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[curiousnotmalicious]

It had only been months since Dutch had started hunting vampires, but somehow it was starting to feel like her calling in life. A handful of iffy clues had led her to the house in the quiet suburban neighborhood, but judging by the blacked out windows she was looking at Dutch was all but certain she’d found the vampire she’d been looking for. She parked her car about a block away and walked in the daylight, certain her target would be sleeping, to the front door. Crossing her metaphorical fingers, Dutch only hoped that none of the neighbors would snoop or ask questions as to why there was a suspicious woman picking a lock on one of their picturesque houses. Luckily, she managed to get inside.

Her arsenal of weapons was pretty bare compared to what she was used to carrying with her. Dutch only toted her sword and a gun. She figured she would make short work of the Las Vegas vampire. There was only one of him. No need for grenades or other fancy weapons like the ones her mentor back home created in his spare time. Those were meant for nests. She’d behead this one and be on her merry way with another win under her belt.

As Dutch crept through the house, she practically held her breath. Setrakian, the old man who had taught her everything she knew about vampires, would have emphasized that silence was key when walking through a nest of sleeping vampires. Dutch always took his words to heart. Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, but she kept it low at her side. Her gun was tucked into the back of her jeans. Wherever he was, she was ready for him.

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[400yearsofsurvival]

For a moment, he just breathed in that fear. It was practically mouth watering. It was a different aroma, different flavor for every single person. With her it was sharp and fierce, mingled with anger. Someone we knew and understood the fear, who had felt it before, who knew what it all meant. It focused it all, making it that much more acute. That much more alluring.

"You'll get neither..." he breathed against her ear, yanking her head hard to the side.

His fangs sank into to her throat. Suddenly, but not forcefully. There was a near gentleness to his bite, as if intentionally avoiding anything major. This meant he would not drink deeply, but rather sip slowly. Savoring every drop. He didn't want her to perish or turn any time soon.

[curiousnotmalicious]

“No!” It was one word, shouted out and filled with sadness and despair. If this one was anything like the ones she’d dealt with before, her fate was already sealed. Her eyes welled up with tears that never quite made it down her cheeks. Dutch wouldn’t let herself cry in front of him. It was the last thing she had to hold onto – her pride.

Having her blood drained was such an odd sensation. She could tell that he wasn’t drinking a lot, but she could still feel her life flowing out of her. It was terrifying. Dutch did all she could to keep from trembling.

“What are you going to do to me?” It was a question she’d asked before in a very similar situation, but now she was even more unsure about her fate. Of course he’d never intended to let her go, but if he wasn’t going to kill her then what was he going to do with her? Wondering about the possibilities made her feel sick to her stomach.