Black Silk
Black Silk is a spanking story by Lawrence Kinden.
Excerpt
Minerva Wygar strode down the dark city street angrily. There was no one else about but had there been, they would most likely have crossed the street to avoid her furious glare. In fact, though the girl was no more than eighteen, she was quite formidable looking. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a tight tail and her brown eyes were framed in a sharp face. She was obviously well built, in no way waif-like as many girls her age would have wanted. She moved with grace and surety. To those who knew of such things, Minerva was easily a warrior of some training. But the streets were dark and empty and no one was watching Minerva. Which is just what she wanted at this moment, to be allowed to stew in her anger alone.
I'm the best of the students, she fumed. I'm an adult now, why won't she let me take the trials? I'm too rash she says? Ha! She's one to talk. Maybe I'll just leave. I am an adult after all. If I cannot become a knight, perhaps I'll become a mercenary.
The angry thoughts dashed madly through the girl's mind and fed on each other making her even angrier. Had she been able to look at herself in an objective manner, she might have admitted that she was being unreasonable. But Minerva was proud and had no such objective advantage. So she mentally railed at Mistress Diana, her teacher and mentor. The woman who treated her like a child.
And then something changed for Minerva and sent her nocturnal stroll in a direction she had not anticipated. She felt one of them. It was a gift she'd been born with, the ability to sense the undead and it had been the only thing that had saved her in her earlier life when almost everyone she had known and loved had been brutally murdered by the nosferatu. It had allowed her to hide from the undead beasts, curled in a small space underneath the stairs.
The sounds and fear of that night still haunted Minerva's dreams sometimes.
When the morning had come, Minerva had woken up to find Mistress Diana there. Diana had taken Minerva in and had begun the girl's training. Over time, Diana had acquired five other students, all of whom were younger than Minerva and none of whom were better. And yet this very evening, Julianne the next eldest student, had been chosen to test for knighthood. Not Minerva.
But it didn't matter at that instant, for Minerva felt a nosferatu very close by. I'll show 'em that I should be a knight. Minerva closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling. A faint pulsing gradually entered her mind and she looked about the darkened street, her eyes still closed until she knew where the vampire was. She opened her eyes and found her gaze resting on the third-floor window of a bookstore.
Hmm, wonder what it's doing here, she mused to herself. Not that it particularly mattered. The creatures did little more than murder humans.
Minerva went through a couple of quick stretches in order to loosen up. She began to feel a bit nervous, this was the first time she'd handled a hunt on her own. She'd done it with Mistress Diana plenty of times but…
The young hunter quashed her fluttering nerves and made herself focus on the task at hand. She gripped the handle of her silver-edged dagger, hidden underneath her jacket, and moved to the front door. Gently she put her hand on the doorknob and tried it. Surprisingly enough it turned easily and the door opened without a sound.
The interior of the store was filled with lopsided shelves filled to overflowing with books of all varieties. Several potted plants covered the surfaces flat enough to support them. They sprawled wherever they pleased except in some areas where someone had moved them aside to reach a book. It looked like a nice store, somewhere Minerva would like to visit sometime.
And then a sudden horrid thought entered Minerva's mind. The owner of this cute little shop likely lived in an apartment above. If the vampire that she felt was there as well…
Minerva scanned the dark shop, there was a door in the back and she quickly moved to it on silent feet, opening the door to reveal stairs behind it. Up the two flights of stairs quickly and to a short hallway and another door.
She opened the door slowly and eased herself around the door frame.
The vampire sat at a computer, fingers typing away at the keyboard. Minerva eased her heavy dagger out of its sheath. She stalked towards the undead, her eyes narrowed, trying to keep her heartbeat from being so loud to breath shallowly, to move silently. She was right behind it now. She could see individual white hairs on his pale neck, his delicately pointed ears. One stab. It shouldn't take more than that. Minerva concentrated on the area where its neck and shoulder met. She raised her dagger.
And then she saw the vampire look up into the monitor. Reflexively she did the same and their gazes met in the reflection of the screen.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!
Minerva thrust downward as hard as she could. The thrust met resistance and she saw a well of red blood. But it was just a nick, a scratch. The vampire had moved too fast. He was behind her and grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard and causing her to drop the dagger, her arm was twisted up behind her back. She had never seen one move so fast or grip so strongly. She found herself clenching her teeth, trying to remain silent.