Free Longest Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn Page B

into the chair that showed perfectly defined rattan patterns scored into her skin.
    He continued.  “So, I started killing them one by one.  The vampires.  The abominations against nature.  I include myself.”
    Tamesine was leaning in now, her eyes sparkling.  “You’d have to, wouldn’t you?”
    He nodded.  Interesting.  She seemed intrigued and amused.  This was going too well.
    “Well, I sort of started a war.  Beginning with the vampire who betrayed me, I launched an assault last year  on his home and killed two old vampires.  But not all of them.  Not Bas, the one who I wanted most.  Suffice it to say, I am a hunted man.  That is why I am here below civilization.  I’m hiding out.”
    Tamesine clapped her hands and shot out of the chair.  “What a wonderful story!  Are you still at war?  Or are you too afraid of them now?  I would love to join you.”
    Alvin couldn’t have been more shocked.   What?  She wanted to join him in annihilation of her own race?  Well, he already knew she was nuts.
    He stared at her dancing around completely nude, tried not to let it turn him on, but that wasn’t the case.  His cock shot up about as quickly as she had out of her chair.
    “Are you serious?  You would be willing to hunt and kill vampires?”
    “I spent the last thirty years torturing one.  It was fun, but then he disrespected me when I tried to make up for it.   Cunt!  He was a real shit!  I just wanted to be welcomed back home.  Killing some of those arrogant ass-holes sounds fun.”
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
    He fell asleep finally and went into the dream that haunted him most in the past six months.  The one where she was alive and came to him in the snow, wearing only white furred boots and a long furred scarf that reached her knees.  In this dream, she circled him, like an animal might before it attacked.  It was clear she wanted something other than a fight.  Her long satin hair flowed behind her as she moved around him, and although he kept pace with her movements, she was the dominant one in the dream.  But he never touched her.
    He watched as she moved her hands on her own body, sliding the scarf aside to reveal perfect full breasts with dark nipples erect in the cold air.  Her breath curled away from her as she began to breathe harder and harder while her fingers curved down her body and into the heat between her legs.  A large charcoal gray boulder was the only vibrant color in the mostly black and white dream, and she leaned against it, drew a leg up to reveal the core of her sex to him as he watched, frozen, while she massaged the area.  As she reached climax, he dropped on his knees several feet from her, wanting nothing more in his life than to put his mouth where her hands were.  But he couldn’t move.  Even in the dream he knew he was unworthy.
    He always woke from the dream erect and wet.  Tonight was no different. He rolled unevenly off the saggy couch and looked for the bathroom, but he didn’t see one.  Most of these cabins had outhouses, so he pulled on his gear and boots, and forced the door open past snow that blocked it closed.  
    The snow had stopped, and the early night sky was pitch black, and crystal clear.  One thing about living in northern Alaska that put the rest of the world to shame was the night time sky.  When the clouds parted, it was a window to heaven.   Stars were unbelievably bright and close here at the top of the world. 
    Daniel trudged through the high snow that tried to rip off his boots, and finally made it to the small shed-like room that held only a deep hole and a couple of rolls of seriously cold toilet paper.  He cleaned up quickly, and hurried back to the cabin.
    With the door secured, keeping the cold out, he rebuilt the dying fire, and when it was crackling away with nice hot flames, he headed into the kitchen to get something to eat.  He found a coffee pot filled with cold coffee, heated up the contents,