It was time for the ritual hunt. She removed a small chest from under the bed she never slept in and opened it with a gold key. Inside was a wooden rosary representing living wood, its divine might could hold a kindred in stasis, a bottle of clove oil to represent sacred anointing, a chalice for ritual, and red wine to represent The Blood.


She poured the sweet wine into the cup. It was purely for ritual. She opened the bottle of clove oils and placed a few drops on her thumb and raised her hand and glistening digit to anoint her forehead with a cross. “May my head be clear for the hunt.” She whispered softly. And then added more oil and did the same gesture over her breasts where her heart lay in atrophy. “May I feel no mercy for the sacred lamb that strengthens me.” She then lifted the cup and allowed the sweet wine to fill her mouth, and then she spit it out. “Let me spit out that which will poison me or not sustain me. Let the blood of the lamb fill me as I am the true chalice.”


She set the chalice down, and took up the rosary, and wrapped the beads for prayer around her hand and began her prayers. She whispered feverishly and softly. Every single bead was gently pressed between her thumb and forefinger against her head, and then her heart over and over until her prayers were complete. She put away the baubles into their box and locked it and placed it back under her bed. She showered and got dressed for the hunt.


Later…


Jazz played seductively in the dimly lit booth of a little bar close to her haven. She lingered at his lips, closing the distance. She could smell the brand of scotch he was drinking, and found it not unpleasant. Just a play on the lips for now, and she pulled back as he attempted to deepen the kiss. She teased him. Toying with his desires. Building them. Ratcheting up the desire. Her hand slipped below the table line, and she watched him, staring into his eyes from inches away. She then leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Follow Me.” She then stood up and lead him into the back, where the unisex bathroom was. It didn’t take long before the swoon of the kiss held him in sway, just a little taste of bliss before they left together for his place, and much to her delight, his place had sleeping roommates. How lovely..


Her senses reeled with primal joy. It was more than just a successful hunt. It was a feast to remember. Sacramento’s charms were beginning to grow on her…

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