Epilogue: Hunting the Hunters

[Catherine's POV]

Catherine dances through the crowd, slightly drunk on blood. Her hips sway to the blaring music, as she surveys the dark room for her next victim. Catherine is dressed plainly, at least relative to the other revelers: a tight black tube dress and heels, with her red hair tied up in a bun. Catherine has discovered that raves make an ideal hunting ground. Young, distracted, meals, their blood often tainted deliciously with ecstasy. These ****-fueled bacchanalias were an all-you-can-eat buffet for predators like Catherine. No one looked twice at a party-goer "dressed" like a vampire... until it was too late.

Catherine is celebrating tonight, and why shouldn't she? She had tracked down and terminated the last of the vampire hunters from that fateful night when Elizabeth died. Jessica had finally been avenged.

The hunters had been surprisingly easy to dispatch. One by one, she had found them and killed them. Catherine was starting to understand why Elizabeth had been so unconcerned by them: they were fairly useless without the direction of a vampire! I wonder if they'd have fared better with some women in their ranks. Men are so foolhardy. So weak Catherine thinks.

Catherine largely enjoys her solitary lifestyle. An anonymous predator cutting through the cattle. All the drama, all the scheming, all the bullshit in Elizabeth's family: gone. It's just her and the hunt. Every night, new flavors, new pleasures.

Catherine scans the large dancefloor, her eyes settling on a girl dancing as if I'm her own world. Ah yes, this is the one Catherine thinks. Her mouth begins to water watching the oblivious girl. The girl, a petite Asian, is wearing bikini bottoms, flip flops and a pair of angel wings on her shoulders. She is topless, save for white pasties on her small breasts. Catherine walks over to the girl.
In her heels, Catherine towers over the girl. The girl looks up and smiles at Catherine, clearly under the influence of something. Catherine grins, baring her sharp fangs, and the girl giggles. She has no idea what is coming.

Catherine holds the girl's hips, and they begin to dance together to the music. Catherine kisses the girl as their bodies press together, Catherine's hands roaming down to hold the girl's ass. She feels so warm Catherine thinks.
Catherine's hand moves up to hold the side of the girl's head, just under the ear.

"You should be more careful who you dance with!" Catherine yells into the girl's other ear over the loud music.

"What?" the girl says, laughing.

Catherine licks the girl's neck from her shoulder to her ear. She feels the girl's arteries pulsing just under the soft smooth skin. Catherine strikes, sinking her fangs deeply into the girl's neck. Warm blood spills into Catherine's mouth. As she swallows, Catherine immediately feels a slight euphoria from the MDMA in the girl's blood. Catherine sways with the shocked girl, letting the girl's life pour into her mouth. Amazing Catherine thinks.

The girl's heart rate slows. She is on the edge, and Catherine holds her there as she feeds. Catherine wants to take her, but remembers Jessica. In remembrance of Jessica, I'll spare this one Catherine thinks, and withdraws her fangs as the girl woozily sways in her arms. Catherine licks the girl's wound and let's her slide to the dirty floor. "You can thank Jessica" Catherine shouts down at the girl.

Catherine wipes the blood from her lips and walks away. Over the music, she hears some screaming behind her as the bloody (but living) girl is found. She's already too far away to be noticed. She smiles. The night is still young.... So much blood.

[Earlier that night]

Catherine chases the man through the back alleys of a run down neighborhood. This is an older part of the city, and the street layout can be confusing. The man runs, huffing and puffing, but like a rat in a maze there is no real escape.

Catherine had been stalking him for days. She could have killed him on that first night when she finally spotted him, but took a perverse delight in watching his terror build. There she was in his peripheral vision, grinning, fangs bared, but only momentarily. By the time her turned, she was gone. She watched as his mental state fractured. How the man stopped sleeping, stopped eating, flinching at every sound and shadow.

So this is supposed to be a fearsome vampire hunter? Catherine laughs. Cowering like a dog.

