Vampires and Halloween go together like Ham and Eggs... you get my misty spooky drift. Today, author, Roscoe James, featured Vampire Flashing at the Liquid Silver SEx blog. If those kind of sharp piercing fangs are your turn-on, bound on over, Kittens, and enjoy the blood lust.
The Kougar, given her current leg-better-heal-situation, was only up to offering her Serial Vampire Flash ~
Zhario of the Dark Server Unit
Zhario sniffed for the acrid bloom of scent that would rapidly lead him to the mutant he hunted. Hunted to extinction. He laughed inside at his own dark humor. He could hear the swine mutant’s heavy tread in a city alleyway, as he searched for prey, preferably a hapless human. But any stray would do. Covered by the night, Zhario swiftly unfurled his great black wings, and launched from the low rooftop. The odor of the mutant had peaked, meaning he’d sighted a victim. Diving, Zhario caught a yellowish flash of the mutant’s tusk. “Cupid, come back here. Cupid, please!”
The woman’s shrill desperate voice would have cut to his heart, if he’d had one. Zhario swooped faster along the alleyway. This wouldn’t be an easy kill now. The mutant loped toward the woman, instead of feeding on her pet. Close enough to the ugly brown brute, Zhario’s fangs snapped out. The woman stood in a pool of neon light, paralyzed by fear, holding her dog tight against her bosom. Focusing on the mutant, he arrowed his flight. Landing on the brute’s back, he sank his clawed fingers into the mutant’s thick greasy hide. Rearing back, he unhinged his mouth.
The woman’s scream bounced through alleyway, eerily echoing. Zhario bit, feeling his dagger-like fangs slide deep into the flesh that served as the mutant’s neck. Greenish blood spurted from a severed vein. Infuriated by what the mutant considered a petty attack that interrupted his dinner, he bucked like a fiend, repeatedly slamming his body against the concrete walls on either side of them, and sending a dumpster flying. Zhario hung on, withdrew his fangs, then sliced them over and over into the mutant’s boar-like strength, shredding his shoulder muscles. The woman shrieked hysterically, as if she could stop their battle.
Stabbing his fangs beneath the mutant’s pig ear, Zhario found his artery, and ripped through it. Squealing horribly, the brute grabbed his neck with his pork-steak hand, trying to stop his blood from spurting like a fire hose. Unerringly, Zhario slipped forth his enchanted knife, and dealt the death blow. The mutant disappeared beneath him. At the same time, the woman and her dog were suspended in the sorcery vortex. He had to decide what to do with her. A full mind wipe was impossible. She’d witnessed too much, and the horror was embedded in her psyche. He felt it.
Zhario stopped dead in his tracks. Funny, he thought, since he was dead to the human world. Her resemblance to his first love was uncannily similar. His loins lurched. Hellblade, his whole body lurched toward her, and wanted. Savagely wanted and tenderly wanted. His mind wanted to believe it was her, even though rational thought told him different. It was the woman’s face that reached in, grabbing his soul, and gripping his aching hungry balls. Stone-rot, he couldn’t leave her here to endure a lifetime of nightmares. She’d probably end up in a mental institution, drugged into a constant fog.
Stepping forward in a move he knew he would come to fiercely regret, especially since it was against the Dark Server code, Zhario wrapped her inside his wings. She awakened as he levitated them upwards. To halt the scream surging up her throat, he kissed her, hard at first, then more forcefully as her lips responded. He wondered if it was just her instinctive reaction to his kiss, or if she truly felt a sudden passion claim her, as he wanted to claim her. Barely, he heard her dog ferociously growl at him. Hellblood, Victoria waited for him. Now what?
Despite the attack of her dog, their lips didn’t unlock. Instead, their kiss deepened into a soft rage of passion. Maybe he’d toss the dog at Victoria, now that it had bitten him and would be turned. Victoria loathed dogs, especially vampire dogs. Zhario wrapped his legs tightly around the woman. Unfurling his wings, he soared them toward the rooftop of his warehouse home. To his astonishment their mouths remained fused in a blaze of lust that would have sent him up a bonfire, if real. Was she so terrified this was her primal reaction? Kiss him into carnal surrender?
Zhario silently landed them beside his rooftop entry. With her dog in a stupor of adjustment, he concentrated on her, tenderly parting their lips. “Home,” he uttered as he folded his wings inside his back cavity. “Home?” She blinked and he observed the haze of passion filling her aquamarine eyes. He considered turning her, but that would deplete his strength. If Victoria attacked, he could lose. Besides, he didn’t want to turn her this way. “What’s your name?” He hoped like Hell’s Own she would tell him. “I dreamed about you,” she whispered. “I’m Karra. Are you really a vampire?”
“Yes, Karra. But don’t be afraid. I don’t want to harm you.” He watched the reality of her situation surface in her eyes. “Oh.” Her breathing quickened. “You saved me, didn’t you? From that beast thing?” Hell help him, she was adorable beyond any words, even more so than his lost love. “I belong to the Dark Server Unit. We eliminate beasts like that.” Cradling her dog in one arm, she draped herself against him. “Thank you. Good lord, you can kiss. My lips are still tingling. Can you do it again?” For instants, Zhario couldn’t recover his voice. “Yes...”
