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Her face was crimson, her eyes nervous as she saw the twins next to her grinning, and some of the other family members cringing. Only now did she notice her Mistress’s hand had vanished from her butt hole, not that she would, but that left her with no excuses to why she was… aroused. She whimpered softly, and shyly tried hiding behind her Mistress’s body, her own starting to feel warm as the blood flowed through out it, “M-Mistress…†She whispers, so softly, it’s like a mouse squeaking.

“Asuki, you shouldn’t play with your pet during dinner.†The familiar voice of her mother rang to their ears from down at the other end, upon looking, Julie saw the smirk that looked so much like Asuki’s, it was almost disturbing. Julie whimpered once more, trying to hide herself. She gave a gasp, feeling a gentle, cool, hand on her rump, she looked back, seeing one of the twins gently rubbing her bottom, “Yes, Mother…†Asuki said, giggling, “Moski, Doski, take my naughty pet up to my room please.†Asuki said, smiling to them, before winking. They both grinned and in an instant had the poor, helpless, horny mortal in their arms, happily walking her up stairs. Julie could faintly hear conversation beginning again as she got to the top of the stairs, “You really are-“â€Truly are-“â€Very beautiful, little Julie.†They said, giggling softly, before reaching a room, other than her mistress’s, and opening the door, pushing her in. She squealed softly, only to fall onto a very, very, soft pillow. She blushed and looked back, quickly curling up and trying to hide herself. Again, the twins giggle, looking down at her like she’s a new toy to play with. Their pale skin starting to glow like when she first met them.

“Don’t worry sweety, we aren’t-“

“Going to hurt you…†They said before appearing next to her and stroking her back with their deathly cold hands. The one on the right, Doski, she presumed, was leaning in, kissing Julie’s shoulder, and slowly moving up her collarbone. Moski, had gently forced Julie’s leg down, and was kissing her thigh, slowly moving toward her nethers. All these sensations, all these touches. All the mortal could do was blush, and shudder.

“You taste… so good.†Doski said, reaching her goal of Julie’s throat, panting softly onto the pale creamy flesh, her tongue rolling out to gently lick it.

“Indeed she does, sister.†Moski added, her mouth kissing the inside of Julie’s thigh, purring softly. They were rewarded with a soft whimper from the mortal girl, “P-p-please… d-don’t bite…†She begged softly, looking at Doski from the corner of her eye, she caught the gleam of her smirk. “But… we only want a taste, little one, please, don’t deny us such a delicacy.†Moski said, pouting almost as she licked the flesh right beside the puffy lips that were the entrance to Julie’s hot tunnel. Julie whimpered, but said nothing else. She began panting, her nipples hard from more than just the cold now, her eyes drunkenly looking about the room, noting all the rather odd unicorns and stuffed animals, porcelain dolls stacked holding hands. Her thoughts were interrupted by her own squeal of delight, a vicious tongue playing over her folds, “Ahhhh!†She lets out, her back arching upward, a giggle next to her ear, “Ready, little Julie?†Doski asked, before sinking her fangs into the girl’s throat, though, just like her mistress’s, it was heavenly. Her body fell limp, and she felt as if she were being bitten elsewhere as well, her dreamy moans escaping her body, shuddering at the naughty thoughts that passed through her open mind.

She gasped, feeling her body released from the draining spell, feeling a bit light headed. She moaned despite her condition, looking around, “Wh-why…. Did’ya stop…†She says, struggling to form words. The whisper to her ear, that whisper, sent shudders up her spine, “We-“ “Wanted to show you-“ “Our new toys…†They purred on either side of her head. In the next blink of an eye, she was on her hands and knees, a blush rising to her face, “W-wait, what…†She gasped, noticing now that one of them was under her, and a small, but delightful, tickling sensation was again her folds. She looked down, and saw a very long, slender, blood red strap-on pressing to her folds. Behind that, she saw another set of legs, her head quickly whipping up and around, seeing a similar fake phallic toy on the other twin.

