Seize the chance I made.

The scent of smoke was thick in the air as I approached the small farm that held my prize.

I eased off my coat, leaving it on the porch bannister, and reached for my knife. I cursed as I remembered the sacrifice, and steeled myself; more metaphorically than literally. By my estimation, there was either one or two people in the house; Two-faced Sonia, whom Anna was quick to insult, and her father.

Nobody came to the door, however, and I took the moment to think; If anything I'd heard of Sonia was true, then she wasn't the type to check out the fire or help. So, she was probably still sleeping. If she wasn't asleep, then I'd simply need to wait in their home and act accordingly.

There was a problem, though. I had no idea how to finesse a lock, and breaking the door down would make things more complicated in the long run. I considered my options and felt a snort bubble up. I gave it voice and said, "Well, may as well give it a try."

I put my hand on the handle and closed my eyes, looking for something deep inside. I had never done it on purpose, and each time a little bit of magic had slipped out it had been in a moment of emotional turmoil; not the best state of mind for reflection or recollection. But it existed, and it was mine, and I would have it.

I was not the same boy who'd failed to bring it out before; I had killed, and taken a woman.

I was not the same child who'd been chased and exiled; I had made a decision, and I would stand by it.

I felt myself change, skin turning ashen and fingers twisting into obsidian talons. A dark flame lit in me, and I fed it my frustrations and the bone-deep rage that clung to me. That flame of resolution burned me, filled me with hunger, and I took it in hand. The energy filled me and, lacking any knowledge on how to use it, I simply directed the energy through my hand and into the door handle.

I tried it, and the door remained closed. How annoying, it had failed; I sighed and gave it another tug, just because. Something creaked inside the door, and I gave a third pull. Something inside snapped and I opened the door, the scent of rust faintly touching my nose. I walked inside and was greeted by a whimpering dog; it pulled away from me, a **** keening coming from it.

I walked past it, paying it no heed, and caught the scent of a woman.

I followed my instincts and found the source of the tantalizing scent, a young tanned woman laying back in her bed. She was moaning softly, secure in the knowledge that she was alone.

She was a pretty thing, tanned skin under a mess of golden curls; somehow both artful and careless in its appearance. She had long and graceful limbs and neither her hands nor feet looked work-worn. Her face was round and pleasant, plump in a way that only added to her appearance. Her breasts were smaller than Anna's had been, but the tightness of her waist and the impressive flare of her hips drew the eye like a fine painting.

I wanted her.

I had wanted her for practical reasons, for hunger and for sport. But, according to Anna, she was the kind who wanted to be pampered and trophied.

What a trophy she would make.

She ran a sensual hand across her tits, lightly tracing circles around her nipples. She brought her fingers to her lips and wet them, rolling her tongue around two fingers. She spread her legs wide, one hanging off her bed, and started slowly teasing her pussy. I had an excellent view from the door as she spread her lips and ran a finger along the length of her slit. She slid a finger in and let out a low moan, her eyes fluttering.

She froze as her eyes swept over me, and I took that as my que to enter.

She screamed and pulled her finger free with a wet 'pop'. I smiled, flashing fangs, and said, "No need to stop on my account, miss."

"Help! Daddy!"

"He's absent, miss." I said lightly, crossing the room slowly. "There was a fire, you see."

"No!" She looked around for help, ****. I could see a heavy statuette on the table beside her bed; I could see several things that would serve as a weapon in a pinch. The weak bitch didn't see them like that and, though it made my life easier, I couldn't help but feel. . .

It was hard to describe. Disappointed, maybe?

"Help!"

I reached forwards, ignoring her flailing, and grabbed her by the cheeks with my clawed hands. She froze, eyes stuck on the talons, and I smiled into the blessed silence. I trailed my a thick talon up her body, tracing a line from her mound to her neck, lingering near the softness of her rack.