Thread: Dark Watcher[SeraphinaxLight&lemondrop_gag]

Without much sensitivity to temperature, the season had little impact upon Kasimir Khohklov apart from scenery. So it bothered him little that he was wearing a pair of dark washed jeans trimmed at the top with a plain leather belt to hold them fast around his slim hips, or that his shirt was nondescript, a plain black tee covered with a leather jacket he didnt feel the heat. Hed only nicked it recently from some punk kid who thought he looked pretty damn cool zooming around on his crotch rocket. Thought it was pretty cool to beat up fourteen-year-olds in back alleys, too. The last time Kasimir had seen him, the boy was hanging upside down by his shoelaces, screaming for help as he turned a cold shoulder no pun intended and walked away, shrugging his new trophy on and tossing his dark brown hair over his shoulders. The black suited him, he supposed not because it was such a terrible clich, or because he had some affinity for the color, but because he couldnt particularly be bothered to search for lighter, cheerier things. And the dark shade was good for blending with the dark night the time of day he was most frequently found outside. His natural keenness for stealth was only complimented by his nondescript appearance. And at that moment, as he turned down the alley behind his quarry, he planned to take every advantage of the security the darkness offered until the very last moment. His task was no fun unless it ended as a surprise. She wouldnt object, once hed begun she never did after the initial struggle, and he wouldnt waste too much time before sinking his pearly white canines into that soft, supple strip of skin, just above the black collar of her cardigan. Or, even better, the soft swell of her breast. Perhaps both, if there were no interruptions. And while he was at it, the soft, sensitive place just above where the band of her panties would rest, and the tender skin along the inside of her thigh, so close to the warmth of her core how fortunate for him that she was wearing a dress. He was unsure if he would be able to deny himself the pleasure of having her again and to think this had only started as a plan to have her for a much deserved dessert. But if that came to be the case, it would be good that he knew her address, where she kept her key, the route to her bedroom She would find herself tucked in the next morning with little more than a few slowly healing pierces and the delicious hazy memory of his mouth on her skin until he had her again within the next several nights. Perhaps whenever he slipped her into something to sleep in, he would leave her soon-to-be soaked panties as a little reminder. It took him a long few moments as he mused over his plan to realize that she was not on a straight track home. She seemed to be wandering. Perhaps she had plans? He certainly hoped not, because that would postpone his. He was just beginning to muse upon an alternative route she may be taking whenever a soft rustle and a new, foreign scent caught his attention. He furrowed his brows the scent was grungy and unidentifiable, obviously some other creature but he could see the silhouette. A vague shadow that Natalia would find imperceptible as it slunk against the brick wall. He dropped gracefully to the ground, only the light scuff of his shoe making a sound that he doubted she would notice. Hed be damned if he was about to let some other dirty beast have what he had long ago claimed for himself. He read it as a challenge a challenge to his own vague musk emanating from his human. He licked his lips at the thought of her, turning his gaze just in time to see her make to take the step that would lead her out of the alley but not before his opponent snatched her back in, smothering her against the wall with the weight of his body. It was then that Kasimir realized what he was facing, by the acrid stench of decomposition and sickly sweet rot. A Jikininki the rotting demon cursed to eat the corpses of dead humans. Of course, his Natalia was not yet dead, but that only meant he was intent upon eating the delicious girl alive. Kasimir swung around the nearby dumpster, snatching the corpse-like being away from the human girl only to be faced with the glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth, already glistening with an excess of saliva himself. He wasted no time, evading one swipe of the creatures claws in order to whirl him around and slam him into the side of the disposal with enough force to put a crinkle in the steel. The swift punishment wasnt met kindly. Surprising the vampire, the Jikininki writhed out of his grasp to rake his blood encrusted claws from Kasimirs collar, straight down to the rim of his belt buckle only stopped by the force of the vampires shove as he threw him away, grabbing the demon by back of the head to take him down on the sharp metal of the dumpsters rim. For a human, the feat would have been impossible, but it was quick work for the vampire to bring the corpse eaters head down with enough force to decapitate him cleanly, letting his body fall to the concrete while the head rolled amid the garbage. And from there, he slid down as well, sputtering out a mouthful of regurgitated blood from his last meal only an hour ago. The rest of his lifeblood was seeping out through the slowly healing wounds along his abdomen.