Julie gulped, panting a tad as she looked on, her body shaking, “P-p-please… be gentle.†She whimpered, knowing they were going to do what they wanted whether she wanted them to or not. A gasp surprised her as she felt the phallic toy being pushed into her tight love tunnel, panting hard, so cold, yet, so alive. That’s how it felt. Her eyes shut and her body shivered in intense anticipation, as well as the cold, liquidy, substance that was being poured onto her pucker. This was soon followed by a very bold and quick thrust into said pucker. Her eyes bulged, she swore she could feel the toys rubbing each other. In and out, thrusting, feeling the twin lean over her, and breathe into Julie’s throat from behind, and the other breathe on her bare nipple. She whimpered, she knew it was coming, as well as herself. She gasped despite the fact though, her head going into that realm of ecstasy, blood leaking down her collarbone, and dripping onto the twin below her, her breast feeling a small pinch, before a squeal of pleasure erupted from her throat. Her ring and walls tightening, holding the phallic toys with all their might as she came, her feminine juices spraying everywhere as she shook, spasming wildly, “O-ohhhh god!†She managed to speak through the sexual haze that blinded her. Her body went limp, and her eyes shut, falling forward onto Doski. The two twins grinned, picking her up and carrying her to their majestic bed.
 
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“She’s so adorable, Asuki makes me so jealous!†Doski pouted, “I know sister, but honestly, do you think she could live up to our sex life… er, lifestyle?†Moski said, ending with a giggle. Doski pouted still, “I suppose not, but it’d be nice, she takes it so well, and she’s so shy to start with, it makes her so adorable and easy, and her body just begs for sex!†Doski said, a shiver running through her, as her tongue rolled over her fangs, they then set the mortal down on their pink and vanilla bed. Moski gave a soft giggle, “We should head back down-“ “Yes, we should, the family awaits!†They both giggled, and vanished from the room…

Asuki’s eyes glanced to the doorway, seeing the twins enter and close the doors behind them. Asuki nodded, and her tone and face grew serious, “So, uncle, you came here for a main reason other than to see me, what is it?â€

Malik gave a soft sigh, “I’m sure you remember with great accuracy the events that involved a boy named Raphael, and the hunters?†He said aloud for everyone to hear, though it didn’t really matter, no one else was speaking. Asuki nodded, a pinch at her heart caused her to swallow down the threatening painful cries. Malik reached into his coat, and pulled out a file, the classic “Classified†envelope, only it was blank. Asuki reached for and opened the file pulling out some photos, all in color. “These were taken at the church last week, by yours truly.†He chuckled softly at his own small joke. On the pictures, sat a red-headed young man, and one had a perfect shot of him dead on, Asuki’s heart skipped several beats, her vision blurring, feeling light headed. “H-how?†She said, trying to focus. Malik sighed, “We don’t know… but these…†He reaches in, pulling out some smaller photos, “Were taken by my apprentice a few hours later…†The sight within the picture took Asuki’s breath away, her eyes wide, her lips snarling, her fangs lengthening as anger rose. She lunged forward, snatching the picture, and staring at it with fury in her blood-red glowing eyes. “Any idea WHERE they are?†She said in a barley-controlled tone, the red in her glow starting to darken, soon turning pitch.

“Asuki!†Her mother cried from the end of the table, next to an empty seat, “Calm yourself down or we WILL be forced to restrain you.†She said in a harsh tone. Asuki glared down the table, before sighing, panting out her anger and throwing the picture to the table. Across the room, behind the double doors, leaning her ear on the wooden panels, Julie stood, listening to the conversation. She had been coming back down to see her Mistress when she heard the group talking hushed. She squeaks softly, hiding behind the doors as they swung open, vampires filing out.

