A heavy stream of rain fell steadily from the blackened skies on to the crowded streets below. The city held no name by its underground inhabitants, but to the masses of innocents it was known as New York City. To the Vampires and Lycans, it was merely the battleground for the blood feud that refused to die.
For the vampire Selene, this was the first time she'd emerged since Viktor's death. With their Dark Lord's murder, the Coven had been in disarray, falling quickly under Marcus's rule. It had been difficult from Selene to return home. The others had initially feared the woman capable of murdering their leader and father. She was hated even more for bring Michael into the manor. But, her determination to maintain a balance within the Coven was greater that any hatred against her.
On this, the seventh day since Viktor's death, Selene had fled the Coven to seek solace on the streets. It had been too long since she'd fed properly, and the stress of the past week had combined with a bloodlust that buzzed like fire through her.
The rain rolled over her body, covered in the latex suit and trench coat. The crowds around her took no notice to the Vampire's presence, and she cut through them quickly in order to keep up with her prey: a young ma, no more than 25 years old, with a lean frame and a mowhawk hair cut.
As the man turned onto a less crowded street, Selene followed, keeping hidden in the shadows close behind him. When he reached his apartment, she wasted no time in stepping up behind him and pressing her exposed switchblade into the small of his back. Her free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, her fingers placing pressure on the sensitive nerves. With a hint of satisfaction, she felt the man's "tough guy" image leave him.
"You want money? I'll give you whatever you want, please, just don't hurt me!"
"I want you to shut your filthy mouth, human," she said firmly, her fingers digging into the nerves a bit harder, causing him to moan in pain. She lifted him from the ground with ease and carried him into the street to drop him into an open manhole. His body splashed loudly in the ½ foot of dirty water, and he scrambled to get up and run. He wasn't able to get far before Selene was upon him, knocking him to the ground with a swift pounce from above.
"Don't even try to scream, pussy boy, or I'll have to tear out your voice box," she purred, "And I'm sure we don't want that, now, do we?" She grinned, almost seductively, and straddled the man, pressing her switchblade to his neck. His groin felt warm and wet through the latex bodysuit she wore. He had pissed himself with fear.
The man's dark green eyes widened with terror as Selene parted her lips and lowered herself onto him, as though to kiss him. Her fangs extended smoothly as her mouth wrapped around the smooth skin of his neck. The blood came instantly, pulsing out in a coppery rush with each of his heightened heartbeats. Her mouth was filled with the warm fluid, and she drank eagerly as her muscles tightened and her body stiffened from the erotic pleasure that came with feeding.
When she emerged from the sewer, she was exhausted, and covered in blood. She wondered if only for a moment who he was going home to. A wide and kids, perhaps, or girlfriend. He might have been happy. But not any more.
"Selene….Selene, are you there?" Michael's tinny voice came over her comm. unit, interrupting her thoughts.
"What do you need, Michael?" She didn't bother to mask the tone of annoyance in her voice.
"I came up and you were gone…where are you?"
"I was feeding."
"You might want to wrap it up and get back here," he said, and she could sense a wary tone to his words. She stopped walking, staring ahead into the darkness of the alleyway in which she'd wandered.
"What's the problem?"
Michael paused before speaking, clearly debating whether or not to speak the truth.
"Michael! What is the matter?"
"It's Kraven," he said firmly, "He's returned."
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