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Synopsis—Christine's first attempt at hunting ended unsatisfying. Now… she will unleash her demon and see how wonderful the results can be.

The Hunt II

This was unlike anything she ever experienced before.

The titillating sensations combined with the ultimate satisfaction of what awaited her at the end of the trail warmed her body and she heard Erik's whimper from a distance.

He smelled her arousal and it excited him just as much as it excited her.

Soon, her mind whispered. But first things first.

She came upon the scene, making sure she blended into the foliage so not to be discovered, and took the moment to observe.

A young girl… no older than eighteen… was tied up against a tree. Her blonde hair was covered in dirt and caked with dried blood. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, her mouth bound with a dirty rag to keep her from screaming. But it didn't stop her from sobbing as the man approached her.

He was slightly heavy, putrid and foul, as his perspiration poisoned the air around them. He came upon his victim, his hand reaching out in a mockingly touch of tenderness as he stroked her hair.

"There… there… my pretty," he whispered. "Don't cry. Don't cry. It'll be over soon. I promise. You understand I had to do this, right? I couldn't have you running off. No, no. Oh… you're so gorgeous you know… Oh fuck… do you have any idea what you done to me? Prancing about on the side of the road like some bitch in heat. Christ, you women love to torture us fucking men and when we try to go to you… you run away. Why? What have I done to earn such rejection? You want it… yes you do… I can see it… but not with me… no, no… never one like me."

He growled out the last word in contempt as his large hands reached for the young girl's chest.

Her scream was lost in its gag, but the man coiled away as if he was slapped. Then angrily, he struck her across the face, the force causing her head to snap and hit the tree hard. Her form slumped against the bark and the man began cursing and muttering to himself.

"Fine! Pass out! That's better isn't it? Well, you made the wrong decision. No… no… no!"

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. "You left me with no choice you no good dirty whore—"

Snap!

The man turned around, the knife poised to strike, as he looked out into the trees. Seeing nothing, he relaxed but his body was on edge. His arm trembled and the stench of his sweat continued to cloud the area.

Returning back to the girl, he held the knife by her throat and pressed the tip into her flesh, letting a little of her blood to spill.

He shook as the sight excited him.

Snap… crunch… snap…

He looked over his right shoulder, peering out.

"What the—?" he started to say as two glowing pools of amber stared back. He never saw Christine coming from the left…

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While Erik distracted the vile creature, Christine lunged at him… tackling him to the earthen ground, slamming his open mouth into the dirt and leaves. She tossed her head back, her curls cascading down her back as her face transformed into her demon. Before she swooped in, she wanted him to see who it was that was about to kill him.

The horror was entirely delicious as the man began to scream at the monster from Hell. The demon within her purred with extreme pleasure that this piece of scum was frightened of her… if it weren't for the screams, then there was the stench of urine that only made it all the more enjoyable.

His screams continued to echo into the lonely night as her fangs dove into his throat, ripping the flesh and guzzling the blood from his veins.

This was what she needed… the warmth and life of human blood, so fresh and so sweet like honey. Christine never knew that blood could taste this good, but then again, as a human… her taste-buds didn't agree the metallic taste would be something to feed on a daily basis.

While her demon was rejoicing in the kill, Christine didn't find herself to be guilty at all.

No… this man deserved what was coming to him. She didn't want to imagine what he might have done to that poor girl if she hadn't intervened.

It was perverse form of justice and it made perfect sense in the demon's logic. The man believed to be the better predator in attacking younger girls and it turned out… he wasn't the big game like he thought. No… he could be the prey to another predator altogether.

Maybe… just maybe… there was a gray area after all when it came to the act of murder. But it wasn't murder alone… this man's death was needed to keep her nourished.

"Well?" Erik's voice interrupted her and she lifted her pale chin towards him, her mouth dripping with crimson blood. "How do you feel, my love?"

"Better," she replied with a hellish grin. "I see why you like human blood now."

"That's not what I mean," he told her. "How do you feel?"

She looked down at the body, more blood was left in him… she could smell it. "Not as bad I thought I would be. Maybe because he was a bastard and he was going to harm that girl over there. I couldn't let him live."

"I see." So his newborn love had an appetite for criminals it would seem. This would definitely work and no more deer blood or animal blood of any kind. That made his demon happy.

"There's plenty left," she added, nodding to the kill.

"No… this is yours. Take as most as you can from your first successful kill."

She didn't have to be told twice as Christine continued to drain him dry.

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Tina Wilson always lived recklessly.

Ever since she was a small child, she would find herself in all sorts of trouble. When she was only eight, she ran away to punish her parents for not buying this Barbie doll she wanted. In fact, it wasn't the first time she ran away from home to get something she wanted or to prove to her parents that they couldn't live without her.

Being an only child would do that to parents, especially when they were told they might not ever have children.

She knew how much of a miracle she was to them and she used it to her advantage. It wasn't her fault, really. If only they hadn't gone on and on about how she was their precious little angel and how she was their reward from a loving and powerful God.

No… she wasn't to blame anyways.

