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He stood there in the shadows, licking his lips.  This was typical, his late night wanderings looking for a simple thing of flesh to sustain him. His name was Ulchrain. He was four hundred years plus, and he was used to the slowness of night.  He brought a hand up to his lips and took a drag on a menthol cigarette, then flicked it into the street and started to walk. His five foot eight frame rippled, as if it was barely there. His hands and arms were long and lanky; his hair, a tangled mass of black, red, and silver.  His eyes were intense cobalt grey that, if left to their own devices, seemed to shift from gray to blue and back again. He wore a simple cloth duster with a flowing mantle, leather fingerless gloves, leather pants, black and red boots, and a simple black shirt.  His skin was pale, placid from not feeding for days, his usual fasting between meals.  He hated the gluttonous creatures that called themselves vampires nowadays; they didn’t know the skill of the hunt. They didn’t know their own strength; they only knew the lusts that the human mind made vampires to be.
                He walked down the street slowly, effortlessly. If anybody really took notice of him, they only ignored it.  He didn’t care. He was off in his own little world. He saw the pulses of the mortals as they passed below his glance.
Not a one worth eating, yet.  All sickly and deranged, nothing perfect, he thought disgustedly, two-thousand and eight years worth of recorded human history and none of them are meals.
He continued his search. He was sure he, she, or it was here. He had been pulled this way, and he usually trusted the pull. It hadn’t failed him yet. He took another drag on yet another cigarette. They didn’t really have an effect on him; it was just show.  That was when he saw her, pure pulsating fire in his gaze, and he thought:  Holy nectar! This one is made of white fire! She will do perfectly. He licked his lips. The pureness of this one!
He caught up with her easily, and started to shadow her. She was simple, in human terms, though she was dressed as if she were supposed to be in an S&M porn flick, rather than on the street. She wore a black leather collar with four O-rings; each ring had a leather strap that was fed through and attached to a leather corset.  The corset had zippers on the side and string laced up the front and the back. It pushed a small bust, maybe an A-cup into modest cleavage.  He almost gave himself away by groaning, but caught himself and continued to watch her. As she walked down an alley, he noticed that she had long brown hair that was about mid back, and she was wearing leather pants and two inch stiletto boots that made a click-click-click as she walked on the street.
"As she rounded the next corner and hit a dead end, he planted a single thought in her mind: Where are you going? Are you sure your alone, Little One? he said playfully.
She jumped, turned, and looked all around. He was hanging on to a wall well, shielded from her view. He smiled at her reaction.
“I like ‘em jumpy; makes it even juicer when I’m done with them,” he mumbled under his breath.
She started to fidget and look around, gripping at nothing, her knuckles white.  He finally swooped down, and she let out a gasp and got out of his grip, running the way she had come.  He pounded after her and cornered her in the dark corner of an enclosed parking structure. She reached for some mace in her pocket and sprayed him.  He just laughed; he had never been affected by such a thing.
He just kept laughing when he heard her whimper, “W-w-what do you want?” Her voice creaked as she tried to back further and further away, dropping the mace.
“You, pure one,” he said in a thick Germanic accent, licking his lips.
                She saw an opening and took it.  She bolted out of there, and he went after her laughing madly. As he pounded after her, this time she made it all the way to a school.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, innocent ones shouldn’t run; they should learn to stay.” He said, as he pinned her against a wall.
She struggled, and Ulchrain smiled. He flipped open a knife with a devilish gleam and cut her out of the corset and the pants. He felt the familiar sensation of silk as he probed down her body, and he also felt that the silk was moist. She was enjoying this. He smiled to himself and pulled the silk panties away and slid them into a pocket.  For later.  He unzipped his pants and slid into her, feeling the tightness of a virgin. He smiled and groaned. He started to slam into her. As she let out pained moans, he kept it up slamming into her.
Then, he leaned down and said, “I, ugh, was just going to drink you after this, but now, I think I shall keep you as a pet.” he kept slamming and thrusting into her.  He moaned as her cunt started to squeeze and eat his cock. She started to let out moans, finally giving into her animalistic lusts.  He pierced her skin as he came, and started to drink from her until she went limp in his arms.  He slid out of her and laid her down on the ground. Using the blade he had cut her clothes up with to slit his wrist, he bent down and offered it to her.  She latched on and started drinking like a greedy child.  He moaned and groaned as she took the life giving blood that he was giving her. She finally stood up on her own. He then waved his hand, and the outfit she was in was complete again. This time, the collar had a dragon laced pentacle on it, his mark.
“Welcome, Slave, to your life as my servant and my lover,” Ulchrain said.
She bowed her head, “Thank you, Master, for the gift you give me.”
Ulchrain took her hand, and they descended into the darkness of the night as immortal master and slave.  Happy now, for the first time in his life, he had finally found a pet to sustain his lusts and train.

