Nothing quite like the feel of something new.

I had finally convinced Mongrel to join me in a hunt. The couple, in their late 20's, deemed themselves some sort of modern-day Mickey and Mallory. Robbed a restaurant and a couple gas stations, taking the lives of over a dozen victims in the process. I knew Mongrel wouldn't comply if the prey was less than deserving. The cops had been scouring the city for this couple for almost a month. It took the two of us less than a half hour to find the abandoned rancher they had retreated to.

I entered the dilapidated old house first, the monster in me roused and ready to feed. Mongrel trailed in after me. I could see he was having the usual doubts. We went farther in, catching the scent of the young killers. The nearness of the kill causing a predatory grin to arise on my face. I dart forward silently, entering the room where the female is sitting on a mattress facing away from me. She doesn't notice my presence until it's too late, and my hands are around her neck. She manages a scream before I tighten my grip and cut off her air supply. I'm dragging her out towards the front room when the male makes himself known. Gun in hand, he fires in my direction. I turn swiftly, using his girlfriend as a shield. She takes the bullet through her abdomen. I'm about to bemoan the waste of a good meal when his second bullet catches me in the thigh. My maddened cry is drown out by Mongrel's furious roar. He lets the shooter take off out into the front lawn and almost reach his car before thundering after him. Not wanting to miss out on a lively show, I take a few enthusiastic bites out of my own casualty before tossing her ravaged body to the ground. Limping out onto the yard, I watch in awe as Mongrel carries out a deathly dance with his victim. The final moment comes quickly as he sinks his teeth into his prey, draining him of blood and life. He discards his meal and looks up at me, mouth smeared with precious fluid. I blink at him, practically in awe."Almost didn't think ya had it in you." 
He gives me a wry smile before joining me on the porch. Kneeling, examining the bullet wound in my thigh with bloodstained hands, he comments: "It's just a flesh wound. His aim wasn't worth shit. Are you ok?" 
I nod slowly, transfixed on the blood grimed into the lines of his knuckles. My body moving of its own accord, I pull his hand up to my mouth, leisurely licking the vitae from his fingers, reveling in the taste of the blood and his flesh. He slowly rises to his feet, and in his eyes I see a fresh, new hunger.

We stare at one another for several moments. A uncertain awareness is unfurling inside of me. Is this desire? Lust? I find myself once again greeting a new feeling with receptivity, however hesitant. Breaking the lull, I take a purposeful step into Mongrel's personal bubble. Placing my hands on either side of his head, I trace my tongue along the outline of his mouth, lapping the blood from his lips. He's practically vibrating with repressed need. Pulling away about a centimeter he says in a voice so low it's almost a purr "Maddie...are you sure?" 
I bare my fangs at the superfluous nickname. "Just shut up..." 
With a growl, he grabs a fistful of my hair and our lips meet in a bruising lock. The kiss is frenzied, tongue and teeth and burning compulsion. I press myself against his assenting form, relishing the strange feeling of his body's approximation to mine. I let a hand run down his chest, plucking the buttons open on his shirt and pausing at his belt. His kisses trail down the side of my jaw, punctuated with nips and bites until he reaches the tender skin above my collarbone. He bites into my flesh with a groan as I unbuckle his belt and explore the territory below his waist. I touch the bulge in front of his pants with only the slightest hesitation. In a breath, he slams me against the porch rail, wrestling my pants off and shredding them in the process. He slides his arms around me, grasping my ass and lifting me up into the porch railing. I squirm and pull him flush against me to bite at his earlobe. His hand creeps between my legs. I'm lost in this revelation of pleasure, and let out a whimpering moan as his fingers tease me. When I press my pelvis into the rhythm of his hands movements, a deep growl issues from the depths of Mongrel's throat. He removes his fingers from between my thighs and before I can fuss he thrusts himself into me. I feel as if my whole being is deliciously burning. Lost in the sensation, I tilt my head back, closing my eyes. Mongrel's hand grasps my chin, forcing me to look at him. I catch his lip between my teeth and give it a gentle bite as his thrusting intensifies. Wrapping my legs around him I claw at his back hard enough to draw blood. The smell of it brings me spiraling into an abyss of physical feeling. I'm losing control and enjoying it. Not from murder or death but something new. This is desire. My desperate moans in Mongrel's ear send him into a frenzy. I can feel him being pushed over the edge. I dig my nails into his chest, my own cries muffled against his skin as he grips the nape of my neck, biting into it as he comes inside of me with a bellowing howl. I shiver as his tongue traces the trail of blood from my throat to my breast. We're both panting like animals as our frantic movement slows to a undulating grind. His face still in my chest, I feel his mouth turn up into a smile when I press my lips above his brow, kissing the cool skin there.

Suddenly, with a loud crack, the porch railing splinters, sending us tumbling into the front lawn. Both laughing, he wraps his arm around me when I drape across his chest. At some point, Mongrel attempts to talk. I hold my hand over his mouth and give him a gentle glare before he can try to apologize or try to condone our behavior. I only remove my hand when he rolls his eyes, signalling defeat. We lay in the grass for awhile not moving or talking. Eventually I wrestle his jacket away from him, pulling it over my shredded and stained clothes. "C'mon, we should start back. It's gonna take me longer to walk since you just like... fucked me bowlegged."
He chortles laughter, shaking his head. "You're not right in the head Maddie...um...Madelyn."
I growl and deliver a punch to his arm. "No, really?!" as we amble down the street, heading back home with sated smiles.