When Monsters Meet

She had never been helpless before; not in her nearly 100 years of
un-life. She was a vampiress and she was used to being the hunter.
Tonight she was the prey. The world had gone mad in recent years, and
people were beginning to take notice of vampires. No longer were they
considered a fable... and now, after centuries of scaring the life out
of mere mortals... there was something that would bring fear to their
heart and an end to their lives.

Lady Elaine of course didn't know this yet. All she knew was the hunt
and the thrill of the kill. She wasn't choosy, male or female, adult or
child... as she had need and opportunity... would suffice. Often she
toyed with them sexually before, during, and after the attack. She
liked to lure men with the promise of sex... she liked to bring women
to the bring of lesbian delight just prior to the kill... and when she
allowed them to join the undead, she would join in ripe orgies of
delight on the full moon.

Tonight however, she was being stalked. It was a case of the predator
following her prey and being hunted herself... so caught in the hunt
that she failed to notice her shadow... until it was too late. Lady
Elaine found out tragically late in her un-life that not even the most
expert of predators... is exempt from being stalked themselves...

*****

Dressed in a burgundy negligee and black cape, stockings, and high
heels, Lady Elaine found her mark. He was walking along the alley when
she entered and smiled seductively at him. Rick Rollins, blonde haired
and blue eyed... and red blooded American male... stared at the beauty
before him. She smiled and motioned with a finger for him to follow her
and he did so without a thought. Rick was an inch over six feet, and
weighed 210 lbs. of solid muscle. He was certain this woman was nothing
in the way of a threat... until they were deep in the darkened alley
and she reached down to his crotch, unzipped his fly, and dropped to
her knees before him...

By the time she exposed her true self, Rick was too close to ecstasy to
care. The vampire bitch had teased and tormented his engorged cock
until it twitched with every beat of his heart as blood pumped through
it's veins. He was close to orgasm when, unbeknownst to him, her fangs
grew and she sank them into the vein that carried his life's blood to
his pulsating organ.

There was something about her... something perhaps in her saliva or
maybe just the aura of her presence... but Rich never screamed. He
moaned softly as Lady Elaine sucked the life's blood from the fresh
holes... and at the moment of truth... as his blood supply dropped to
the point that he would not survive, the vampiress massaged his balls
to cause him to climax... bringing the most violent orgasm that her
victim had ever know... and the last of his human existence.

*****

The hunter stood in the shadows watching. He knew what he had planned
and he knew that this would be his victims last meal. She might as well
enjoy it. Besides, he knew that satiated on human blood, she would lose
some of her power... her ability to fight him would be halved at
least... because it was hunger that drove the vampire... the need for
food that gave them most of their superhuman powers. Having just fed,
she would be all the easier to conquer.

He quietly raised the small tube to his mouth and blew. A small dart
flew across from the shadow and struck the sexy vampire in her ass. She
yelped and instinctively reached back and pulled it out. The hunter
stepped from the shadows. Lady Elaine opened her mouth to expose her
fangs... hissing a warning... but already realizing that something was
wrong. She wanted to change into a bat and fly away, but she couldn't.
She thought to become a rat and lose herself in the alley, but she
couldn't. She couldn't seem to focus... the alley was beginning to
spin.

"Nothing like a little silver," the hunter chuckled, "is there
bitch?"

"What?" Lady Elaine asked as she shook her head and struggled to stay
on her feet.

"You know... silver," the hunter explained, "Pure silver... like a
bullet... can kill you. Lower grade and a small dose... administered to
your blood... well, let's just say that you're going to pay for your
crimes..."

But the vampiress was not listening. With a sigh her knees buckled and
she fell toward the hunter. He caught her in his arms and tossing her
across his shoulder, placed a call on his cell phone.

"Pick me up," he ordered into the phone.

