Katarina: So vampires are real! - Sex Stories

Katarina: So vampires are real!

The dark streets of the city lay deserted in the heavy rain. Though still far from the front lines of the Vampire Wars, the citizens knew that it was not safe at night. That was the vampires' method. Small numbers of them would infiltrate cities and towns, blending in among the humans, ambushing the vulnerable, leaving no trace except for the vanished ex-humans who rose again as new additions to the ranks of the vampires. Each morning, the local newspaper would report the previous night's tally, generally a few dozen, but steadily rising in the past few months. Night after night, slowly whittling down the numbers of humans. Softening up the beachhead before the inevitable tidal wave. A solitary figure moved along an otherwise empty street. As she passed under one of the few still-working street lights, her features became clearly visible. She was very beautiful, with long dark brown hair, a tanned and high-cheekboned face, large dark brown eyes, and full, pouty lips. Her skintight black leather pants and low-cut red blouse accented her hourglass, 5'7", 130-pound figure, showing off her round, muscular ass and round, firm 34C breasts. The custom-made high heels on her knee-high black leather boots boosted her height to just under six feet. She had a crossbow strapped to her back and a sword sheathed at her slender waist. Black leather gloves covered her hands, and a small silver pendant in the shape of a cross rested on her throat. Her name was Katarina and she was the latest ...

... in a long line of female vampire hunters. Only eighteen years old, she already had many kills notched on her belt, thanks to years of extensive training, daily heavy workouts, and the natural athletic gifts inherited from her mother's side of the family. The bloodline of vampire huntresses could be traced all the way back to the 15th century, when a Hungarian duchess had saved her castle by slaying the Transylvanian vampire lord who had been threatening it. Ever since then, the eldest daughter had continued the tradition of hunting vampires and training the next generation. Katarina had been warned by her mother not to go out alone at night. The vampires hidden in the city were growing bolder and more aggressive, and most hunters were going out in groups of at least two or three. Not Katarina, however. Like many teenagers, she was rebellious and sassy, and confident to the point of cockiness at her ability to protect herself. In the past five years, when the vampire problem had suddenly morphed from a minor nuisance to a genuine and horrifying threat to take over the world, hundreds of thousands of amateurs had joined the formerly small ranks of professional vampire hunters. Professionals like Katarina looked down on the newcomers, not without some justification, as the novices were often more hindrance than help, and frequently fell into vampire traps and ambushes that were some of the oldest tricks in the book. Why, just last week, a single vampire had lured eight hunters ...