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I do not know what Vlad has planned to do with his war that he will wage around the war. All I know, is that I want in.

Originally, I believed myself to fall more into the realm of misanthropic, with a hint of bloodlust.

However, that all changed the moment I stepped away from my fist battle.

The deep well of disdain that I felt towards humanity, the living, and more than likely the dead, should they prove to be as in need of a good flogging as their living counterparts, had been replaced and what was once there was no longer.

Instead of disdain, I felt something more akin to an interest. Not a deep one or one that would cause me to make unnecessary moves, but it was an interest nonetheless. Before that, I did not believe myself to be capable of forming an interest in any being, outside of the one that lived in my mind. However, I did.

The way the sweat flowed and adrenaline coursed as they tried to take what is rightfully far out of their reach, my life. The looks and emotions that passed through their faces once they realized that they were outmatched and on the back foot. The fear and pain that emerged as my blade sought true and found its target. Then, the final moments. When the last strand of their life vacated the husk that forms their bodies, as they passed on from the world at the hands of a combatant that they could not match.

"Ahhh." Wednesday sighed out. Her voice barely above her normal level, as she felt the moisture build up in her panties.

'It's almost time,' she thought to herself.

Vlad had made her a promise. A promise filled with expectation and a world of something that she had yet to explore. A world filled with many things that would make her feel "interest".

However, the one that is hounding, pounding, and begging to be released, as she sat on her bed where he had just dropped her after they left Goody's resting place, was the one that he promised to fulfill on her birthday.

So much violence to be had. So much blood to be shed. And so many people who will learn fear.

As her hand begins to snake down her body, over her ribs, down the side of her stomach, as it made its way to its front, and down to the waist of her skirt. She stopped.

As far as the world knows, even Vlad, she had never shown much of an interest in sex. As far as she thinks the world knows. Vlad can always scent her arousal.

However, only she knows the truth of the matter.

It has never been that she was not interested in sex. It has never been that she was adverse to having it. As far as experimentation goes, there were many that she was interested in conducting in order to know how her body and mind would react to the stimuli. She had speculated since she was young.

The reason, that she had not, and probably would not for quite a while, was simple.

For the life of her, she could not understand how anyone would want to have sex with her.

She had observed her mother. Watched, listened, and studied her behavior and the way she enticed her father. Wrapped him all around her sensual finger. However, as she would say "I will never be like my mother".

So, like with all matters of her life, she knew she would need to find her own way. Her own path.

The problem was where to begin.

Nothing, that she found truly turned her on.

The boys that she came across were pitiful examples of natural selection failing in the face of human ingenuity and stupidity.

The girls were vapid excuses of wasted oxygen and an overabundance of carbon monoxide.

Neither gender produced candidates that she found worthy of being her lab partner as she conducted her experimentations.

That was...right up until...she met him.

It will never be spoken by her and she more than likely had already blocked it from her mind, so as not to suffer the humiliation of having to remember the embarrassment, nor the depths of her shallowness. However, it did happen.

She walked into the academy, head held straight. Shoulders back. Prepared to step over the carcasses that called themselves her peers and establish her individuality.

Confident she was.

The door to the blond educator's office opened.

She entered.

Then, she died.

Heart stopped and finally she could welcome the sweet embrace of death's cold touch.

Sadly, her traitorous heart decided to be disobedient and continue with its functioning. Which allowed her to watch as he approached. The silence of his steps lost on her until she thought back to the moment, only registering at the time, the fluidity of his movements. Not a single speck of his being seemed awkward or out of tune with the rest of body as it moved. She could not help but wonder how skilled he was with a sword.

Then, he spoke.

His voice smooth and swift, inserting sound into her ears like a knife straight to the brain.

"Stalker," was the only word she heard, until she rehashed the interaction later.

Her mind wondered if the graceful figure that seemed to coiled power was insulting her for staring.

Normally, an insult from the mouth of sheep would not matter. After all, sheep are food. But the one in front of her. Whose eyes she glared into, daring him to challenge her. Did not feel like a sheep. Her instincts were warning her of a predator. One that could challenge her. One that made her feel "interest".

That's new.

The more she interacted with the not sheep, the more her conjecture was becoming a certainty. He could challenge her. No, more than that. He could dominate her. Suppress her. Smother her. Constrict the airflow to her lungs as he held her throat in his hand and stared into her eyes daring her to disobey him at the threat of a merciless death.

*Splash*

The first time it happened, she was confused.

Arousal was a science of which she was aware. Human anatomy was a study that she took seriously. However, it was never personal.

Until, it was.

He turned her on.

Interest, became desire. Desire, became want. Want, became need. And need, became fuck me or die.

The first time she had the thought of running him through when he wasn't looking with her blade, should he refuse her, she knew she needed to get herself under control.

Only she controlled her actions. She was her own master.

So, she put her hands good use as she showered.

It helped.

And, it was very educational.

She had confirmed the lab rat that would assist her in her pursuit of knowledge. Then, it just came down to, how to go about it?

She did not know how to treat the non sheep.

She hardly knew the non sheep.

It should not be that difficult to get him to agree to her demands, right?

Then, it became exceedingly difficult.

The non sheep was someone she knew. Someone she knew so well, that it was the only someone that trusted.

It was supposed to an experimentation period. A time to collect data and master herself on another level.

Vlad was not supposed to a factor.

Her heart that should have died so so long ago, if it were obedient, should not have been a factor.

Until, they were.

But, then it came as no surprise that the one individual that knew her well, would know exactly what she required.

As her hand rested at the waistband of her skirt, she slowly raised it back up. Over her stomach and brought it to rest on her breast.

"Soon," she spoke out to herself as he stared up at the ceiling.

He did not say it exactly, but she could feel it, when he hinted at his plans for her birthday. Soon, she would know. Experience. And learn.

But for now.

Wednesday sat up on her bed. Cracked her neck. And began to form her plan.

Her family was currently hidden in the nightshade society's secret chamber. They could avoid capture there, for a while.

If the sheriff sees her, he will have questions. But no matter, he cannot make a move without evidence of wrongdoing.

What she needs to do now, is gather answer.

There's a beast to hunt with motives unknown and evidence to gather to prove her father's innocence, or an extraction to plan, should he prove to be guilty.

Either way, like her Vlad, she had work to do, and only she could get it done.

Then, then she could join his war and gain that feeling that only a very good battle can inspire...or his hands on her body. Either way, blood shall rain, and swords shall strike true.

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(A/N: Additional chapters are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter.)