Because her beauty is raw and wild
Or, Caroline's story about the dhampir vampire hunter hunter that she wanted me to write.

I'm a dhampir. Some faggots call me a daywalker, but that's 'cuz they're no-dick cocksuckers who never bothered to do any motherfucking research. I eat crosses for lunch and silver for dinner, with a healthy helping of garlic on it all.

I skip breakfast 'cuz I gotta watch my figure.

Sometimes I wish I could skip lunch and dinner, too, 'cuz then I get faggots like Johnston walking in, thinking he's my best friend and shit, when I barely know who he is except he belongs to me and does what I say. But sometimes I think I tell him to do too many things, too many things involving potentially sensitive information, 'cuz just now he told me I'm supposed to fuck some huffy-duffy vampire prince, tribal decree.

I really hate Johnston.

Fuck that noise. I got ready to go out and set the record straight. I put on my tighest, sexiest leather and made sure to leave my panties off - after all, I'm the hottest motherfucker in town, don't I know. All the faggot vampire princes and their faggot familiars wish they could get some of this ass, but I don't swing that way, aren't you jealous.

I left the manor. Smokin'.

What I love most about my job is how nobody else has the balls to be a vampire hunter hunter. Buuhuu, they say, they got technology and stuff. Fuck that, I have a pussy and the greatest tits west of the Mississippi. With these, I can get rid of any target I please. I've turned faggots into pussy hounds, and cockfiends into carpet munchers. That latter one, that's my favorite. Makes me want to touch myself right here.

So sexy.

So I crashed through the faggot prince's skylight - I don't even remember his name, he picked some faggoty-ass fake-ass Italian-ass bullshit like Antonio Gorgias, I guess it was to get chicks but all he ended up with was dudes - anyway his skylight, and landed right on his lap. He was surprised, yeah, but I knew what he wanted. He said to me, D-d-dani, w-w-we h-have to st-stop m-meeting like th-this, with that fucking stutter that always pissed me off about him.

The worst part is, I think he does it on purpose 'cuz he knows it pisses me off.

I ran my fingers down his chest, and I could feel his tiny dick get hard. I decided to indulge him, even with his guards in the room. I like it when people watch, and I knew they would have no problems with watching Danielle Gosselin fuck their master. I ripped his shirt off, and licked his body, tracing that disgusting length of hair running from his pecs to his crotch. I knew he was excited, so I unzipped his pants while shimmying out of mine.

By now, the fucker was practically begging for it.

I gave it to him, all of it. I let him sink his meager length inside me, and I kissed his mouth long and deep. He slipped me the tongue, and I reminded him that vampires aren't the only ones with sharp teeth. As he screamed, I contracted my vaginal muscles, activating the dentata I put in that morning for just that purpose.

He stopped screaming, then.

I got up and pulled out the receptacle, with his tiny stub of a dick inside. I tossed it onto his bloody lap and spat out his ashy tongue, and walked out of the place. His guards didn't stop me, or even try to: at least half of them had their cocks in their hands, and I'd say half of those sons of bitches had already come. I slid back into my leather and sauntered out the front door like I owned the place. By vampire law, I did.

I fucking love my job.