I levitated her down through the skylight of my roof, lowering her lightly onto my dark chocolate colored couch. It was very dim here, in my lair. A one room, open plan warehouse loft, bathroom downstairs, not that I needed it but I had human friends... sometimes. I conjured a tiny, bright ball of green witch-fire as I landed lightly, feet first on the light tan wooden floor beside the couch. Her porcelain features looked odd as the green light fell on them. Her black hair fell around her face, framing her strong, almost square, jawline and the hooked nose. As I collected the cloth bandages and hot water I would need for cleaning and strapping her wounds, I thought of how she had appeared in front of me in the middle of the path without a sound. The scent of her rich, cinnamon spiced blood had made it difficult for me to retain my more human outlook on an injured woman, and I had brought her here... to my lair. Why had I done that?
I looked over at her stretched out over the couch. Her ample breasts slightly rising and falling with her breathing. I so knew why I had brought her here. I wanted to run my cold, pale hands up those creamy white, muscular thighs, under her gorgeous deep green knee length skirt. I snapped out of the staring and continued moving around my place. I put the jug on in my little kitchenette, flicking on the normal lamp and extinguishing the witch-fire with a snapping motion of my wrist. It made it easier for humans to see, and even though the light hurt my eyes, I knew she'd probably feel more comfortable if she could see where she was... when she was fully conscious.
Also, now I could more clearly see the cut above her left eyebrow, it wasn't as deep as I had first thought thankfully, but she was definitely bleeding quite a bit from the gash across the back of her right shoulder. I began with the cut above her eye. It would be quick to sort out. She stirred slightly as she started to come round. It looked as though there were other shallow lacerations but she'd have to be awake when I looked for them. Her black, short sleeved shirt was shredded in the back and I wondered what could have done this, short of something like me. I hadn't sensed another in the area and I usually knew if one was on my turf. Unless they were weak and pathetic. Although I suppose weak doesn't necessarily mean less vicious, now does it? The top two buttons of her shirt had popped open. I could see the light green lace of her bra. Her dusky pink nipples showed through the lace and begged to be stroked. I imagined she would be the kind of girl that wore matching underwear, I resisted the urge to tear her clothes off right then and take her and feed on her while she was out to it. She wouldn't know the terror as I drained her dry. But I had lived so long only feeding off humans when I was given permission, that it felt wrong to do it now. She was fucking lucky though, it was close, very close.
Her lips were on the thin side and the black lipstick she wore made it more noticeable. But it wasn't unattractive on her. Her cheek bones were delicate. Like her wrists... and her shoulders. Actually, she was quite slight I noticed now that she had shifted and lay out straighter. I was much thicker, not overweight, but muscular. Definitely not as slight as her. She would be roughly 5ft. 4in. if she was standing. Her spiked heels were 3 inches high, no wonder she'd appeared my height. She had a typical hour glass figure, just the way I liked my women and I hoped she liked women too, because otherwise I was gonna make a fool of myself when I hit on her.
She started to become fully lucid as I washed the laceration on her shoulder. Her long eyelashes batted slightly as she opened her eyes and I fell in love with the summer sky blue colour of them instantly.
"Don't worry," I said calmly and quietly, "You're safe now. I don't know what happened to you, but you are in my house at the moment and its just the two of us. So you're perfectly safe."
Her smile dazzled me and I had to stop myself from biting her outright.
"Thank the Goddess. I asked her to send me some help tonight," the human said as she slowly sat up, wincing when she realised her shoulder was injured.
That's when I realised she was a witch and was glad, as she wouldn't freak out I was what I was, but I knew she'd be nervous and well... yeah... still worried. I mean I do like to drink blood... that usually worries the living.
"So, are you gonna drain me dry, vampire, or not?" The witch asked vehemently, but with a wry smile.
"To be honest... I considered it. Your blood smells terrific, little witch. Like cinnamon," I returned with as little blood lust in my voice as I could manage. Half-surprised she had picked me so easily, it had been awhile since I last fed however.
"Now if I may inquire, Lady Witch, what your name is and how you came to be injured? I'm about to make some tea, apple if you'd like some?" I said as I placed the cleaning cloth next to her on my coffee table, rose from where I was crouched beside her and walked over to the kitchenette area.
The way she looked at me made me glad I had worn the tight, black leather pants and pale blue wife-beater t-shirt that showed off my breasts. I reached up for the mugs in the top cupboard, my back to her. Giving her the opportunity to blast me into oblivion with a fireball, I could tell fire was her element from the crackle of it through her hair.
I knew I looked good, because vampires are designed to be the perfect predators, our human features refined to perfection when we turn. Its why humans find it hard to escape us. We draw them in. They desire us. I had dull average green eyes and thin, mousy brown hair before I was turned. My breasts nothing to write home about. But after the turn, my eyes started to brighten with an amber sheen and my hair became long, black and thick. Even my breasts filled out. Its hard not to notice me now. I'm also 257 years old.
When the fireball didn't come I smiled to myself slightly before turning around to make the tea.
"I love apple tea. The name is Hazel. And well to be honest, I'm a hunter."
That froze me to the spot, mid tea pouring even.
"A hunter you say. Well then, it is I who must ask you if you are going to kill me, Hazel?" We looked at each other across the room, she had no weapons but magic would have been her main weapon anyway. I, myself had some shielding magic and was faster than a bat out of hell, running away would be an easy option.
"After you have given me safe haven?" She snorted, "Hardly. Indeed, let's have this tea and we shall discuss what I am hunting as it would most likely concern yourself anyway..." Pointedly, Hazel trailed off as I hadn't given my name to her yet.
"Kalliope." I introduced myself as I settled into my arm chair next to the couch.
