He lifted his snout towards the sky to catch the scent of his surroundings; a flowing breeze in the air caressed his fur, mirrored in the form of waves upon it.

His fur glistened wet from the morning dew and the fine mist which was laying on the ground, stroking it with a velvet touch.

He stepped slowly forwards and scanned the area with his eyes, his paws frisking carefully at the ground for a safe stand, step by step, in slow motion.

Every single muscle tensed as he made his way silently further through the forest, like a hunter looking for his prey.

As he heard a soft voice singing, his ears flicked from side to side, to make out its position.

Once he made out its direction, he moved with big leaps towards the sweet sound which filled the air and rang inside his mind, like a hypnotic chant.

Like a moth attracted to the light he moved closer and closer still.

A low, growling noise escaped his throat, once he was close enough to see a young maid sitting next to the river.

His now narrowed eyes got a sparkling look and the fur on his back rose.

He slowly traced sidewards in a bow around the Maid and bared his fangs.

The low, soft growl became louder as he started to snarl and a fine spray of saliva could be seen as it was slightly sprayed towards the maiden which noticed, finally, the threat.

For only a few seconds she was paralyzed, unable to move she sat frozen in place.

Her fear let her heartbeat race inside her chest, ringing inside her head like drums, before her instinct prevailed and drove her to run for cover towards the village.

Sobbing and with tears in her eyes, she tried to reach the village.

He knew it would be easy for him to slay her in less than a minute, but it wasn't what he wanted.

It would have been to easy and less amusing, because he liked to play with his prey.

Chasing it to a point of complete exhaustion, till they are mentally broken and finally start to resign themselves to their fate.

Only then he would sink his teeth deeply into her tender flesh, puncturing the velvet skin on her throat, until the dying breath would leave her mouth, to leave nothing but silence.

He just played with her hope to reach the village, only to shoot it down in flames over and over again.

A few minutes before she would have reached the village, he confronted her once more with the plain truth.

Now, since he had been between her and the village, she had been cut off from the safe harbor of hope.

Her feelings drowned and buried in the bowels of the ocean, which constricted her throat, took her breath away and brought her to silence.

His threatening gestures which filled the air with a deafening sound lead her back towards the forest.

She ran with shaky legs, panting and near exhaustion back into the forest.

Trembling she leaned against a tree, she stumbled from one to another before she finally resigned and sank to the mire.

Her nails digged into the ground, trying to pull herself over the ground to crawl away.

After a few meters she turned herself around, laying on her back and struggled backwards.

The wolf got closer with every passing second, her eyes focused on his, starring into her final destination.

He moved slowly next to the maiden, which was once more paralyzed by fear.

His jaws lowered towards her face, fine lines of saliva ran down his chaps, dripping down onto her chest, as he stood finally over his prey.

Still snarling with bared fangs, he inhaled deeply her scent. His eyes focused on hers,mesmerizing her, trying to bend her to his will.

She struggled and tried to fight it, but finally fell for its hypnotizing effect.

Her body all relaxed, her mind all calm, as she was finally under his spell.

After he recognized the spell, he changed his appearance back to the Vampire he was.

A small and evil grin appeared on his face as he reached with his hand downwards the maiden. The icy skin of his pale hand caressed the silken flesh of her neck, before he lowered his body, to bring his lips closer to hear ears.

Kneeling next to the maiden, he bared her neck with his other hand and grabbed with a tight grip the hair on top of her head.

His eyes now focused on her throat, the pulsing heartbeats rang inside his mind as he could see the lifeblood pumping through her veins.

His voice was soft, smooth, and calm as he began to speak: "Did you ever ask yourself, what's the meaning of your life, my dear....?"

He stopped for a second and tilted his head just a bit to the side before he continued to speak.

"I will tell you,.... people of your kind... exist only to serve those of mine. You're nothing more than cattle on the pasture."

His words cut their way through her mind like razor blades as she was listening to him and with a shivering voice she whispered: "God,.... please...."

Her words, so sweet, like music to him.

He hissed and preached: "No God... you're all alone, you've ALWAYS been...!"

His words sprung tears into her eyes, running down her cheeks in fine lines.

With a soft and gentle motion of his hand, he wiped them away.

"I will show you so much more my dear... it is not the end. It is just the beginning." he spoke once more with a calm voice, before he punctured her neck with his fangs.

She responded to him with a soft moan and a warm gush of blood ran down his throat as he started to drain her.

The sweet, warm and tender liquid caressed his throat with a tender touch, as he continued to drink more and more of her.

For some reason he stopped and placed her body down onto the ground.

With the claw of his forefinger he cut into the wrist of his other hand, he placed the open wound above the maidens mouth and started to feed her with it.

His voice, calm and serious: "Don't fight it... it is a gift of mine."

It was the first step of a blood bond, between her and him.

After he was done, he reached once more with his hand to grab the maidens hair and with a harsh movement, he tilted her head to the side.

The claw of his forefinger, sliced slowly and carefully into the skin at the side of her throat, to mark her as his property.

She would belong to him, till the final death or something else that could end this bond.

Without a single word, he left her on her own, down in the mire ... for now.