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SNOW: Hunt For A Killer Part 1
We are creatures of the night my love and I. We welcome the darkness and it is a comfort blanket to us for supernatural beings like us prefer the evenings, the silence, the stars and the moon. I love the moon. Though it heralds and brings about my changes, it is always a welcome relief to finally change into my animal form - a great pure white wolf. I was bitten almost a century ago, and as a man and beast I never age. And since my Love sought out one of the Children Of The Night, they too are now immortal. They did it for me, I know they did, although they say it was for themself. They are a Vampire, born of not just any of their kind, but of their most savage, almost Royalty in their eyes. But as he left my Love for dead, only half changed and needing blood now we hunt him. For I gave my Love my own blood, that of a werewolf. It had never been done before, our breeds were common enemies but there was too much between us.
We had been human lovers, then I changed, and finally so did they. Now he does not need humans to feed, they will not sustain him long their blood is weak to his tongue. Now they need my blood, a vital mix of human and wolf, a werewolf's blood. My love feeds from me and I love it. The wolf in me allows such things, but it's when I've changed back to human form they take my life force. Just before the day dawn's and we both like to sleep curled up naked together on our bed behind dark curtains. A Vampire and Mate.
You might think my skin would be pale, but you would be incorrect, for although my wolf pelt is soft and luxuriously white, my own skin is olive brown. It harkens back to my ancestors who used to be traders from the old Inca colonies, or so our family tales tell me. It's late, I can feel my body starting to pulsate as it does when darkness draws near. I've often asked my Love what it feels like for them, but they are non committal as if it it something they never contemplate. But I see the warm relief flushing their skin, the tiny release of tension in their muscles. As humans we spend most of it sleeping, the rest is spent making love, bathing and conversing. It sounds funny perhaps, but there's isn't much time before I am wolf again so we must use our time to maximum...
We had been human lovers, then I changed, and finally so did they. Now he does not need humans to feed, they will not sustain him long their blood is weak to his tongue. Now they need my blood, a vital mix of human and wolf, a werewolf's blood. My love feeds from me and I love it. The wolf in me allows such things, but it's when I've changed back to human form they take my life force. Just before the day dawn's and we both like to sleep curled up naked together on our bed behind dark curtains. A Vampire and Mate.
You might think my skin would be pale, but you would be incorrect, for although my wolf pelt is soft and luxuriously white, my own skin is olive brown. It harkens back to my ancestors who used to be traders from the old Inca colonies, or so our family tales tell me. It's late, I can feel my body starting to pulsate as it does when darkness draws near. I've often asked my Love what it feels like for them, but they are non committal as if it it something they never contemplate. But I see the warm relief flushing their skin, the tiny release of tension in their muscles. As humans we spend most of it sleeping, the rest is spent making love, bathing and conversing. It sounds funny perhaps, but there's isn't much time before I am wolf again so we must use our time to maximum...
