Today, I woke up to the sound of chaos going on around me, the war between the vampires and lycans began, and I was almost unprepared...I ran out into the middle of the battle, strong and willing to fight for my life. I snapped necks, and scratched them so deeply that the werewolves just ended up bleeding to death. One wolf in particular decided to keep coming at me, swinging his massive claws trying to get a hit on me. I kept jumping out of the way, every time...well, except once. I felt his razor sharp claws dig into the skin on my arm and I let out a battle cry as I flitted out into the forest that lie beyond all the death and fighting. They didn't need me, and I needed to heal. I ran into the deep center of the forest and tried to look for a place to heal my arm. I needed to feed, but there were no humans around. I slowed down, no longer being able to see him behind me, chasing me.
I climbed up a tree and watched the ground, just to be sure. I sat there a few minutes, letting the skin on my arm rebuild itself. I winced at the slight pain of the reconstruction. I waited, not being able to sense him, and then within a matter of minutes, I smelled him...but I didn't see him. Sure enough, he came walking cautiously across the forest floor, underneath the beautiful canopy of green trees as tall as the heavens. He sniffed around the ground, catching my scent and growled. He knew I was close...but where? The wind picked up, carrying my scent all over the place...That's when the werewolf stared up at me, and I swore I saw a malevolent smile spread across his canine lips. My eyes grew wide as I ran across the branches of the tree I was hiding in, and jumped to another tree. He followed on the ground below me, waiting for the opportunity to kill me if I fell. I then heard someone yell up at me,
"Just give it up, bloodsucker. Once you hit the ground, you're mine."
I hissed, "Fat chance, dog. I'm stronger and faster than you, and you know it!"
I flew down to the ground, and hit with such force that a small portion of the earth around us shook, as though a tiny earthquake had just occurred. I slowly walked towards the nude man standing in front of me...what I saw was quite impressive. He was about 26 years old, 6'5", strong build, and slightly muscular. His hair was shaggy and dusty brown, with a small patch of hair right beneath his lower lip. His skin was a beautiful tan color, and appeared to be soft. His hands were big, and looked rough. But I wouldn't let him touch me.
"Why are you after me, Demetrius?" I asked in my thick Italian accent.
"To destroy you for what your kind did to my family," He seethed, "because I need justice for what was unfairly done. I have nothing left."
He then grabbed my arm, and I flinched, not expecting this. Demetrius pulled me close to him, inhaling my scent deeply. I hissed softly,
"Please let go of me. I don't understand why you have to go after ME, because of what happened to your family. I don't understand why you have to attack someone who has nothing to do with what was done to you. Think about it."
I felt something pressing against my thigh, over the skirt of my now ragged dress. Demetrius had been tracking me for days, trying to kill me, and now his cock was growing against my leg. Maybe he just wanted to rape me and THEN kill me. I turned my head to the side, as he was still holding onto me. And he licked the side of my face. Then he spoke, and something in his voice was changed.
"Bella Scarlotto, non viglio ucciderti," he breathed heavily in my ear, "I want to know you."
I backed up slightly, relieved at the fact that he didn't want to kill me, but uncomfortable with his other plans. He had managed to shred the sleeves of my dress worse than what they were, so I ripped them off and held the dress up with my perky breasts. I looked up to catch Demetrius staring at me longingly. He really didn't want to kill me.
I was turned into a vampire at the age of 22. My hair was medium length, down past my shoulders a couple of inches, mahogany brown in color. My eyes were hazel when I needed to feed, but turned a bright emerald green when I was full and satisfied. I was full figured, and beautiful...with an ass to die for. My skin was a soft olive tan color. Every time I walked around in the city, men would stop and stare, lusting after me...often pissing off their wives or girlfriends, and it amused me very much. I smiled at the thoughts going through Demetrius' head and chuckled softly.
"So, you do not want to kill me, wolf?" I asked teasingly.
His deep brown eyes lit up the forest, "No, you are different. Maybe it is your charm, and it will just wear off."
"I assure you, Demetrius, I am not using any charm or glamour. I am completely defenseless right now, so you have your chance to strike me down if you really wanted to."
I looked into his eyes, and could feel the heat rising in his body. He wanted me. I could smell his pheromones surrounding me, and they stirred my own. He walked towards me cautiously, apparently suspecting I might attack him at any second. But I wouldn't attack unless he did.