Asuki sat like a statue at the table, her only subtle movement would be her breathing which was only there for a human effect that was habit for her. Julie gulped and took a bare-footed-step into the room. As soon as she did the room shook slightly, or at least appeared to, and the dining hall darkened, the shadows grew larger and thicker, the walls seemed to close in as well. Julie whimpered softly, scampering over to Asuki; each step causing the room to grow darker, the doors slamming shut at one point, the candles and torches becoming nothing the closer the mortal got. She goes to reach for her Mistress and finds nothing, just as she can see nothing. The air now felt like it was moving, caressing Julie’s body, though ominously so. The mortal whimpered and huddled back to what she thought was where the table was only to fall back onto the ground, crying out in shock as she did so. Julie could feel the presence of the table, the chairs, her Mistress… but none of it was as close as she thought it was. That made no sense though, there was only about ten feet between the door and the table and she had clearly run those ten feet already. Suddenly her body lifted off the ground, causing a squeal, and she was slammed to a wall with something binding her throat, clenching it tightly. She reached up and could grab nothing, only a mist like substance could be felt as she gagged and whimpered, kicking her legs in a useless fashion. A voice now broke the darkness and the silence, “I hereby release you of servitude, Julie.†The voice spoke, gravely and heavy, otherworldly it seemed. Julie knew who it was though, tears began to swell from their ducts and she reached forward, trying to grope for her Mistress’s body, not wanting to let her go. The mortal was dropped and the doors into the hall burst open, light flooding into the hall as the other side of the doors became pitch black. Julie cried out, hurriedly getting to her feet, crocking out “No! Please, no!†She tried to scream, running toward the darkness the inched away at every paced step she took to catch it. She eventually came to the doors that bore entrance and exit to this, now dubbed, horrid home. She fell to her knees and leaned again the door frame, eyes dried as she stared into the never ending night, watching shadows tug here and there as Asuki passed them. A malicious chuckle came from behind the mortal girl, “So, she left her rat of a servant go?†the voice spoke as Julie heard footsteps approaching her from behind, “Than I guess that makes you mine…†the dark insidious voice finished. Julie looked back in fear over her shoulder, just as the cold hand of Maxine placed itself there. Terror echoed in and out of Julie’s eyes, her body began to shake like a leaf in the dead of winter.

Chapter 2
A small drop of cavernous water falls effortlessly from the ceiling stalactite, glimmering from a crack in the roof of the cave. Light refracts through the singular prism, glinting against the walls of the cave like a flashlight that has been dropped. The chaotic cataclysm of colors that sort themselves properly within the prism is glorious; one with enough time to study such an event would find themselves running short by a few hundred years, in regards to understanding the event as a happening and not just a fact. The epicenter of this prismatic light is white, yet a rainbow at the same time. The darkness does only lie upon the edge of this prism, daring not to converge on the droplet as it soars through the forces of gravity and bacterial particles that swarm the air like an infection to a wound. Taking a three-hundred and sixty degree revolution around the droplet would reveal the same thing, time and time again. As the drop passes through the light that gazed upon it, the sliver of water ceases to exist to most life. The darkness consumes this particle of liquid, gorging on its invaluable quality to bring life from the dust. The existence of this drop only comes back to the creatures of the cave when it collides with the opposing stalagmite, resonating off the cavern’s walls and shooting its powerful climax-event into the opening of the cave, a mile away.

This drop did not fall from a stalactite. It was not a maturing stalagmite that it collided with. It was not a form of life bearing water that would grow an entire world on its own. It was a tear, splattering to the floor of the Mansion of what Julie had thought was her lover and now ex-Mistress’s home. Fear was wracking her very soul as that cold, heartless, vampiric hand held her shoulder like a vice. Tears flooded her face, as a cold disheartening voice rang in her ears now, “Bow to me… worthless human scum.†It came maliciously, disregarding Julie’s feelings. Julie could feel all the muscles in her face, working in overtime, trying to find an expression to show this great mass of emotions she felt. There was a rush of air behind her, voices commenced to an argument that she could care less about. The pain she felt could not be matched by any mortal wound that one could inflict upon her, no impalement, no ripping out of her organs, no slitting of the throat, no form of torture could compare to this despair and loss of hope that raged on within her stomach. She keeled over and let her body fall, not caring, her face finally giving up on finding an expression that could define this feeling. She hit the few steps there were to the front door, cheek first, then shoulder, rolling forth she hit her knee and wrist. She came to a stop and felt nothing, no pain, no sadness, no hurt, no tears upon her face. All she felt was nothing, she didn’t want to exist anymore, and death was a saving grace to her now.

