Just A Little Blood (Noctavia)

The dark wanderer had been visiting the streets of the world, walking anywhere he wished. He was not a slave to the human life, he did not hold a job or anything of the nature. His nature was killing. His obsession was killing. No matter how many lives he took or what he did, he could not erase the pain that had laid beneath his surface, barely staying lit like the last dying coal of an all night fire. The heat of the small coal still trickled over his heart, burning and blistering it, causing it to feel. He dared not give in to his emotions. But he did give into his wants, his desires. If there was something this werewolf had wished for, it would be his. Moving about the land, he walked alone. A smell he had once known far too well struck him as he walked in the alleys of the dark city. It was a female and as he neared her, he could hear her cries and screams for help. The hustle and bustle of the streets covered her cries and wishes of aid, but Travis would answer that call. Pulling his hands from his pockets, he turned around the corner and eyed the scene before him. The girl was pressed against the wall, begging for help while a man had her pinned, trying to rape the poor girl. Her dress was lifted, showing off her nether regions and his hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her there, while his other hand tried to prepare himself for entry. Travis was not one to feel for mortals, nor wish to help them in the slightest, but he knew this was far too wrong.

"Let me kill them both," he heard a quiet whisper within him. "No, not the girl, she does not deserve to die." Clenching his fist in his other hand, he moved closer towards them. "Excuse me, I seem to be lost, perhaps you could help me find my way?" He asked as he stared at the male, still trying to use his device upon her. Not looking in his direction, the male called back to him, "best to head on out of here, unless you wish for some trouble." Travis chuckled as he cracked each knuckle in his fist, moving slowly towards the other two. The female looked to him, staring into Travis' eyes, begging and pleading for help. The male continued as he was, only stopping as he heard the footsteps come closer to his back side. Putting himself away, he turned around and faced Travis. His hand still grasped her throat, keeping her still. "Now, I thought I advised you to leave. As you can see, I am a little busy. But now I shall have to make you regret even bothering me." The male released the female, pulling his arm back and swinging towards Travis. Right to the side of his face. Travis allowed this hit and would allow another, truth was, he always enjoyed getting hit when in a fight. It forced him to release himself, allowing the wolf to take over. His wolf enjoyed it as well, begging for a taste of fresh blood. Travis stepped back, acting as if the punches had done anything to him, he massaged his jaw. The male smiled and chuckled as he spoke, "now, do I have to tell you again?" Travis chuckled and returned his place before the other, "actually, some have called me a slow learner. Perhaps you could run your message by me once more?" His smart ass remark lit a fire under his attacker's ass, causing him to hurl another punch towards him. Only this time, Travis caught his forearm and held onto it tight. When he swung at Travis again, he grabbed that one as well. Looking to the female, "go, get out of here!" She listened and ran from the alley.

Travis watched as she disappeared into the night. He hoped she would not report the incident, as he would not wish to be caught killing this mortal. Or to having killed him. His focus returned once more to the struggling human. Angry words escaped the mortal's mouth, as well as spit. But Travis did not care, this creature was in his trap now. The night sky grew darker it seemed, heavy clouds rose above them, shadowing the stars from their view. Loud crashes of thunder could be heard across the land. Small drops of rain landed on his shoulders, splashing against his cheek as they bounded off his muscles. Taking three steps, he pushed the male against the wall. with his back to Travis, he leaned in, whispering devious things in his ear. "See the funny thing about me, I don't take orders very well. I do not listen to mere mortals as you. There are those that live among you, who can and will kill you without even batting an eye." This was not the first, nor the last time, Travis would reveal the truth of who he was to his prey. He much enjoyed the taste of human blood to that of a deer or other herbivore. Humans were intelligent, to a degree, and he enjoyed screwing with their minds in their last minutes of life. "It's an ugly thing doing such things to a woman. Didn't your mother ever teach you respect?" he asked as he twisted and broke one of the male's arms. The human cried out, screaming for dear life, begging him to stop. With the loud crashes of thunder, Travis cackled behind him. "Nobody shall come to save a pathetic whelp as you."

