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The January night's cold bit the skin under her snowy-white fur, sending a buzz down her spine from neck to tail. Puffs of breath crystallised in front of her eyes, as she sat on the park bench as though waiting. The sun had set behind the hills, only the tiniest of orange rays fighting the imposing dark blue. Many of the other children had left, their mothers and fathers not looking twice at the rabbit on the bench; they simply assumed in the gaggle of adults around them that one was hers. But the gaggle had disappeared now, leaving her behind.

All except one.

"Well, now," the tall horse's voice called over towards her. "Where's your mummy, little one?"

The rabbit turned to face him, her ice-blue eyes widening a little. "Uh, she's not here... She was s'posed to pick me up."

"Why don't you come to my van?" His voice dripped with false kindness, beckoning the young girl to follow him. "I can help you find your house, get you home safe to mummy."

The poor thing succumbed, nodding so fast her long, limp ears fell in front of her heart-shaped face. Hopping off the bench, her dolly shoes carefully moving to avoid the icier patches. She followed the middle-aged stallion to a beat up Transit van, the pristine white marred with caked in dust and dirt. His fat fingers wrapped around the handle, throwing open the doors.

"In you go." His lips turned up into a fake smile as he watched her climb inside. "What's your name?"

"Sh-Shii," the rabbit stuttered slightly, some vague instinct in her head trying to convince her to leave.

"Such a pretty name for a pretty girl." He climbed in beside her, closing the doors. "And you're a very pretty girl."

Shii looked around the dim van, only lit by streetlights and the light up front, which slowly faded. It was then the stallion's calloused hand grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. Something foreign, undeniably metal, slid into the skin of her neck, pushing a cold substance into her blood. The liquid made her eyes droop, her movements stagger, and soon she was on the ground, unable to move or make any noise beyond the odd slurred groan.

"There's a good girl," the stallion whispered past a sickening smirk. His hands moved to her, fingers brushing the white fur as they moved upwards. "I wasn't lying when I said you were pretty... and so soft as well..."

The sight would make the hardiest person sick to their stomach, seeing this beast of a man take advantage of such innocence. But the bastard didn't get far before the rabbit's eyes turned colder than the ice they reminded one of. The rabbit sat up, the effects of the toxin he'd injected her with completely non-existent.

It took a moment for the stallion to register what was happening, but this moment was all she needed. Her delicate fingers pressed to his neck, pushing him against the freezing metal of the van's wall, with a power and speed no adult could match, let alone a child.

But this was, in truth, no child.

"W-what the fuck?!" The horse choked on his words, air struggling to reach his lungs past the grip of the rabbit's fingers.

"How many girls have you done this to?" She growled, her eyes gazing deep into his own.

His mind was encapsulated, every drop of strength melting away like ice in boiling tea. His arms fell limp to his sides, as he muttered a response. "F-fourteen..."

"You're a sick fuck," Shii spat. "I hope the devil's poker is nice and hot for you. But first, let's make you suffer here for a spell."

Her fingers nimbly moved around his throat until she felt the slow, powerful thump of his carotid artery. Her eyes remained trained on his, the force of her mind keeping his spellbound.

"There we are," she purred softly, the gentle, ever-present burn in her throat intensifying. "Now, feel fear. Fear like you've never felt before. As if you're staring Death right in the face."

She watched as the stallion's dull brown eyes were overtaken by his black pupils, his muzzle parting to let out a horrified scream. His limbs regained their strength enough to thrash, but the small rabbit's grip remained as strong as ever. In perhaps the only situation where it could be considered so, the van was luckily soundproofed, and the windows tinted. They were essentially cut off from the rest of the world for a time.

The strong pulse of the horse only quickened with the fear her power inflicted on him, but still she waited, as a chef would wait while her prized dish cooked to perfection. Some moments passed, and soon, she smirked. But this smirk could chill anyone to the bone. Under her top lip, two pristinely white teeth stretched past the others, the ends of them as sharp as blades. In a movement faster than the eye could follow, her lips pressed against his neck, and the teeth jammed down past the flesh.

