Willow Rose Hardcore

MAJOR WARNING for disturbing images and heavy sexual content. I took notes for my therapist, just saying...

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The small dark-haired woman runs with abandon through the heavily tree'd forest. She is being pursued and stumbles when she looks back. He is out there somewhere playing with her. She keeps running. Any thought of modesty long forgotten as her torn tee-shirt flaps in the wind. She hears something and stumbles again, hands flying out in front of her to break the fall. A small branch cuts a shallow groove in her arm. She has the thought that he will be able to smell her blood so she quickly rubs a wet handful of earth over the wound.

Silence...but she can feel him, she imagines that she can smell his desire for her, desire for her as food. He's strong and fast, faster than a human could be. He is a werewolf and he will eat her. Her outrage, her anger at being anyone's victim fuels her. She springs to her feet and she's off, running like a wild animal. She knows that he is behind her. Over the pounding of her heart she can hear his footsteps as he runs after her. She keeps running and trips over a log. The fall is harsh, but scrapes and bruises go unnoticed as she strains to listen for him.

Maybe he's a vampire, maybe he already rolled her mind and she just thinks that she's running. She tears at a cut on the back of her hand and is almost relieved when she feels the answering pain. She struggles to control her breathing, she's an athlete, a competitor. He is just another player trying to make her look bad. She springs up again and runs. Her lungs are burning. She still can't hear him. She is not some B-movie bimbo that will stop and assume that she lost him. Some part of her thinks that if he is still playing with her, she has no chance to escape. No, she will not give up ever.

Her father fought to the end, even the last day before the cancer took him, he put a smile on his ravaged face and told his girls that he was fine. She is a police officer. She will not quit. She promised her Dad that she wouldn't let family fall behind the badge as a priority. They are looking for her, they have to be. Why did she get in his car? How did he lose everyone?

It's policy to get in the car and have them drive around to the back of the building. It's policy on Hooker-duty to not carry a gun, the backup has you covered. It's policy that service medals are positioned first on the left side of the dress uniform. She tries to clear her mind of emotion and observe the situation from afar.

She stumbles again and feels something pop in her ankle this time. She wouldn't be dying tonight. She hadn't had a kid yet. She had to teach her children about their Grandfather. She struggles back to her feet and continues on. A fool just runs wildly, she knew to stay in a straight line. Eventually you had to come across some sign of life, some help, some way to survive. She hears a truck, a big semi is coming down an unseen road. She gets a burst of speed, adrenaline fills her, she feels no pain. She breaks out of the woods and sees the truck half a mile down the lonely black-topped road. She waves her arms as she runs toward it. She screams as it nears.

He slams into her from behind and they both crash down under the passing headlights. She doesn't allow herself to panic, she fights back and he roars at her. She claws at him and it feels like she was hit in the gut with a baseball bat. She looks down and sees him pull a long survival knife out of her. The blood seems hesitant to fall, but as soon as it starts, it comes raining out. She looks up and sees him unbuckling his pants. She looks higher and is a little bit satisfied that he is struggling for breath also. She watches the sweat, reflected in the moonlight as it drips down the side of his bald head. She watches his knife slide against her belly to slice through her pink shorts. She feels the cold night air on her exposed sex and watches as he spreads her knees and kneels between them.

"I..I'm a police..officer." The words sound hollow to her and for a moment she wonders who said them. She sees him unleash his manhood and feels it force it's way in her the heartbeat before everything goes black and the last thought before that moment is outrage at what he was going to do to her dead body...

"I do not care," is his only response.

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"What the fuck was that?" Willow said as she opened her eyes.

"Umm..excuse me, Ma'am?" Angelica sat on the bed staring at her with her Calculus textbook in her lap.

"I had a dream," she said as she sat up and looked around her bedroom.

"I didn't know vampires could do that," her pomme de sang said as she put away her book to make ready for the feeding.

"They can't," was all she said. She got out of the bed, her body cold and even more pale white than usual. She walked through the house, taking care to not even look into a room that had sunlight showing through the curtains. Some instinct propelled her forward until she came to the back kitchen, the room she had started this dream in. Sitting on the table was the newspaper. The headline story was about a missing Vice officer and the caption under the petite woman's picture in her dress uniform was Hero Cop's Daughter Kidnapped During Sting.

"How many clues do you need?"

She jumped and turned towards the figure that materialized in the doorway to the back patio. A tall thin man with an old-world styled tuxedo stood there and twirled his cane.

"If you won't do the job I sent you here for then I'll just have to take you..," his words stopped as he looked down in amazement as her hand came out of his chest holding his heart. He hadn't even seen her move. The vampires here were really just too powerful. Back to the pit, end of the longest line...damn, he thought as the darkness slowly overtook his sight. "I was...to warn...you...dumb...bitch."

