My paws hit the cold, wet, ground as I made my way back to my house. My fur wet from the rain and from the blood that had splattered all over from my hunt. I had been at a quick pace back home for some times, running before the cops show up to the scene. Even though it was nearly four miles away, I wanted to be safe and get away as quickly as possible.
My blue eyes adjusted to the porch light that had now come into my view. My home. I walked right through the dog door and into the living room, stopping finally for a quick breath. I took in my surroundings, making sure all the curtains were closed before allowing my self to relax and shift back into my human self. Black fur shed off, coated in rain and blood, leaving a mess on the wood floor. I grabbed the dark green plush robe from the back of the couch and wrapped it around my self before cleaning up my mess. I was lucky I had no blood left on my feet. It made it much easier to clean up.
I threw the towels in the wash, throwing bleach and detergent in it before running it on hot water. I had to be thorough. I walked down the dark hallway and into my bathroom, eagerness taking over me as I prepared a shower for my self. I let the robe fall off my body and examined my self in the mirror. My black hair was in unruly curls and my face was smeared with blood and dirt. I looked like some kind of warrior straight out of a story. I let out a sigh and got into the shower, letting the hot water wash all the dirt, grime, and blood off my body.
Now, before your mind goes crazy and thinking I'm some kind of murderer, I'm far from it. I'm a shapeshifter. And I kill ghouls and vampires. Really anything that pose a threat to my self and even others. It's a duty so to speak that has been passed down through my family for many generations. Well, through my father's side of the family. The Chippewa tribe. He comes from a line of warriors within the tribe that took on the ability to shape shift into wolves, protecting the innocent from vampires and creatures of the night.
It was a surprise that I got that bloodline at all. I'm not one hundred percent Chippewa. My father fell in love with a black haired, blue eyed, Irish beauty way back when and that's how I came to be. And when I say way back when, I mean nearly seventy years ago. I'm not young by any means but, I look it. I look like I'm still in my twenties which has it's pros and cons. I didn't age which was nice. However, because of that, I had to move around constantly and change jobs to keep people from getting suspicions of me. Can't have anyone knowing that I'm a wolf or I'll be poked and prodded. Let alone that I'm immortal which would cause much havoc among many due to the fact that so many humans want to be immortal.
Immortality was not all that great. Sure, not aging was great I suppose. However, watching those that I had come to know and care for age and pass was difficult. Or watching them become sick and not being able to overcome the illness. I eventually started to just stick to my self after one man I had become close to passed of illness. He wasn't my mate or "the one" but, he was a companion non the less. The only one to know my secret and keep it and take it to his grave. I couldn't allow my self to get close to another again after the heart break I suffered. I don't think I could wish such a life on any human. They just don't understand the toll it takes on one's soul and heart. I watched humanity break and destroy, build and grow, and repeat. And I'll live to always see that cycle. I do not wish for any human to see what I have seen. Immortality would just make that circle more vicious.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my self before heading to my bedroom to throw some clothes on. I put on yoga pants and black tank top. I ruffled my hair in the towel, drying what I could before throwing the towel on the ground. I grabbed a random book off my shelf before walking to the living room and plopping on my leather couch. Just as I was about to get comfortable, I caught a scent. I breathed in deeply, taking it in. My eyes widened at the familiarity of the smell and the danger it posed.
Vampire.
However, this one smelled differently. There was no horrendous stench of blood and decay.. No lingering smell of death. I could only pick up faint smells of gun powder and musk. A male vampire. He was close enough for me to smell which meant he was too close to my territory for comfort. He had to be an idiot to wander so close to a wolf's den. I stood up and looked around, my eyes taking in every shadow and source of light with in the dark house. My canines elongated as I mentally prepared my self for anything.
I turned my head sharply as I noticed a shadow move, the scent much for stronger now. He was toying with me. He hadn't the slightest idea of how much I hated being toyed with like some new born pup. I let out a growl in my throat, my wolf taking over.
"Is that anyway to treat your guest, wolf?" a deep, velvety voice broke the silence of my home.
My eyes narrowed, the blue in them burning bright most likely, trying to find the source of the voice. The source of the smell. That alluring scent that was nearly distracting.
"Weren't you ever taught not to enter the wolf's den, vampire?" I growled, waiting for him to show him self.
He chuckled, his voice vibrating through out my body causing me to become more distracted. Why the fuck was this happening to me? I've been taunted by assholes like this before and I've never been effected by them. So why now? Why him?
"Are you just going to linger in the shadows, blood sucker? Or are you going to come out and play?" I taunted him, my canines fully lengthened and sharp, my claws at the ready.
