Twelve days had passed. Twelve days of constant hunting. Twelve days nearly wasted. Twelve days that finally led to this moment.
Morgan, son of house Tristane, lord of castle Siremen, and elite vampire hunter, finally tracked his prey to this location. He quietly walked through the decrepit old cabin, careful to watch every corner. Careful to halt at every creek. After all, this was his most dangerous target yet. The most dangerous vampire.
Vefearra, a vampire lordess unlike the land had seen since Laleriss roamed. Entire villages decimated. Missing children. Countless men killed. Not a single atrocity went undone. Destruction followed her every step. Fear enveloped those who so much as dared to speak her name.
Tonight, that would all end.
Winter's fury relentlessly pounded against the walls. Morgan continued deeper. Many vampires fell before the young prodigy. No matter their power, intellect, or speed, none could survive him. Only half the age of most renown vampire hunters, the 25 year-old man knew no fear. He knew no defeat. He knew no one who could best him.
The cellar was colder than expected. It chilled nearly as harshly as the air outside. Morgan clutched his wolf-fur cloak tightly to himself. To avoid detection, he breathed steadily with a clenched jaw.
Rounding the corner, there she was. Vefearra, the one feared above all else. The one all knelt before. The one no hunter walked away from.
Despite everything known of her, none mentioned her incredible beauty. Tall - more than most men. Curvaceous and supple - yet thin. Warm auburn hair - just above her bosom.
Additionally, despite her reputation, her past deeds, her morals, Morgan could not help but feel enchanted by her presence. Unlike any other vampire indeed. This, even the young prodigy could not deny.
Still, son of Benson Tristane, Morgan could not allow his mind to be clouded. The mission was decided. His mind was set.
Without hesitation, the young prodigy launched a dagger, striking his target in the shoulder and causing a screech. As she wrenched it free, he wasted no time unraveling the family whip next and splitting the air. A single blow scorched the vampire's pale skin, blackening and shriveling her silky skin. Vefearra lashed out in anger, yelping from every blow taken.
The vampire lordess crashed against the wall with the final blow. In her dazed state, Morgan found an opening. Drawing his sword and charging forth, the young prodigy thrusted his blade straight through the vampire's chest, piercing her heart.
Vefearra collapsed. On her knees she knelt before Morgan. The young prodigy. The only man in existence to ever force her into such a compromising position. Though battered she was, her hair still hung with grace from her bowed head. Not a single hair strayed from the rest. Even in defeat, she truly was a beauty.
Morgan retrieved the metal shackles blessed by the churches to hold whoever they should bind. Locking both her hands behind her back, he no longer remained on high alert. Unsheathing his blade from the cage of her bones, Morgan flicked it free of the taint.
He looked down at the vampire. Although proud he was, prideful he was not. He did not boast. He did not scoff. He did not enjoy his victory. Instead, he merely raised his sword for the finishing blow.
"Wait," Vefearra huffed. "Wait."
"No," Morgan coldly replied.
"Wait!" she pleaded. "Please."
Morgan could not explain why, but he obliged.
The metal shackles rustled from the vampire's struggles.
"You'll never be free of those. Not unless I deem it so," Morgan informed.
"You would truly do something so cruel to a woman?"
"You are no woman. You are a monster. A beast. No more than an animal, actually."
Vefearra scoffed. "Wow. Incredible with your words, aren't you? Surely you must sleep alone at night."
"Indeed I do. Gladly in fact."
"Oh well that can't be true," the vampire cooed. "Every man needs a woman beside him. If only to warm those chilly hearts."
"Aye. I will agree. A man does need a woman by his side. 'Specially on a night cold as this one. But again--"
"I'm no woman," Vefearra pouted. "So everyone says. I'm just some animal. To be kicked aside and disregarded."
"I'm glad you understand. Now..." Morgan raised his sword once more. Never before had he allowed a target time before their death. He needed to finish this now.
"Do you ever feel lonely out there, hunter?"
Morgan's arm froze in place again.
"I do. Surely you must understand what it is like - traveling all by your lonesome. I crave companionship. Just as everyone else does. I do not wish to be a monster. Nor an animal. I only wish to be human. I only wish to feel. And to love. Won't you spare me? You won't allow me this?"
Though mature Vefearra's outward appearance was, her last request sounded reminiscent of a child. Her eyes gleamed with hope and fear, as an innocent's would. There was purity there. Even in the darkness of the cellar, with only a single torch to light the room, Morgan saw the glimmer in her eyes.
"I cannot let you live. Not after all you've committed. It is my sworn duty to hunt your kind."
"Is it also your duty to slay the defenseless?" Vefearra struggled against her bindings again. She whimpered like a helpless stray when it proved futile again.
"Cease your actions. Those shackles were blessed by the holy fathers. You will never break free of them."
A defeated groan escaped Vefearra's lips. She frowned and pouted. Then a sparkle of mischief shimmered in her eye. She noticed something she had not until now. "You're staring at me."
The vampire hunter cocked his head to the side. "What?"
A devilish grin crept across her face. Although covered in blood and sweat, the glistening liquids only helped to draw the eye. The vampire lordess tilted her chin up and presented her chest out with an arched back. She sighed invitingly. Hot steam rose from her plump lips.
"Is that your heartbeat I hear?" she smiled. "Sounds like someone is getting excited. Like what you see?"
Morgan swallowed hard. He could not deny it. He certainly could not deny his hardening cock. She was right. He found her incredibly beautifully, more so than any other vampire. Or woman.
Not to mention, her revealing apparel left little to the imagination. Large breasts expected of a nursing mother. Flat, defined tummy with a thin waist. Wide hips. And toned thighs along with long legs. All that was left to wonder was how she looked fully naked. Also, how she felt.
"You can do whatever you want. Simply release me. That's all you need to do, hunter. Please?"
For a moment, Morgan considered her proposal. For a moment he thought of throwing his duty to the side, throwing his life mission to the side, throwing his promise to the side. He stepped forth and allowed the sword to fall from his hand. He stared into Vefearra's eyes, and she into his.