Her intentions were no more than to finish the graffiti behind Rapture from the night before, but was taken another route once she felt the presence of another like herself in her alleys. Just with a look from a common civilian, they would presume she was a thug according to her choice of clothing that night. If she would have known she had been working tonight, a dress or more professional apparel would be upon her body instead of her casual wear with a pair of ripped skinny jeans and white tanktop. Not that it mattered anyway. Other shifters would always have their opinions. Good or bad, for better or for the worst. Though, when it came to rumors made specifically of other shifters like herself saying she was a horrible Alpha, that's where they are false. She hates to admit it, but she will always be proud of her pack no matter the case or situation they face. Her pack and her are one. If one is to die, another would take their place and the corpse will be honored for their will to protect them all. There was an arrogance and madness in some, yes, but potential in each and every one of them.

The pounding beats of rap and pop music faded off as the cunning shifter retreated back towards her territories. Strong scents of her pack rised up, lacing through her nostrils, filling her with relief to be safe in the familiarity of her packlands. But one penetrated her the most, one not so similar for she knew was positively male and strong at that. Noctavia sensed fear, soon hearing screams from another female, quick footsteps running down the alley. The Alphess let her go instead of running after, instead she followed the woman's steps back to where she came from. "Nobody shall come to save a pathetic whelp as you." At the man's voice, her breathe was caught and her instinct stayed on complete alert. The woman backed up against the wall to only motioned half of her head to see out from one of her emerald eyes to see a large, male shifter straggling a male mortal by the back of his neck. A fire burned behind the man's eyes, swirling and crashing with rage inside. The hairs on her neck stood at the site of another filling a mortal with pure sweet agony. Putting the pieces together from the screaming woman that passed and the site before her, she presumed the mortal was trying to steal her purse, or feel up her shirt. Something so sick to make the male shifter's man set off into a sense of revenge. 

Noctavia exposed herself to broad moonlight. Her pale skin glowing flawlessly and walk with natural grace as she neared behind the male shifter. Voices of a whisper, owned by her wolf itself worked their magic to slip through the man's mind walls to speak, a small tone of command."...Kill him." Bloodlust coursed through her veins as the image of the mortal's blood streaming into large puddles at her feet flashed before her mind. Even though the mortal could not see her from that angle, she could tell by his shifting in left in rights of his face that he was trying to decipher who's footsteps came. A sly grin played across her face, eyes glowing brighter with anticipation.

As he focused on the human, listening to his cries and begging, another entered the alley they shared. The scent was new and powerful, something he had smelled when he originally entered the alley, but decided to ignore it. But now, with her standing so close behind him, there was no ignoring that. His wolf stared at the human, an evil laugh rang out in Travis' head. After hearing the command, Travis smiled just a small smirk to the human. "Looks like you are in for a real treat." Keeping his grasp on the mortal, Travis allowed his wolf to take over completely. Although the male had been a werewolf his whole life, for years and years, his transformations were still as painful as the first time he had done it as a small boy. His knees dropped to the floor, his hand released the human and caught himself from falling to the alley floor. The human was about to move, but turning to see a female and the male on the ground, he was too frightened. Travis released loud screams and other noises mixed with the wolf itself. Long fur started to cover all the places that revealed human flesh. His face began to elongate, forming a wolf muzzle and skeletal structure. His body grew larger, his legs grew as well, forcing the brute to stand taller than the human. His tail was thick and bushy, lying between his two hind legs. His ears perked forward and the transformation was completed. The human was in so much shock, he stood there, watching the large wolf before him.

