Roarin' for Blood

The scent of it is like a siren’s song, soothing, enthralling, calling and forbidden all at the same time, it doesn’t mean the Beast doesn’t want it any less tho, even tho the Beast is not stupid and can be cunning enough to guide the Man’s skill and talent when it suits its needs, like right now, already on the bike and smelling, no, feeling, blood being spilled by another hand is more then enough for it to take the chance at hand and rush in...

Not too far away he found them, it’s prey, already away from watchful eyes, all the better for them to do secret, dirty, beautiful things together, and yet the male wasted his oportunity in rage, not that the Beast didn’t enjoyed it, but dark sulking corners with thin pretty things aren’t to be wasted with punches, at least, not entirely.

She looks so scared, and rightfully so, the female is at least a head shorter then the male and is holding her by that thin long neck of hers, far too pretty for him too, with the bright headlights of the Bike it can see her so clearly, the short black hair, the tear thrimmed soft cheeks, the wet and now whide blue eyes, the right one slightly swollen because of a careless blow, shoulders shrunk in fear, hands risen in a vain atempt to stop the next, upcomming blow, her far too rebealing top making her breasts all the more obvious as she tried so hard to catch her next breath, but when she tried to scream is more out of fear from the incomming vehicle then anything else.

The rubber burns and the metal shrieks in that horrible, scratching sound as the Bike stops just a few steps away from them and they can see it, they don’t really do, they see the smiling wild Man infront of them, they don’t get yet there is a Wolf underneath the skin of sheep, a Beast behind the Mask of a Man, Johann, if he wasn’t so busy with the inherited extasis of freedom that is letting the Beast take the front seat, almost wishes he could scream to her to flee, let the Beast rip at the abusive fuck that’s infront of him.

Yet the Beast wants his fill from her, tiny, sweet and crying, that’s what it wants, and that’s what it hopes to get, to link the blood slowly dripping from that soft kissable lip, right before bitting it off...

And then the male is foolish enough to scream at it, tell it to fuck off, the Beast just stares at him, haunting green eyes, the eyes of a Wolf in the face of a Man, smilling with a mouth filled with fangs right before ripping at him, taking one blow square to the face, and it doesn’t even slow it down, human hands holding its prey down as fangs tore at the male’s throat hunger and anger guiding the Beast to inmediate satisfaction as it usually did.

Sharpness rending flesh, sinking in the soft and warm tissue untill it broke apart, giving in and letting the hot, raw, iron filled, sweet and crimson nectar it withheld, the sheep jerking slightly as the Wolf bit into it, at first trying to resist in shock and anger but slowly sinking into the bliss of the consumption, unable to even make a sound as its neck was bitten deeply and drank from wildly, the pleasure slowly turning cold as he felt how his life was slowly being drained from him...

As the Beast stuffed its hungry belly with warm and fresh vitae, Johann’s mind grew stronger at every drink, regaining control of himself as the blood filled his body, satisfied for now with an almost filled stomach, the Wolf seemed satisfied to stop his predations, not without struggle, as the Man had to push the gluttonous creature, still hungry for more, back on its cage with some effort...

Now he stood there, the Man, with another man held up against a wall, its throat ripped like if by a hungry dog, not one single drop of blood left in what once was a man but now nothing more then a cold and dead corpse...

As the realization of what he had done dawned upon hum, the whimpering at his side, just a few steps to his right atracting the Gangrel’s attention, a sharp and instinctual mind reacting quickly, growling, snarling really, fangs exposed and eyes still with a shade of feral impulse in them as he readied to deal with whatever problem came now.

And he found himself staring deeply into watery blue eyes, tears flooding them and dripping down those soft just slightly bruised cheeks, the girl he had just saved from a sure beating trying to babble something unknown, his own voice announcing his feelings in a rather blunt way “Oh... fuck”