She started to think that maybe just killing him might not have been a very good strategy on her part. "Well, I'm sorry," she said as she kicked the disappearing body. "What do you expect?! I was a lunatic before I became one of this world's vampires. You could have been a little more clear with the clues!"

"Did you say something, Ma'am?" Angelica asked as she came in to the kitchen.

"Nothing important, Baby." she replied as she pushed the girl a little roughly into the wall and tore her pink button-up shirt open and fed...deeply.

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This is just what I needed, she thought as she walked through the door of Regency Security Unlimited. Her nerves were so raw that she had almost dinged the garage door with her Porsche. She parked it and called a taxi just to be safe; a new paint job would cost a fortune. Even flirting with the big redneck cabbie hadn't improved her mood. She had pulled down the dress and flashed him nipple but he overreacted and she ended up having to threaten him if he took his pants off. But walking into this doorway and feeling the dozens of wererats that were in this building filled her with a deep hum of soft energy. She felt the almost undeniable urge to reach out through the power and stroke one of their energy signatures, to coax them, draw them to her. She just wanted to rub her whole body on them...Wow, this is some amazing shit, she thought with a laugh as she came to a beautiful big boobed blond wererat secretary at the receptions desk.

"Welcome to Regency, Ma'am. My name is Susanna and how may I assist you?"

Her voice matched the body and Willow thought of a few ways that the woman could assist her but cleared them from her mind and responded, "My name is Willow Rose. I should have an appointment with Mr. Del Rey."

"Go right in, Ma'am. Rafael is waiting for you." She motioned towards the frosted black glass door behind her.

Willow walked into the small but beautifully appointed office and almost stopped dead in her tracks. The soft power that she had felt from the other rats was a blowtorch from Rafael. He was drop dead sexy in his elegant tailored suit. She fantasized about climbing his tall body and licking the angular features of his face and stumbled but hid it well as she turned the misstep into a maneuver to sit in the guest chair in front of his redwood and steel desk. The whole room smelled of roses and she considered crawling under his desk and begging him before straightening out and pretending to be the big bad vampire.

"Welcome, Ms. Rose. I admit that I don't normally have vampire visitors but Richard is a friend and here we are. What do you want?" He leaned forward and poured himself a scotch from the crystal decanter on his desk.

She gave a slow and heavy-lidded smile as she thought about his question before snapping herself out of it. "Look, Rafael King of the Dark Crown Clan, I appreciate you're taking the time to see me. I'm new around here and I have a small problem that I think you can help me with." She could play the submissive if it would help her get what she wanted.

"It is unique that Jean-Claude did not request this meeting but the werewolf king did," he said as he drained the glass and refilled it.

"Richard is a longtime client of mine and thought he could help," she said and watched as the Latin heart-throb hid his discomfort nearly perfectly. "I pay Jean-Claude tribute to stay in the city but I'm not part of his kiss. I call rats. I would like rats to call. I don't know if all vamps that call an animal feel the same way but I feel empty without some of them around."

"You are different for a vampire, I'll give you that. To come and ask is unheard of in most of these situations. Usually your kind just takes what isn't yours and deals with the consequences later."

"I get that from some of the stories I've heard. You wouldn't believe me if I told my history so I'll just give you the cliff-notes version. I was a psychotic bitch in a past life, in a place that blew compared to this. Now I have a great job and I pay taxes and my pomme takes baths with me and all kinds of other cute things. From what I can tell, I'm really powerful and I'd like to cut a mutually beneficial deal with you." She noticed that he seemed more relaxed now that they were talking.

"What kind of deal did you have in mind?" he questioned her as he sent an email from his Blackberry off to Jean-Claude's office at Danse Macabre.

"How about we just team up?" she said with a flirty smile. "You cover me in rats and I'll join the Clan. You can be my boss."

He stared at her for a long time before uttering,"Your Boss?"

"Absolutely, you say jump and I bounce like a basketball." She smiled as widely as she could. If whoever the dude she just killed family comes looking for him or his boss or something, she could really use the reinforcements. She could definitely play the submissive, for a little while at least.

"Excuse me, I have to take this," he said as he stood and walked out of his office while answering the Blackberry.

"Say hi to the Master for me," she said brightly but he showed no reaction as the door shut behind him. She just reclined in the chair and daydreamed about Rafael's blood for awhile until he returned.

"As you guessed, that was Jean-Claude. He is somewhat surprised that you didn't talk to him before coming over here, maybe even annoyed that you didn't bother to ask permission first." He sat back in his chair.

