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| Night By: Night Wolf In the life of humans, most people never get a glimpse at the life of the night, but one man will not only get a glimpse; he will be pull down into a world of hellish creatures and demons from your worst nightmares. He will come face to face with the master of night and the father of hell. John Young is an ordinary guy with an ordinary life, but for some odd reason he has never belonged. At the age of fifteen he was in love only to have his heart ripped out. Now ten years later, he finally starts a the quest to find his true-self. As he walks down the alleyways of New York City on a cold, crips night. He feels a sudden uneasy feeling of being watched. As he quickens his steps, he hears the sound of heavy breathing from behind him. He breaks in to a run, now feeling glad he stays in shape. Into the lights of the city that never sleeps, he runs, hoping for safety within the crowds of people moving here and there. "Who in the hell is after me!" the thought runs through his head at the speed of light. Quickly catching his breath. Trying not to look out of place, he follows the crowd till he comes to a well-known bar. The Den is a rough, smoke filled night club full of card sharks, gang members, and prositutes from the inner alleys of the city. Hoping to find a payphone, John enters the smoke filled room. As the doors swing closed the hoes move in for the prey,but are blown off like snowflakes in the winter wind. To his dismay the phone is out off order. As he goes to the bar and order a drink. After finding a dark deserted corer table, he starts to try and understand what had happen to him today. The uneasy feeling of being watched starts to settle over him again. As he looks around cautionly he catches a dark brown headed women at the bar starig in his direction. As she gets up and in his direction he calms down a bit knowing that he was still worked up over the days experiences. She sits down and looks at him with her thin slitted eyes. She says, "Hi, I am Light." with a voice the could calm a storm. "Excuse me!" thinking that he miss heard her. I said, "Hi, I am Light," this time with a little bit of humor in her voice, "don't worry everyone does that." "Damn she is fine!" thought John as they talked for what seemed like hours. The rest of the night went by in a blur all he remembers is that he spent it with her. The next day, after he caught a cab to his apartment he spent the next week want the weekend to arrive early so he could see her again. Light walks into a office, the blinds are pulled and the room is flooded with the color of red for the over head chandeliers. The man behind the large cherry wood office desks is the head of the walkers. He controls the walker of the night and is almost pure evil. "Light, how nice of you to grace us with your presence. You know that you are over due, so why have you come to me?" Dem says with the evil smile. "I have come to ask for the right to have a child." Star says with an grin for two reasons: first Dem can not say no without a damn go reason, and second because she knows that it caught he off guard. "You know that we must gather the number together before we do something like that." says Dem with a look of confusion on his face. The thought running through his head, " What is she up to now." "No, I mean the old way. The way of the ancient ones. The vampires and vampiress way. The way that I have devoted my life to." knowing that it is the way that Dem has try to destory since the begin of his reign of power. To him these ways are dangerous to the breed. His childern are the only thing that he has left. the ways are a threat to him. "The Ways are baned; you know that." Dem now half scaried for these ways almost destroyed him in his struggle for power. Now the only one he hasto answer to is Dura, the ancient one. At the highest rank of the race you are careful what you do. "No, you have banded the old ways from the new ones; You have not the power or strenght to band those of equal powers. I have come not to ask for permission, but out of respect for your office and Dura." She knows that the last part is only half true; because, if she had not come it would be a strike agianst Dura. "What you say is true and since you were respectable about it, I will allow you to have a child. You will be responsible for his actions and his well-being." Knowing very well it will not work, or if it does it may end-up killing him. As the clock strikes eight, John walks into the Den and has a seat in the far corner. He had agreed on being there at eight-thirty, so he decide to come early and try to find out a little more about this angel of the night. As he sets there thinking, he doesn't see Light sneaking around behind him. He doesn't even notice that she is there until she wraps her arms around his neck a starts nibble on his ear. He turn and as their lips touch an alarm, warning him of the point of no return has been reached, starts going off in his head. His world starts to spin the only thing that comes into focus is her face, the face of his angel. As they start dancing she draws him a little closer wirh every step. With her head lying on his shoulder, she whispers, "Lets go to my place." As they walk through the door into the apartment; Light turn and lets her lips find their way to his. The world seems to stop at this moment to let them play out what ever they want to. His hands start to roam over her white silky skin. First, to her shoulders slowly pushing her shoulder strap off of her shoulder and letting it hang by her arm. Then his lips take place of his hands causing her to goan in pleasure. Seconds, after she had slipped out of the dress, he takes one nipple at a time into his hand and massages them before sucking them into full length. As they make their way to the bed, shedding clothing as they go, he thinks, "Damn here I am doing this, and I don't know a damn thing about her!" This thought is drowned by the rush of pleasure that is a side-affect of being with her. |
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