her
face was contorted, somewhere in between pleasure and pain.
D’Artagnan had begun to perspire, the sweat pouring off him.
Dragon
flipped her over. He wrapped her legs around his thick arms and
re-entered her tightness.
"Oh,
God, yes, D’Artagnan! Fuck my pussy!" she yelled.
Dragon
stopped.
"Who's
pussy?" he asked.
Alicia
smiled while she tried to push herself against his cock. "Your pussy,
D’Artagnan!" she told him. D’Artagnan slammed into
her
again. "Oh yes! Yes! Your pussy needs you to fuck it! It needs to be
filled up with your come!"
That
was it. Dragon slammed into her again, his cock throbbing, the sperm
started to spill into her womb, but he withdrew quickly. His
orgasm/saddened exit triggered hers, and she dug her fingernails into
his shoulders until she drew blood. The metallic iron scent of the
blood hit her as she continued to come, and her fangs distended from
her lip. D’Artagnan realized that she had drawn blood. He
knew
her reaction to it. He didn't care.
Alicia's
orgasm subsided, the gentle ebb of the tide taking her back to rational
thought. She sat up on her elbows and gently began to lick the small
scratches in D’Artagnan's shoulders. He watched her; ever
conscious that her fangs were inches from his jugular vein.
When
she had cleaned all the blood from him, she lay back down and looked up
at him. "Is there any part of you that does not taste good?"
D’Artagnan
gave a little laugh. He kissed her gently.
Javier
watched Madeline from a rooftop. There were four other vampires with
him. Javier was the leader, the master vampire. He had survived for at
least six hundred years. The others were just his lackeys.
They
had been watching Alicia and Madeline for a very long time. Javier had
taken great care to shield their presence from the two women. His
followers had taken their time learning all they could about them. The
news that they gave Javier tonight, however, enraged him
"So,"
he said, smoothing his dark hair back against his head, "the bitch has
allied herself with the “Tri"! Javier's dark eyes gazed down
upon
Madeline as she walked with a young man out of the nightclub. "Kill
that one," he said to the others. "Make an example of her."
Alicia
jerked free of D’Artagnan's embrace. She sat upright in bed.
She was shaking.
"What
is it?" D’Artagnan asked, alarmed.
"It
is Madeline," Alicia said, tears welling in her eyes. "She is dead."
They
found her lying facedown in an alley. D’Artagnan approached
her first, slowly turning her over. He gasped at what he saw. Her
throat
had been torn completely out. All over her neck, extending down onto
her breasts, were many fang marks. Her sweater had been torn open at
the neck, and blood soaked her body.
Alicia
cried softly. D’Artagnan held her close. She looked up at
him,
tears staining her beautiful white cheeks. "Now you see," she said.
D’Artagnan
nodded. "Yes," he said. "Who?" he asked, "and why?"
Alicia
shook her head. "It will be daylight soon," she said, noticing the
pinkness of the sky towards the East. "But I will find out soon enough."
D’Artagnan
looked into her eyes. "We will find out together."
They
had gone back to the old house, where Alicia went inside to sleep for
the day. D’Artagnan drove his car home. Once there, he logged
onto the secure server and began to sort through the database. After
three hours of pouring over the names and known locations of vampires,
D’Artagnan fell asleep, exhausted.
It
was night when he awoke. He felt chilly. He slid out of bed and rushed
into the shower. The hot water felt good on his skin, but as soon as he
was out, he felt cold again. He concentrated, centering himself. When
he had cleared his mind, he heard her voice.
It
was Alicia. It was as if she was calling to him from the end of a long
and dark tunnel. She was hurt. She was in danger. An image flashed in
his mind. Rail cars. An old rail yard. He knew the place.
He
dressed quickly. Retrieved a large framed H&K Mark 23 .45 auto
from his briefcase, fitting
the drop holster to his right thigh. Extra magazines went into pouches
on
his left leg. He took the katana from its stand in the bedroom, bowed
to it quickly, and slung it on his back. The tanto knife went into a
sheath across his chest. The black cloak was the final touch. He looked
like Death Cometh.
