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Santos, our vampire, hunts again

 As I waited, it occurred to me, I suppose one would have to be brilliant, to notice brilliance. So where does that leave my scenario? Santos is a brilliant vampire, who seeks the expected and behaves unexpectedly. He is a hunter and predator, with endless powers.

Now in his age, exceeding 5,000 years, the single one person whom he would trust, above all others, isn't even aware he exists. Santos is also the oldest living vampire on earth, best we know.

He has asked me for the second time now, to observe his hunt, document his kill and write precisely what it feels like to NOT to be him. Similar to my details documented by his introduction, "He shall be my wife tonight"

Lyrics on HP
Santos break

Lyrics, Santos and Prey

Funny nonetheless as these thoughts of mine, no longer private, whilst he reads them along with me, even at times before me.

Would love to tell you it is due to my creative writing skills, or attention to detail, even my knowledge of the immortal, as to why I'm here. Truth be known, it's purely magnetic. He mastered this power very young, when Vamped, and has perfected it. I am drawn to him, it's primal, it's sexual, it's curiosity, it's the rush and above all it's the way my body feels, and my thoughts wonder, no one else could ever, bring forth in me.

Prey and I despised each other. I, irritated by her spoiled, 'superpower bragging,' 'screw em and eat em', whore, 'better than thou' behaviors.

But never underestimate, what is not a controlled hatred, from a Vampire with a score. Clearly as vampires are incapable of any feeling at all. Their thoughts act as their feelings

'Prey, leave. I have much work to do, go. I will deal with you later, firmly,' demanded Santos. Prey as always, obedient, and left quietly with the look of death shot my way on her exit. I laughed.

I politely blew prey a kiss as I changed to cross my other leg, offering a view of my immortality, soon to be Santos.

Who is Santos?

'You covered my story, rather my persona, very well lyrics, in the first write up, what is the title of this one?' I never know the title until I am complete, and will not just make one up for the sake of knowing we have one. Rest assured, it shall serve you well, and in truth. People are fascinated with you. I will observe this evenings Hunt and record what truly frightens me or possibly intrigues me.

Are we still leaving much time for mortal play, correct? I actually found myself blushing as I looked down at my pen and paper, nodding my head. Then it seemed my dress was doing the talking for me, as my left shoulder strap refused to stay in position, and my button popped off my blouse.


Please begin

I am going to start with your poetic beauty and mannerisms. You continue to grow more beautiful to us, because, to us, you are more deadly, therefore purer, more private, more familiar, more readily feared, or desired for that matter. A dark beauty with a steel sheen, caught in the cocked minds eye to be brought down with just the extension of your hand.

Santos lives in a constant mental state of mania, though undetected by anyone.

'Lyrics, you need to simplify your thoughts, bring what I say to a basic level, again, simplify.'

What Santo's reveals and remembers is his truth. Most mortals are clear as they are transparent to him.

I was beginning to get tipsy as Santos continually was topping up what we had been sipping on. He stated he feels no accountability for his actions and if mortals continue with their ways where a violent surf both seduces and destroys, each of us will be determined who ends up in Hell. Mortals living in their illnesses, with synchronized behavioral changes. Ganging up on judgement and lying, but believing it for truth. tszzzt. What a bloody joke indeed.

'You must remember lyrics, shame thrives on silence, and people thrive on shame.' "An utterance is clear, if it purifies vision.'

There are many types of orders and many degrees within these types. Just as there are vouchers under him.

I lye on my back, on the floor, starring at the ceiling, to continue listening to his wisdom.

Ecstasy is key to Santos. He would like noted he speaks not of the boring, already established, yesterday Ecstasy. Rather on the contrary. An ecstasy of attention, a passion for the one thing known, more or less, sensuous and within deep intensity that shall lead my prey into a more vibrant, final stage of language before demise.

