Feed the Hunger - 9/? (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see prologue.
Thanks for all your support! A big hug to Lirpa, who is always there to encourage me to write more!
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~TRISH'S POV~
I smile as I hear my prey making his way up the long, dark stairwell. My fangs descend.
The strong scent of the slayer almost makes me nauseous. He is a true-blood, a direct descendant of.........
Wait.
He's a McMahon!
He's young. He must be the son of Vince McMahon.
I hear him cursing under his breath as he fumbles up the stairs. I listen closely.
"Fuck! My father and his bright fucking ideas. Kill the bitch and her new male fledgling and you will inherit what's
mine. Well fuck it! I don't want to be a vampire hunter the rest of my life, all I want is his money."
I smile as I move closer, my footsteps too light to be heard. I watch amused as he slips through the exit door and
walks over to Chris' room
How did he know what room?
I watch him pull out two wooden stakes from his gym bag.
"Are those for me?" I whisper as I descend upon him. Before he can scream, my hand clamps over his mouth as
my fangs sink into his neck.
He drops the stakes as he struggles helplessly in my unbreakable grip, a small whimper escapes his throat when he
realizes that I'm too strong.
I only drink enough to subdue him, for I know that my master will want to terminate this one personally after he
has interrogated him.
As he goes limp in my arms, I knock my secret knock for Chris, who immediately opens the door.
"Are you alright?" He asks concerned.
I grin, "Better than alright. I just caught Vince McMahon's son."
He looks at me confused, but I will fill him in on the details later.
We carry Stacy's body back to her apartment. I decide to place her in the bathtub. Her damn long legs were hard
to bend and position, but I managed without breaking them. I sliced her wrists upwards, slicing the veins wide
open. There wasn't much blood, but I turned the shower on slow to hide that fact. Her death could be classified as
suicide.
Chris stares at her for a moment, horrified by what he had just done.
"You'll get over it," I whisper, pulling him with me. Together we pick up the unconscious man and carry him back
to the hidden lair.
~MARCUS' POV~
I listen to the two slayers as they try to find a way into my lair without making too much noise. I have to hold back
the chuckle as I close in on them. Jason almost giggles, but Adam quickly silences him.
Vince McMahon sent the pair, but how the fuck did he know where I was?
I decided to listen to them for a few minutes. The oldest and biggest one was Albert. He was easily recognizable
with all the piercings he had.
The other was named Drew. A tall, muscular blond, who followed Albert obediently.
I sniff the air and frown. McMahon's scent is all over the young Drew. He must be one McMahon's many lovers.
Interesting.
Adam and Jason grow restless and want to attack, but I hold them back with a slight growl.
I lunge out of my hiding place, too quickly for human eyes to detect and descend upon Albert. I hit hard across the
back of his head, knocking him unconscious.
Drew eyes widen as he looks down at his partner. He actually drops the stake as he starts to back away.
He doesn't go far. Adam and Jason are there to stop him as they bare their fangs. He whimpers as he turns back
around to face me.
"Please....," he begs most pitifully.
I grab him and pull him to me. He whimpers louder as my lips brush across his exposed neck. His entire body is
trembling. I grin as I place him into one of my trances. Maybe, just maybe, I might offer him the dark gift.
He would make a strong vampire warrior.
I would love to see Vince when Drew entered his bedroom as a vampire. I chuckle as I lead him away, followed
by Adam and Jason as they carry Albert, arguing over who gets to feed first.
The only safe place for us is the secret lair. Hopefully, the wizard doesn't know where it's at.
~RHYNO'S POV~
I smile hungrily at the two frightened slayers that I have cornered in the garage.
"Please....," the younger one begs. He's quite cute and he would blend in perfect with my other pups.
My eyes flicker to the other one.
"Mangy wolf," the other one growls as he fumbles in his bag for something to kill me with.
"Brock!" The young one screams as I lunge at his huge, muscular partner, my teeth sinking into his huge gorilla
neck as I tear at it, ripping a huge chunk of flesh away.
The huge man falls to his knees as blood spurts from his neck.
The young screams as Brock falls face first on the ground in a puddle of blood.
I smile as I lick my teeth.
"Please don't hurt me," the young one begs as his body starts to tremble. He starts to cry as he watches me morph
back into my human form. "What's your name little boy?" I growl.
"B-i-l-l-y.....Billy Kidman," he whispers, growing pale as I stalk toward him, his eyes glued to my huge penis that
sways freely between my legs.
"Billy," I whisper, savoring the name.
I grab him by the hair and pull him closer, sniffing him. No others scent was on him. He hadn't been claimed in
some time.
I hear a click and I turn around. My eyes widen at the priest pointing a gun at me, no doubt filled with silver
bullets.
"Don't move," the priest growls.
I pull Billy closer, placing him between me and the barrel of the priest's gun.
I notice Shannon out of the corner of my eye. He's stalking the priest.
A smile slides across my face. My precious Shannon is hungry, very hungry.
"Let the boy go," the priest demands.
"I don't think so," I whisper as I watch Shannon descend upon the priest, knocking the gun away.
Just as Shannon is about to rip the priests throat out, he stops.
"Shane?" He whispers, whimpering as he looks at me and then to the priest.
"Kill him," I hiss, holding Billy to me tightly.
"I can't," he whimpers, "I love him."
~TBC~
