The Forsaken Oracle by Rune Hunt

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Sal

Even with all the alcohol in my system from the bar, I knew there was a vampire following me, but he didn’t know I was more dangerous than he would ever be.

Ashbourne wasn’t known for its incredible amount of safety. It was more commonly known for the number of its bars and taverns. I know walking home after the bar a bit drunk was stupid, but I did it anyway. There was nothing better to do in this town besides steal, murder, and drink; I chose the latter.

All night, the same eyes I felt in the club followed me home, burning themselves into the back of my head. I couldn’t tell if it was the “I’m hungry, and the dress on your body makes you look like tonight’s dessert” stare or the “I’m hungry, and you’re tonight’s dessert.”

Reaching up, my finger brushed my forehead, feeling the world around me spin. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. Not like this. Fighting would ruin the buzz I had going on.

After a few streets and further away from the bar, I finally moved into an alleyway, sipping the beer in my hand. Behind me, glass pressed into the ground with a sharp noise. Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder, seeing a hooded shadow figure.

Bitches. They never show their face.

“Need a drink, friend?” I teased and slurred.

“Actually, I would love one,” his voice rumbled heavily as his ringer fingers pulled down his hood. Some of his jet-black hair fell from the low ponytail, framing his beautiful square jaw and perfectly chiseled high cheekbones. Heat rushed through me as his eyes darkened when they racked over me.

“Damn… Couldn’t you just be ugly?” I blurted.

He cocked one of his well-groomed yet bushy brows.

“It’s easier to kill a vampire when they are ugly.”

He smirked a bit, eying me up and down. “You don’t look half bad yourself, hunter.”

“Half bad? I’m a snack to you.” I pointed at him. “No, scratch that. I’m a meal for you, vampire!” A scoff escaped me. I pushed up my dress. His dark eyes followed the exposed skin as I pulled a beautiful silver carved dagger from the belt on my thigh. “And I’m not a hunter, but I have killed a few vampires.”

He tsked. “Want a cookie? They aren’t hard to kill.”

Scoffing, I swung my knife at him. He grabbed my wrist, pushing me against the brick wall. I threw my blade up in the air, and the moment his eyes followed it, I pushed him back. With a quick twist, I jumped up, kicking him back against the brick wall. My hand caught my knife, pushing it up against his neck before he could move.

“At least let me have a drink first before you come onto me,” he said with a smirk, dark eyes dropping over my body.

My knife was close to his pulse, but my breasts were pressed against his chest, and our hips were pressed into each other. And he was hard.

“Do you always get hard when you’re about to get killed?” I teased, shifting to stop thinking about his third leg against my hip.

He chuckled. “This is a first for me, Ms.…”

“I’m not telling you my name, vampire,” I snapped, pushing my blade into his throat more. “You won’t need it when I kill you.”

“Unfortunately, hunter, I can’t be killed with that mere weapon.” Reaching up, he pushed the knife deeper into his skin. Blood was drawn where the silver should have burned into him.

My throat dried, feeling fear creep up my spine. Any point of alcohol I had in my system was gone. “What… are you?”

“You don’t need to know that before I drink from you,” he mocked, backing me up until my back hit the wall.

I knew how to kill vampires, even the weird ones, but they all reacted to silver at the very least.

“You’re not going to kill me?” I whispered, looking up at him.

“You’re too delicious to kill.” His head dipped, and he ran his nose up my neck, inhaling.

The hair on my arms stood up.

“Been watching you dance and get free drinks all night…”

I swallowed, feeling so helpless. It was nighttime; no one would save me. Not even the Oracles in the area.

“I couldn’t decide whether to eat you or fuck you.”

I almost made a joke, but then I felt the sharpness of his fangs against my neck. A sharp gasp drew from me as I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, clinging to me. But the intense pain was quickly replaced with heat blazing in between my thighs.

He further pressed me into the wall, drawing a moan from my throat. His cock was still hard, pressing into my hip, but that didn’t explain why I was getting turned on. My eyes closed as my breath hitched a bit. My hands gripped his shirt until my hand found his skin. He was cold, I expected that, but he responded to my touch, pulling back from his bite.

“Never…” he breathed heavily in my ear. “Had this reaction…”

I tilted my head back as he adjusted himself against me, so his rigid member was pressed against my stomach. My body felt light and drunk on lust more than I’d ever been. “Oh, This? I do this often. Lust over pretty vampires that need a muzzle.”

“No, you haven’t,” he muttered, eyes dropping to my lips.

My heart stopped, and my spine straightened. Was he going to kiss me? A vampire?

He dipped his head, pressing his cold full lips against mine.

Melting, I moaned against the lips of the enemy. Electricity soared between us, making me press my hands against his jaw and pull him closer to my lips. Wetness laced my thighs as heat brewed in my lower stomach.

The vampire reached down, grabbing the back of my thighs and pulling me up his body. My thighs wrapped around his waist as my fingers reached under the hoodie and tangled them in his ponytail.

A growl escaped his throat when my nails grazed his scalp, making my pussy spasm. His hands pushed my dress up until it bunched at my hips, cold air slapping my ass. When he reached for my panties, he groaned when he felt my bare skin, “Who do you think was fucking you tonight, prey?”

“I have an enemy wanting to bury his cock deep inside of me. So, you tell me? Who wouldn’t want to fuck me, vampire?” A moan sobbed from my throat as his finger touched my dripping pussy.

“Shut up, prey.”

My fingers worked on unbuckling his belt. Looking down, I was almost memorized. He was long and thick, standing tall for me. I should fuck vampires more often if they have the size that he had. Veins ran to the soft mushroom tip, where he was already leaking precum.

“Enough,” he growled before angling himself into me and sliding in.

