Vampire Vs. the Hunter 2
Oh, Oh, now she's in real trouble.
Wendy licked the blood off her lips and flexed her jaw as it quickly healed. She glanced down at her arm to make sure her arm was full healed also. Then, she looked down at Billy on the floor with disgust. He'd been prepared to rape her. She swore that this would be the last time that she ever attended high school. Once every century was enough for the past 2 millenniums was enough. It wasn't worth this torment. Just as soon as she could graduate, she would stop being Wendy Wyatt and go back to being just Jezebell. Once again, she looked at the figure on the floor with disgust before bending down and altering his memory. When he woke up, he would think that he had passed out from too much alcohol.
As she washed her face, she thought about Billy. He'd obviously thought that she was some dark virgin who needed to learn a lesson. He hadn't known that she'd already been raped before. In fact, it was the reason why she was a vampire in the first place. If Zane hadn't found her that night, she probably would have died from the rape itself and the beating she suffered during it. Suddenly, the door opened and someone stepped in. Jezebell turned around to see Nicholas Wright step in. She groaned inwardly; now, she would have to play the scared helpless virgin again. She made sure that all of bruises and disheveled appearance was back in place.
"What do you want?" Jezebell said, making her voice quiver and anxiously holding her skirt down. She watched as Nicholas looked at Billy on the floor and then glanced at her with a grin on his face. As he stepped toward her, Jezebell pretended to be scared and accidentally on purpose she stepped into a corner. Soon, Nicholas was standing directly in front of her. He wrapped his hand in the top of her dress and twisted it. Jezebell let out a pretend cry of pain.
"It seems like Billy started but didn't get to finish," he said, gathering the material together in his fist. "Don't worry, I will.' He said just before he ripped the front of her dress. I spent $500 on this fucking dress, you asshole! Jezebell thought as she tried not to let her anger show. Jezebell forced out a whimper of fear as Nicholas raked his gaze down her body. "Billy probably told you that you were his," he said, glancing up at her. Jezebell made sure fear showed in her eyes. Nicholas glanced into her eyes and grinned. "He was wrong," he said, as he traced the outline of her black lace bra. "Just ask his girlfriend or should I say mine and his girlfriend." He grinned before slipping his finger on the front clasp of her bra. "Now, why don't we see want fruit I'm tasting today?" Then, Nicholas undid her bra and stared at her breasts a moment before glancing up at her.
"My little vampire isn't as little as I thought." he said. Jezebell gritted her teeth at the hated nickname. It was the worst name anybody could call her; it was too close to who she really was. As he bent his head and kissed her breasts, Jezebell tried not to gag. She let her hunger take over and bent her head toward his neck. Then, she felt the cold press of burning metal against her skin. "Don't," she heard Nicholas say as he lifted his head. Jezebell bent hers and looked at her stomach and saw a knife pressed against it. As she studied it, her stomach muscles clenched. It wasn't just any knife. It was made from flint soaked in the sun and moonlight alternately, a witch's knife, a vampire hunter's knife. She glanced back up at Nicholas.
"Now surely, you didn't think that I called you my little vampire for nothing" he said, as he rubbed the burning blade up her stomach. Jezebell's breath rushed out and this time real fear came into her eyes. She was trapped in a corner of a small bathroom with a vampire hunter who had the only blade that could not only hurt her but also kill her and she was totally defenseless. Nicholas laughed. "I knew what you were from the start. Making yourself a loner didn't help conceal your true identity, it only hinted at it. But you didn't know that, did you Jezebell?" Now, fear totally swamped her; not only was she effectively trapped by a vampire hunter but, he also knew her name. "We're going to have some fun Bell. May I call you Bell? First, I'm going to teach you how to please me sexually. I have very strange tastes and it seems like I broke up with my girlfriend." A chill of fear ran down Jezebell's spine. She knew what he meant by "broke up".
"If you please me," he continued. "I might just let you live a year or two more." Jezebell tried furvitively to think of an escape plan that didn't involve her ending up in pieces by the knife that was know at her throat. "However, first I think I'll finish unwrapping my Christmas present." Nicholas said before hunching down on the floor with the knife once more pressed against her belly. Suddenly, Jezebell came up with a plan. She prayed furvitively that it would work. She watched silently as he traced the top edge of her thong. Then, he slowed traced down the right side, ever getting closer to the apex between her thighs. When he was just about to slip his fingers between her legs, Jezebell kicked him in the throat. He made a gurgling sound as he fell back across the floor. She ran toward the door, her torn gown flying out beside her. She had just reached it (in 2 seconds) when she felt something hot pierce her right shoulder and she blacked out.