I was immediately caught off guard by a black shadow and ended up slammed into the wall, a gloved hand wrapped around my throat. I let out a threatening growl, my claws digging into the arm that held me to the wall, my toes barely touching the floor. I felt his blood on my fingers and hands, picking up the scent of it as it dripped onto my floor. His scent was intoxicating and it was causing me to become slightly dizzy.
As I snapped my eyes open, I was immediately greeted with crimson orbs and a menacing smile that showed perfectly white teeth teamed with canines as sharp and deadly as mine. I felt something stir in me as looked into his eyes and he looked back, his smile faltering for only a milisecond. I knew what it meant. I knew why I was being effected as soon as my blue eyes met his crimson ones.
Oh fuck no. He is not it! I refuse to follow my instincts on this,I thought to my self, fighting the new desires and feelings awakening in me.
"Hello, little wolf," he teased, his grip still strong on my throat.
I snarled at him and struggled, claws digging into his arm deeper, more blood falling to the floor. His grip on my throat tightened, causing me to stop and glare him, teeth bared. He had some fucking nerve pinning me like this. I was ready to go full wolf on this vampire and show him what he was dealing with. I would make him regret this.
"Don't event think of it, little wolf," he purred, eyes gleaming with amusement.
He knew what I was planning and that just pissed me off further.
"What the fuck do you want, blood sucker?" I snapped keeping my face free of any weaknesses despite my current internal struggles.
"I'm not sure you are ready to hear what I want," he started, his voice just above a whisper, eyes wandering my body for a second before focussing back on my eyes.
He leaned in closer to me, close to my neck while breathing in my smell. He pulled away, eyes meeting mine again, his smile still plastered to his stupid face.
Some fucking nerve, I thought, glaring at him while emitting a low growl from my throat.
"But, my master would like to have a talk with you," he finished.
I studied him for a moment. I had to gage the situation I was in before letting this conversation go any further. If he wanted to fight, if he wanted to kill me, he would have by now. Then again, he was a vampire and a powerful one, so, he could still be toying with me. However, I was in no position to test him, so I would have to go along with this and play it all by ear.
"Why?" I asked as I retracted my claws.
"If I set you down, will you be a good dog and refrain from biting?" he taunted, that smile still on his face, his eyes still dancing with amusement.
I growled in response, letting my body relax and my hands releasing his arms. I noticed he healed already. He let go of me, my feet lightly hitting the ground, landing in the blood that had come from his body. He was still standing close to me, smiling. This guy was weird, yet, he was intriguing.
"What does your master want, vampire? And why do you have a master?" I asked confused that this guy was taking orders from anyone.
"Why don't we become more formally acquainted," he suggested, ignoring my questions completely.
"Fine."
"I am Alucard, vampire and servant to the Hellsing organization," he said with a slight bow.
Shit. This guy was Dracula? My instincts were telling me my mate was Dracula? Nope. There was something wrong with me and my internal shit. I could handle, maybe, my mate being a vampire, but the vampire of vampires? The No Life King?! Fuck no. This could not be happening.
"Saphirra," I replied not moving at all.
The King of Vampires was standing in my house. He could literally kill me at any second yet my whole being was telling me to trust him.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful creature," he said, his smile now less menacing and more genuine?
Sure. Genuine I guess could be the word.
"Yeah. Okay," I muttered awkwardly, not expecting the compliment, "What does your boss want with me?"
I wanted to get straight to the point and get him the fuck out of my territory. It was all becoming way too much for me. I could feel my anxiety coursing through my body, growing more intense every second.
"To talk to you. Offer you a job instead of being a hindrance to us," he explained making him self comfortable on my leather couch.
I narrowed my eyes. I stayed put and kept my eyes on him. I didn't want my guard a hundred precent down even if it meant I had to keep standing in this puddle of vampire blood.
"How the hell am I hindrance? I'm getting rid of those fucking creeps out there if that's what you're talking about," I defended my self.
"That may be, but, you leave quite a mess as wonderful as the blood and body parts flung everywhere is," he continued, his smile growning.
"Yeah well, I'm a wolf, what do you expect? Clean cuts and blood drained in jars for easy cleaning?" I snapped getting annoyed.
Alucard let out a deep laugh, once again, his laugh vibrating through out my body. I got chills. I seriously hoped he did not notice the effect his laugh had on me.
"When does your boss want to meet me?" I sighed, leaning against the wall, eyes still on Alucard.
His smiled turned into the cheshire cat grin, canines gleaming, "Now."