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Maxwell “Max! Help me!” she cried out to me but I couldn’t go help her. There were three vampire slayers on me as well as on her. She fought them, but she was hurt. Those fuckers had tried to stab her but luckily missed her heart. They stabbed her on her arm instead. I screamed in rage as I saw the blood trickle down her arm as she tried to fight them off. I kept my eyes on Viviana as I slammed one vampire slayer down on the ground hard enough to break a bone. He cried out in pain, but I couldn’t care less. I grabbed the other one and twisted his neck in a flash while the other one came at me with a wooden stake. I dropped the dead body on the ground and ran at the third vampire slayer. He attempted to stab me in the heart, but I was faster than he was. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. He cried out in pain and instantly dropped the wooden stake. I grabbed his head and twisted it as well. He dropped to the ground motionless. I ran to Viviana, but I was too late—two were already holding her down as one stabbed her with the wooden stake. I heard her scream out in pain, then total silence. The fuckers killed her. “No!” I screamed out as I finally reached them. I grabbed the one who staked her and twisted his neck hard before I went for the other two. I grabbed the one who stood to the right of Viviana and twisted his neck as the other one stepped over Viviana’s body to me. I threw the dead body away and went for the other one. The fucker had taken the stake from Viviana’s body and was attempting to stake me also, but too bad for him, I was stronger and faster. I was behind him in a flash and bit into him, not giving him the chance to escape. He cried out in pain and I smiled like a mad man as I twisted his neck to end his pathetic life. These fuckers thought they could slay us. I looked at them in disgust and turned back to look at Viviana’s body. Viviana, the love of my life, was gone. I was too slow; I couldn’t even save her. I screamed out in rage and pain. I fell down beside her, picked her up and held her lifeless body. I covered my face in the crook of her neck and cried. *** I woke up in cold sweat with tears on my face. I felt like someone had stuck their hand into my heart and squeezed it with all they had. Viviana, the love of my life was dead. All because I was too damn slow. I couldn’t even save her. “Aarrghh!” I screamed in frustration and punched the wall with my fist. Damn it all! I’ve killed Ankara escort many vampire slayers in my two hundred years of existence as a vampire. Funny how they are supposed to be the ones hunting us to kill, yet I’m the one who is hunting them. They all deserved to die. They killed Viviana when she had done nothing wrong. When Viviana died, my heart died along with her. After her death, it felt as though all colors of life had faded into gray. Nothing was worth looking at anymore. Life had no more meaning, and I hated being the one who survived. I got up off the bed and walked into my kitchen to get the bottle of blood that was given to me as a gift. I poured some into a cup and drank from it. It wasn’t nearly as good as drinking from a live human, but it would have to be enough. Since Viviana died, I stopped feeding from humans. My cell phone rang, interrupting my thoughts, and I went to check who was calling me. The screen read Anthony. Anthony was my friend and my partner in taking care of the night club, The North West. I saved him from some vampire slayer a century ago and since then he’s been a loyal friend and partner to me. “What’s up?” I asked, picking up the phone. “Max, come down to the club and have fun. You’ve been cooped up in your house for far too long, mate.” “Nah, man, it’s okay. I’ll pass.” “Max, buddy, you can’t spend your whole life hunting down those vampire slayers. I’m saying this to you as a friend, mate. I don’t want to see you do this to yourself.” “It’s none of your damn business, Anthony!” I yelled into the phone, unable to control the sudden burst of anger. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even be alive right now,” I said with anger in my tone. “I’m not saying I’m not grateful that you saved me, mate. You know that I will always be grateful towards you. But its fine, mate, I understand if you want to be left alone,” he replied then hung up. “Fuckin’ shit!” I yelled out slamming my phone down back on the counter. An hour later I found myself getting ready to go check on my club and apologize to Anthony for being such an ass to him. I had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the steaming bathroom to my closet. I wore my boxer briefs and then grabbed my black dress pants and pulled them on. I slid my belt through the loops and buckled it. I then grabbed my white dress shirt and slid my muscled arms through them. I buttoned Ankara escort bayan the three buttons at the cuff of my arms and buttoned my shirt then tucked