Now that she was eighteen, finally an adult in the law's eyes, Tina told her parents adios. If she wanted to stay all night and party… then she can and no curfew was going to keep her from returning.

They bent to her so quick, sniffling and begging for her to come home at a reasonable hour. For a couple of old pushovers, Tina wasn't going to move out completely. No… she had a good home and she wasn't going to be made to work for a living so why ruin a good thing? But if she wanted to hang out with her friends… then she was and no one could tell her otherwise.

Of course, if she hadn't left the house and had those five beers (and puffed a decent sized joint), then she wouldn't have decided to go for a moonlight walk. She didn't tell her friends where she was going or that she was even leaving. She felt so alive and so free that she gazed at the moon and stars with such childlike wonder that a crazy idea popped in her head… what if she walked to the highest point in the forest and reached out to the stars? She bet she could touch them, maybe even take one home as a keepsake for her liberation.

Such a brilliant idea at the time.

How would she have known that she was being followed? That when the fugly, overweight son of a gun pulled over and asked if he could take her somewhere… she figured his truck would be faster than her walking… that he had something else in mind?

Now, she was tied up against a tree and was more than likely going to be raped and killed out here and no one… absolutely no one would know what happened to her. The truth of her horrific reality sobered her instantly and when he knocked her out… Tina welcomed the dark oblivion.

She didn't want to see what he would do to her.

Unfortunately, the Fates would not be so kind and her unconsciousness state didn't last long.

As Tina began to regain her senses, she was shocked to find she was still alive and her clothes were still on her. Then her body froze when she heard this ungodly smacking sound coming about several feet in front of her.

A low groan came from the darkness and then the heady scent of copper surrounded her, causing her to gag.

Another groan… followed by a growl sent her heart in wild palpitations.

Was that…?

There were rumors of mountain lions roaming the Maine woods, but Tina never saw one and neither did anyone else she knew.

Tears sprang to her eyes. She was saved only to be ripped and eaten alive by a wild animal.

God! Oh God… if you're out there… please! Please save me! I swear I won't disobey my parents ever again! I won't curse, I won't drink, I won't even smoke weed anymore! Just please let me live! I want to live! Don't make me die… I don't wanna die!

There was a crunching of the leaves and Tina opened one eye as a figure stood over the unmoving body of the man who tied her up.

"Oh God!" she wailed from her gag when she saw it was another person, not a mountain lion.

The figure began to walk towards her and Tina thrashed around, trying to break the bonds that kept her trapped. She was going to die after all… God forsaken her… her parent's precious little angel… their little miracle and reward… she was going to die and they won't know what happened to her. She would be left to rot in these woods forever and no one would ever find her…

"Take it easy," a soft, feminine voice murmured in her ear. "It's all right. You're going to be all right."

The voice was so kind… so gentle… and melodic that Tina felt herself suddenly at ease as the woman began to sing a little lullaby.

She felt warm… safe.

This woman wasn't going to harm her.

The wet gag was removed from her mouth and her arms fell to her side as she went down on her knees, freed from her restraints. Tina fisted the dirt and leaves, shaking uncontrollably, as she felt the ground and knew that the danger was over.

She was alive.

God be praised! She was alive!

Tina lifted her red-rimmed eyes to gaze upon her rescuer and could only see two amber orbs looking down at her.

But the smell…

She smelled blood on her savior's clothes and as Tina looked over to the fallen form… she saw another figure standing over the body. The light from the moon captured a glint of a mask…

"We have to take care of this," a man spoke, his voice dark and rich. "She has seen us feed."

"You're not suggesting we…? We can't!" the woman protested.

"Let me go!" Tina moaned. "I promise… I didn't see anything. I swear! I didn't see anything!"

"I didn't mean it like that, my dear," the man continued. "Although, I would rather preferred we did. But I know you would not like it."

"I wouldn't," the woman agreed. "No more innocent victims."

"Very well. I believe it's time for lesson number two mon ange."

Tina felt herself being lifted in the air and she began to kick and scream. But the wind was knocked out of her as her back slammed against the tree once more.

"Silence!" The man ordered. "This will work best if you do not struggle. Ah… that's better. My love?"

Tina fearfully glanced as the smaller figure approached from behind the man. The piercing golden eyes stared straight into her, keeping her still. The last thing Tina remembered was those two eyes before she faded back into the oblivion.

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When Tina woke, she couldn't explain how she was back at home, but there she was… lying in the backyard and it felt so good to be there.

She told her parents she was never going out again and that she wanted to go back to church and volunteer with her mother at the soup kitchen. As for her appearance… Tina told them that she was drunk and wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, but no more late nights or parties for her.

As the years passed, Tina could never understand what made her change her mind in the first place. The thought of being crazy and reckless no longer interested her and all she cared about was being the best daughter and making up for all the wrongs she had done.

But she didn't have much reason to look back and tried to remember the night that changed her life.

No…

She was about to have her own family and that was all that mattered.

Next- Deleted Scene from Chapter 14—After their first kiss, Erik's reaction frightened Christine. Now, she is about to enter his apartment to talk to him about what happened. This is the missing conversation.