several chat links. He put out an APB on the missing Bateman and marked it urgent. He got several replies telling him what he already knew, that the mentors were having their yearly meeting. He got several responses ribbing him about him needing his mommy. He got several more slams to his manhood in general. Usually he amused himself by sending several cutting replies back, but not this time.
This time he responded in kind with threats of bodily harm, telling the other hunters that this was not a game. He explained the situation and then got no replies for a long while. He waited. Finally Rajah Manikin from the Iraqi providence responded.
Tiger Hunter: Your mentor in training, that Stone woman, has been here for a few months following some human. She has checked in with me a few times, but not your other mentor.
Norse Hunter: Thanks. Tell her that I need her or Bateman here in the North Eastern territory on the North American continent. I will owe you.
He left the computer on. Rajah was two hundred years old and a lot more mature than some of the others. He would take the matter seriously, especially when there was an innocent in pain.
He stood up and went to the refrigerator in the little kitchen in the corner. He took out a bag of blood he stored here in case of emergency. It was stale and disgusting compared to the real thing, but up here in these woods it could be a long time before he saw a human. That plus people might start to put things together if he fed on the local population. He was one of the few hunters that actually set up a residence for that reason.
After a thousand years, living rootless and on the road had very little appeal for him. He liked to enjoy the comforts of a home now and again. He went to the record player that sat on a shelf built into the wall and set Chopin to playing. He then went to the couch and sat in front of his lap top. He punctured the bag with his fangs before retracting them and sucking at the fluid.
He made an ugly face before he hurried to finish it off. Setting the bag aside he exhaled and sat back, sinking into the couch. If the woman moved again he would hear it, but it had taken a lot of energy to collect his face… twice, and fix his broken shoulder blade. She was bound to be much rougher once the fever set in so he might as well rest while he could.
* * *
Miranda rolled over and took a moment to focus. It was daylight outside. It was hard to tell from the little bit of light streaming through the window. She took a deep breath as she threw the covers back. It was warm in the room and… Something, some scent, filled her nose and hammered her in the chest. It had woken her from a deep sleep.
She pulled at the robe’s belt and allowed it to fall open. Her skin was on fire. She needed something. She wanted something. Pulling her arms free she began to writhe in the center of the huge mattress. Some part of her brain acknowledged that she should be concerned about her arm or the fact that she could move her legs, but she wasn’t concerned at all. She needed something. She needed it so badly.
She touched her breast and ran a hand over her midsection down between her legs. What was happening to her? She had felt desire before, but never like this. The door slammed open and she looked that way. He filled the door frame once again but she had no fear this time. It was a wicked realization. He was the something she needed.
*
Braden woke suddenly from a deep sleep. The female was awake. Her heart rhythm was different. Something was happening. Without meaning to at all he rose from the couch. It was as if he was in some sort of a trance. He acknowledged the fact that he was leaving his weapon on the floor next to the couch where he had fallen asleep, but he couldn’t make himself go back for it. He was sleep-walking.
“Stop this,” he said to himself, but his body
This time he responded in kind with threats of bodily harm, telling the other hunters that this was not a game. He explained the situation and then got no replies for a long while. He waited. Finally Rajah Manikin from the Iraqi providence responded.
Tiger Hunter: Your mentor in training, that Stone woman, has been here for a few months following some human. She has checked in with me a few times, but not your other mentor.
Norse Hunter: Thanks. Tell her that I need her or Bateman here in the North Eastern territory on the North American continent. I will owe you.
He left the computer on. Rajah was two hundred years old and a lot more mature than some of the others. He would take the matter seriously, especially when there was an innocent in pain.
He stood up and went to the refrigerator in the little kitchen in the corner. He took out a bag of blood he stored here in case of emergency. It was stale and disgusting compared to the real thing, but up here in these woods it could be a long time before he saw a human. That plus people might start to put things together if he fed on the local population. He was one of the few hunters that actually set up a residence for that reason.
After a thousand years, living rootless and on the road had very little appeal for him. He liked to enjoy the comforts of a home now and again. He went to the record player that sat on a shelf built into the wall and set Chopin to playing. He then went to the couch and sat in front of his lap top. He punctured the bag with his fangs before retracting them and sucking at the fluid.
He made an ugly face before he hurried to finish it off. Setting the bag aside he exhaled and sat back, sinking into the couch. If the woman moved again he would hear it, but it had taken a lot of energy to collect his face… twice, and fix his broken shoulder blade. She was bound to be much rougher once the fever set in so he might as well rest while he could.
* * *
Miranda rolled over and took a moment to focus. It was daylight outside. It was hard to tell from the little bit of light streaming through the window. She took a deep breath as she threw the covers back. It was warm in the room and… Something, some scent, filled her nose and hammered her in the chest. It had woken her from a deep sleep.
She pulled at the robe’s belt and allowed it to fall open. Her skin was on fire. She needed something. She wanted something. Pulling her arms free she began to writhe in the center of the huge mattress. Some part of her brain acknowledged that she should be concerned about her arm or the fact that she could move her legs, but she wasn’t concerned at all. She needed something. She needed it so badly.
She touched her breast and ran a hand over her midsection down between her legs. What was happening to her? She had felt desire before, but never like this. The door slammed open and she looked that way. He filled the door frame once again but she had no fear this time. It was a wicked realization. He was the something she needed.
*
Braden woke suddenly from a deep sleep. The female was awake. Her heart rhythm was different. Something was happening. Without meaning to at all he rose from the couch. It was as if he was in some sort of a trance. He acknowledged the fact that he was leaving his weapon on the floor next to the couch where he had fallen asleep, but he couldn’t make himself go back for it. He was sleep-walking.
“Stop this,” he said to himself, but his body
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