Phyonix Nights
By:Lynn Osburn
Part Two:Darkness There...and Nothing More
Phyonix waited patiently in her room as the sun began to rise in the East. She allowed the light to touch her face for a moment, bathing in it's life giveing glow. 'Perhaps that is why vampires can not stand it. It gives life, while they take it.'
Discussing the theology of vampirism...such a fun hobby.
She removed the blade from her sheath and set about the tast of cleaning it. Not that it really needed to be cleaned, it was more of a nervouse twitch most Hunters had. Cleaning the blade had a lot to do with the need to have your primary weapon close to you at all times.
A soft knock at the door interupted her thoughts. "Enter..." she said softly and heard the metallic click of the door and saw the shadows of two enter.
They were a good looking pair. The girl was maybe fifteen, the boy probibly seventeen. Both sported red hair that could put a fire to shame. Both were healthy and well fit...it even appeared that they'd been groomed for her. Oddly enough, Phyonix felt flattered by this. "Don't be afraid of me....I only bite..."
The two did not relax at all. Sighing, Phyonix stood up, not stopping when they backed away from her. Suddenly the girl stood foward.She had a look of pure terror on her face....masked ever so barely by bravery. "Don't turn us...please."
Phyonix let out a dry laugh. She admired the girl. "I won't...it takes more then just being bit..." she reached over suddenly and took the girl by the wrist. "I'd have to want to change you..."
The boy rushed foward, perhaps afraid that they'd somehow angered her. "Miss...please...I appologise."
"Don't waist breath boy. I'm not insulted." she assured them and set the girl down on the bed. "Come here ..."she gestured to her. "Whats your name?"
"Hentshi Kashge." she looked into Phyonix's beautiful amber eyes with her hazles colored ones. "And that is my friend...Juntrah Namasaki" she tried to find words. "We're cousins..."
Phyonix nodded and continued cleaning her sword. 'That explanes the looks...wonder if their engaged?' It wasn't uncommon for such a thing in small towns such as this. "You know I only asked for one doner...not two..." she pointed to the boy. "You may leave."
The coward didn't even look back. He flew from the door like a scared rabbit with the fox on it's tail. Phyonix chuckeled. "Not much to him is there."
"No...there isn't. He was even afriad to climb the oak trees back when we were children." Hentshi said with contempt.
'What does she mean 'when' they were children?' Phyonix scoffed. They were hardely adults now. "I suppose there can only be a few strong in each family....now Hentshi..."she spoke in a whisper now. The cool, seductive allure of the Vampire comeing forth. The very air in the room seemed to change as her voice misted about. "Hentshi...sit down ...and relax..."
Hentshi's hazle eyes clouded over for an instant. "N-n-no...I'm a willing donor. You don't have to hypnotise me!" she shrank back.
Phyonix nodded and yet continued her silky script. "I know...your a strong girl...but it's easyer this way." she lifted her arms and Hentshi came closer to her. "Relax...I can see your muscles tense..."Automaticaly the girls body went limp. Phyonix supported her head as a mother would a baby and kisses her cheek.She sniffed delicately at the neck, like a wine conousure. Even with the musky scent of dust everpresent in this town Phyonix could smell the sweet fruit of the red juice inside the viens.
The temptation to bite was a difficult one to resist,but Phyonix had learned resistance...with practice. She lay the dazed girl on the bed and took her saddlebag from the dresser. She took from it a bottle of strong smelling stuff... alcohol and dabbed it lightly on a cloath, spreading it over the girls neck to clean the area. She patted it down with a wet washcloath and then sniffed the neck again, testing to make sure that all germs were clear from the area.
Again,Phyonix took the Hentshi girl in her arms and kisses her lips gently. "Relax little one...."she said as her kisses went to the neck. "It only hurts at first..." she promised and sank her teeth slowly into the flesh of her neck. The girl bucked once and Phyonix set a hand firmly on her stomach,pushing her back down. She hummed soothingly into the soft skin as the spider trail of blood caressed down Hentshi's neck and onto her dress, blooseming against the fabric.
Bit by bit, like a skilled lover takeing a virgin, Phyonix sank her teeth in deeper. The girl jolted at ever inch further,but soon setteled as she pushed them in and drew them out again, slowly streatching her skin to cope with the penarating fangs. It took patience...but slowly hentshi moaned in comfort and Phyonix drank at her leisure.
The sweet blood ran against her tounge like a sugered treat! Thick, rich, creamy. She panted slightly as the intensity flowed in her mouth. Wild images unlike those any human mind could fathom raced through her mind. the wild itself held no boundrys for her. The fresh scent of pine trees flared in her nostrils. Freshmoon light beating down on her back as she ran faster and faster. She drove her fangs forcefully into Hentshi's neck.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, the passionate embrace that only a bloodrinker can give ended. hentshi lay panting on the bed, her top a little torn thanks to Phyonix's claws digging in a little too deep, but the skin was barely even pricked. Phyonix against took out the clean washcloath and washed away the excess blood. She cleaned the wounds of the sleeping girl gently and with an almost loveing touch.
She swabbed the wound with alcohol and waited calmly as it bubbeled and a slow scab began to form over it. That was of course the secret to keeping a victem from turning...keeping clean. Not to difficult a concept. Too bad most small town folk didn't have the sense to figure it out on their own. And damned if she was gonna be the one to tell them.
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Hentshi awoke to the noon sun blazeing down on her from the open window. She started to sit up only to fall straight back down, woozy from blood loss. She moaned lightly and looked around for any signs of the Dunpeal Huntress.
It was as though the room had been vacent for weeks. Nothing save the sparse furniture was present and a glittering bag of gold beside her on the chair.
