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Hunting the hunters Ch1

... before effortlessly snapping the rope she used to bind him, while Mary fell on the ground, clutching her stomach. A dampyre, or daybreaker, is the son of a vampire and a human. The birth of such a creature is an extremely rare occurrence, because of several reasons: the vampires not being interested in sex, the fact that is quite uncommon to see a human and a vampire to get along enough to the point of even falling in love, the fact that not every vampire is fertile, but almost only the 'fresher' ones... However, it has all the strengths of the vampires but none of their weakness: it can walk in the sunlight, silver and garlic don't hurt him and he is not bothered by crosses. They can still be killed by a wood stake in the heart, and they can die if severely injured by silver bullets, but simple contact with silver doesn't hurt them. Most importantly in this case, the blood of a dampyre was highly toxic for other vampires: despite not being deadly in the quantities she had ingested, it would have take her out of action for some time... and possibly, in a painful way. "I think" said Dale, standing nearby the convulsing vampire "that I'll fuck you, after all." ------- When Mary regained consciousness, she was the one tied to the bed, her whole body still in pain for the poison she ingested. Dale sat on a couch, watching her while he ate something. "You woke up, finally. I was afraid I would have to start without you." He said, enjoying the view. "What are you going to do?" She ...

... asked weakly but defiantly. "Rape me? Oh, that's horrible." said the vampiress, forcing sarcasm in her voice. Perhaps if she could keep him busy for enough time, she thought, she could menage to regain her strength and break free. Dampyre or not, he would have paid for what he did. "Yeah, something like that. You know, if I'll like it I could also decide to keep you around." 'Idiot', she thought. Soon Mary would have recovered, and the simple rope that kept her tied would be useless against her rage. Slowly he got up, approaching her; he was still nude, and his quite impressive penis dangled between his legs, already semi erected. "Make good use of it" told the vampiress, referring to his cock. "Because I'll rip it away from you." "Of course I'll do." he answered with a laughter. "You can be sure of it. But, before I start, let me show you something." He said, picking up a small torch and lighting it up, pointing upward: a light violet circle appeared on the ceiling. For the first time, she didn't say anything; an UV torch could seriously hurt, if not kill, her. Damn it, her whole body felt like it was beaten by a pack of werewolves. "Oh, don't worry." he said, sensing her tension. "I'm not planning to use it on you again." Mary wondered what did he mean, while he screwed some kind of cap on the front of the torch. "Now look." said the vampire with a smile, switching the torch on again. This time, the circle was replaced by a perfectly shaped cross. With a hiss, Mary looked ...