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7 Days of Hallowe'en Challenge - Day1 - Lust
A figure observed in silence as the slim blond man walked with determination through Central Park. Not many walked alone in the park at night, especially at one o’clock in the morning, which made it perfect for her needs. As she watched, the young man handed something over to another man, who was passing by him. The watcher dismissed the action, as it meant nothing to their purpose. All she cared about was adding another member to her society.
Illya Kuryakin, having completed the handover of classified co-ordinates to a courier, started to head home. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was climb into bed. The handover job wasn’t supposed to have been his, but Agent Johns had been taken ill so, as it was on his way home, he had volunteered to take over. It had meant having a working day of eighteen hours, but it was hardly the first time. Even when an exceptionally attractive woman approached all he could think of was getting some sleep.
The woman was tall and willowy, with waist-length black hair. She was also so pale that she almost made Illya appear tanned. A casual observer would estimate her age to be about twenty-five, but she was dressed like someone from twenty years previously. Smiling softly, she said hello.
“It is not safe for a young woman in the park this late,” Illya told her, after responding to her greeting. “Do you live near here? I can walk with you to your door, if you would like. Or maybe a cab?”
The woman’s smile grew wider, and Illya was struck by how pointed her canine teeth were.
“That would be wonderful,” she purred. “Does my gallant knight have a name?”
“I am Illya,” he replied, without any thought whatsoever.
“My name is Amarande.”
She slipped her hand into Illya’s and he felt a strange, not unpleasant tingle run through his body. Despite years of training, and his innate paranoia, the situation failed to ring any alarm bells for him. In fact, there was something about this woman which made Illya feel things much lower down in his anatomy. He wanted her. He desired her. He needed to get to know every intimate part of her.
Brushing aside all thoughts of escorting her home, Illya pulled Amarande into the trees and began to hungrily kiss her. She lustfully returned the kiss, before carefully tilting his head to one side and exposing his neck. Licking her lips at the sight of the blood pumping through his veins, Amarande plunged her teeth into his flesh.
Illya’s sense of self-preservation finally kicked in and he angrily pushed the woman away from him.
“Too late,” she said sweetly, before running off.
Reaching up to his neck, Illya was horrified to realise she had drawn blood. A sudden fear filled his soul, and he too ran off; aiming to get home as quickly as possible.
When he arrived at his apartment, he immediately made for the bathroom to examine the damage Amarande had done. He couldn’t fail to see the two puncture wounds, and the drying blood.
To be continued
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Illya Kuryakin, having completed the handover of classified co-ordinates to a courier, started to head home. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was climb into bed. The handover job wasn’t supposed to have been his, but Agent Johns had been taken ill so, as it was on his way home, he had volunteered to take over. It had meant having a working day of eighteen hours, but it was hardly the first time. Even when an exceptionally attractive woman approached all he could think of was getting some sleep.
The woman was tall and willowy, with waist-length black hair. She was also so pale that she almost made Illya appear tanned. A casual observer would estimate her age to be about twenty-five, but she was dressed like someone from twenty years previously. Smiling softly, she said hello.
“It is not safe for a young woman in the park this late,” Illya told her, after responding to her greeting. “Do you live near here? I can walk with you to your door, if you would like. Or maybe a cab?”
The woman’s smile grew wider, and Illya was struck by how pointed her canine teeth were.
“That would be wonderful,” she purred. “Does my gallant knight have a name?”
“I am Illya,” he replied, without any thought whatsoever.
“My name is Amarande.”
She slipped her hand into Illya’s and he felt a strange, not unpleasant tingle run through his body. Despite years of training, and his innate paranoia, the situation failed to ring any alarm bells for him. In fact, there was something about this woman which made Illya feel things much lower down in his anatomy. He wanted her. He desired her. He needed to get to know every intimate part of her.
Brushing aside all thoughts of escorting her home, Illya pulled Amarande into the trees and began to hungrily kiss her. She lustfully returned the kiss, before carefully tilting his head to one side and exposing his neck. Licking her lips at the sight of the blood pumping through his veins, Amarande plunged her teeth into his flesh.
Illya’s sense of self-preservation finally kicked in and he angrily pushed the woman away from him.
“Too late,” she said sweetly, before running off.
Reaching up to his neck, Illya was horrified to realise she had drawn blood. A sudden fear filled his soul, and he too ran off; aiming to get home as quickly as possible.
When he arrived at his apartment, he immediately made for the bathroom to examine the damage Amarande had done. He couldn’t fail to see the two puncture wounds, and the drying blood.
To be continued
.
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Reading Stoker's 'Dracula' at the age of 11 (I was far to young for a lot of it) is what gave me a love for vampires in the first place :-)