The moon shone down on her like a white knight, keeping her illuminated in this darkness as if it would protect her from this feeling. It did not. She pressed her hands to the cold and damp earth, sitting up with legs curled under her. She had a small gash under her eye, it was bleeding badly. Her shoulder was scraped as was her knee. She tilted her head back, staring into the moon, an emotion rising quickly to her throat and wanting to escape through her mouth. She lowered her head and snapped it back again, letting loose a sound that only a Banshee could expel. The scene was silent at first; at least Julie thought it was. Her eyes snapped open and the world seemed to explode with light, she didn’t care where it was coming from, she just knew it was there. The trees cracked and tumbled over, she couldn’t hear them, the bushes rattled and tore from the ground, she couldn’t hear them, the windows shattered upon the house, and she couldn’t hear them. Tears rose off her cheeks and straight from her tear ducts as they came forth, evaporating into the air. Her hair rose as well, as if an engine were directly under her and blowing her hair all over the place. The ground about two feet from her began to erode and shatter, turning to dust and flying off into the distance, creating a mote around her, as if it would protect her.

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Another sound made itself heard soon enough. I was like thunder. An open hand was hitting against Julie’s face, deafening the scene she was putting on, sending her face a few inches into the ground. Above her Maxine stood, torn up a bit from the fight with someone else that had gone on behind Julie. She was growling, and reached for the young mortal, trying to grab her hair. Julie’s eyes snapped open wide, screaming in not fear, but rage. She lunged up, balling her fingers into a fist, slamming into the vampire’s face, the sounds of bone crunching and contorting could be heard from the doorway even to a human’s ears. The face of the vampire Maxine crunched in, not threatening her brain, but defiantly deforming her for a time. That wasn’t all; the vampire shot up into the air a good twenty feet and landed with a loud bang ten feet away. Julie shakily stood up, her right eye blood red from the collision with the ground. The part she didn’t know that had happened was the hair color change. She looked to the doorway, seeing a very worn out and beaten down Moski and Doski, jaws opened wide with shock and awe. The moment Julie had hit Maxine’s face the twins had witnessed the roots of Julie’s hair turning platinum white, then, run through out every beautiful strand of hair she had. Julie hunched over a bit, panting, seeing red in one eye and normal in the other. Her eyes widened slightly, looking at her new hair color. She lifted it up in her hand, studying it almost as if she didn’t believe it was real. Her legs began to shake, the vibration rising up to her bare breasts, making the jiggle a bit before she fell to her knees, body starting to go limp mid way down. Her head snapped back as her eyes shut and she fell to the ground, limp, unconscious.

Love is a Battlefield

Too easy, way too easy, something wasn’t right. The building was empty, safe the smell of guns, grease, some hanging meat, male sweat and some other misbegotten smells she could care less to know the origins of. She knew they were waiting for her, she was pretty sure they knew she was right outside the door. Why did she have this feeling there was something she didn’t know? She could kill them all, right here, right now, without even entering the room. She could see them from each and every shadow that was in the room, guns in their laps, all big husky men, staring at the double sliding doors to the warehouse, only a single dim light in the center giving them sight of each other. There were several others in adjacent warehouses watching her, waiting for the right moment. All together a good seventy men with guns, all silver tipped bullets to paralyze her. They weren’t there to kill her. She figured that much out, they wanted to capture and torture, possibly study, her. She had been standing there, in front of the dual sliding doors, for twenty minutes now; these guys were in no hurry. She turned around, and began walking away and they made no move to stop her. She knew they could see her, she wasn’t concealing herself. What was going on?