Description
He stood there in the shadows, licking his lips.  This was typical, his late night wanderings looking for a simple thing of flesh to sustain him. His name was Ulchrain. He was four hundred years plus, and he was used to the slowness of night.  He brought a hand up to his lips and took a drag on a menthol cigarette, then flicked it into the street and started to walk. His five foot eight frame rippled, as if it was barely there. His hands and arms were long and lanky; his hair, a tangled mass of black, red, and silver.  His eyes were intense cobalt grey that, if left to their own devices, seemed to shift from gray to blue and back again. He wore a simple cloth duster with a flowing mantle, leather fingerless gloves, leather pants, black and red boots, and a simple black shirt.  His skin was pale, placid from not feeding for days, his usual fasting between meals.  He hated the gluttonous creatures that called themselves vampires nowadays; they didn’t know the skill of the hunt. They didn’t know their own strength; they only knew the lusts that the human mind made vampires to be.
                He walked down the street slowly, effortlessly. If anybody really took notice of him, they only ignored it.  He didn’t care. He was off in his own little world. He saw the pulses of the mortals as they passed below his glance.
Not a one worth eating, yet.  All sickly and deranged, nothing perfect, he thought disgustedly, two-thousand and eight years worth of recorded human history and none of them are meals.
He continued his search. He was sure he, she, or it was here. He had been pulled this way, and he usually trusted the pull. It hadn’t failed him yet. He took another drag on yet another cigarette. They didn’t really have an effect on him; it was just show.  That was when he saw her, pure pulsating fire in his gaze, and he thought:  Holy nectar! This one is made of white fire! She will do perfectly. He licked his lips. The pureness of this one!
He caught up with her easily, and started to shadow her. She was simple, in human terms, though she was dressed as if she were supposed to be in an S&M porn flick, rather than on the street. She wore a black leather collar with four O-rings; each ring had a leather strap that was fed through and attached to a leather corset.  The corset had zippers on the side and string laced up the front and the back. It pushed a small bust, maybe an A-cup into modest cleavage.  He almost gave himself away by groaning, but caught himself and continued to watch her. As she walked down an alley, he noticed that she had long brown hair that was about mid back, and she was wearing leather pants and two inch stiletto boots that made a click-click-click as she walked on the street.
"As she rounded the next corner and hit a dead end, he planted a single thought in her mind: Where are you going? Are you sure your alone, Little One? he said playfully.
She jumped, turned, and looked all around. He was hanging on to a wall well, shielded from her view. He smiled at her reaction.
“I like ‘em jumpy; makes it even juicer when I’m done with them,” he mumbled under his breath.
She started to fidget and look around, gripping at nothing, her knuckles white.  He finally swooped down, and she let out a gasp and got out of his grip, running the way she had come.  He pounded after her and cornered her in the dark corner of an enclosed parking structure. She reached for some mace in her pocket and sprayed him.  He just laughed; he had never been affected by such a thing.
He just kept laughing when he heard her whimper, “W-w-what do you want?” Her voice creaked as she tried to back further and further away, dropping the mace.
“You, pure one,” he said in a thick Germanic accent, licking his lips.
                She saw an opening and took it.  She bolted out of there, and he went after her laughing madly. As he pounded after her, this time she made it all the way to a school.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, innocent ones shouldn’t run; they should learn to stay.” He said, as he pinned her against a wall.
She struggled, and Ulchrain smiled. He flipped open a knife with a devilish gleam and cut her out of the corset and the pants. He felt the familiar sensation of silk as he probed down her body, and he also felt that the silk was moist. She was enjoying this. He smiled to himself and pulled the silk panties away and slid them into a pocket.  For later.  He unzipped his pants and slid into her, feeling the tightness of a virgin. He smiled and groaned. He started to slam into her. As she let out pained moans, he kept it up slamming into her.
Then, he leaned down and said, “I, ugh, was just going to drink you after this, but now, I think I shall keep you as a pet.” he kept slamming and thrusting into her.  He moaned as her cunt started to squeeze and eat his cock. She started to let out moans, finally giving into her animalistic lusts.  He pierced her skin as he came, and started to drink from her until she went limp in his arms.  He slid out of her and laid her down on the ground. Using the blade he had cut her clothes up with to slit his wrist, he bent down and offered it to her.  She latched on and started drinking like a greedy child.  He moaned and groaned as she took the life giving blood that he was giving her. She finally stood up on her own. He then waved his hand, and the outfit she was in was complete again. This time, the collar had a dragon laced pentacle on it, his mark.
“Welcome, Slave, to your life as my servant and my lover,” Ulchrain said.
She bowed her head, “Thank you, Master, for the gift you give me.”
Ulchrain took her hand, and they descended into the darkness of the night as immortal master and slave.  Happy now, for the first time in his life, he had finally found a pet to sustain his lusts and train.