| Her moist warmth enveloped his manhood deliciously, as he began pumping into her with long deep powerful strokes. He continued his intense pumping, the sensation of fulfilment becoming ever intense. He hit his own peak, then gently kissed her for a few moments. His desire satisfied, he climbed off of her. Although the love making was hot and intense, he could have lasted all night with her. However he needed rest. He never knew when a cry for help would come to him. He lay there, panting, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. He stood as she dressed, going over to his money purse, and extracting ten pieces of gold. He handed it to her, saying, �Here.� She smiled taking the gold, replying, �That was worth being on the house handsome, but a girl has to eat.� He remained silent, only a slight smile on his lips. She left his room quietly, closing the door behind her. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. If he was ever going to find Avatar and his right-hand servant Nestafil, he had to get some leads as to the bloodsucker�s whereabouts. He had to stop him before someone else suffered at his slimy hands. He lay back on the bed, closing his eyes in exhaustion, despair and frustration. He was asleep almost immediately. He awoke to an insisting pounding on his door. Rolling over, he yelled, �What is it?� The voice of a young man came through the door in reply. �Sir, I must speak with you!� �Oh great,� he grunted, standing up. He dressed, going over to the door. He threw it open to find a young boy, no more than ten and seven years of age standing out in the hallway. A little on the cranky side at having been disturbed, he barked, �What do you want?� The boy eyed him in fascination and began stammering in a hurried manner. Knowing what Walter was, he was quite understandably a little ntimidated. �We need your help,� he said desperately. �Who�s we?� �My village,� he panted, �they sent me to find you. I�ve been traveling for most of the night and better part of the morning....we�ve been attacked by vampires two nights in a row, and it is very likely that they�ll attack again.� �How many villagers are dead?� he asked the boy. �Ten.� A cold chill ran through Walter as he wondered if his quarry were responsible. If Avatar was the one doing it, he could avenge his family at last. Allowing the boy inside, he asked him, �Tell me, do these vampires follow a leader?� �Aye, but we don�t know his name.� Damn . . . He looked down to see the boy holding an extremely large money purse. He offered it to him, saying, �Here, it�s all the money we have in the village.� Walter felt a powerful twinge of guilt, but he knew this went way beyond money. He sighed, then asked, �Where is your village?� �To the east,� the boy replied. �It�s a full day�s walk from here if we hurry.� Walter considered this, knowing the moon�s cycle was at it�s peak, which would empower him with the ultimate strength he would need to vanquish his enemies. �Very well. We leave shortly,� he said with a slight smile. His stomach growled as he asked, �Hey, you hungry?� He watched as the barmaid that he had enjoyed the night before sat two steaming loaves of bread before them. As she turned to leave, Walter grabbed her arm, saying, �Some fruit and nuts as well please.� �Sure,� she replied with a seductive smile. The dining area was virtually empty in the tavern as most people were out doing their daily activities. As they ate, Walter asked the boy about the situation in his village. The answer was horrible, but not surprising. �There are only a few of us left. Whoever the vampires didn�t kill, they changed. Even members of my family . . . .� The boy�s voice trailed off as he fought to keep from sobbing. He looked at the floor, remaining silent. Walter knew this pain quite well. He reached out, touching the boy�s arm. �Hey, easy. It�ll be alright. I promise you, I will avenge your family.� The boy nodded, tears in his eyes but didn�t reply. After the young man regained his composure, Walter asked him, �How many in your village still live?� �Twenty, maybe. We were a village of about three hundred or so before they came.� �Well, as soon as we finish our breakfast, we�ll leave for your village, alright?� The boy nodded eagerly, as they continued eating in silence. The bright morning sun shone down on them, giving a terrific view of the surrounding mountain range and the valley itself. It was an incredibly breathtaking landscape that they strolled through. As they made their way along the road, the two made conversation to pass the time and the boy finally got the nerve to ask him what it was like to be a werewolf. Walter looked at him a moment, then replied, �Painful, in more ways than one.� �Oh, you mean . . . you lost someone?� the boy asked. The boy was not as innocent as he looked. Walter hesitated, then said, �Aye. My entire family was slaughtered by vampires. That�s why I . . .� �Do what you do,� the boy finished for him. �Aye.� This boy reminded him of Shakara. He didn�t want to think of something happening to him. He already felt guilty for four other deaths. There would not be a fifth. Don�t get emotionally involved he told himself, you�re too close to your goal to let a vampire use him to get to you. He knew he was responsible for the deaths of his family. |
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