Freya walked slowly through the dimly lit streets of London. It was late, a little past Midnight, and she was on the hunt. The streets were bare, bar a few drunks wobbling their way to the next bar on their list. But that wasn't who she was here for. No! For a change, the female was out for something bigger than mere humans. Their blood was good, but not good enough. She could hair their hearts pumping blood around their bodies, hear the blood coursing through their veins.
And yet it was boring to her. Sure, each human tasted different, but that there was something much better than human blood. Angels! She'd sensed an angel close by the previous night when she went on her hunt. And now she was out to get him.
She did well at blending in, just your average female, she could pass as a model, but many people could. Freya had long, dark chocolate brown locks that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, piercing emerald eyes that turned ruby red when she fed. Her skin was as white as snow and her lips were as red as blood. A small waist and long legs, despite her slender frame, she was strong. As strong as many other vampires, if not stronger, she was the top of her game. Training to be the best.
As she walked, her hips swayed, her bounced and her stilettos clicked, echoing down the alley she walked. A sharp left and an equally sharp right and she was there, a small flat, run down and abandoned seeming. A smirk played on the corners over her lips, twisting them up as she walked closer, red flecks beginning to form among the green. Her master was waiting for her to return, though, they usually kept themselves even, her mate was still her master, he was the only one that could boss her around.
Freya and Marius had met fifty years ago, when Freya had newly been changed and was going on a blood lust, killing everything in sight, he took her in and taught her how things were done. They'd been inseparable ever since, helping each other out when needed.
Stopping outside the door, Freya calmed herself, getting complete control over herself, she could hear the angels hear beating... feel it's blood in its veins, licking her lips before she kicked the door in swiftly and swooped down on the male who looked startled but quickly jumped to his feet.
“I knew you’d come after me... Who are you?” he spat as he watched the vampire prowl around him, her eyes turning fully red as her fangs extended.
“Your worst nightmare” she purred as she stepped closer, catching him off guard as she suddenly appeared behind him, sinking her fangs into his neck as she used her nails digging into his shoulders to keep him from running.
She injected enough venom into him to paralyze him, before she pulled out her phone and smiled to herself. Marius would be proud of her. Wiping some dripping blood from the corner of her mouth she sent a simple text.
“Oh Marius~” she called, in a sing song voice, and within seconds, a dark male walked over to her, grabbing her waist he pulled her close.
“Good girl... exactly what master wanted” he smirked as he kissed her forehead and walked with her to the limb body of the angel.
“Let’s feed” she hissed as she stepped closer, but a large, muscular arm shot out to prevent her.
“Who feeds first?” he asked, eyebrow raised and she hung her head.
“You do, master” she replied and with that, backed away to stand watch at the door as Marius walked over to the body, kneeling down and extending his fangs before he sunk them back into the holes Freya had left.
He fed until he was full before pulling away, letting Freya take her turn, they had it planned, there was always enough for the both, especially with other supernatural creatures. The body was bone dry by the time they were finished, Freya stood back up and dusted herself off. Her attention returned to her mate, their eyes locked and each smirked, Freya walked close, jumping into his arms as her lips attacked his in a deep kiss, the blood still on each of them mixing together as they made out passionately, Freya’s hands in his hair, tugging at the roots as she pressed herself close to him, his arms around her waist and moving down to her ass, gripping it and squeezing, causing her to moan.
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Their bodies were tangled up together, a heated night on the floor by the dead angel, neither paid attention to him, they didn’t care. Their bodies in sync a thin layer of sweat covered them both, they made their own music that night, skin hitting together with so much power it could kill a mortal, moans and groans, purrs and pants filling their air. Nails clawed at skin and hands groped. Intertwined in one another until they lay, panting and sweating on the floor, still wrapped up in each other.