As he opened his eyes, emerald robs stared down the human. "My fun has just begun," he snarled to the human. The human slowly backed away from him, crying and weeping as he held his broken arm. Without hesitation, the human turned and ran for an escape from the beast. The wolf lifted his chin and released a blood-curdling howl. The chase was on. He waited for the human to get far enough to think he was safe, only to kill him before he made it out alive. His head turned to the female, "do you wish to join me gorgeous?" Not waiting for her reply, Travis turned his head back to his wandering prey. He snarled and forced his hind legs to kick off the ground, causing him to jump and run after the human. His tail hung back, straight from the body, blowing in the wind the wolf had created. His speed was fast, but for now he would play it down, allowing the game to continue and the human's fear to build. Travis loved the torture of it all.

Nearing the end of the tunnel, the human began to yell for help, but none came. They had heard the echoing call of the wolf, and by now they all knew what it meant. Travis watched from within the wolves eyes, the game was a foot! But soon it came to an end, gaining on the human, the wolf brought him down, pinning the human to the ground. "Sleep well, asshole!" He growled and bent his head to wrap his large fangs around the human's neck. With the flick of his head, he added extreme amounts of pressure and snapped the neck at the same time. With the kill completed, he grabbed a chunk of the neck and ripped it off, causing the blood to splatter over him, the walls of the alley, the floor, and anything else that were in the path. As he ate the fresh meat, he raised his head once more, howling to the night sky, alerting any others that the hunt was completed. Ripping the clothes from the meal, he displayed the dead corpse, naked and ready for eating. He turned to the female, blood covered his muzzle, splashed and clung to various spots on his fur, "after you, my lady."

Turning his head to face the approaching fae, he watched her eat from the flesh he had provided. His eyes focused on her body, the strength of her jaws. It was a sight of beauty, something he wished he could always look upon. The meat tore from the body, and she devoured it with a savage grace he could not explain otherwise. He watched as she finished eating her fill. Once she had stepped away and changed to her human shell, he lowered his head to the kill and ate more. Gnawing on the bones, he heard the snaps and crunches of the marrow, breaking in his maw. As he heard the grinding noises, he bit down harder. He loved the sounds of meal time. The primal instincts took over his body, shaking, biting, chomping, and aggression. Travis finished up his meal, licking his muzzle, trying to clear the blood from his mouth and the rest of his fur. As he shifted from his wolf form back to the shell of a human, he looked to her. 

As his hazel eyes looked to her, he noticed the blood splatter upon her white shirt. The blood meshed and stood out perfectly to his eyes. It was gorgeous. Her raven black hair, even in the dead of night, was easily seen. It was long and rested upon her back easily. Her eyes, the blue pools stared into his. it was only then he realized her hand was outstretched to him. Holding his hand out to hers, he clasped it gently in his palm. Taking  a step closer to her, he pulled her hand to his lips, staring into her eyes, planting a tender kiss upon her smooth skin. As he finished the kiss, his eyes stayed planted on hers, but his hand released hers. His eyes flashed to the shirt once more and his wolf egged him on. She was very gifted, the curves of her body, the way she looked perfect in such basic clothes. A plain tank top caused the male some heated feelings, since recently allowing his wolf to take full control, it would be hard for him to get the instincts from his mind.

"My apologies. I am Travis, Travis Allen Manchester. It is a pleasure to meet you, Noctavia. It is such a stunning name to match such a gorgeous woman. The need to hunt called to me. If this alley is a part of your land, I sincerely apologize. I would never do anything to interfere with a pack i was not a member of. Please forgive me, but when I heard her cries and smelled her scent, the wolf took over. I had no chance." It was a lousy excuse, but the only reasoning he had. His eyes looked over her and slowly made his way closer to her. "So what brings you here late at night, all alone? Not that you can't handle yourself, which I am very sure you can. I was just curious." Thinking it over in his mind, he looked into her eyes. "I am actually very interested in the pack beneath you. Surely the werewolves which follow you, they must be just as interesting." Placing his hand against the wall by her head, he moved closer to him. "Would you be willing to accept a strong and mighty warrior into your pack? I don't know much of the layout, but I shall do all I can to protect you and the pack. I am strong, determined and loyal beyond all ties. I submit myself to you and your pack," he said as he lowered his eyes, staring into hers. The fire between them grew, forcing the wolf to paw at his casing, itching to be released.

