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Utahime ran.
One might think that being a three-hundred and thirty-one years old cold-blooded vampire would come with its perks. Give her some kind of advantage and experience when it came to dealing with their enemies.
How false that was!
“No point runnin, Hime~”
Utahime grit her teeth and increased her pace despite the ache in her heels. She was tired and famished. She hadn't had a drop of blood in the last three days. Whilst the man chasing her was speeding right behind her on his motorcycle.
“I'll catch ya~~”
She cringed at the teasing tone. If she were caught, she wouldn't be stabbed with a stake or burnt on a pyre. No. She would suffer a fate far worse. For this hunter– this annoying human being with a puny life span of hundred years– would shackle her to him for life. He had taken an uncanny liking to her and was hellbent on keeping her at his side. Utahime gagged at the mere thought of it and ran faster.
She came to a skidding halt upon a crossroad and instead of taking the quiet, forest path, she ran through the bustling streets of the market, hoping to lose him amongst the throngs of loud and excited buyers and sellers.
How wrong she was!
This man– Satoru Gojo– was the strongest hunter of his time and far more stubborn than the regular humans that she was used to attacking and biting. He had been following her ever since his first day as a qualified hunter.
He let his bike run over food stalls and destroy everything in his way, completely ignorant of the people yelling profanities at him.
“Utahiimeee~~” He crooned over the noisy roar of his motorcycle. “I'm coming for you~”
“Leave me alone you sicko!”
She had killed countless humans yet this one she couldn't ever bear to face. This man confounded her.
She continued running, already way past the market now. But Gojo chased merrily after her, his motorcycle's tires smoother on the grassy lands that led into the woods.
This was getting dangerous. She was a heaving mess of sweat and weary limbs, overwhelmed by the faintest scent of blood. Her thirst for it was heightening due to the pathetic state she was in. And if she didn't escape this man soon enough, then she'd suck his neck dry.
Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe that would finally shut him up.
She blinked in shock and shook her head wildly. To think she even entertained such an impure thought. She wasn't so weak as to let herself give into her natural instincts and jump the first man in sight. Especially if the said man was a weirdo, who by the way was supposed to absolutely abhor thr existence of supernatural beings. Hate her; Not leer at her!
Thud!
So lost she was in her turbulent contemplation that she ended up bumping into a tree bark and falling on her ass. Shit!
The screeching sound of halting tires caught her ears when she had been rubbing her head. Shit! Shit! Shit!
“You okay?”
A hand reached out but she crawled back on her elbows and heels. “Stay away from me you filthy human!”
“Tch. So mean.” Gojo placed a hand over his heart and pouted.
Utahime scanned his form from head to toe, trying to keep her eyes and her mind focused on the array of lethal weapons strapped all over him. Trying to keep her mind settled on anything but the strong, heady scent of his delicious blood. Get up! She told herself. She really needed to get away from him.
Gojo also seemed to have taken note of her desperation, for he grinned down at her shaky breaths and sore legs. “Hmmm?? Can't run anymore?”
She didn't respond, eyes too lost staring at his long, inviting neck.
He chuckled darkly. “You're so weak, Utahime. Can't even survive without my blood.”
“How dare you!? Respect vampires! You Humans are inferior to our kind.”
“What's that? You wanna sink your teeth into my neck?”
She felt disgusted for licking her lips at his suggestion.
Three hundred years.
She had lived three hundred years longer than him. She was far more experienced than him. She could see and feel far more than he could ever begin to fathom. She was his natural predator and he, her prey. She couldn't tolerate any more humiliation from him.
On quivering legs, she stood up. Bad move. He immediately backed her into the bark of the same tree she had bumped into earlier. With a muscly arm leaning against the bark and his crotch pressed into her belly, he looked down at her.
“Now now, ” He used the other hand to wrap her leg around his waist, fingers digging tightly into the softness of her thigh. “I'm merely trying to help.”
“I don't– ahhh...” She couldn't help the moan as she felt something hard rub pleasurably against her core.
He let his head rest in the crook of her neck, lips murmuring against her skin. “Come on, Hime. Bite me. You know you want to.”
She blushed. She had no idea what was going on in his twisted head. It was fascinating that he was far more interested in being intimate with her than actually killing her. But even more fascinating (and disappointing) was her own interest in him. She may have been denying her blatant attraction towards him but at such proximity, it was impossible to not get a taste.
Utahime opened her mouth and drew out her fangs, slowly sinking them into his neck.
The first drop of blood was so heavenly she moaned again. It was so unbecoming of her to let herself do this. But she took another gulp and another and another, already feeling her strength returning to her numb limbs.
She kept sucking more and more, relishing his approving groans until he harshly tore away and kissed her instead, his blood smearing both of them's lips.
He pulled away and squeezed her thigh possessively. “See? That wasn't so hard.”
Utahime averted her gaze. This wasn't good at all. For a mere human, he held too much power over her and she couldn't admit that she kinda liked it. Always anticipated their daily encounters. Enjoyed the thrill of being chased by him.
“Now then,” He picked her up into his arms and dropped her onto his motorcycle, immediately sitting behind and starting the engine. “I'll let you have more. Everyday. When..”
His blood was making her delirious, clouding her mind. Now that she had actually tasted it, she realized how much more she craved it. And so she turned her head, practically salivating, and asked, “When?”
He smiled wickedly, seeming far more demonic than she– an actual vampire– could ever be. “When we get back to my place and you let me taste your blood so I can become one of your kind.”
“Wh-What?”
“Then I'll let you suck my neck and my cock. And I'll fuck you for an eternity and more.”
“No wait!!” Utahime retorted despite feeling her knees go weak at his crude choice of words.
“Too late.” He wagged a finger and Utahime felt a mixture of desire and dread pool in her belly. “You shouldn't have let me catch you.”