it in. I fixed my navy blue tie and fixed my collar to finish it off. Then I grabbed my dress coat and pulled it on to finish the whole look. I was ready to go see my club and apologize to my friend. Ella I wiped the steam off the mirror, and looked at my reflection. My dark black hair had already begun to go into its natural set of curls. My eyes flashed red as the hunger began to seep in. I wanted to feed. I needed to feed, but the person in the mirror looked complacent with deep green eyes, pale skin, and red lips. Behind the facade, the real inner demon was howling. When was the last time I fed? I reprimanded myself. I could already hear the voice from my mother. “Don’t get too hungry. You won’t be able to control yourself.” I looked away, and started towards my closet. With no shame, and completely nude I walked through the hallway, past my room and into my walk in closet. Through the full-length mirror I could see every feminine yet toned curves throughout my body: long lean legs, leading up to a firm, round bottom, and perky breasts. I was attractive enough, as I should be. I looked no older than twenty-three, when I was actually about a century and a half old. I was still young, but the art of seduction had come to me as naturally as a spider spinning a web. I was a predator and I knew how to hunt. In all honesty, you just had to know what you wanted and how to get it and I knew what I wanted: human. Now to the slightly more difficult part: how to get it. Just as a hunter chooses their weapon, I looked through the numerous items on the racks and settled my eyes on a simple black dress. I was in no mood for gourmet. I wanted to grab my prey’s attention, but I didn’t want the whole club’s eyes on me. I wasn’t like other succubi who enjoyed the hordes of gawks, stares, cat calls, whistles and testosterone that came our way. I combed through my hair, and began to apply mascara, some loose powder, blush, and some baby pink lipstick. After adjusting the shoes, dress and accessories, I looked at the final product of the night. The woman in the mirror was beautiful, with no hint of the danger that lurked underneath. However, for a second her eyes had faded into a dark abyss then snapped back to their Escort Ankara deep green. I picked up my bag and so did she. With a smile on my face I went to my favorite place to eat: The North West. *** My heels clicked as I walked up to the side entrance of The North West. Unlike the main entrance, there were no flashing lights, college sluts, or frat boys begging to be let in. The side entrance was mainly for those who wished to enter and leave with a cloak of invisibility. Pushing through the door, the blue flashing lights and the deep beating of the bass overwhelmed my senses. The amount of sweaty bodies, pheromones, alcohol, and music was extremely alluring. It took every ounce of self control to stop myself from taking anyone off of that dance floor and satisfying myself. With catlike grace, I walked around the dance floor, and towards the bar, all while looking at the menu in front of me. There were the usual types in all different colors and sizes, but then my eyes caught on something else. My gaze landed on icy blue eyes across the room and above in the balcony. My heart rate quickened, and I had to find release from those eyes. I moved my head as if gazing past him, when in all actuality I wanted to indulge in such a rarity. I had only seen him one second and yet I could already sense so much about him. He was massive in every single way. With a towering frame of six foot, brown curly hair, and some stubble on his jaw, he had managed to grab not only my attention but that of every other female as well. His confident, cool demeanor was dangerously wicked. How I would have loved to lick his lips, then bite the bottom one, exposing his mouth to me, and have a taste. Then a sensation hit my stomach. This was strange; it was almost like nausea (as humans liked to describe it). It was disorienting and it spread throughout my limbs. I quickly ordered a shot of whiskey in order to combat the alien sensation. Downing the shot, I followed up with a White Russian. Nursing it slowly, I took my place at a stool. I looked at all the young men that would wade out to the island of liquor. Like a watering hole, the bar was a place that at one point or another all creatures would go to. Looking at the prey available to me, I felt as if someone was watching me with extreme intensity from behind. Getting up from my seat, I casually looked behind me and realized that blue eyes were looking at me. I held his gaze for only a fraction of a second before I looked away and retreated to the dance floor. No doubt, the man would have been delicious but he was dangerous. It was obvious from his body language and dress that he held a lot of power. Rule number one of being a succubus: don’t kill anyone who will be missed.

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