A sharp intake of air came suddenly, Asuki’s eyes widening. Before her stood a male, long red hair tied into a ponytail. His eyes were green, his skin was pale looking and he bore a grin across his face that spoke more than mere words could ever aspire to. “R-Raphael?†She asked, her eyes wide. A low laugh came from the man, “Do you have any idea how badly it hurt to have my beautiful mane cut off to pose as your sweetheart?†The man asked, chuckling and shaking his head. Asuki’s eyes narrowed, “You… knew…†She said slowly, growling. The man spoke, continuing his sentence as if she hadn’t spoken, “This much.†He replied as he became a blur, a sharp pain entering Asuki’s gut and shooting through her back, blood spilling from her mouth as she was lurched into the air. She looked down, seeing the arm of the man up to the forearm where it melded into something else, metal, no, silver! She coughed, knowing exactly what he was and what was happening. He pulled back and spun off the momentum, slamming his heel into her face, sending her flying twenty feet away catching the ground and skipping along it for five feet. Asuki groaned, pushing off the ground, her shadow made clothing falling to bits before her. “Oh my… a nudist are we?†Came the man’s voice as he appeared next to her. The breath left the vampress’ lungs as she was chunked into the air by his foot. She soon felt her own ankle being snatched and her momentum changing as he swung her straight down into the ground, destroying the concrete and making a five foot crater. The man landed and laughed almost victoriously, grinning down at her, “I was told you were going to be a challenge, Asuki.†He spoke as the vampress rose weakly to her feet, growling and trying to focus, “But you’re just like every other vampire I’ve executed.†He gave another howl of laughter, mocking her. Asuki took this chance, lunging up and balling a fist, aiming for his face. He quickly snapped his head back to dodge the hit, smirking, “No dice.†He spoke as he launched into the air and quickly came back down, impaling the back of Asuki’s fist and slamming his bladed arm into the ground. Asuki screamed in pain, her body giving spasms as her hand was impaled. The man grins and pulls back, a flesh clad arm separating from the large blade, leaving the vampire pinned to the ground, growling and baring her fangs, glaring at the man. He smirks now, eyes wide and sadistic in appearance, “Here I thought you’d be a challenge.†He laughed maniacally, running a hand through his hair as he let his ego run rampant for the time being.

Wish for an Angel

Steady breathing echoes in the alleyway as a heavily clothed figure breathes warm air into his padded hands, shivering despite the four layers of clothing her bore upon his frame. The wind bit the corners of the builds on either side of the man, forcing his sky blue eyes shut, purple-dyed black hair hung over his face to the bridge of his longish nose. His face was clean and his cheeks were hollow, skin iridescent with body glitter. Under the layers of warmth he wore a fish net tank top, skin tight leather pants and a spiked collar. His eyes were dark rimmed with eyeliner; his lips tinted a black and red color with lipstick, nails coated dark red. His body seemed thin, but the flesh was etched perfectly, abdominal muscles, biceps, triceps, thighs, claves, all were toned to a natural extent. His body was hairless, save his scalp, eyebrows, and eye lashes, but still a masculine vibe radiated off him just like the sex he knew he was getting emitted from his heart. His name: Zack.
Zack smiled softly, a faint red tint coming to his cheeks as he thought about his date for the night. He was a more effeminate than Zack, he actually dressed like a girl sometimes, but still only got on his knees for men. They had been seeing each other for a few weeks, and tonight, Zack thought, was the night he’d get laid. Zack had been waiting for this since they first met and originally had thought it’d be just a seduction and a fucking. In the end, Zack was the one seduced and could only think about having that naughty little bitch in his arms. His loins stirred, pressing to his tight pant’s crotch, he cursed, the layers of clothing making it almost impossible to readjust himself. Zack peaked out from the alley, glancing down the sidewalk, smiling as he saw the familiar blue jacket of his date; his date’s name was Julian, a fairly unisexual name. Julian was about ten feet away when a loud bang rang through the air. They both stopped movement and turn toward the opposing side walk, a scream echoing off the close quarters of the buildings. Zack glanced across the way, a figure lay on the ground, another stood poised with a gun in his hand, a third stood about a foot away from the strewn out body, hands to her face and staring in terror at their assailant.
Zack’s eyes narrowed and he looked to Julian, waving him over as he reached into his pocket, grabbing his cell and handing it to his would-be date, “Call 911.†He ordered, Zack’s voice was light, but still male in tone, his attention soon turned back to the shooter and the woman. Zack reached down, the curb still held snow and he scooped up some of it, forming a ball as he began running at the two across the street, grabbing---
 
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