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She watched as the man left the stairway, to busy to wait for the elevator. His ear to the cell phone, briefcase swinging as he walks deeper into the underground garage parking lot. She looked around one last time, pitching the cigarette aside as she started after him.

He walked along, telling the person on the phone how the computer system updates was running as scheduled.



She looked around the darken space as he ended the call. She knew he was watching, feeling his eyes. The hunter, watched, as she watches her pry. She laughed and the man turned, stun to find her behind him. She smiled, and kept walking toward him. He glanced at the woman following him, her long blond hair falling past her shoulders, jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing special.



He turned, seeing his BMW ahead. He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, and listen as her footsteps fell on the concrete. He pulled out his keys as he slips the cell onto his pocket. Her laughter chilled the air around him and he turned to look over his shoulder… to find her gone. His heart beat faster as every instant in him told him he was in danger. When he turned back around, she was in front of him, smile on her face. He had to stop or run over her. She smiled, her eyes a blue of the ocean. “Hello there. You might want to run, as one of us will be bleeding in a few seconds.”



He stared, stun as her teeth changed, fangs growing. He turned to his left; going between two cars as he tried to understand what he just saw, when she landed on the hood of the car beside him, crouched down, hissing. He swung the briefcase and she blocked it with her arm. He let the handle go, turning back toward his car. He took only a few steps and stopped. She was small- little over 5 ft. he would estimate. No woman was going to make him afraid. He turned, and she was only a few inches away. He swung, instant telling him to fight, his heart beating hard in his chest, fear taking over as she blocked his swings, moving under his arms. Playing with him, he knew.



He step back to take her knee out as he had been taught, and she hopped, clearing his thrust. She gave her own, going down into a squat, swinging her leg out, knocking him on his ass. Her laughter sounded around him as he sat up, looking to see were she was, but she was no were…but he could feel her every were. The feeling of being trap gave him speed as he stood, stumbling and hitting the car next to him. He turned to get out into the open isle, hoping that someone would drive by, come out of the elevator. The stairway, elevator…were they closer? He was lost, not knowing were he was for a second.



She landed on his back, and he landed on the ground with the air knocked out of his lungs. He could not scream as she yanked his neck to one side, her hand tight in his blond hair. She gave a purr like a kitten, licking at his pulsing vein. He tried to push upward, to dislodge …then he felt the sharp sting. He released the little air in his lungs, as he realized she had bitten him. He felt the pressure of her sucking, and felt as if she was seeping his life away, desire to fight for his own life.



She took the blood, the hot metallic taste running down her mouth. Her body senses waken- the taste of his blood, power of his fear, heart beating, and small gasp of his breathing. She felt her body loose its hunger, the craving she had fought off as long as she could. Like a drug, or a drink, she savored the taste of blood, the tingles of power on her skin as she took his energy. She felt her body come to alive. From the lights above her, to the feel of the cold concrete at her knees, the feel of his body under her chest, she felt it all with a clarity she only felt when she feed.



His body was tone and trim under her, her legs open to straddle his hips. Her free hand moves to slid under his chin, turning him to her as she drunk her fill. His eyes looked up into her and she watched as his fear changed into acceptance. She felt the power he gave off drop as she weakens his body. She felt he had reached the limit of what he could give her.



She knew to stop, and pulled her mouth from his neck, tearing the skin even more. She sat up, licking at her lips as the man’s eyes closed. “See you had to play with your food again.” She smiled, happy as her body reacted to the blood and feeding off the man’s emotions. “You know how I love the hunt” The sound of a car coming made her move, standing, using her leg to push the man underneath the car, turning to her lover. He pulls her into his arms, kissing her.



The driver of the car saw the couple kissing and drove on. Ivan step back and wiped at his mouth. She knew he did not like the taste of blood, and she understood. “Also notice he was blond again.” “You know how much I love blonds” she joked, ruffling his own blond hair. He handed her the black leather jacket she always wore, and she pulled out a wet wipe as he pulled the man out from under the car, taking his keys, money, and cell phone. He also pulled off his ring, watch, handing them to her.