Wiping them out, one by one, over the last few years had convinced Catherine that this "ancient and noble order" was comprised of mostly poseurs. Maybe they had once been a legitimate threat, but by now mainly existed to drink and regale each other with the same tired stories.

Even that night, fighting Elizabeth, Catherine and Jessica had done most of the heavy lifting, but the hunters did provide a useful diversion when needed.

They did manage to slay one vampiress. Jessica, bound to a table, was easy prey. Cowards.

This final alley has no outlet. The frantic man is cornered.

"Stay back, you fiend" the man yells, waving a knife wildly in front of him.

"Or what?" Catherine taunts, stepping forward from the shadows.

"I'm not the only one. We'll find you. We'll you slay you" the man says unconvincingly.

"I assure you, you won't. You are the last 'hunter'. What an ignominious end to your 'proud' order" Catherine says.

Catherine bounces through the crowd, a little high, but still ravenous. What do they call it these days? The 'munchies'? Catherine thinks, laughing. Sometimes, despite her youthful appearance, she feels very old. She observes the skimpily dressed men and women, scanning over the cattle, her thirst growing.

Catherine spots a curvaceous young brunette in the crowd. Her breasts are disproportionately large, but still look good on her tight frame. She is wearing a wife beater that is several sizes too small, and denim shorts. Catherine approaches from behind, and wraps her arms around the girl's torso, just below her breasts. The girl tenses up.

"Relax" Catherine says into the girl's ear, before kissing the side of her neck. Catherine's hand slides down, to just above the hem of the girl's shorts. Catherine licks behind the girl's ear, and they begin to dance together. The girl presses her ass back into Catherine, as Catherine kisses the side of the girl's neck. Catherine's hand slides down the girl's front, into her shorts, and her fingers brush over the girl's sex. It's moist.

"Let's go outside" Catherine suggests. Taking the girl's hand, she leads the girl out of the crowded rave. The rave was being held in a warehouse outside the city, with nothing really around it.

Once outside, Catherine leads her victim to a relatively secluded spot along the warehouse's outer wall. Catherine grabs the girl's throat and pushes her against the wall. With her other hand, Catherine kneads the girl's soft breast, enjoying the weight of it in her palm. Catherine licks the girl's lips, and then kisses her. Catherine rotates them, so that Catherine is now leaning against the wall. She lifts up her skirt, showing the girl her pussy, and pushes the girl's head down. The human falls into a squat, and Catherine abruptly pushes the girl's face to her sex. Without needing much more prodding, the girl begins to lick Catherine enthusiastically. Catherine closes her eyes, gently stroking the girl's hair as she is pleasured.

The girl sucks on Catherine clit, her tongue moving in small circles over it. She's done this before Catherine thinks, reaching up to squeeze her own breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Catherine yanks in the girl's hair, rotating her head this way and that to pleasure herself.

"Stick your tongue out" Catherine commands brusquely. The girl obliges, and Catherine moves to slide her wet lips back and forth along the girl's tongue, holding her in place by her hair. Catherine quickens her pace, letting the climax build inside her. She comes, her whole body trembling.

Catherine lifts the girl to her feet, and kisses her. She tastes herself on the girl's lips. Reaching up, she tears the girl's flimsy shirt in two, exposing the girl's pendulous breasts. The girl gasps. Catherine lifts one of the girls breasts, craning her neck to take the girl's nipple in her mouth. The girl moans as Catherine's tongue flicks over the stiff nub.

Catherine bites down, eliciting a yelp from the human. Warm blood spills into her mouth as she holds the struggling human in place. Licking her way up from the breast to the girl's neck, Catherine bites down again, more savagely. Tearing into the girl's carotid artery, hot blood pulses into Catherine's hungry mouth in spurts as the girl whimpers. Catherine feels the girl's knees going weak as she bleeds out for Catherine.

Jessica's memory saved one tonight. You aren't as lucky Catherine thinks.

Catherine drains the girl, dropping her lifeless body to the ground. She wipes her mouth on the tattered remains of the girl's shirt, and turns to head back into the party.

The feast continues.