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ERIDAN 15The blonde circles around the girl whose expression is still blank, then buries her facebriefly into girl’s hair, inhaling deeply. She then looks at Helen. Her eyes are sparkling,their shade almost exact as the moonlight.“You mesmerized her,” she says half-accusingly, half-amused.“Of course I did,” Helen frowns.“Well why hunt if you won’t take her forcefully?” the werewolf inquires. “Now herblood is already too calm. I like them more when they’re bursting with adrenaline.”“So do I,” the vampire can’t help but smile. The blonde seems pleased to have somethingin common with her. She nods, her honey tresses dancing around her face, and takesanother step towards the other woman. Now when she is closer, Helen can feel heatemanating from her body, as much as see the daring sparkle in her eyes.It’s been too long since she has been in such near vicinity to a werewolf, out of securesurroundings of her office.“We could share her,” the blonde offers, her smirk growing mischievous. “Hunt hertogether until she is ready.”Helen can’t believe what this strange werewolf is offering. Wolves and vampires, huntingtogether? It is unheard of, scandalous even. She should just turn and leave, find anotherprey. Instead, she is staring into the blonde’s eyes, finding the entire world of challengesthere – and truthfully, the vampire finds that quite arousing. Her maker would renounceher if he knew she was even considering it, and that thought brings Helen some oddpleasure. She hates the one who created her as much as she loves him, and his intoleranceof werewolves is no secret. It would infuriate him, and Helen loves to do exactly that.After all, his disapproval was what brought her into her line of work.But there is more to this than just playing those century old games with her maker andHelen knows it. This woman – this wolf – is offering her precious freedom, wildernessnever before experienced, and possibly more, maybe even all those things Helen neverdares to dream of.The blonde’s smile is close, her entire appearance contrasting Helen’s. The vampire is tall,her long locks dark just like her eyes, but there is more to their differences than the colorof their eyes and hair; where Helen’s lean, pale body hides all strength she possesses, itis blatantly obvious in the blonde’s well-shaped muscles. Vampires are seductive in theirnature, easy to blend in, which is a useful asset when hunting in well-populated areas –and werewolves are blatantly aggressive, with no need for games and pretense illusions.Then why is this wolf playing games with me, Helen wonders.“What is your name?” she breathes.“Alina,” comes the husky, almost growling reply. The vampire smiles and nods.“I am Helen,” she says, glancing to their prey. “Let’s hunt, then.”62Short story