It
was about twenty minutes to the old rail yard. D’Artagnan
spent the time going over scenarios, possible outcomes. He did not know
what
he was getting into. The images from Alicia, the voice that cried
'help', were still in his mind.
He
rose from the car. The old rail cars sat like giant metal ghosts,
rusting silently on their tracks. There was a building ahead, a
warehouse or engine shop, he guessed. The moon shone brightly, its
light reflected here and there off the metal rails of the abandoned
tracks.
Dragonfire
made his way into the building. There were candles burning at one end,
they’re light showing the shadows of people. Of vampires.
He
approached without fear, yet he was slow and cautious. There were boxes
and crates stacked around him, and machinery that had long since been
used. Before him, on a metal table, was Alicia. She was nude. Her skin
was ashen, graying. Dragon could see the two tiny puncture wounds in
her neck. They had bled her almost dry. She barely breathed at all.
One
of the shadows moved. Dragonfire turned to see Javier. He was as tall
as Dragon was, although much thinner. The vampire smiled wickedly when
he spoke...
"Dragonfire,
I presume," the fiend said. Dragon detected an accent, though he was
not sure from where.
"And
you are?" Dragonfire asked.
"You
may call me Javier," it replied to him. "Your bitch is almost dead,
now, Dragonfire. I wanted you to see her before you died." Javier
stepped around the table, gesturing to Alicia's still form as if she
was a trophy on display. "You see, we cannot allow you to kill our
kind. And, we cannot allow our kind to befriend you."
Dragonfire
was aware of the others. He felt four more of them. One off to his
right, one behind him, one overhead, and one moving in front of him.
"I
will leave you to your death, Dragonfire," Javier said, walking behind
the table and sitting in an old metal chair. And with that, they
attacked.
Dragonfire’s,
ki stretched beyond him, felt the one behind him close in. Within an
instant, his katana was unsheathed, the deadly blade arcing as he
turned. Dragon's cloak furled about him as he cut. The vampire's head
fell to the ground with a sickening 'plop'.
"You
fool," the one in front of him said, "don't you understand anything.
You humans are like sheep to us. You are our food!"
Dragonfire
held the katana in his left hand. With his right, he unsnapped the
retention strap of the thigh holster. There was a flurry of movement as
the cloak was thrown aside. The big .45 was in his right hand, and
before the male vampire to his right could react, it bucked twice, then
a third time. The vampire's head disintegrated into a pulpy mass of
flesh.
"Baaa,"
D’Artagnan said dryly. He then launched a sidekick to the one
in front of him, sending the sheep lover sprawling on the floor. The
female vampire overhead was coming towards him now. The H&K
thumped again, the bullet catching her in the chest. She reeled
backwards from
the hit, recovered, and began to come again. D’Artagnan fired
two more shots, watching out of the corner of his eye as her head came
apart.
The
one he had kicked was on him now. The fiend had grabbed
D’Artagnan's sword by the hilt. He was pulling against
D’Artagnan, trying to force the blade from Dragon's grasp.
D’Artagnan jammed his sidearm into the creature's side and
fired twice. The vampire spun away from him, becoming airborne before
he
collapsed onto the concrete floor. Dragonfire stepped up to him, and
with a quick downward cut, severed its head. Dragon turned towards
Javier.
"You
are indeed strong, hunter, but you will not destroy me!" Javier
launched himself at Dragon. D’Artagnan turned, slicing with
his blade. But, he only cut air. Javier was standing a few feet away
from
him. Dragon fired the last four rounds from the .45. Javier fell back
with the impacts. He then stood up. His vampiric powers had healed him
that quickly.
The
vampire moved with supernatural speed. Dragonfire anticipated the
movement, but it was too late. Javier hit Dragonfire in the chest,
sending him onto his back and sliding across the floor. When Dragon
stopped, he looked up to see the vampire suspended over him. He
realized that Javier was coming down on top of him. He rolled and heard
Javier's feet slap against the floor.
Even
with the wind knocked out of him, Dragonfire managed to get to his
feet. He moved with speed, slicing against the vampire's chest. Javier
stepped to dodge, but Dragon cut him, slicing open the monster's
brachial artery in his upper arm. Blood spewed forth, but then slowed
to ebb, then stopped.
