Violet moon, demon hunter

Walking down the street I can hear the clicking of my heels. Thigh high leather boots and a tight leather corset dress. Red lipstick on my lips and my hair flowing down my back. I’m aware of the affect I have  on  men. Hell even on some straight women. I’m sex walking. I’m also dangerous. I’m no princess and I don’t need a prince. I’m Violet Moon , demon hunter.

                                                                                                                                                  

Its 2 a.m. and most women wouldn’t dare walk down the street wearing what I’m wearing in the middle of the night. But then again most women are not me. These skills I possess come from a long line of powerful women in my family. We are taught to fight, stalk, and prey upon any and everything that hunts the human race. At the moment I am the only woman hunter that I know of. And the men who meet me at first make the mistake of underestimating me. I’m as deadly as they come. I got Intel tonight that there’s a warehouse where demons are luring young girls for sex and feasting of their blood. Essentially they will drain these girls dry. So I’m staking this place out. Hoping that I can get in and get out quickly and move onto this slayers meeting then home.

I have a lot of super human abilities and I use my better than most hearing and sight to see what’s happening inside. There’s 3 young women bound and gagged inside. I can sense several demons around. Pulling my blessed blade from the inside of my boot I charge in. I can tell they are taken by surprise. I attack the first demon. All it takes is one pierce of the skin with this blade and they are dust. I’m slicing and moving so quickly and I think I’ve gotten them all. When I’m knocked from behind onto the ground. Turing around and I kick the bastard in the face. I arch my back and thrust my body forward to land on my feet. I will my blade to come to me and it’s pulled from the ground back into to my hand. And I charge forward. I gut this one from his belly button up to his neck and he’s gone. Hearing clapping I turn to left and see a man sitting I the corner all in black “very impressive miss Moon. They told me you were good.” I automatically get into a defensive stance. I don’t know who he is but I can feel power dripping off him. “I was here to free these girls as well. I’m Draken king of the vampire’s slayer of demons.” And he steps out of the shadows and I can’t help but be speechless. I didn’t expect him to be here. He’s like a God to us slayers and I kneel on one knee and bow. I hope I haven’t offended him. “Oh please rise miss Moon. No need for formalities. Shit your eyes really are violet.”  I can see the shock in his face. My eyes are the color of the purest purple. It shocks most people. Which is why I wear contacts or glasses usually during the day. “Yes King Draken. A family trait that skips some generations but I’ve been blessed with them.” I say to him. “Just call me Draken and blessed is an understatement. Please accompany me to the slayers meeting I’m sure your aware of that’s starting soon.” I just stand and follow. There’s not much you Can do when the king requests something of you.

I follow him to his car. It’s silver, sleek, and fast. We don’t speak and I feel on the edge the entire ride. Going into the meeting everyone bow and shows him respect. Draken is not your ordinary king. He doesn’t sit back and hand out orders. He gets his hands dirty and for that I truly respect the man. We all take our seats while he speaks. “The demon problem is becoming dangerous for the humans. They are dying by the dozens and this new demon militia is showing no mercy. I’ve also learned we have a trader among us.” He takes a break as gasp and looks are exchanged all around us. “Someone is getting info to the demons and letting them know when we are going to strike. I just want this trader to know I will find you, and I will end you.” The meeting finishes up with the normal retelling of stories and theories and I just want to go home and sleep. I slip out unnoticed because being the only female I the room still can be a little bit unnerving. Walking home I reflect on meeting the king.  He’s About 6’5 with smooth darkskin. A head full of soft lovely curls. The man was good looking I had to admit but, I don’t do that. I don’t care about being in love, relationships, babies and all those predictable things. Why woman seemed to be so helpless I had no clue. All I know is I need no man o complete who I am. No man to save me because I can save myself.

Walking into my pent house I just drop on the bed. I decide to take a long hot shower to get the stench of death and demon off me. The hot water feels so good on my body. Stepping out the shower I take in my looks. I’m ample in a way most men dream of. My pretty brown skin seems is beautiful. I have long dark wavy hair that goes down my back and of course my eyes that no color can even compare to. Putting on just my bra and panties I realize that I’m truly alone. No matter how beautiful I am I’ve never let anyone in. I’ve lost so many and I can’t bear the thought of losing again. Most would probably think I’m such a badass who feels nothing but the opposite can be is what’s real. I’ve never known a man’s love. I’ve barely known ones touch. At 25 I’ve only ever been kissed. My body starts to heat up when I think about the kings looks. I start to slide my hand down my panties and imagine him touching me.

KING DRAKEN POV

She’s on my mind. Seeing her fight was a total turn on. I was so on edge when she was in my car. I’ve never reacted to a woman in this way. She looks to be no older than 25 and I am 500 years old. Though I look about 30. How she can fight in that tight leather dress and those fuck me boots in beyond me. I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have her legs on my shoulders. I can’t believe I woman is doing this to me. I watch her slip out the movies and I follow her. I don’t need the car because I can move unseen to the eye, yes even her trained eyes. I feel like such a stalker but I have to watch her. I feel like not only is her body calling me but so is her blood. I see her get out the shower and come into her bedroom with only her bra and panties on. I’m hooked just like that. She lays down on the bed and her hand travels down into her panties. Fuck this is unreal. She begins to moves those slender fingers in and out of her. And I can’t help but want to lick her slick honey right from them. It doesn’t take her long to reach her climax and she screams out “yes Draken” my dick is rock solid. So I see I have affected her just as badly as she me. But this girl is tough as hell. I have no clue what it’s going to take to get into her heart and bed.