"I assumed since Richard is his Beast to Call that asking him would cover it, but I'll go and kiss the ring if I have to."

"As I said before, you really seem to have a unique attitude for a vampire, a powerful one at that." When she only smiled, he continued,"So, you will join my Clan? Your Council may not approve of that, one of their own subservient to an animal?"

"Yea, I've heard of them. Jean-Claude said I should fill out some kind of application to be put on a list for Master of the City candidates and that his Sire might sponsor me. But I'm not in this for the politics, we can make each other happy so I'd take a back seat. I'd be your weapon, your tool."

He stared at her for awhile again as his mind raced. If he could get away with it, having his own vampire would be enormous if he could trust her. "What if I told you to take off your dress, bend over my desk, and had six of my rats come in here and enjoy everything you had to offer?"

"Testing me with sex isn't a good idea, ask Richard. I'm down for anything you want me to do." She stood and dropped her new black dress onto the floor and stood in front of his dark eyes wearing only black panties. She pushed them off of her hips and leaned over the side of his desk with an expectant look in her bright green eyes.

He stared at her for a long time before asking,"Then what should I test you with?" He reached out and touched her nipple with his long fingers. She didn't answer so he ran his hand over her bare white ass and cupped her curves, letting his fingertips brush her lips. He pulled her so that she was bent over his side of the desk and slid back in his chair and just looked at her. He hadn't taken any flesh tribute from his Clan for a very long time. Except for his forced moment with Anita, he hadn't had a woman since his ex-wife years ago. His body was trying to help him decide but he restrained himself, no reason to rush into something, no reason to endanger what he might build with the Executioner. He slid a long finger inside of her and listened to her whimper. He worked a second finger and felt her muscles clench at them, trying to draw them in. This isn't personal, it's a loyalty test, he thought as he pushed all four of his fingers into her and twisted them back and forth. As her wetness built, he pressed his hand deeper and worked his thumb inside her cool passage. She cried out as he made a fist and he leaned forward and reached up with his other hand to squeeze her breasts. She flattened against his desk and screamed as he drove the fist like a piston. He put two fingers from his other hand into her mouth and she sucked on them as he looked up from his work to see Susanna leaning against his open door with her beast nearly at the surface. She stared at the two of them and fell to her knees and begged her king to let her serve him.

"I think it's obvious," he said as he stared at Susanna while still ramming his arm into the vampire, "that your call to rats is sexual in nature..." How long would he wait for Anita? That was the question.

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She had gotten tired of waiting for the cab Susanna called for her to arrive so she walked down to the nearby bus stop as the bus pulled up. She made her way to the back seats and let her mind savor the feelings that she got from the wererats just by being around them. If she didn't have such a nice house, she'd have called some of the natural ones to live with her.

She opened her eyes at a soft sound and saw an older brunette woman that was breast feeding her baby before two black teenagers started to harass her by staring and edging closer to her. The woman pulled the child from her breast and quickly covered herself as she put the infant in it's carrier. The two teenagers moved to the seats surrounding her and the woman only lowered her eyes as her heart started to race. The older of the two lifted her chin with his fingers to stare into her face as he reached out with his other hand and unbuttoned her blouse. The other kid took one of her hands and pressed it into his crotch while whispering in her ear. She turned her face slowly to look at him while the first one pulled down her bra and groped her bare breast. He began to lower his face to her nipple and Willow watched in wonder as he licked it and suckled, drawing milk from her as he drank like the baby had just a moment before. The mother never made a sound, just sat there and rocked the carrier with one hand while everything happened to her. Her other hand proved to not be enough for the one and as he started to undo his pants, Willow moved over to their seats and immediately took the punk's mind with her eyes. The other one pulled off of the woman's nipple when he felt her arrive and she held his face for her gaze as well. The two of them apologized politely to the woman and went back to their seats near the front of the bus.

She helped the woman put her clothes back together and sat next to her for the rest of the journey. Her eyes got huge and she stared at Willow when at the next stop, the two attackers got off of the bus and instantly dropped their pants and went at each other in a frenzy right in the middle of the sidewalk. As the bus pulled away Willow could hear one of them grunting while the other moaned.

She asked the still silent woman if she could hold her baby and she spent the rest of the ride fascinated by the little guy and resolutely forced herself not to think about what the child would taste like. She looked at her hands that held the miniature person and seen all of the blood and death that they had caused and yet here they were, supporting the head of an innocent infant. Being a monster was not the way to master life in this world, she thought as she kissed the little guy's forehead and shut her eyes in pleasure as she let her tongue get the taste of his skin.