The Dark

She hurries through the night, her heart is racing and she is afraid. Her feet patter quietly over the hard packed earth, as she races. She knows he is out there, following her and she is scared of what he will do once he catches her.

He is watching her as she runs past. He can smell her terror and it makes his heart slow and his mind clear. His focus is only on her, she will be his tonight. He stalkes behind her, quiet and sure.

Her breath coming in short gasps, fear choking her and she feels a scream starting at the back of her throat. She rushes onward through the night, tree branches grabbing at her clothing. She can hear a low growl from behind her and she jumps forward.

He has come close enough to her now that he can smell her. He deliberately starts making noise, so she can hear him coming. He wants her to be afraid.... His desire to attack her is clamoring inside him like a wild animal struggling to free itself from a cage.

She runs, terrified now, she can hear him behind her and the word "flee" echos through her body like a ringing bell. Run! Flee! Escape! She is stumbling an gasping for breath, she wonders what made her agree to this game. It's just a game she tells herself over and over.

This game is fear and fear is winning.

He waits until her terror peaks and then in that moment he strikes. Grabbing her and pulling her to the ground. His hands are tearing at her clothes and hair. She is whimpering and trying to get away, her nails raking in claws over him.

His low growl is in her ear as her scent fills his nostrils and, overcome with lust, he bites her neck hard. He can taste her blood and her fear and his desire drives him to madness. He is plunging into her depths and pinning her to the ground with his weight. He cares only to take her power from her. He cares only to feed the beast within.

She struggles and turns trying to crawl away and he is on her back, pushing her flat into the earth. He pushes his cock into her ass, raping her brutally. She is screaming and gasping and it serves only to push his need deeper. He abandons his humanity in this moment and he is beauty in chaos. She is an instrument he uses to this purpose.

She is broken now and laying crushed and broken beneath him. What has he done.... his bloodlust flees and he curls her into his embrace. She clings to him and he pulls he back from the dangerous precipice where he nearly abandoned her.


The prearranged hunt has yet to happen, there are reasons to fear the dark.