Thursday Photo Prompt – Bridge #writephoto

This  is  my  entry  to  Sue Vincent’s  of  Daily Echo , #writephoto prompt  bridge.

Rules  and  ping back  here .

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She  had  been  running  all day thoughts  of Mathew her  beautiful  Vampire filling  her  head. Today was  the  first  day  she had  really  had  the  strength  to  run  properly. It  had  taken  three  dangerous  days  of  cleaning  and  resting  to  heal  her  wounds.

She  had  had  to  lie  low with  the  constant  threat  of  Human Hunters and Vampires, the    Dawfs and Elves  were no  threat  but  sadly  they  were  dying out and  were  seen less and  less.This  was  sad  because  they  were kind  and  honourable  races.

It was  early  afternoon  when  she  reached  the  bridge. The  water  was  clear  and  clean and  the  shadows  were  cool  and offered an ideal  hiding  place. She  had  eaten  12 hours  ago  and  luckily  she  had  had a  good  meal and  even  with  her  precious  cargo  she  felt  full  and  satisfied. Out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  saw  a  water  rat  scuttle  into  a  crack in  the  brickwork… humm! she  thought  a  nice  snack  for later.

She  had  been  pregnant  for  two  and  a half  months  now  and had  stayed  Warewolf  for  the  entire  time as  she instinctively  new  her  human  form  could  not  carry  this  child let  alone  deliver  it. What  strange  things  Human were weak  and often  cruel. The  Vampires  where strong and  always  beautiful   but  so heartless, well that  went  without  saying.

What had  drawn  her  to  her  beautiful Mathew , he  had  smelt so  different  to  the others. The  smell of  death  and  blood  was  there  but  something else she  still did not  know  what. She  had  been  drawn  to him, not only  by  his hypnotic  stare or his  melodic voice. She  had  been in  human  form, naked  and  vulnerable, when  she  first  saw him  she  was  going  to  change  and  fight.

He had  called  to her, “I am alone  and  know  what  you  are  please stay, I don’t  want to  fight or  harm  you ”  She  had  been drawn  to him  naturally  and  by  no  magic  powers  and  they  both  new  they were  special.

She  was  suddenly  awoken  from  her  reverie   by  the  smell of  humans on  the  wind. Not  pleased she  skulked  back into  the the  shadows. The  smell  got  stronger  as  the  humans  neared  the  bridge. Hidden in  the  dark  listening  to  the  soft  flow  of  the  water  she  readied  to  protect  herself.

The  human came  into  view  and  to  the  Warewolf’s  surprise  it  was a  young girl she  was also heavily  pregnant. Suddenly  her  softer side  kicked in and  she  sat  and  watched  as  the  young  woman  drank  from  the  water  and  rested  in  the sun  for  a while.   When rested  the  young  woman  moved on.

The  Warewolf  felt  her  baby  move,  not  long now she  thought anytime  within  the  next two  weeks. After  a  drink  she  was  about  to  settle  down  for a  rest  when  she  smelt  Vampire!  At that  very  moment  she  heard  the  young  girl  scream. Without  a  second  thought  she  was  bounding  out from under the  bridge , all her  senses  alive  and  every hackle on her  back  up,  toward  the  screams. Human or  no  that  particular  Vampire  was  not  going  to  feed  if  she  could  help it. Not  without a  fight.

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If  you  would  like  to  read  the  first  part  of  this  story it  is  here on #wrtephoto last  week Tryst

Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

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Sue  Vincent  said :Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 22nd February and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback Here.  Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of  Sue’s post here.

summerhouse silhouetted against a dawn sky

She  came  around  the  side  of  the  summer house  to  find  him  waiting! The  relief  she  felt  was  impossible  to  measure. He  was  concerned,  did  anyone  see  her  leave, was  she followed. She  soothed  his  hair  and  told him  all  was safe  as  ever  she  had  been  careful.

It  was getting  harder  for  them  to meet  the  war was  encroaching  on  their lives  and  everyone  was  feeling  threatened  and  so  no one  was safe  from  prying  eyes. Their  eyes  met  in  the  darkling  of  the  late evening they  leaned  into  each other  to kiss. The  electricity  between  them  was visible. Running  his  hands  down  her  back  he  felt something  hot  and  wet…… Blood , he  withdrew  from  their  embrace  and  asked her  with  concern  how had  she been  wounded!

Hunters  she  said  as  she  crossed  the  mountain range  yesterday  evening  they  had  almost  caught her. Fear and  anger flashed  in her  eyes, she  was so brave  he loved  her  more  each  time  they  met.

Do  you  think , she  asked him would  their  two peoples  ever  come  to  a real peace. He looked her in  the eye and  said he had  no  answer. Time  pasted  and  they made  love  long  and  blissfully.

They were readying  to  leave  and  go  their  separate  ways  when  they  heard  a noise behind them in  a flash  she  turned  and  saw  torches  approaching . He  put his  finger  on  her  lips. My people  he  said, go ,go now he  whispered.

She  turned  and  ran  into  the  night  his  gazed after  her , as she  disappeared at  speed across  the valley. Not  a  second  too soon as  three  Vampires landed next  to  him!

There has  been a  sighting  of  a ware wolf   bitch  on  the  mountain  road they  told him.   Had  he  seen or  heard  anything they  asked.    Looking  them  straight  in  the  eyes  he  replied  yes  he  had  flown over  a  group  of  human  hunter’s  with  a  bitch  carcass on  their  sledge.

Fingers  tightly  crossed under  his  coat  he  bared his  fangs  at  the  lead  male. One  less  for us  to  worry  about   he  said . To  his  relief  they  all laughed  as  they  took off  north into  the  now  night  sky.

10 miles away to  the  south she  stopped  to lick  her  wounds, slowing  her  breath  to  almost  nothing  she  felt  for  the  tiny  life inside  her  , it  fluttered  it breathed…. to  the  gods of  the  the 5 races  what  would  this  she  was carrying  be . It  would  be loved!

 

Lamplight Rendevous

Under the silver  lamp post light

Feeling the cold and  damp  of  the ground

He sits and surveys  the night.

So awake and so alive listen to every sound.

 

Suddenly  his  nostrils  start to  twitch

He is detecting an unusual  scent

Reaching out  to  stifle a sudden itch

He looks into the dark his senses intent.

 

Here she come  the Queen of  the night

Lean and  sleek with a sexy  gait.

When she  see him her  eyes flash blue  and bright

They circle each other, a dance  with grace.

 

 

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