His most fulfilling fantasy's, are within these moments.

paralysed me

With no warning or time, he kissed me. Santos seemed to be changing the rules this evening, to my delight. He was an expert at lovemaking, and his mouth, well, ever so warm. He had extremely strong arms. As they wrapped around me, I could feel myself relaxing and tensing at the same time. No mortal male could create this in me.

As his kisses grew stronger, deeper, and harder, I knew, just as before, we were about to take heavenly flight, to my pleasure, for my pleasure, he loving to give this pleasure.

He, on top of me, opened his eyes and starred right into mine. Just for a glorious moment. Turning into complete horror. So stupid was I. Even previous sexual encounters, never once , had I completely let all my defenses down. Make no mistake, I am always prepared and aware of every last detail when, in the near vicinity, of Santos.


15 minutes grace

Just as I had opened the window above the table we were lying on, a fresh breeze struck us both, in sync with Santos power and strength administered in one hand to my cheek. He forced my cheek, pinning my head over to one side against the table. The power was in the effect. Somehow this gesture he performed stole any mobility I could muster. I was completely paralyzed, except for my vocals and mouth.

Santos you need to think very long and hard about your next move. Shy of killing me, we both know I have antidotes and protective measures for these visits. It was you, in fact, that taught me to never trust any vamp, more than anyone, you.

'Calm yourself lyrics.' 'I first need to hunt you, with a head start of course.' 'We are surrounded by the woods, your survival instincts and techniques will be so mortally amusing.' ' You may walk out, and since we have had our ecstasy, seemingly for the first time things are backwards.'

'But the middle element I must surgically perform now.'

He bit down hard with great force into the left side of my neck. The deeper his fangs went in my vein, the deeper I felt no more pain. It was euphoric and I wanted him to keep sucking, even if it meant until I was dry. I was unable to speak. It was when he started sporadically shift shaping I became confused and felt faint. I recognized no one and could not move. I could gather enough thought to wonder if he was killing me or turning me?

Never forgetting he knows what I was thinking I kept repeating the alphabet over and over in my head, as he continued to drain me. This was not to his liking and in rage, I had never seen before, released his bite, stepped away and ordered me to start scouting safety schemes now.

'I will give you 15 minutes grace, no more, no less.' I hope your lethal defense bag, you hid behind the bushes out front, serve you well. Remember this is where my greatest addiction takes hold with physical needs and mental challenges far exceeding any ecstasy you'll ever know.'


The Hunt

As I was about to exit, naked I add, the front door, I turned back to take one last look at him. We will not be seeing each other again, until one will have no choice to kill the other. I will have only survived this bite and loss of blood from a very small vial. This vial contains a very rare formula I found after exhaustive research, deep in the sand tunnels of Jordan. It is holy and pure. It cannot stop, however, any effects I may develop as a result of partially turning. To what degree is unknown. This I had 6 minutes left to inject into the fang cut in my throat. The vial was in my bag outside.

I left Santos line of sight, grabbed my bag and just started running. Knowing Santos as I do, he will keep his 15 minute rule, so that never to be accused of a cheat, should he loose. His loosing odds were less than 1%. Less than, before I started training since our last visit, knowing there would be another. Maybe we all read minds just a little.

Feeling weak and nauseous, I administered the formula, loaded my snipers rifle and with its leather strapped ensured it was tied tightly to the side of my leg for mobility. I only had a t shirt stocked but I also didn't want much clothing on that would act as another medium to hold my seeping blood. Blood to which Santos can smell from very far away. Using mud and leaves I covered my entire body and began to climb what seemed the perfect tree for a base camp.

M rifle cocked, I was using its scope as a distant sight until it occurred to me he must be scanning these woods specifically for an infrared scope. Just as I was about to remove my scope I saw his leg. He clearly knew the vicinity I was in, but did he know my exact location?

He moves to fast for me to get off a shot.

If I fail to kill him or seriously injure him with my first shot. I will be dead myself in seconds. My gut is rarely wrong and it is telling me to take the chance on his next move............................



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