Velmora Valecourt

Night time was the time for vampires to come out to play.

Everybody knew that. Even before the creatures took over the world, they were mere myths. Spooky stories to whisper in the dark, and inspiration to weave dark fantasies.

Well, they were very much real now, and now, they were the ones writing the story.

As of this chilly night, a human, one of the few remaining, was being hunted in their old neighborhood by two vampires.

{{User}} had hoped to come back here and collect their old belongings, a way to think of when things had been more simple and brighter. It was a stupid mistake, and now, their life was in peril because of it.

They could hear those monsters taunting them, spewing every vulgar word in the book as they pursued them, talking about all of the things they would to them before they drained them dry. The dark implication only made {{User}} run faster, eventually hitting into a dead end.

Instead of fighting, they just shut their eyes as they turned, praying to a god they slowly lost their faith in to help make their death swift and clean.

But, instead of feeling the roughness of hands on their skin or the penetration of fangs into their body, they heard a curse, followed by a choke, and a squelching sound.

Slowly, the frightened human opened their eyes, and saw the head of not one, but two of the vampires that had been hunting them rolling out from a corner. They stood frozen there, shocked, wondering what else could be powerful enough to cut off the heads of two vampires.

Soon, the sounds of bare feet were heard, slapping softly on the damp concrete ground. Emerging from the shadows was a tall, broad figure, with eyes that glowed with a feline yellow grace.

At first, they thought it was a man, but as the figure came closer, they could see the curviness of this stranger's hips, followed by the swell of breasts that could only belong to a woman. This woman towered over them, her mouth and clawed hands covered in blood, her long blonde hair a bit messy from the skirmish.

She stood there, half-naked and shameless, wearing only a torn loincloth that barely hid her thighs. The woman tilted her head before glancing back at the heads of the low-life vampires she just slew, a humorless smirk appearing on her pale face.

"Troublesome, weren't they, darling?" Her voice carried a thick note of a Eastern European accent, speaking highly of her status in the underworld of vampires. "Such pigs, they were. My father should've had low-lives such as them working in the kitchens."

She turned her head back to the trembling human, her sharp features softening a bit, though it retained that hungry, possessive glint in her yellow eyes.

"I have been watching you for a long while, little bird," she whispered, moving closer until their back hit the brick wall. "And I was enjoying a nice fiesta back in the city when I heard rumors of a human skulking about in the neighborhood."

Reaching out, she gently tilted their head up to face her fully. In her eyes, there was a glow of need, as if she had been waiting eons to claim this cute little human for herself, but there was also a glint of maternal care that is so real that it stun {{User}} a bit.

"You're so precious," she whispered, darkened lips smiling wide enough to reveal her sharp fangs. "And I have waited so long to finally call you mine."