*****

Moments later, a plain white van eased into the alley. The side door
opened and the hunter deposited his prize inside... sitting her on the
floor, laying her back on the rug, and swinging her legs inside. He
took a silver dagger and walking to Lady Elaine's victim, stabbed him
directly in the heart three times. The destroyed heart, pierced with
the silver weapon, would never pump blood through an undead body... The
hunter then returned to the van, climbed in with his cargo, and shut
the door. The van continued slowly to the other end of the alley, and
turning right... headed on out of town.

*****

Arriving at an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the van
enters through a large doorway and an overhead door lowers to hide
their presence. The van lurches to a stop and the driver exits. He
moves to a large table and removes the cloth that covers it. The driver
drops to his knees and begins to secure lengths of a scarlet rope to
rings that are protruding from the sides of the table.

The hunter has emerged from the van and he pulls the unconscious Lady
Elaine to him... knocking her shoes loose in the process and leaving
them scattered in the van as he carries the helpless vampiress to the
table. He nods to the driver who then returns to the van and drives
away.

The hunter takes the prepared ropes... and binds one to each of the
sleeping creatures wrists... and uses a third to bind her ankles
together, effectively tying her to the table in three spots. He then
begins to massage his victim's breasts... rubbing his hands roughly
across the fabric and tweaking the un-dead bitch's nipples. They
respond to his touch as if warm blood flowed through her veins.

Lady Elaine begins to stir and the hunter opens a canvas bag that sits
on the floor next to him. He produces a wooden stake and a mallet and
holds them menacingly at his captive's breast. She wakes slowly, but as
she opens her eyes she recoils at the sight. True death is inches from
her and she knows fear like she's never known before.

"I wanted you to understand fear before you died," the hunter
smirks.

"Wait..." Lady Elaine says softly, "please."

"Wait for what?" the hunter smiles slightly, "You have no hope. The
ropes are soaked in garlic, and your feast and the silver have you
weaker than ever."

"I... I know," she pouts slightly, "but I can... give you pleasure in
exchange for my life..."

The charm and beauty of the vampiress are not weakened by the gorging
or the drug. She is a desirable creature and the hunter considers the
offer. He knows, of course, that trusting her is out of the question.
But it wouldn't be the first time that he has satiated himself on a
helpless victim. And knowing that she is powerless to be a true
threat... makes him more of a monster at the moment than she...

Laying the tools of his trade aside, the hunter pulls a fourth rope
from the table side and secures Lady Elaine's right ankle to it, and
pulling her legs to the right, ties that tightly to the proper ring. He
then unties the rope that secures the ankles together, and reties it to
just her left ankle. The vampiress tries to kick, but her captor
secures her leg tightly under his arm while he finishes her
spread-eagle tie.

Smiling an evil little smile, he unfastens his pants and lets them drop
to the floor. As he steps out of them, his erection swings free in the
air and Lady Elaine licks her lips seductively.

"I don't think so," the hunter smiled as he pulled a knife from under
the table. He then raised his captive's negligee and used the knife to
slice her matching panties free from her body. As he climbed onto the
table... and as his cock drew nearer to her cold pussy... Lady Elaine's
eyes grew wide with horror. She looked at the engorged cock and then at
the face of her captor.

"No," she protested, "no... you... you're one of us!"

The hunter stopped and smiled, exposing his slowly growing fangs. His
hand reached down and rubbed across the scars where he had been bitten
years before.

"Yes my sweet captive, I am."

Lady Elaine struggled fiercely against her bonds, but she was helpless
and she knew it. Her stale breath came in spurts as she tried
desperately to escape what was coming. Her nipples grew rigid and
pressed against the fabric of her negligee.... she felt an electric
anticipation in her clitoris... and then the hunter was upon her...
thrusting his undead cock into her own undead pussy. He was thrusting
with a fury and a vengeance that was unparalleled to anything the
vampiress had ever experienced. She felt the coming passion of her
orgasm and as she began to writhe and rock wildly beneath him, she felt
the ultimate climax... as his fangs pierced the skin of her neck and
sank deeply into her jugular vein, even as his own lifeless sperm
flooded into her long dead womb...

And then she knew the sweet embrace of oblivion...