Dragonfire
did not stop, however. He attacked again, the katana arcing low,
cutting Javier across the groin. The vampire yelled as he felt his
femoral artery open, his blood jetting onto the dirty floor.
D’Artagnan
had stepped back into the willow stance, his blade concealed along his
right leg. Javier looked at him with rage in his eyes. Dragonfire only
smiled. Although the wounds Dragonfire had inflicted had healed, Javier
had still lost a good quantity of precious blood. That made him weaker.
Javier
stepped towards Dragonfire, and Dragonfire swung the katana around. The
vampire ducked the blade, coming underneath and striking Dragonfire
with both hands in the stomach. Dragon doubled over, and Javier knocked
the katana from his hands.
Dragonfire
looked up to see the vampire standing over him with his fangs shining
brightly in the moonlight. Dragonfire sucked in his breath, pushing his
ki to his center. When the ghoul reached for him, Dragonfire stepped to
the side, grabbing the monster's outstretched hand and pulling him into
a throw. Dragonfire let go of him and watched Javier slam into a large
milling machine. D’Artagnan somersaulted; touching the floor
long enough to pick up the katana.
Javier
stood. He absently brushed some metal shavings off his shoulder. His
vampire eyes searched the darkness for Dragon. He did not see him. He
stretched out with his vampire senses. He could not feel him. He could
not smell him. Had the great hunter become a coward?
His
answer came in a great pain to his left leg. D’Artagnan had
kicked him. The tibia bone broke. Javier went down on his knees.
"Impossible!"
the vampire hissed.
"Its
not impossible," D’Artagnan said quietly. "Its what I do."
The
katana's razor blade flashed in the moonlight. Javier's head fell onto
the floor. Dragonfire looked at it for an instant then kicked it like
an NFL Place Kicker across the building. He heard it hit the other wall
with a thud.
Putting
the katana back into its sheath, he walked over to where Alicia lay. He
knew that she was dangerously close to death. He decided in an instant.
He removed his cloak. Then he removed the chain mail that guarded his
neck against the vampire's bite. He took the tanto knife from its
sheath, and made a small scrape over his jugular. He felt the blood
well up into the cut.
Dragon
leaned down over Alicia. He cradled her still head in his arms and
brought her close to him. He pressed her lips against the cut on his
neck. The minutes passed. Then he felt her tongue lick him, lightly at
first, then more severely. Suddenly, he felt her fangs plunge into him.
He winced in pain as she bit into him. Dragon could feel his blood
being sucked into her eager mouth.
Alicia
drank heavily. She soon became coherent, and she suddenly recognized
the taste of the blood filling her mouth. Her eyes opened. She saw
Dragon's unmistakable strong jaw line.
Dragonfire
was getting dizzy. He tried to pull Alicia away, but she was stronger
now, attached to his neck like some kind of leech. He managed to speak,
"Alicia," he rasped.
She
snapped from his neck. She covered the wound with her hand, willing the
flow to subside. Soon, the bleeding had stopped. She wiped the blood
from her mouth and looked at him.
"You
gave me life," she said. He nodded weakly. "Now I must return the
blessing to you." She reached for his tanto. Taking the knife in her
hand, she placed the blade against her wrist.
"No,"
D’Artagnan said. "I can't." He stood.
Alicia
nodded her head. "I understand," she said. She stood before him. "I
would want us to be together forever."
D’Artagnan
touched her face. He smiled. "I would want that, too," he told her.
"But it can never be." Dragon reached under the neck of his armored
suit with both hands and pulled out a small, gold chain. There was a
pendant on the chain. It was a crucifix. Dragon took the chain off and
placed it into Alicia's palm.
She
smiled down at it. Both knew that only a person of good heart and true
faith could hold it, vampire or not.
Dragon
took the .45 out of his holster. He ejected the spent magazine and
replaced it with a fresh one. He smiled at Alicia as he replaced it. He
gathered his chain mail collar, the tanto, and his cloak. He then
stepped to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply.
Letting
go of her, Dragon turned to walk away. She stopped him with her voice.
"D’Artagnan,"
she said. "I love you."
Dragon
half turned. "I love you, too," he said. And then he disappeared into
the shadows.
The End...For Now!…
