Prologue of Eclipse of the night.

This is a first draft and has not been 'edited'. So having said that, there might be grammar and spelling issues, though I think I at least fixed the spelling issues(if there were any).
Feel free to leave any comments if you have any.


A soft thud was heard followed by “Muse... You are not going. Get out of that case.” Kat shook her head as she made her way from the kitchen to the dining room to check on the contents of her mini footlocker. With a roll of bright green eyes at the steel gray fur ball sitting on her camera she sighs as she tries not to laugh at her beloved familiar. “Muse my love, you may be too smart for both our own goods, but I am not taking you with me tonight. Now, shoo! ".
Muse looked her as he cleaned a paw as if she were crazy before nonchalantly getting up and head off towards the living room for more entreating things to do. " He should know by now he isn’t going" she said to herself as she moved her camera into the right spot like she should have before letting her growling stomach distract her. She had been waiting for tonight for some time and could not wait for nightfall to come.
Kat walked over to her desk, grabbing her daybook to retrieve the address to the building. She had never been there and had only heard stories her mother had told her. Nevertheless, she wanted to check them out for herself so she had managed to arrange permission to go investigate the school. Luckily, a close friend and fellow hunter had strings with the powers that be in the school district. Moreover, tonight was the big night. She had been looking forward to this for almost three months.
“Well.” She said to Muse as he brushed her leg. “I’m all set buddy. Mom will be here later to take ya to her place.” She bent down to hug her beloved cat. “I’ll see ya in a few days. Be good. Love ya” she hugged him tight and kissed his fuzzy head before putting him on the desk and grabbing her purse and keys. She then grabbed the case on the dining room table and headed out to her truck.

The Hunt

Written by me on Sept. 1st 2011. Its a tad hardcore but I have been told its really good. PLEASE do not take or claim as your own. Though I wish and hope my stuff wont be pirated, i would like comments.
Enjoy


As darkness falls, she lies in wait.

Flesh of ivory. Hair of darkest ebony. Lips of sanguine.Eyes of the purest emerald.

Whom dost he be this night. Heart so cold,it has to be. To keep her upon her chosen path.

Slender digits stroke slowly the velvety speckaled pelt benith them. Biding her time till the moon be high.

Upon the midnight hour as the clock strikes twelve, she comes forth from her lair.dressed to kill, yet looks not lethal.

She stalks her prey. Tall. Dark. Ravenously handsome.Eyes as azure as the oceans. Soul, black as night. Yet concealed behind trusting smile.

Coy, she plays as she catches his eye. Toying with him as if he a mouse. Silken words she weaves the web.

He takes the bait so easily. Leaning in he gets to kiss her. For a moment their lips touch. But a lady she be, never brazen in public.she draws back, enticing him with those emerald hues.

He follows her so willingly. Alone at last, the moth and the flame.

Her ruby lips lay claim as his callus hands tease taunt Lilly-white mounds, barely hidden under her satin dress.back and forth they taunt one another, yet at this game she is far better.

Soon the rouge be unclothed. Fodder for the widow spider. The paleness of her flesh against his, a vast difference in hue. Ying and yang. Though, harmonious not.

He leads his lamb to his senual slaughter, or so he thinks. Flesh upon flesh, they writhe as one. Each taking from the other in mutual accord.

She shifts though he thinks his doing, till straddled upon him. Emerald and azure hues locked one upon the other.

Slowly she rides her steed. Taunting. teasing. Until either can barely stand any more. Tis then the widow strikes.

As seed spills forth and juices flow, his jugular is violently tapped.

Tis not till euphoria of planting within his conquest begins to subside dost he feel of the sting of her death bite.

Azure hues widen, yet move not he does. Frozen half way between fear and lust, his body unyielding. Still hungry for her velvety flesh upon him.

Slowly, she draws forth the coppery crimson nectar. Just as she grinds her hips againt him in easy torture.

Groans of mixed pleased and pain fill her ears. Purrs of satisfaction reverberate agaisnt his bloody, bruised throat.

Like a lioness hold her prey within a death grip, so two, dose this beauty.

Death comes slow to this gorgeous man, for a quick merciful death is to good for one so evil.

When but a few drops left, she releases his flesh only to look down upon him as she wickedly grinds against him.

Azure hues stare up in conflicted confusion, till the last of his blood pools beneith him.

Heart stops beating, lungs stop breathing. The human demon is no more.

She of many names looks down at him, dare that be a tear upon her cheek.

Though he be a monster deserving of her justice, he was not so different then she.

Long hours she sits upon her trophy, contemplating her next move.

Yet, once more azure and emerald hues are locked upon one another;

though only one can see.

Update

Life has been hectic and there has been a move involved. But I have finally started to write again. Thankfully. I will try to put updates here more often about how the book is progressing and maybe put poems and what not I've written and maybe short tidbits of the novel itself.Well my dears its late so I am going to go for now. My next entry will be far more entertaining. Have a blessed evening.