She cleaned her mouth, chin and neck as he carried the man over to a huge pickup. He throws the man into the back of the truck’s bed, the alarm sounding with the movement of the truck. “You know- you were lucky those cars you jumped on did not have alarms on them.” He said over the horn blowing as they walked away. She pulled on her jacket, and they slowly walked away.



“He had some moves to. Think a nerd like him would not be able to fight.” “Stereotyping. What have I told you about that?” She hugged into his side, as they heard a scream from behind them. “Sorry- I am just an old fashion gal. Next elder person I feed from, I will take into count they might be able to open a whole can of whip ass on me. Ok?” He hugged her close, as a security car with lights flashing drove by them. “All I am asking for, love”





Copyright: SKW 2006.

Based on RPG

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jazmanflash
23:02 May 14 2009

Excellent, but a word...hot metallic taste?

Incorrect, sticky sweet hunny that wraps one in warm blankets..me thinkst...its just an opinion.Loved the Poem.Jmf.

Metallica is what I get beforehand...

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The dream starts with me in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of BBQ sauce. He comes up from behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist. I take the lid off the sauce bottle and lean forward to place it on the counter top, giving my butt a little snuggle into his hips. I hear his soft sound of desire, and I had to smile. I dip my finger into the bottle, and turning toward him in his arms, I hold it out to him. He opens his mouth and I gently place it on his tongue. I laughed as he gives me an “Mmmmm Mmmm”, sucking at my finger.



I dip again, and he watches as I place the finger in my own mouth, sucking on it, tasting the sweet and tangy sauce. He pulls me in closer to his chest, and I curl into him as tight as I can. His hands travel over my hips as I dip my finger into the bottle again, and take the wet finger under my chin, leaving a trail down to my breast.



He smiles, and leans into me, my head lifted to give him room, as he licked the sauce off my neck, kissing as he moves his lips downward to lap at my breast the t-shirt allows him to taste. I use my free hand on the back of his neck, stroking him. He steps back, and I feel his hands tugging my shirt off, leaving me standing there with nothing on.



He looks at my breast and takes the bottle of sauce from me, pouring a little of the cold liquid on the tops of my breast. I laugh, and he places the bottle aside. His hands cup my ass as he pulls me into his hardness, and his mouth warms the sauce as he starts to lick, tongue me. My eyes closed, his hands moving my lower body, rubbing me against him, I hear his voice as I cup his head to my breast. “Now those are some golden arches”



I woke up laughing. Damn but my dreams are getting out of hand. This one was not my fault. McRib sandwich my ass.

I am waiting, nervous as the judges look at the model wearing the ball cap I designed. I am clutching another designer’s hand, his coming up next…when a roar came from outside. The metal roof started to fly off in pieces, the sides of the wooden barn rattles as the wind tries to ripe it apart.



We are in a old fashion wooden barn, the scene like the show Next Top Designer. People are screaming as folding chairs flew about the building, hitting us as he and I fought our way out of the barn. I grab his hand again and pull him toward my town’s fire station. Screaming comes from behind us, but the closer we get to the station, the calmer it gets.



At the station-, we run in and I scream they need to go help the people. A tornado has hit the barn on main street (I know I know- and no, my town does not have a barn on main street. But were else would you model ball caps? lol ) They try to calm us down, saying no calls had come into the station, and they heard nothing from two blocks away.



I and the guy just looks at each other, and the firefighter ask us to leave, looking at us as if we were crazy. We go toward the doors and step out- only to have a folding chair to fly by just inches from his face. I scream and run back into the building as the firefighter rush out, being hit by the wind and its weapons. I sit in the corner, covering my head with my arms, as the roof of the station is ripe apart by this killer wind.



I hear alarms going off, the yells for help, as the wind whips around me, pain in my arms as I was hit by pieces of the roof. My screams over the destruction wake me.



I laid in bed, heart beating, knowing it was just a dream. After a few minutes, I rolled over and went right back to sleep. Felt like a few minutes later the alarm went off. :(



Had a wicked ass headache when I woke up Sunday morning, took some meds for it. Rated most of the day as it helps dull my mind, watching The Mummy 1 and 2 on TV. Was thinking of getting the VR ball cap hat.



What can I say? I do have some funky dreams sometimes. At least the headache is gone.



Think I will forget the knife set I wanted to shop for and buy myself for Yule. lol :)