He did not want to chuckle at this point in time, but it was very hard to hold it in. Her change in tone and ferocity was arousing. Being pushed against the wall, he listened to her words as if they were the last requests of someone on their death bed. His eyes stared into hers, burning with the desire of a million suns. The brute had been aroused before, interested in allowing his wolf to control his actions, but nothing ever compared to this feeling. Her hands grasped tight around his thick neck, but it did not bring him pain. Her strength was astonishing and the way she pushed him around, he felt like a rag doll. He wanted her, not for eternity or a life time, just for this night or perhaps he would be lucky and enjoy her essence multiple times with no strings attached. Either way, he was ready to take her here and now. "I swear myself to you, Alphess Noctavia, and I promise to protect all of your pack's members as if they were my own flesh and blood." The intensity of his eyes grew as they meshed with hers. His wolf fought to the core to get out, to be released on the gorgeous toy before him. She may not be something to toy with, but it was very much worth a shot. 

Without warning, he lifted her up, wrapping his arms around her back and pinned her to the wall. Now her legs dangled from the ground and their eyes met at the same height. He looked over the portions of her body which he could see, eying the flesh that had been exposed by her teared wife beater. "Did I mention you beautiful you look covered in blood?"

Her grip tightened as he began to speak, listening carefully as Noctavia turned half her attention to the streets only a few blocks away. Cars zoomed passed at lightning speed, flashing a color of what appeared either the yellow of a common taxi or the neutral colors of a car. Graffiti lined the dark brick walls, chips and gapes opened in several areas from which the eye can see. Her vision cleared from partially being dazed, becoming distracted by his two green eyes pulsed as vibrant as hers. She opened up her mind for him to see all the things she has done to innocent civilians and shifters who betrayed her. The specks dancing in the circles of her eyes flashed a bright lime, holding a mix of seriousness and a dash of playful attitude. Noctavia released the grip around his neck and stepped back, only to then be pulled into his embrace against the wall. At his complimentary on her choice of clothing, she smirked and teasingly stroked his cheek. "So I've been told." The Alphess felt her legs swing below, narrowing her gaze and feeling towards the position with hatred. She felt vulnerable, reprimanded in rank. Playing along to the loner's game, she gripped him by the waist with her legs, pulling down her arms for the sweatshirt to fall off her shoulders. Noctavia looked down to her chest and gave a sweet smile up at Travis. 

She whispered closely to his ear, "Mind helping an Alpha with a problem, Mr. Manchester?" Averting her gaze to the blood stained shirt of hers and chest crusted in the mortal's blood, she tugged the material a little down for the surface of her breasts to be further more exposed. "It seems I have some blood still on my chest. Just a little. Do you mind in removing it for me?" Feeling down his cheek, she rested her hand at the top of his chest, slowly stroking along the bone of his collar that begged for her attention. Innocently, her long lashes fluttered up to meet his gaze, a glint of a smile behind her eyes.

His eyes were trained to her body, watching how she would react with his actions, and honestly he was shocked. It appeared she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Releasing a growl from his clenched teeth, he listened to her words, fighting back the beast within. Normally he had no problems or qualms with his inner demon, but now was different. After seeing her darkened wolf side and this sexy human shell, Travis calmed himself, while staying very aroused. "As you wish my lady," he whispered to her. Travis kept his eyes targeted to hers, but lowered his head, grasping her tank in his teeth. Shaking his head to the side, he tore more of it, exposing more of her voluptuous breasts. As he looked over her newly visible lumps, he chuckled and licked his lips. Reaching his loose hand into her shirt, he removed the material which cupped her breast. Looking up to her eyes, then down to her flesh, he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to dance across her skin. As he tasted the fresh blood on her skin, he was overcome by arousal. His member flexed within his jeans, rubbing against the material holding the zipper. 