A payment for services renderd.
Part Two:Darkness There...and Nothing More
Phyonix waited patiently in her room as the sun began to rise in the East. She allowed the light to touch her face for a moment, bathing in it's life giveing glow. 'Perhaps that is why vampires can not stand it. It gives life, while they take it.'
Discussing the theology of vampirism...such a fun hobby.
She removed the blade from her sheath and set about the tast of cleaning it. Not that it really needed to be cleaned, it was more of a nervouse twitch most Hunters had. Cleaning the blade had a lot to do with the need to have your primary weapon close to you at all times.
A soft knock at the door interupted her thoughts. "Enter..." she said softly and heard the metallic click of the door and saw the shadows of two enter.
They were a good looking pair. The girl was maybe fifteen, the boy probibly seventeen. Both sported red hair that could put a fire to shame. Both were healthy and well fit...it even appeared that they'd been groomed for her. Oddly enough, Phyonix felt flattered by this. "Don't be afraid of me....I only bite..."
The two did not relax at all. Sighing, Phyonix stood up, not stopping when they backed away from her. Suddenly the girl stood foward.She had a look of pure terror on her face....masked ever so barely by bravery. "Don't turn us...please."
Phyonix let out a dry laugh. She admired the girl. "I won't...it takes more then just being bit..." she reached over suddenly and took the girl by the wrist. "I'd have to want to change you..."
The boy rushed foward, perhaps afraid that they'd somehow angered her. "Miss...please...I appologise."
"Don't waist breath boy. I'm not insulted." she assured them and set the girl down on the bed. "Come here ..."she gestured to her. "Whats your name?"
"Hentshi Kashge." she looked into Phyonix's beautiful amber eyes with her hazles colored ones. "And that is my friend...Juntrah Namasaki" she tried to find words. "We're cousins..."
Phyonix nodded and continued cleaning her sword. 'That explanes the looks...wonder if their engaged?' It wasn't uncommon for such a thing in small towns such as this. "You know I only asked for one doner...not two..." she pointed to the boy. "You may leave."
The coward didn't even look back. He flew from the door like a scared rabbit with the fox on it's tail. Phyonix chuckeled. "Not much to him is there."
"No...there isn't. He was even afriad to climb the oak trees back when we were children." Hentshi said with contempt.
'What does she mean 'when' they were children?' Phyonix scoffed. They were hardely adults now. "I suppose there can only be a few strong in each family....now Hentshi..."she spoke in a whisper now. The cool, seductive allure of the Vampire comeing forth. The very air in the room seemed to change as her voice misted about. "Hentshi...sit down ...and relax..."
Hentshi's hazle eyes clouded over for an instant. "N-n-no...I'm a willing donor. You don't have to hypnotise me!" she shrank back.
Phyonix nodded and yet continued her silky script. "I know...your a strong girl...but it's easyer this way." she lifted her arms and Hentshi came closer to her. "Relax...I can see your muscles tense..."Automaticaly the girls body went limp. Phyonix supported her head as a mother would a baby and kisses her cheek.She sniffed delicately at the neck, like a wine conousure. Even with the musky scent of dust everpresent in this town Phyonix could smell the sweet fruit of the red juice inside the viens.
The temptation to bite was a difficult one to resist,but Phyonix had learned resistance...with practice. She lay the dazed girl on the bed and took her saddlebag from the dresser. She took from it a bottle of strong smelling stuff... alcohol and dabbed it lightly on a cloath, spreading it over the girls neck to clean the area. She patted it down with a wet washcloath and then sniffed the neck again, testing to make sure that all germs were clear from the area.
Again,Phyonix took the Hentshi girl in her arms and kisses her lips gently. "Relax little one...."she said as her kisses went to the neck. "It only hurts at first..." she promised and sank her teeth slowly into the flesh of her neck. The girl bucked once and Phyonix set a hand firmly on her stomach,pushing her back down. She hummed soothingly into the soft skin as the spider trail of blood caressed down Hentshi's neck and onto her dress, blooseming against the fabric.
Bit by bit, like a skilled lover takeing a virgin, Phyonix sank her teeth in deeper. The girl jolted at ever inch further,but soon setteled as she pushed them in and drew them out again, slowly streatching her skin to cope with the penarating fangs. It took patience...but slowly hentshi moaned in comfort and Phyonix drank at her leisure.
The sweet blood ran against her tounge like a sugered treat! Thick, rich, creamy. She panted slightly as the intensity flowed in her mouth. Wild images unlike those any human mind could fathom raced through her mind. the wild itself held no boundrys for her. The fresh scent of pine trees flared in her nostrils. Freshmoon light beating down on her back as she ran faster and faster. She drove her fangs forcefully into Hentshi's neck.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, the passionate embrace that only a bloodrinker can give ended. hentshi lay panting on the bed, her top a little torn thanks to Phyonix's claws digging in a little too deep, but the skin was barely even pricked. Phyonix against took out the clean washcloath and washed away the excess blood. She cleaned the wounds of the sleeping girl gently and with an almost loveing touch.
She swabbed the wound with alcohol and waited calmly as it bubbeled and a slow scab began to form over it. That was of course the secret to keeping a victem from turning...keeping clean. Not to difficult a concept. Too bad most small town folk didn't have the sense to figure it out on their own. And damned if she was gonna be the one to tell them.
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Hentshi awoke to the noon sun blazeing down on her from the open window. She started to sit up only to fall straight back down, woozy from blood loss. She moaned lightly and looked around for any signs of the Dunpeal Huntress.
It was as though the room had been vacent for weeks. Nothing save the sparse furniture was present and a glittering bag of gold beside her on the chair.
A payment for services renderd.