“Zhario, darling, I see you brought dinner home.” Victoria stood in the entryway, a sly smile altering her perfect features. Fiercely eyeing the vampiress, Zhario demanded, “You will leave my home immediately. I have discovered my High Mate.” Victoria didn’t bat an eyelash. “Prove it. If she doesn’t possess the mark...” Zhario interrupted, “I will prove nothing to you. Leave, at my word.” Karra shifted in his embrace. “Do you mean this mark?” Swivelling her head, she moved her blouse collar aside revealing the black wings of his House. Victoria shrieked, vanishing after an ugly snarl. Zhario kissed his Karra.
If you have beloved pets, here is the beginning of a mainstream the Kougar saw ~
What's ugly, smells, kills dogs? Blue-green algae
By ROBERT IMRIE (Associated Press Writer)
From Associated Press
September 27, 2009 4:11 PM EDT
WAUSAU, Wis. - Waterways across the upper Midwest are increasingly plagued with ugly, smelly and potentially deadly blue-green algae, bloomed by drought and fertilizer runoffs from farm fields, that's killed dozens of dogs and sickened many people.
Aquatic biologists say it's a problem that falls somewhere between a human health concern and a nuisance, but will eventually lead to more human poisoning. State officials are telling people who live on algae-covered lakes to close their windows, stop taking walks along the picturesque shorelines and keep their dogs from drinking the rank water.
~ http://enews.earthlink.net/article/bus?guid=20090927/4abef150_3422_1334620090927-1132623456 ~
Roaring, tail-slashing comment ~ If the Kougar had been forced to go to school year round, she would most likely have perished. Certainly, her spirit would have been murdered. As it was, she could hardly stand the amount of hours required, the mental pain being immense, even though she adored learning and generally made top grades.
Truly, what moi learned in grade school through the first year of high school, she could have learned in a third of the time, at the most. That means two thirds of her opportunity to learn was stolen from her by an educational system that was ridiculously regimented and outdated at that time. Now, it’s quantum levels worse, overall ~ not counting the good teachers who do their best to teach and reform the system.
In this Big Cat’s opinion, school all year long, is sheer unmitigated unconscionable abuse of children and their souls. If parents allow this, the humanity of their children will be lost to a system that seeks to make everyone conform like a cog in a wheel, or a chip in a computer, despite all the words and protests to the contrary. It’s the corporate nature of the beast. And it must be fed with the innocense of children and by draining them of their true creative intelligence like an eternally starving vampire.
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 274 ~
Sylva habitually observed people whenever she could, finding humanity and individuals fascinating, in general. As she gazed at Ranson, she couldn’t help but notice the loneliness lodged deep in his far-seeing eyes. She assumed, since she was romantic at heart, that it was because he didn’t have the companionship of a wife. Of course, maybe, he didn’t have enough close friends. Though, from the way he’d spoken about his home, it was obvious he loved where he lived. “I drove through a part of the Smoky Mountains...” Sylva halted, wondering if she’d revealed too much. “It’s okay, darlin’,” Zeke whispered.
Zeke caressed his Sylva’s arm, encouraging her to finish. “It was absolutely beautiful,” she finished. “I could certainly understand why they were named that.” Ranson gave her the grin guaranteed to charm any woman with a beating heart. “No better place to live. I keep telling Zeke that. Remember those coupla winters I took you home during breaks?” Zeke lazed a smile. “Sure do. Especially those icy snowballs you took such pride in, and hurled so effectively in my direction.” Ranson chuckled, leaning back. “Your retaliation surely got my attention.” Marina visibly perked up. “Retaliation? What did big brother do?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 273 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through August 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS
HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ I Do, Again? ~ renewing your vows in the most romantic way.
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Romance of Trail and Seneca
Tuesday ~ Jane Richardson ~ A Man With No Name
Sunday ~ Linda blogs ~ First Kiss - A Little Late
THE PINK BLOG ~ TRAVEL DAYS ARE HERE!
Sunday ~ Candida Heard: Forever Harlyn Bay ~ “Most of my childhood holidays were spent in idyllic sands, beach breaking swell and rock pools that form the Cornish coastline.”
Thursday ~ Margaret Maguire: Rethymnon, 1998. ~ “One of my favourite holiday destinations is the island of Crete.”
Wednesday ~ Stephanie Burkhart: Berlin, 1988 ~ great story and older pictures!
Tuesday ~ Keena blogs ~ Some places just speak to me... “...and in the case of Orkney, it said "get the hell out of here."
Monday ~ Jane Richardson blogs ~ La Serenissima ~ “When it comes to the world’s most romantic cities, Venice must be right up there in the top ten.”
SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ How do your shifters...shift?
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Worshipped from Afar ~ Find out our fave flowers and maybe be a winner!
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ The STALLION Runs Free and Wild
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Dolphin Mates and Beach Clues... great little dolphin shifter story.
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story the Kougar blogs ~ Somewhere Over the Rainbow... Darkness as Kallyn had never known enveloped her.~ RomanticSynonymous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
Have a Wonderful and Wild Autumn...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Wickedly dark kiss from the Kougar...