(This story and its characters are strictly fictional. The writing is simply done to keep a bit of creativity. My goal is an entertaining story with a bit of sexual activity. The chapters are written as I find time, which is not often, and may seem a bit broken as i go months without adding to the story.)
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Three hours had passed since Vanak had fucked the whore in front of Selene. The rage and anger he felt towards the twisted Vampire hadn't eased much but it was late and Rachel, his girlfriend, would be worried if he didn't make it home soon.
The right thing to do would be to explain to his beloved Rachel the truth thus releasing Selene's hold over him but how do you explain to your soul mate that you killed her sister ten years ago without her freaking out and leaving? Vanak was uncertain he could deal with both the hate that Rachel would then have towards him nor the memories of his relationship with Lauren and her slow death. A Lycanthropic plague is a terrible thing particularly when you are the carrier.
Vanak's thoughts returned to the now. The rundown apartment building stood in front of him. A four family flat in a shithole suburb that stunk of alcohol and filth...and that was without the heightened senses of a Shifter. The door to the building sat crooked on its top hinge and didn't come within two feet of closing even after he walked through and pulled the handle behind him and heading up the stairs two at a time.
2C. The door wasn't locked when he twisted the handle and went into the dimly lit apartment. Drab yellow walls with the paint peeling in places and a few holes in the drywall gave a dull look to the sparsely furnished living room. A single couch with a few cushions, several pillows on the floor in front of a small, blaring TV that shared a table with a single bulb lamp. At least Rachel was a good housekeeper and their home was well kept no matter the neighborhood and paint.
Sniffing the air he smiled at the scent of a roast cooking in the crock pot. Even in human form all of his senses, like other Shifters, were way above the average human and he quickly picked out the pleasant smell of his dinner while walking quietly into his apartment. The kitchen, a small strip of tile with a stove and refrigerator, came into view off the living room but was empty. Reaching over he clicked the TV's 'off' button and listened for a brief moment before his smile grew. They had a visitor.
Moving silently down the hallway it didn't take Shifter hearing to catch soft moaning coming from the bedroom but the near undetectable odor of arousal hung strongly in the air and his animal nature devoured the scent, his cock stirring to life.
"Mmm, yeah, that's the spot." A female voice came from his bedroom and it definitely wasn't Rachel's. Too deep with a hint of a Spanish accent.
The bedroom door was not shut tight and, while not going out of his way to be quiet, he eased the door open just enough to slide into the room unnoticed. His assumption was correct and the voice did belong to their neighbor that lived in the apartment below them. Anna Juarez, 19 year old newlywed who's husband was away on military duty and found herself alone in a new city.
The long black hair of the Puerto Rican girl framed her dark, attractive face that had a thin sheen of sweat on it. She was laying back, arms supporting her slim upper body, and totally nude. Her small breasts were firm and set high on her chest unaffected by gravity and age just like the rest of her smooth figure. Her nipples, almost black in color, sat in the middle of a huge areola that nearly covered her entire breast. Her stomach was flat and smooth with a glint of jewelry coming from her navel. Her long legs spread wide across the disheveled bed.
