Slender Noctambulist one & two

Slender Noctambulist1

It was a dark night, was it not obvious that on this night his full moon instincts would be at full.2

Marion sighed as he drove along the busy highway, dodging the lights flickering in his eyes.3

In the back seat of the car Eavan sat tied up, roped wrapped around her arms and legs, her scarf gagging her mouth.4

She did not move or make a peep. Instead she was silent, hot tears falling from her eyes.5

Marion was not a violent man, rather a man that acted completely out of impulse.6

Eavan had been his lover of almost Three months now, she had been the kind with a heavy heart, and one full of pain and resentment for the people who had made her live a living hell.7

Marion had rescued her from all of that providing her with a love she had never experienced before and never expected to experience in her life.8

She had her secrets and as did he, and only when the lights were dull did he really know who she really was.9

By day she slept and at night she awoke walking the dead night’s air. 10

The creature of the night they had called her, no one willing to even take the time to get to know her outside her fears of life itself. Not that it worried her at all, only Marion knew the real reason why she could not face the sunlight, why the stepping out into the sunlight would nearly kill her.11

Through all the secrets that they had shared, Marion was yet to share his darkest secret under the blessing of the full moons light.12

Quietly she sat watching the moon came into view.13

For this Marion was almost too glad that they had almost arrived at there final destination.14

He could feel the fire burning inside his soul, inside his eyes as anguish anger flowed through-out his body.15

He pulled into the Riverside car park upon the rocks, letting the engine die down, the midnight fog floating through the sky creating an early atmosphere.16

Fighting his hellish urged Marion scratched at the door handle with fright, finding his way as he open the door and stepped onto the stones, loving the sound like breaking bones as they crunched beneath his wolf like feet. 17

The pain of hunger now etching at his soul as his body started to transform as the clouds disappeared to reveal the moon in all its deadly glory.18

He pulled at the back handle of his car, pulling it apart with his new strength. He glared at her with Crimson red eyes full of passion and furry pouring from his every pore.19

Very soon Eavan could see that Marion was growing little tuffs of hair, soon covering every inch of his skin.20

She whimpered in fear, thinking of things to come, watching and waiting his hand turning to claws.21

"Don't scream my love, and don't cry" he said, twisting in agony as he let out an ear piercing howl, his eyes cast directly upon the moon.22

Without an act or word about it he lowered his head, clawing viciously at the roped that tamed her motionless. 23

His transformation was Complete.24

Terrified and light headed Eavan numbed her whimpering to a dull sate of silence, her breathing becoming deeper as she felt his claws scrap at her clean, white flesh; blood seeping from her every wound, as the ropes began to wear and fall apart onto the car seat beneath her.25

When she was free of the ropes tight grasp, her breathing remained deep as Marion claws travelled across her sleeveless blouse, tearing away easily at the thin material, bearing her firm and inviting breast for his sharp teeth’s approval.26

All the while Marion felt a surge of need flow through his core, his heart, right were his addictions and the curse darkness had set upon him lay. She screamed for him to have his wicked way with his beloved Eavan.27

Squirming and fighting of his claws Eavan grasped at what ever material had been left upon her naked virgin body, trying her hardest to cover her breast from his haunting eyes.28

Those breasts he had been so hungrily eager to devour.29

Taking on of his claws to her breast he held in gently against her skin, gliding it slowly across her nipple, tearing away at her skin, letting the small forms of blood turn into a river running right down her luscious curves.30

At the smell of blood, even being it her own, her back arched as her nostrils flamed awakening the animalistic nature inside of her. Her mouth became moist and full of temptation, wanting Marion so badly to take her Red, bleeding, swollen nipple into his mouth for him to feed on and drain her of her bitter filled pain.31

"Do what you must Marion to suffice your hunger," she groaned in pleasure, her body bucking under his touch as he slowly began to suckle and lap at the blood that ran and surrounded her nipples and beyond the curves that tamed her hips and navel. Slowly, ever so slowly satisfying his hunger.32

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Marion had ripped her near to shreds, her bloody body lay in the back of the seat. Pleasured and decapitated like a pile, a pile of ribbony flesh 34

His claws covered in her juices, her ever so erotically satisfying blood. Flesh swelled between his fingertips as he turned. The moon hiding behind the clouds of the night. His brutal human form returning to the elegant man she had loved.35

What had he done to his lover? Betrayed her like that. He had destroyed her beauty. 36

He had been so consumed in basking her in the rough, brutality he had been made into the moment the moon light flickered in his skin.37

The hairs on his back stood at an end, tuffets of his wolverine fur ruffled and blew in the wind, as he pulled what-ever was left of his beloved Eavan out of the car, and carried her to the river ahead.38

He cried tears of pain, sharp tears. Tears of her blood from his soul trickled down his cheeks, and across his lips. Leaving the salty feeling of remorse and regret.39

His feet felt the chipped, Jagged edges of the stones below pricking at his tender skin. Though he did not let that pain consume him, only he appreciated it all the more, for the pain and suffering that Eavan had to encounter.40

“Stop Marion, you tearing the skin.”41

He had not listened only pushed her to the edge, tearing her wrist at first, and then slicing her veins as he drove his beast inside of her delicate, white deepness. Oh how the blood has poured,  running down her arms, and at first he never seemed to notice. He was concentration on the moon, and his passion. He never noticed he was loosing her. He never saw her eyes shut or felt her heart stop. He never even heard her breathing cease.42

“Eavan…wake up...Eavan WAKE up…” he had growled, shaking her limpid, mutilated body as more blood flowed, fresh blood, her veins all tangled in his fingers. He could see her bones and held back the lump of sickness that swelled within his throat.43

What had he done?