With no skin or flesh to corral it, the thick, crimson liquid pumping through his vile body sprayed out, only to find itself flowing right down the rabbit's throat. Her eyes fluttered shut in a moment of bliss, unimaginable by any mortal creature, as she swallowed down his blood greedily. His pained howls bounded around in the back of his van, but such a score only made the act more intensely pleasurable for her. Creatures such as her normally are indiscriminate with their hunting when it comes to crime, picking off whoever they could to survive. But Shii, due to her predilection for enjoying the act, preferred to feed on those who were the true epitome of evil. Rapists, murderers, pedophiles, she could hunt them down better and faster than any police force could.

When she felt the hard thumping under the horse's chest stop, she pulled her mouth from his seeping wound. From the position of his body, the fear in his open eyes, it was clear his last moments were full of suffering.

Good, she mused to herself. With the blood on her paws still slick and wet, she placed one on the van's wall, above the spatter marks the horse's gruesome death had left, and began writing. P... E... D... All the way to the final E.

PEDOPHILE.

The tiger lounged on the couch, as he had done every night for the past three months since they'd moved into that house. His bright, silvery eyes stared at the television screen playing House of Cards. An hour or so passed for him, until the front door flew open, closing again with a slam. The young man, only twenty-two, leapt out of his pelt in shock, crashing to the floor.

"Christ, it's only me," the rabbit scoffed as she strolled through, her pink dress and white fur covered in blood.

"I didn't hear you coming," he sighed, picking himself off the ground with his tail placed firmly between his legs. "Good hunt, I'm guessing?"

"Pedo this time."

"Thought so: you're still tiny."

The bunny noticed her form, still that of her nine-year-old self, and took a deep breath. The ancient powers she'd been using broke, as her body sprouted and grew to that of a young adult within seconds. Well, what appeared to be a young adult, but in truth this creature had lived for a number of centuries, soon to approach her first millennium. Ageless, beautiful and deadly, the three truths of the vampire.

Back in her true form, Shii rolled her head around her neck some to correct the lining of her bones, giving a stretch. "I'm gonna go shower. This blood's gonna start stinking soon."

The tiger sat back down in his groove on the couch, returning to the show. Night after night was the same: he'd sit there for hours with no will to move, then when the thirst grew too much, he'd hunt at a dingy bar on the edge of the city. Shii cursed him, but kept it to herself: the fault didn't lie with him, but with the biology of their kind. For the first few months, newborn vampires were lazy and lethargic, their minds still telling them to sleep at night. But it seemed to Shii that this newborn wouldn't be moving from this stage any time soon.

Her paw moved the lever, making steaming hot water spew forth from the shower head and onto her fur. The small hairs bent under the water's weight and clung to her form. Shii bowed her head to let it flow into her pink hair, changing it to a much darker, almost purple colour. Her eyes caught sight of the pedophile's blood, flowing from her fur and down the drain, aiding by the coarse brush in her paw. With soap, shampoo and conditioner, her body was soon free of the matt and dirt her kill had left her with.

A seemingly endless amount of time spent towelling and blow-drying, Shii sat in front of the mirror in her mate's grey varsity sweatshirt and a pair of lounge trousers, watching as her reflection copied her movements. She brushed away tangles and moisture from her hair, before quickly and nimbly twisting the thick pink locks into a long, flowing braid. She instinctively sniffed the air, a tiny scent of something in the air around her.

Right on cue, she thought, sighing a little bit. It was always so after feeding for female vampires; fresh blood in their system spurred them into a cycle similar to heat. Complete with occasional blood spotting, a flush in the cheeks, and of course, a primal desire to mate.

By the time she slinked downstairs, silent as the night, her loins were almost aflame. She took a seat on the couch, beside her tiger lover, paw gently kneading the fur of his lower arm.

He, of course, remained oblivious to her, his focus enraptured by the proceedings of his show. The rabbit rolled her eyes and took a more direct approach, by placing the paw on his leg.

