A rewrite of The Hunters: Destiny Rising. By LJ. SMITH.
LJ.SMITH created Klaus.
A stand alone monster.
No family.
No redeeming qualities.
"I'm one of the Old Ones! An Original! Do you know what that means? I've never died. Every one of you has di...
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"Ah, you've returned, my little wolf," A deep, resonant voice called out from the shadows of the dense forest. The flickering flames of the bonfire cast an eerie glow on the ancient, sculpted face of a man who was not truly a man.
Andrea stepped into the clearing, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that matched the unearthly beauty of the creature before her. "Klaus," She purred, her voice a seductive caress in the stillness of the night.
He emerged from the shadows, his six-thousand-year-old frame moving with the grace of a creature that had mastered the art of seduction. His eyes, like pools of electric blue, bore into hers, she could feel his power, his ancient allure, wrapping around her again like a warm embrace.
They circled each other, the crackling fire illuminating the dance of their bodies. The anticipation grew palpable as they approached, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that transcended time and understanding. Finally, Klaus reached out, his fingertips grazing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. "You've come a long way, young one," He murmured, his breath a whisper of temptation.
Andrea closed the distance between them, her heart racing as she felt the heat of his touch. Her eyes searched his, looking for answers to questions she had for him for centuries.
"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" He asked, his voice a delicate blend of curiosity and challenge.
"I... I felt your call," She replied, her words coming out more breathless than she had intended.
Klaus's smile grew, revealing the tips of his fangs. "Ah, the bond between us," He said, his gaze lingering on her neck, "It never truly fades, does it?"
Without a word, they succumbed to the primal pull. Their bodies melded in a fiery dance of passion, the fire's heat a mere echo of the inferno that burned within them. The scent of their desire mingled with the smoky scent of the bonfire, filling the clearing with an intoxicating aroma that seemed to beckon the very shadows to draw closer. The forest around them fell silent, as if the ancient trees were holding their breath, witnesses to the timeless union of two immortal beings.