Licking at her skin, he moved to her nipple, wrapping his tongue around it closely. He closed his lips around the small point, sucking and licking as he spread his saliva over her skin. His other hand moved to her lower region, starting to rub gently. spotting more blood, he moved over and licked it from her as well. His lips formed kisses on her skin, kissing up her neck and then to her lips, still holding the fresh blood on the tip of his tongue, he shared it with her mouth. Pulling back the kiss, he stared into her glistening eyes, "is there anything else you require Alphess?"

The clothing that once was something to cover herself tore to shreds and fell to the alley floor with his help. She watched them drop at her sides as his tongue laced across her skin. Ever where he moved burned and ached for more, craving what fun stuff he had in store in this dark alleyway. The whisperer of her wolf warped itself into his mind, growling at the wolf for a challenge. Her breasts hardened beneath his lips, perking slightly more than before. Noctavia muffled a snarl, taking the material of his shirt that still held the claws of her own from when she pinned him, and ripping it off his frame completely. She quietly laughed under her breath as she began to enjoy his hand move lower, feeling him stroke the part of her shorts that covered her sweet spot and entry. Looking at him now, the moon's light cast down on their right sides, revealing the shadows and most stunning parts of his looks and his build. With a small glance to the button on his jeans, she had noticed they had expanded, and grinned knowing what he wanted.

When the brute lifted his head, she parted her lips to wrap around his tongue, slipping hers to cross its side, tasting the blood of the mortal and the warmth of his mouth inside. She pulled away when he did, shifting her gaze to meet his. "Sadly I do not, but it seems your friend has something in mind. I vote we should make him happy don't you think?" Her finger traced around the button of his jeans and her hands slipped past the waistband of his pants, gripping just the edge of his boxes at her knuckles placed against his lower abdomen.

Passing cars could be heard from the alley they stood in, well Travis stood, while supporting Noctavia up. The lighting was perfect for the mood and the actions that were soon to follow. "I know what he wants..." he said quietly. His wolf chimed in as well, "let me have it?" the wolf begged. But Travis was not one to share, not right now. Perhaps later she would wish to enjoy that portion of their budding relationship, whatever it might be. Travis raked his teeth against her neck, feeling her skin and continued rubbing her sweet spot through her clothes. His lips moved down her skin, licking and kissing her nipples again. He grasped on her sensitive spot, wishing to rip the clothes from her here and now. Although he would have to keep holding her there. He would never allow her precious skin to touch the floor of the nasty rat-infested alley. Holding her was no issue, he was very strong, but their positions would be limited.

Noctavia freed a long and impatient gasp of air, eyes turning to match a venomous snake or rapid animal. As his canines cut over her chest and down her breasts to continue his suckling, her claws gripped harder, weaving her thumbs into the belt loops. She leaned in closer, grazing her plump, pale pink lips across his ear to whisper. "Then let's give him what he wants," Chuckling pleasantly, her legs loosened from around his waist, touching the city's surface once again. Due to her shirt being shred into pieces, Noctavia picked up her sweatshirt and zipped it up just to the mid of her chest. "Up for a game of tag?" Without waiting for an answer, the Alphess rolled back her shoulders and let out a low-pitched howl, followed with a sinister growl from her throat as the wolf placed itself in her body. The bones in her back cracked and popped into familar places like the have done millions of times before. 

Lime specks danced around the wider circles of her eyes, a large maw that held thirty-two razor sharp teeth that could tear a piece of flesh right off the bone with one swipe. She turned around to tower over the male, speaking out her mind of whispers into his head, holding a playful tone, "Your it." And with that, the fae kicked her legs to the alley's road, darting through the alleys towards the hotel of which she called home.