As she washed her face, she thought about Billy. He'd obviously thought that she was some dark virgin who needed to learn a lesson. He hadn't known that she'd already been raped before. In fact, it was the reason why she was a vampire in the first place. If Zane hadn't found her that night, she probably would have died from the rape itself and the beating she suffered during it. Suddenly, the door opened and someone stepped in. Jezebell turned around to see Nicholas Wright step in. She groaned inwardly; now, she would have to play the scared helpless virgin again. She made sure that all of bruises and disheveled appearance was back in place.
"What do you want?" Jezebell said, making her voice quiver and anxiously holding her skirt down. She watched as Nicholas looked at Billy on the floor and then glanced at her with a grin on his face. As he stepped toward her, Jezebell pretended to be scared and accidentally on purpose she stepped into a corner. Soon, Nicholas was standing directly in front of her. He wrapped his hand in the top of her dress and twisted it. Jezebell let out a pretend cry of pain.
"It seems like Billy started but didn't get to finish," he said, gathering the material together in his fist. "Don't worry, I will.' He said just before he ripped the front of her dress. I spent $500 on this fucking dress, you asshole! Jezebell thought as she tried not to let her anger show. Jezebell forced out a whimper of fear as Nicholas raked his gaze down her body. "Billy probably told you that you were his," he said, glancing up at her. Jezebell made sure fear showed in her eyes. Nicholas glanced into her eyes and grinned. "He was wrong," he said, as he traced the outline of her black lace bra. "Just ask his girlfriend or should I say mine and his girlfriend." He grinned before slipping his finger on the front clasp of her bra. "Now, why don't we see want fruit I'm tasting today?" Then, Nicholas undid her bra and stared at her breasts a moment before glancing up at her.
"My little vampire isn't as little as I thought." he said. Jezebell gritted her teeth at the hated nickname. It was the worst name anybody could call her; it was too close to who she really was. As he bent his head and kissed her breasts, Jezebell tried not to gag. She let her hunger take over and bent her head toward his neck. Then, she felt the cold press of burning metal against her skin. "Don't," she heard Nicholas say as he lifted his head. Jezebell bent hers and looked at her stomach and saw a knife pressed against it. As she studied it, her stomach muscles clenched. It wasn't just any knife. It was made from flint soaked in the sun and moonlight alternately, a witch's knife, a vampire hunter's knife. She glanced back up at Nicholas.
"Now surely, you didn't think that I called you my little vampire for nothing" he said, as he rubbed the burning blade up her stomach. Jezebell's breath rushed out and this time real fear came into her eyes. She was trapped in a corner of a small bathroom with a vampire hunter who had the only blade that could not only hurt her but also kill her and she was totally defenseless. Nicholas laughed. "I knew what you were from the start. Making yourself a loner didn't help conceal your true identity, it only hinted at it. But you didn't know that, did you Jezebell?" Now, fear totally swamped her; not only was she effectively trapped by a vampire hunter but, he also knew her name. "We're going to have some fun Bell. May I call you Bell? First, I'm going to teach you how to please me sexually. I have very strange tastes and it seems like I broke up with my girlfriend." A chill of fear ran down Jezebell's spine. She knew what he meant by "broke up".
"If you please me," he continued. "I might just let you live a year or two more." Jezebell tried furvitively to think of an escape plan that didn't involve her ending up in pieces by the knife that was know at her throat. "However, first I think I'll finish unwrapping my Christmas present." Nicholas said before hunching down on the floor with the knife once more pressed against her belly. Suddenly, Jezebell came up with a plan. She prayed furvitively that it would work. She watched silently as he traced the top edge of her thong. Then, he slowed traced down the right side, ever getting closer to the apex between her thighs. When he was just about to slip his fingers between her legs, Jezebell kicked him in the throat. He made a gurgling sound as he fell back across the floor. She ran toward the door, her torn gown flying out beside her. She had just reached it (in 2 seconds) when she felt something hot pierce her right shoulder and she blacked out.
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