Damsel in Distress

It was a dark and cloudy night and Merlin was out for a hunt; he needed to keep himself fed. He found it getting harder hunt after hunt after hunt. There was only one person whose blood he desired, lusted for and that was the King's royal blood. He wanted it, but he would never take it with force, he needed it to be freely given.

'Well that won't ever happen.' Merlin snorted to himself, but his sardonic laughter was cut short when he heard a scream from the lower town. He jumped down from the battlements and landed softly on his feet. He crept from shadow to shadow without making a noise.

What he saw made his blood boil; a man was forcing himself on a young woman. Merlin couldn't let it go on any longer.

"I think the lady doesn't like your advances." He stepped out of the shadows and startled the man.

"What would a scrawny little weakling like yourself are going to do about it?" The man said and Merlin noted that he was quite large, nothing compared to Sir Percival, but large none the less. He smirked darkly.

"You know, I was hoping you'd say that." And he turned towards the woman, whom had been freed when the man turned to talk to him. Merlin now recognised the woman as one of the servants from the castle.

"Moira. Go home and get some sleep." Merlin spoke to the shocked woman who seemed to come out of it and nodded. She quickly collected herself and ran. The man growled, the little shit had cost him his entertainment.

Merlin growled darkly, letting his fangs show a little. He gripped the man's shoulder and pushed him into an alley. "Listen here and listen well." Merlin snarled. "I am going to give you two options. One. You will get a second chance, get a real job and stop any and all criminal activity." The man tried to interrupt, but Merlin placed his free hand over his mouth and the man was effectively held captive. "Two. You will die. Which is it going to be?"

"I should tell the king what you are." The man hissed after Merlin had taken his hand away from the man's mouth.

"So be it." Merlin sighed and took a better hold of the man, one hand around his torso, keeping the hands locked to his sides and the other hand in the hair on the man's hair. He exposed the man's neck and let his fangs come out in their full glory. He relished in the man's fear, felt him tremble in his arms. Suddenly he bit down and let his hunger be sated.