THE RAVENOUS: A Story About Vampires That Isn't About Twilight

Story by Shai-Hulud

First off, I hate Twilight. Second, this is a work in progress that's centered around vampires. Eventually, it will be a collective of stories revolving around futa/shemales, domination, horror, and adventure. Comments and suggestions are most certainly welcome, but just know that not every chapter is going to be based on erotica. Anyways, I hope someone enjoys this. I'll be more enthused to write stories if I'm catering to an audience.

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CHAPTER I

The consistent percussion of raindrops battered the church's roof like a hale storm. It was maybe a little over half way into the rainy autumn night when a man garbed in dunned robes burst into the chapel's halls. He was drenched and dirty like a half-drowned rat, struggling for his breath and immersed in panic.

The lobby was seemingly vacant, despite the few rows of candles that were valiantly fighting the dark. The intruder began to breath easier, finding peace in his sanctum. He delicately closed the doors he had charged through a moment earlier.

A sigh of relief escaped his shivering lips.

Suddenly, a hand set itself on his shoulder. In a burst of alarm, he spun around swiftly and struck the stranger in the mandible with his forearm; almost in the same instance, he began bolting for the door.

As the man's glancing eyes fell onto the figure who had just hit the ground, he began to calm down almost as quickly as he had been riled up.

"Father, I apologize! Oh God, please forgive me," he begged apologetically. He leaned forward to help the priest up.

The elderly man gazed up in uncertainty. "My son, you cannot act so irrationally here! This is a house of God," he scolded furiously. The priest accepted the helping hand and recomposed himself once on his feet.

"You have the Devil's frenzy in you! You cannot stay here!"

The traveler dropped to his knees in seemingly unjustifiable terror. He wept from beneath his hood and pleaded, "Father, I beg of you! I seek sanctuary! Something wicked tracked my footsteps! I can only be safe here!"

The more enthralled that the distraught figure became, the harder he clutched something inside his cloak. Although his face was hidden inside his garbs, the priest could see snot dripping from his mouth and nose in a very disgusting yet pitiful manner.

In a sigh of disgust, the priest took mercy on the weary figure. He heartily rested his hand on the man's head. "Rise to your feet. Show some decency and I will permit you to stay until the morning. Then you must be on your way," he ordered sternly.

The man scurried to his feet, crying joyously to the priest's aid. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he irrationally repeated in thankfulness.

As the soaked man dragged his feet behind him, with his leather boots squeaking awkwardly, he began to calm down again.

The priest walked towards the door to lock up for the night. He wasn't going to welcome anymore episodes like this one tonight. As he hoisted the plank into its notches, a thunderous crash flung the door open. Splinters and debris flew dangerously into the vicinity. The old, judgmental priest was flung against the brick wall, connecting with the sickening sound of vertebrae splitting.

The fleeing man turned around in horror to witness his pursuer gingerly stepping through the doorway.

She was very soft on the eyes. The woman's frame was relatively small and meek, despite her awesomely curvy hips and breasts. Her skin was milky white and accompanied by very dark features. Her lips were painted in a deep, dark red. Long silky strands of jet black hair reached down past her bosom like a grim veil. Her collared cape followed obediently behind her as she walked aggressively towards her prey. Her facial expression contradicted her body language as it looked onto the man in a gentle and forgiving manner.

"No! Please! You can't come in here!" he screamed in terror, backing up against a cold hard wall.

She flexed her slender arm across her chest and unleashed a volatile backhand that knocked the man to the ground. His hood fell from his face, revealing his sickly pale complexion, as well as a mangled cavity where his right ear may have once been.

"Gustav, you lowly worm. Did you really think you could hide from Mistress?"

The victimized man began cowering in the corner of the room. "This is a house of God! You can't be here! No!"

She looked sympathetically onto her peon. She eloquently explained, "My dear, Gustav. You should have perceived by now that there is no God. All those old wives' tales are just irrelevant bedtime stories to keep their children in line." She lovingly caressed Gustav's cheek in the palm of her hand.

Her tone instantly took to that of a disciplinarian's as she sank her decorated fingernails through the man's cheek and into his

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