I am old.

Not in the way of a pair of shoes that are ready to be discarded, I have been on this planet for ages. I’m not even certain I could count the years if I wanted to: methods of keeping track of time have started and stopped so many times I’m not sure I could even remember them all. What am I you ask? I am what the modern world would consider mere folklore, something to scare children to sleep. To the modern world, I am a Vampire. Am I a descendant of Cain? I remember when the Israelites shook off their Egyptian shackles and their Leader created their own collection of folklore and mythology. No I am not related to Cain. Cursed by God? I’ve never met him. What am I then you ask? Near as any of us, yes there are more like me, can figure, we are humans. Humans in the distant past on a planet where, in it’s youth housed power. Power to transform, to change. In the several locations of the world where my kind evolved, there were nodes of energy loci, which made us different. Stronger, tougher, faster, improved senses, shape shifting, mental abilities… all of us were changed in some way. We became conquerors, protectors, teachers and mystery. Drink blood? No. We are able to siphon off the life essence of those around us… no, don’t be afraid it would take almost your entire lifetime of direct contact with me to be fatal. Some of my kind can even draw energy from nature itself. The power in an ancient forest or a waterfall, all of it is energy we can use. Usually, we just absorb it naturally, but certain activities make it easier or make it more potent… which is the point of this story.

I had lived in this quiet wooded land for centuries. I knew all of it, like it was a part of me. So I noticed almost immediately when she arrived. It was intangible at first, like the first scent of rain in the air, but different. I must have searched for it for months and then, one night when the moon was full, I found her. I watched at a distance, perched in a tree, in the guise of a Raven. Yes, I suppose there is an entire set of folklore based on me. If Ravens had the inclination to shrug, I suppose I would have. I watched this young female walk quickly into the woods, deeper and deeper, off the beaten path and even farther. She moved well in nature, it made her stand out in my eyes. Then, beside a stream, she started to disrobe. In seconds she was naked and her possessions hidden in a secret cache. The full moon broke through the clouds and for a moment it seemed as if she were saluting it. Her body began to tremble and an incredible transformation began… she turned into a wolf. Not in the same graceful manner that I could shift into that form, but a jolting transformation that appeared to take from her as much as it gave. The young woman was a lycanthrope. They too have been given many incorrect and misguided legends by the same Church of Joshua that made it’s home in Rome. As far as I knew, they were lesser cousins to us, newer in creation, lesser in power and able to pass their traits down from generation to generation. Cursed? About as much as I am. Contagious? No. I soared high above her that night, watched her make her kill after a chase of wild abandon and then return to her secret cache. I assume that she awakened with the sunrise, got dressed and went home. I was not there to see it, the one thing that the Christians did get right… I do not react well with the sun… I am a creature of the night.

I tasked several of my operatives to find out more about her. Her name, where she lived… the rest was inconsequential. Her name was Anna and I had now memorized the address given to me on a small square of paper by the operative. Anna only hunted during the night of the full moon. I spent months perched outside her bedroom window watching her sleep. My curiosity grew into interest, grew into something more. I decided to stage a meeting on the next full moon.

It was easy enough. I watched her hike to her cache and start her hunt. I swooped down, transforming from Raven to Dark Wolf with a bound. She immediately caught my scent, the wolf in her recognizing my potency, and she cautiously investigated. Cautious pacing turned into circling, became a sniff and then a tail wag. Soon we were off, in pursuit of a buck that both of us could smell on the wind. An easy catch, we both ate our fill… I said I don’t have to eat, not that I don’t enjoy eating… and then took off through the forest, running madly in the moonlight. We stopped in a clearing and I scented it… this was her time, she was willing to mate. It had been centuries since I had had the inclination to mate, but I let my Dark Wolf have his reigns so to speak and soon enough we were tied end to end, with me pumping my potent semen into her. It had been quite a while for me and things overflowed everywhere. I chuckled to myself… my transformations tended to slough and dirt or mess right off of me… I wasn’t sure the same could be said for hers and the spray of my semen coating much of her lower fur.

We returned to her cache just as the first rays of sunlight started to show on the horizon. She was starting to get lethargic, a sure sign of her transformation back into human form, as she curled up on the ground. I nuzzled an ear and as she fell into sleep I was off to my own sanctum for the day.

Remember how I said certain activities could enhance the energy transfer? Sex is one of those activities. Sex with a normal human is like drinking extra strong coffee. Sex with a Lycanthrope? The boost and the rush from it are almost indescribable. I paced my darkened rooms laughing to myself, making up silly little songs that all rhymed with Anna and planned our next meeting. In my mind, the next time wouldn’t happen for a month, plenty of time. I resumed my perch that evening, outside her window. It had been getting hotter lately and this time her window was open to try and catch a breeze. Intrigued, I flew to her windowsill. There she was, asleep on top of her sheets, hoping to benefit from the breeze, naked in her glorious beauty. Not realizing what I was doing, I transformed into the room in my human form, standing at the foot of her bed. Her wolf gave her warning and she started from her sleep, gathering herself for defense. I stopped her with a word, my own strength of will enforced upon her. I could still see her wolf flashing in her eyes, defiant but obedient to my will. I willed her to stand and then approached her naked body. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. As they made contact, her eyes widened with recognition. Like in a dream she turned away from me and then bent forward, opening her stance and leaning on her bed. I was instantly erect, quickly removing my own clothes and grabbing her by her hips. My cock touched her opening and both of us seemed to wiggle in unison, aligning each other for the push that was about to happen. Entering her when both of us were human was even more potent. As my balls collided with her mound, she let out a squeal that quickly became a moan as I began long slow thrusts in and out of her, my own grunts joining hers. We continued like this, orgasms building, then crashing, building and crashing for most of the night. In fact, I actually lost track of the time and was jerked back to reality as the first rays of sun broke over the horizon. With a start, I pulled out of her, gathered my clothes and just before jumping through the window commanded her to “Forget” and to “Sleep”. My feathers had begun to smoke before I had made it to my own safety. It would seem that this time around my body was better prepared for the infusion and I was able to finally sleep sometime that afternoon…