I stiffened, eyes closing. I’d never had something this thick and long before. I was soaking wet, yet so tight around him. The vampire didn’t care, barely giving me a moment to adjust before he fucked me. The pain quickly changed into pleasure, making me bury my fingers in his hair.

The vampire growled, capturing my lips. My heels dug into his ass as I used them to grind myself onto him. A moan was shared between us.

“Fuck, right there,” I moaned into his mouth, sliding my tongue over his fangs.

His thrust became erratic, and the sound of wet flesh slapping each other filled the air. His fingers dug into my thighs. He cursed against my mouth, adjusting so one hand could grab my breasts. Once he felt the piercing bar, he pulled down my top and dipped his head. His wet hot tongue ran over the bar.

“I’m going to come,” I announced to him, arching into his mouth and hips rolling to meet each thrust.

He pulled back, eyes darkening and growls escaping his throat.

An orgasm built in my hips, and my moans hitched. My head dropped back as my eyes rolled close. Tightness swelled in my lower stomach, making my thighs shake around him. I cried out, hips moving to catch that high. My orgasm came faster than I ever thought it would. One of my hands grabbed his toned hip as my other hand buried itself into his hair. The vampire buried his face into my neck before sinking his fangs into a new soft spot.

Screaming, I came. Hard. White hot pleasure rushed through me straight to my core. My tightened core set him off in short bursts of thrust. My breath hitched, my eyes closed, and my head rolled back. I cried so loud, nails digging into his skin. With an exhale, liquids rushed down his shaft.

He kept his pace, following my orgasm and filling me with his.

The world around me spun and blurred, and I grabbed his shoulder to steady myself.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter before I blacked out.

The moment my body awoke, I jolted upright. I glanced around, expecting my situation to be bad. Left to die in the alleyway. Instead, I was in my bed at home.

After a breath of relief, I remember the vampire, his dick, his touch… Was it just a sick fantasy of mine?

Throwing back the covers, I saw I was in my PJs: a tank top and underwear instead of the clothes I wore to the bar. Maybe I made it home and passed out. I didn’t feel the soaking wetness of his cum or any soreness between my legs.

And I wasn’t dead or turned.

After the Revelations, vampires plagued our world, taking the weak and naive out first and turning them into their henchmen. Vampires were my enemy. That handsome guy from my dream was my enemy, no matter how big I imagined his dick to be.

Slowly, I stripped the clothes I had on and stepped into the shower once it heated up. Before the water got too cold, I washed up and wrapped myself in a towel before starting my skincare and hair routines. Afterward, I moved back into the bedroom, grabbing my workout clothes and changing.

Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I stomped my way into the kitchen and started a small breakfast, barely looking at the sad apartment I had. I needed more training before I was able to join the Forsaken Oracle Academy, but I also needed to get the paperwork done.

I glanced at the paperwork on the kitchen table.

Parents? Dead.

Birthday? Can I estimate?

Most orphans born after the Revelation or during didn’t have a set birthday. Records had been destroyed. Families had been killed. Almost everyone was an orphan by now. They would have to deal with the answers I could give. I was sure the Oracles didn’t care what I had down as long as I was an able body person.

I looked down at myself.

Able body.

My eyes lingered on my right arm, which was covered in various tattoos. Somewhat able body…

My microwave dung as it finished my oats, making me look up. I abandoned my paperwork for the moment to open the microwave.

Something red and purple flashed in the reflection of the silver… right on my chest. It wasn’t the various tattoos I had. It was something else.

I slammed the microwave closed before catching my reflection again. A dark bruise was around my collarbone area. I reached up and touched the spot.

The bites the vampire gave me… But that was in my dream, right?

Searching through the house, I made a noise of victory when I found my small compact mirror. I opened it to see my dark eyes and long curls in the reflection.

Then, I shifted it to find the marks on my chest.

Four holes… Bruised and scabbing over with blood. They didn’t hurt, and I knew instantly they were vampire bites.

Then I remembered.

A vampire, an enemy, was inside of me, and I consented to it. I wanted it… I wanted it again, but I felt guilty, like a traitor to all those that died before me.

Cursing, I slapped my forehead before grabbing a water bottle and moving outside into the town.

Ashbourne was nothing special, all broken down and drab, while houses were on top of each other. The capital was nicer and better but reserved for those lucky enough to become Oracles or be blessed with money. With the type of world, we were in now, it should not have been this hard to become an Oracle. Oracles get rid of vampires, and vampires run rampant everywhere, even inside the town’s walls.

Running the streets of Ashbourne, I saw Oracles everywhere in their white and black nun uniforms. Most of them didn’t pay attention to the “scum” of Ashbourne, though they were here to “protect” us.

I promised myself that if I ever became them, I would actually protect people. Right now, someone was probably being hurt by one of the celestials from the Revelations, and the Oracles were sitting around talking.

Pricks.

“Did you see Spectre hit last night?” One of the blondes asked as I jogged past them.

Rolling my eyes, I ran further into the center of the city. My mind was on that beautiful vampire and if that actually happened or if I drank too much last night. I was twenty-one, celebrating that I had made it to that age. Half of the people I knew as a kid didn’t make it further than childhood.

After a while, I turned inside the Ashbourne Cemetery, which was overcrowded with headstones. My feet pounded on the gravel as I found the two headstones I always jogged to. Sometimes, drunk, I’d tell them about my day as if they listened.

I stood in front of it, breathing heavily as I stared at it. It felt like yesterday when the caskets were buried. I raised so much to have a headstone, while other spots only had a small blank stone. In loving memory—though only mine—Cozen and Jade… That was it. No last name. Nothing. That was more than what others got.

My eyes moved up the hill, scanning the many stones. We have lost a lot since the Revelations to the enemy that I just fucked yesterday.