Luna's Sokjan (Book one)
red hair complete with curling ran
horns, flashing red eyes, and white fangs that hung almost to his
lower jaw. He stretched out his black wings as far as the
confinements of the room would allow. Displaying the red veins that
line the smooth skin. On the end of each hand, long fingers curled
into eagle like talons. He threw his head back and laughed
again.
    “Not a wolf after all but
a tiger. Come little kitten, let me make you all mine.” He said in
a strange purring sound.
    I sprung at him hitting
his upper body mass causing us to fly backwards. We crashed into
the entertainment center. I bit and clawed at his neck while he dug
all ten talons into my back. I roared in pain and leapt off of him.
Blood poured from the talon wounds. He had torn my sides from the
middle of my back to stomach.
    Through narrowed eyes, I
watched him slowly get to his feet and growl at me. Power smacked
me in the chest again, but this time it was weaker strike and I
snarled at him, my turn. The strength of my power picked him up off
his feet and slammed him to the ground. I was on him in a heartbeat
sinking my teeth into his throat, and he dug his claws into my
wounded sides again causing me excruciating pain. For just a
second, I closed my eyes against the pain and drowned in the
glorious taste of his blood as it filled my mouth.
    The magic in his blood
made me heady with power and only added to my blood lust. I
struggled against my lust, knowing that if I crossed that invisible
line. I might never be able to come back. With one mighty jerk of
my head, I ripped out his throat. His hands tighten once in pain
before falling away from me. I spit out the bloody meat as I moved
off his limp body. I paced back and forth working through my desire
to consume him. I shifted back to my human form and peered down at
him. My gaze lingered on the bloody hole that was once his
throat.
    “Welcome to earth, Zmeu.”
His eyes opened at his name, and we stared at each
other.
    Now, I wanted to talk, “I
honestly didn’t think you’d make it this easy. I was hoping to beat
on you a little longer before you shifted.” I saw shock in his eyes
as I spoke. “Oh yes, I knew you were a demon under your human hide.
Even you can’t hide the taste of your blood.” I said as I knelt
down beside him. “I hope you had a good time. You should have
stayed with human blood. Going after the shape-shifter blood was
your big mistake.” Flipping my wrist, I created a long black dagger
in my hand and his eyes laughed at me. “Yes, I know I can’t kill
you. Just the body that you have taken, but I have a surprise for
you.” I purred to him. “Water Spirit, are you here?” I called out.
The room grew cold, and a smoky misty form appeared before
me.
    “Yes, Golden Witch, I am
here.” It answered.
    With a grim smile, I cut
out his heart and offered the still beating organ to the spirit.
The wraith attacked my hand to consume the blood, and the spirit of
the demon. The mist changed through a rainbow of colors as it
fed.
    “I have paid the price for
your service, our bond is done.” I said.
    I watched the rainbow
colored mist disappear taking the spirit of the demon with
it.
    The rain was still pouring
down when I walked out of the house. Stretching my arms out wide I
walked into the yard, letting the cold rain cleanse my bloody pain
racked body and calm my spirit.
    “It is done, Great Mother,
the killer has paid for his crime. Come and shine on your children
once more.” I called out to the moonless night as lightening arched
across the dark sky.
    Slowly, I made my way back
to the SUV tired, bleeding, and hurting everywhere. Opening the
back door, I climbed in to dry off and get dressed. By the time I
was finished, my teeth were chattering from the cold. Climbing over
the seats proved a difficult task and it made my hurting side start
bleeding again. After starting the engine, I just sat there with
the heat on full blast until I was warm again before driving away.
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