Mated Enemies

The small town of Badger's Creek slept well beneath the dark cover of night. Outside the blue velvet night sky was blanketed with stars, the air cool and crisp, waiting to meet the morning's steamy balm. From above, the town was the picture of perfection; with it's red steeple roofs and brightly painted red barns, dark shingled white dwellings in the middle of green-green fields. Horses dotted the landscape, corralled for miles behind long stretches of ranch fencing, as geese and swans floated gently down the streams and lakes that bordered the sleepy valley. While white coated sheep grazed at will in the lower hollows, bleating out their content. It's a dreamer's vision of a sleepy idyllic, New England village of days gone by. Quaint and picturesque, Badger's Creek is one of those places, which time forgot, and it forgot sometime in the last two and a half centuries. The streets are lined with little cottage like homes with large four hundred-year old

"Prince...I mean, Lucien, what's on your mind? You've been a bit preoccupied this evening.""Have I? I hadn't noticed." I swirled the bourbon around in my glass without interest. I doubt anyone ever notices that I hardly ever drink when we have one of these little get-togethers. Just a quick slight of hand whenever anyone pays too close attention always does the trick. I don't do it for any particular reason, just habit I guess. But I've always felt like I have to be the most responsible when in a setting like this, and with good reason, because I am. "So, some of us were talking and..." The way he fidgeted and looked back at the others told me I wasn't going to like this."Go on!" I finally took a sip of the aged brew as he fidgeted around some more. "For fuck sake Gavin, you're ten thousand years old stop fidgeting like a twelve year old cheerleader." Believe it or not, my gruff words are the easiest way I know to put them at ease, otherwise they'd shit th

"Nat, are you alright? You seem a little pale.""I'm fine Patrice, as you three reminded me earlier, it's almost that time of the month that's all." I hate lying to them but there is no way I'm going to put a damper on their carefree days. For all that they're as old as I, inside they're little more than the eighteen year olds they appear to be. With their heads in the clouds and nothing more stressing on their minds than what to wear to the next school dance. I wish for them always to remain that way, that they never lose that light and laughter. No, I will carry this burden alone, whatever it is. Or maybe I will put a call in to my mom later and get her thoughts on the subject. Though opening that can of worms may very well bring the elders running. I thought of nothing else all day and wished by the end of it that I could put it all down to just premenstrual distress, but I knew better. There's definitely something more at work here, and the stress of havin

Why is fate fucking with me? I inhaled deeply of her scent and knew that this was a place where she spent a lot of time. Her aroma was very strong here. My last hope after accepting that there was going to be a battle ahead in the coming days was that she was anything but nymph. My senses only allowed me to capture the fae in her, but there was something else, some hint of something else mixed in with the musky bouquet. My heart thundered in my chest at the implications. I left my bike lying on its side in the damp leaves of the dank forest and moved towards the edge letting my senses guide me before moving deeper into the thick foliage of the forest. I sensed more bodies but they were of no interest to me now. The closer I got to her the stronger the pull became until my incisors were damn near cutting into my lip and my cock was about to bust through the leather of my pants. I came to a stop once I was well hidden from view of anyone and anything except the a

He'd waited too long to find her and by the time he did the madness was upon him and he ended up killing her by mistake when she resisted him. We've never been a good mix her kind and mine for all the reasons I've already mentioned. Why would they do this? Hadn't they learned the last time? It had caused a rift between our people that still lasted to this day. Not that there had been any love lost between the two factions before. We've always been at odds with each other. It's the reason my ancestor's intended had resisted him, out of fear. Not because she did not want him, which no one will ever know, but because among the fae, vampyre are reviled and looked down upon as something dark and evil. While they themselves are of the light. It is true that my people didn't have the most enviable of beginnings. No one really knows how we came to be in fact. But the prospects are not good. We know that we were made from another race of people that had existed before