"Babe, I'm watching my show," he grunted in response. "Can't this wait?"

"Oh come on, Ricky," she complained. "You don't do shit but watch your show. I get you're just a newborn but Jesus."

The tiger growled softly, but turned off the television, turning to face his rabbit mate. "You're right. I dunno why I've been so lazy."

"It's normal. But let's save the big heart-to-heart and the sappy apology until after we fuck."

Ricky gave Shii the playful smile, his pretty silver eyes glowing with the joie-de-vivre and life that made her turn him, as she took hold of his strong paw and lead him to their bedroom, pushing him onto the thick, plushy mattress.

The two of them began their dance. Shii took her place on top, ever the controller when it came to the carnal, moving her paws to his side to lift off his shirt. Both moved at such a pace that, to a mortal eye, it would seem a haze of orange, white, pink and brown. Clothes were quickly strewn everywhere, Ricky's claws deftly unhooking Shii's thin lace bra.

He chuckled softly. "Always took me a while to work bra clasps."

"Magical, isn't it?" Shii's expression remained somewhat nonchalant, eager to get on with it to sate her lustful desire. Her paws pressed his shoulders down as she locked lips with him, his feline tongue rough and coarse against hers. Between her legs she felt him, thick, throbbing and hot, but she wasn't quite ready yet.

She pulled into a sitting position over him as she moved forward, almost acrobatically lifting her leg to the bedpost. "Eat it."

As if her voice compelled him, he pressed his muzzle between her legs, eagerly lapping at what lay there. She was already somewhat wet from the feeding, but some extra stimulation was needed. Luckily for her, the past few times they'd mated, she'd guided him to her best spots. By now, he'd almost perfected the art of pleasing a woman. His tongue slipped under the hood, gently and teasingly stroking the sensitive spot. Shii let out a moan, uncharacteristically high-pitched and squeaky, feeling the walls of her insides loosen up and grow more moisturised.

When she was pleased with his handiwork (or tonguework, as it were), she lay down under him, her legs open and waiting. Ricky was not, in any way, shape, or form, small, so him slipping inside elicited a seething moan through Shii's gritted teeth. He gave her a moment, letting her get used to his size, as normal, before making gentle movements and thrusts. The ironically warm, wet sensation against his shaft sent a shudder across his skin.

As she normally did, Shii took her much loved control back from him, swirling around in that blurry quickness their kind were able to reach, replacing herself on top. Her hips moved on him, allowing her to slip his dick in and out as she pleased. By this point, Ricky was straining to hide his pleasure, his face slightly screwed up. His paw moved to where their crotches met, using a finger to stroke her clitoris as she moved.

In a haze of moaning pleasure, their pace quickened. Shii's paws wrapped around Ricky's, holding them in place against the headboard. Her muzzle pressed against his, breaths ragged and hard. "Tell me you love me."

"F-fuck, Shii, I love you."

"Say it again."

"I love you more than life."

"Now prove it."

She released his paws, which flew through the air at blur-speed, clamping around her waist. His thrusts gained momentum and power, skin hitting off skin. A deep, feral growl blew past his teeth as he hilted himself inside her, his tip reaching to touch her cervix.

"R-Ricky, don't you dare stop, I'm almost there!"

He pulled back out and gave another hilting thrust, his finger still deftly and expertly touching her clitoris. It took mere moments for her to reach climax after that, her body writhing and making her almost sing. The thin liquid dripped down Ricky's shaft, which pushed inside her one final time. His own orgasm filled her womb some, leaving him a panting, spent mess on the bed. Not that Shii wasn't spent herself, but she regained her aged poise as she leant down, sharing one last kiss with him inside her.

"You never said it back," Ricky whispered, his strong arms holding her to him.

"Said what?"

"That you love me."

"Do I need to?"

"It's nice to hear."

"I love you, you tool. Happy?"

"Very."

"Come on, I'm hungry again."