File #1 Ending 4 - Owl of the night

You escaped the city with Fran that night.

The elite vampire hunters were deployed on the evening of 27th, but the contagion was already uncontainable. They fought the exponential growing population of vampires for days and nights but eventually they retreated with heavy losses and evacuated as much living human as they could find. But what happened to the city after that has been a myth to you for some time.

One night you tried to go back to the city, but you found the road blocked by real U.S. soldiers as they claimed that the area was under military control. You utilized your supernatural abilities to sneak into a camp and hypnotized a senior military officer to tell you the truth he knew:

Before the dawn of a new year, a secret division answered only to the President authorized to launch a special designed missile to wipe the city off the map with its remaining residents. That was the end of Owl city. His unit was assigned to this post to make sure no walking thing could get in or out of the perimeter.

The tragedy of Owl city was brought by only one vampire. Tens of thousands of good souls were lost, and you knew that yours were among them.

The **** of Priest Brandon was honored. His funeral was held in Vatican a few months later and many celebrities around the world went there to pay their respect.

You felt sorry for what happened to Melissa. For more than once you told yourself that, if you had decided to go with her, she wouldn't have fallen victim to the vampires. But as time went by you found yourself feeling less sorry. You dreamed of Melissa sometimes, either human her or vampire her, and you shamelessly did everything you could imagine to her. Occasionally you woke up and found yourself wet down there. You mindset subtly changed, but you didn't care anymore.

You went to another city and lived with Fran. In others' eyes, you were a rich and lovely couple. Fran owned a bar in the city, and you worked as a nighttime detective. You kept a low profile so that no one would suspect what you truly were.

You stole expired blood from the local blood bank to quench your thirst for most of the times, but occasionally you would like to find some refreshment. You carefully chose who you would like to taste and you preferred those who were committing or were about to commit crimes like robbery or ****. Those were easy catches and most victims would not stay to watch what you were about to do. You bit the criminals on their shoulders or arms, sometimes on more intimate places. You never drained or turned them. They forgot what happened right after the wonderful encounter and never noticed the lovely marks you gave them. With discretion you attracted none of Vatican's attention.

Sometimes you heard rumors about an "Owlman" fighting crimes in the city. You just laughed with the folks. Deep down you knew what was out there was more horrific than some kind of a masked superhero.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape from yourself, from the sins that you had committed.

Fran looked completely normal when there were other people around as she sometimes visited you in the agency after work. But when it's just the two of you, she seemed to be unable to control her lust and she yearned to receive your bites. That's probably one of the after-effects of what you had done to her that night, and you felt terrible and guilty. You indulged her once or twice a week, and you would find something or someone to drink before you slept with her, so that you wouldn't take too much from her.

One night when you're reading the newspaper alone in the room and trying to find some clues to your recent case, Fran came in with only her undergarments on. You looked at the watch and realized that it was already 4 a.m..

"Are you lonely tonight, Master?" Fran sat beside you in the sofa.

"Fran... I told you not to call me Master..." You put down the newspaper and sighed.

"Yes, M-" Fran smiled awkwardly, "I mean... James... Sorry."

You tried so many times to convince her that she wasn't your thrall but your lover, but that never worked. Perhaps all you should do was to convince yourself that what you had done couldn't be undone, that she would never treat you like before.

You didn't say anything and Fran has undressed herself already. You knew it was one of the times that she couldn't control herself, so you took off your trousers, too. You held her gently as she slowly climbed on top you and sat down. Your eyes met when she guided your erected manhood into her.

When you were wrapped by the intoxicating warmth down there, all you saw was the semi-fresh bite marks on her breast left by you three nights ago, the bruised ones on her neck last week, and many more. They were like badges of your ownership, reminders of what you have become and what you have made Fran into.

But in this moment, as you lost yourself inside her, those thoughts faded into the background. The only thing that mattered was the connection between you two, the rhythm of your bodies moving together, and the primal satisfaction that came with it.

"Get up." You said with a smile and Fran obeyed.

She bent over in the sofa as you stood behind her. You grabbed her butts and went inside her again. Fran moaned softly with her body arching in pleasure as you thrust into her. The air was thick with the scent of her juice and your own desire. You felt hotter down there, and you thrust deeper, moaned louder to match her squirms. For a short moment you almost forgot everything, and believed that the two of you were just a normal, love-making couple.

But as you neared your climax, you felt the thirst crawling its way back inside you. You knew that this couldn't last, that you were just a lustful monster who craved blood and sex, and you would eventually hurt Fran. You tried to lie to yourself that Fran was your lover, but the beast inside you told you otherwise. She was just a thrall, a walking blood bag, an easy plaything.

"Turn me, James... Turn me..." Fran whispered between her moans.

Her words were haunting you. That's right. If I turn her, she will share my powers and we will finally be equal, right? I don't need to fear of losing her. We can hunt together, fuck as many times as we want, and live forever. A perfect way to keep her at my side. You felt your fangs elongating in your mouth.

You bent over and struck on her neck without hesitation. Fran groaned for a short moment when you plunged your fangs into the veins, and she smiled happily when she felt her blood flowing into you. She knew that she was dying and she would be reborn into a beautiful creature, a predator the same as you.

With a final, powerful thrust, you shuddered as you emptied yourself inside her. However, it was at this moment that your mind became clearer. You were shrouded in fear and you stopped sucking immediately and retracted your fangs. You pulled out of her with your member sliding out with a wet, slapping sound.

Fran collapsed onto the sofa with her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looked confused as she turned around and gazed at you.

"Master...? James? Why?" She said feebly, "Am I not your lover? Don't you want to love me forever?"

"I can't... I can't make you suffer like me..." You leaned on her in the sofa.

"Okay..." She sounded disappointed as she stroked your hair softly.

The two of you lay in the sofa and, caught your breaths after the event quietly. You couldn't help but feel that it was a pointless moral bottom line of not turning Fran, that it was selfish for you to have this kind of power for you own. The twisted thought was eating you alive, and you feared that one day it would consume you completely. But for now, you clung to the moments of happiness and peacefulness like this that Fran brought to you, even if they were tainted by the darkness that lived within you.

"I love you, Fran." You kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered.

"I love you too, James." She replied when she was still quivering from the orgasmic bliss.

You were satiated, for now. But you knew that the thirst would come back sooner or later. You wondered how long it would take before you gave in to it again.

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