A hunt, they said, with willing participants that would mutually benefit all parties. The first invitation she had gotten to one was some three years ago and she had gone out of curiosity. They had offered her the right incentives, it had the seal of approval from the city, and there was screening that happened to make sure everyone was healthy - of mind and body - later she would doubt the first of that for any that willingly participated.
The Great Hunt - Every Friday night from dusk until dawn - Wear appropriate colors for what preferences you have (Red for female, Green for male, Yellow for either) and follow the additional accoutrements to indicate if activities outside of the main are welcomed (See attached document for details). To the Willing, you are responsible for your attire, any that do not follow the rules will be expelled, or subject to activities that the Hunters cannot be held liable. The Willing must show up an hour before dusk for inspection, we guarantee a minimum of five hunters however some specialty requests might not be available on all nights. Please contact us if you have a special request, additional costs will apply.
It was all very civilized. They would stalk through a section of a city, small town, or forest and "hunt' down the Willing. The Hunters, all vampiric in nature — though with varying natures to be sure — were able to feed without threat of pesky law enforcement getting involved. Anonymity could be maintained through wearing masks, both the Willing and the Hunters, and other, darker, urges could be satisfied by finding one of the Willing wanting such dark urges to be performed on them; a real win-win situation.
Overall Kes had hated the experience but it did allow her to satisfy her hunger without dealing with any repercussions the next day. She went once a month, sometimes twice, always masked and only to feed. Some of the Willing were looking to be terrified and she typically chose those for her victims, willing or not that was what they were. She would stalk them, hunt them down, corner them and drink her fill. That had worked until one of the Willing had gotten attached. He was there every time she participated and put himself in her way. He was human, which meant he was either hiring one of the other vampires to scent her out or using magic to do so; neither of those were acceptable to her for the Hunt was nothing more than a way to feed. She had stopped going shortly after the coordinators had reached out to her stating that a man had offered a ridiculous amount of money to be given her personal information.
Why the urge to join the Hunt that night had been so strong she did not know, but she did not feel the need to analyze it closely and so she went; the coordinators had been thrilled to have her as she had brought in several repeat customers. It had been hours after dusk that she arrived and began stalking through the designated stretch of woods that was the hunting ground for the night. When she arrived she could smell three or four of the Willing straight off and avoided them, they reeked of desperation and lust, she was there to feed her hunger, not bed some stranger.
As she skirted the edges of the allowed area a different scent came to her on the wind, licorice and citrus, it was a unique blend and one that brought to mind a very singular man. Her path was altered and she danced through the shadows until she could see him walking steadily down one of the many paths. Hunt abandoned she diverted her attentions for a time to converse with him. She found him intriguing, frustrating, full of odd angles and odder behaviors; in short, she liked his company.
When he left her, perhaps an hour later, she felt empty. How long had it been since she had company she truly enjoyed" Something so simple as someone to talk to beneath the beauty of a nearly full moon without worrying about other considerations" It was a question she would need to think about, and consider the why when she admitted the answer to herself. What had he said" "I also notice you are surrounded by a veil of words, questions, explanations. You can take off that veil as easily as you removed your jacket, if you work up the courage."
Oh yes, she could take that veil off, she had in the past...and that had worked so well for her; even in her internal monologue the words sounded full of bitterness. In this town vampires were commonplace and perhaps she could be more open about such things, but not all vampires were the same and once details were exchanged she found more people kept their distance — as they should — than not. It had been a pleasant way to spend some time and so she would take it for what it was, a nocturnal interlude. "I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.*" He had been a small, bright pebble that had contented her for a time.
It was still hours until the sun rose and forced her to retreat, there was the Hunt and her hunger. The fools that submitted themselves so willingly to be prey would not fill the empty hole but it would satisfy a necessity, and so she returned to the Hunt and lost herself in the momentary pleasure it provided.
*Quote by Plato.
The Great Hunt - Every Friday night from dusk until dawn - Wear appropriate colors for what preferences you have (Red for female, Green for male, Yellow for either) and follow the additional accoutrements to indicate if activities outside of the main are welcomed (See attached document for details). To the Willing, you are responsible for your attire, any that do not follow the rules will be expelled, or subject to activities that the Hunters cannot be held liable. The Willing must show up an hour before dusk for inspection, we guarantee a minimum of five hunters however some specialty requests might not be available on all nights. Please contact us if you have a special request, additional costs will apply.
It was all very civilized. They would stalk through a section of a city, small town, or forest and "hunt' down the Willing. The Hunters, all vampiric in nature — though with varying natures to be sure — were able to feed without threat of pesky law enforcement getting involved. Anonymity could be maintained through wearing masks, both the Willing and the Hunters, and other, darker, urges could be satisfied by finding one of the Willing wanting such dark urges to be performed on them; a real win-win situation.
Overall Kes had hated the experience but it did allow her to satisfy her hunger without dealing with any repercussions the next day. She went once a month, sometimes twice, always masked and only to feed. Some of the Willing were looking to be terrified and she typically chose those for her victims, willing or not that was what they were. She would stalk them, hunt them down, corner them and drink her fill. That had worked until one of the Willing had gotten attached. He was there every time she participated and put himself in her way. He was human, which meant he was either hiring one of the other vampires to scent her out or using magic to do so; neither of those were acceptable to her for the Hunt was nothing more than a way to feed. She had stopped going shortly after the coordinators had reached out to her stating that a man had offered a ridiculous amount of money to be given her personal information.
Why the urge to join the Hunt that night had been so strong she did not know, but she did not feel the need to analyze it closely and so she went; the coordinators had been thrilled to have her as she had brought in several repeat customers. It had been hours after dusk that she arrived and began stalking through the designated stretch of woods that was the hunting ground for the night. When she arrived she could smell three or four of the Willing straight off and avoided them, they reeked of desperation and lust, she was there to feed her hunger, not bed some stranger.
As she skirted the edges of the allowed area a different scent came to her on the wind, licorice and citrus, it was a unique blend and one that brought to mind a very singular man. Her path was altered and she danced through the shadows until she could see him walking steadily down one of the many paths. Hunt abandoned she diverted her attentions for a time to converse with him. She found him intriguing, frustrating, full of odd angles and odder behaviors; in short, she liked his company.
When he left her, perhaps an hour later, she felt empty. How long had it been since she had company she truly enjoyed" Something so simple as someone to talk to beneath the beauty of a nearly full moon without worrying about other considerations" It was a question she would need to think about, and consider the why when she admitted the answer to herself. What had he said" "I also notice you are surrounded by a veil of words, questions, explanations. You can take off that veil as easily as you removed your jacket, if you work up the courage."
Oh yes, she could take that veil off, she had in the past...and that had worked so well for her; even in her internal monologue the words sounded full of bitterness. In this town vampires were commonplace and perhaps she could be more open about such things, but not all vampires were the same and once details were exchanged she found more people kept their distance — as they should — than not. It had been a pleasant way to spend some time and so she would take it for what it was, a nocturnal interlude. "I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.*" He had been a small, bright pebble that had contented her for a time.
It was still hours until the sun rose and forced her to retreat, there was the Hunt and her hunger. The fools that submitted themselves so willingly to be prey would not fill the empty hole but it would satisfy a necessity, and so she returned to the Hunt and lost herself in the momentary pleasure it provided.
*Quote by Plato.