Chapter 2
Michael led Kathrin up the mountain to his little hut. It was made entirely of wood and resembled the small huts most of which are shown in the brochures for Switzerland on the mountains.
"It looks very cozy.", Kathrin remarked shyly. She didn't know why, but at the same time she felt so comfortable around this man that she wanted to snuggle up to him and yet she was afraid of him, so that she could have run away at any moment. She was torn about how to behave. Michael exuded strength and masculinity that no other man had seen before
, but there was something dangerous about his aura. His movements were smooth and yet they resembled that of a predator. Kathrin got very dizzy from all these opposites.
They climbed a small flight of stairs, then they stood in front of a solid, dark wooden door with a golden doorknob."Welcome to my home!", Michael said solemnly, turned the handle and held the door open for her. Hesitantly, Kathrin entered. This house suited her companion. From the outside it looked small and cozy, but the closer you got to it, the more you could feel the dark aura that surrounded this hut. Kathrin shuddered.
In the hallway was a rather small closet in which a black coat and a hat hung.
On the walls were portraits of men who looked just as terrifying as that of the wolf before he attacked Kathrin. A wide wooden staircase led to the upper floor. To the right and left of her were two doors that looked like the front door.
"Let's go upstairs," Michael asked. Since he knew her name, they had switched to you. With his hand behind her, he guided her gently towards the stairs.
Even if she had wanted it, Kathrin would not have been able to defend herself against it. She even wanted to be touched by him.What did this man have that she was so fascinated by him?
The stairs gave a slight creak with every step they took. "Like in one of those horror movies," she thought.
Michael led them to a door that was smaller than the front door and not so dark either. He opened it and Kathrin peeked into the room. It was kind of a living room. A fireplace on the right wall (as seen from her) was the first thing she noticed. Apparently it was by law that every little hut had a fireplace. On the mantelpiece was a golden candlestick with candles already burnt down. A big black armchair stood in front of the fireplace, she assumed Michael sat there on cold winter days to warm his feet, with nothing on except ... Oh God !! Now she was already starting to imagine scenes with a man like a teenager that she would like to be a part of!
She shook her head to get rid of the picture of a naked Michael in front of the fireplace.
How mysterious shadows danced over his muscle-packed chest, he held a glass of red wine in his hand and said in a seductive voice: "Kathrin ... Nice that you are here.Come to me."
"Is everything okay? You're all red in the face." Michael turned her around, took her chin between thumb and forefinger and brought it very close to his so that he could see it better in the dark. His warm breath brushed her skin, his gray eyes
that shimmered like liquid mercury in the moonlight scrutinized her face. Kathrin's heart was pounding and she was almost sure that he could hear it.
"It's all right! M- don't worry.", She said and took a step back. Reluctantly, she withdrew from his touch and warmth. "Well then."
Michael straightened up in front of her, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "I'll get bandages and the medicine quickly. Wait for me. You can sit in the armchair there. I'll quickly turn on the fireplace for you."
He stepped into the room, crouched in front of the fireplace, and lit a small fire that grew rapidly.Kathrin sat down in the armchair. It was so comfortable that she could have curled up on it and fell asleep. "See you soon.", Michael said goodbye and disappeared into the hallway.
Kathrin looked around the room. Bookshelves jutted up to the left and right of the fireplace,
The light of the moon fell through a large window that resembled those in the church and also illuminated the back of the room, where a cabinet made of cedar wood was built in. For a moment Kathrin toyed with the idea of ​​looking what was in the closet, but finally she felt it was too brazen and rejected the idea of ​​snooping around a little in the private things of her savior.
She stared into the flames of the fire that licked around the pieces of wood Michael had thrown into it. The fire had a calming effect on her, but only for a short time, because the next she had to think of the scene in which Michael naked in front of the fireplace, with the red wine glass ..... "Uah!I should wean myself off that as soon as possible! "

Michael walked smoothly down the hall to the bathroom. He softly hummed a melody that was supposed to express his cheerfulness, but more like the funeral march. He brushed a strand of hair from his face with his hand before opening the bathroom door. The bathroom was a lot smaller than the rest of the rooms in the house, but there was enough space for him. He never had to stay here long.
He stopped in front of the large mirror that hung over the sink (as most mirrors do). He looked at his manly face with pride. When he smiled contentedly, he bared his razor-sharp fangs, which gave his face something creepy and equally dangerous. "Let's get to the main course.", He laughed darkly.

Kathrin started when the door was opened again and Michael came in with a small bottle and bandage. "So here is the remedy and bandages."he said, putting it in her hand." Uh .. yes. Then we can begin. "She smiled tightly.
Michael sat on the armrest of the chair, rolled up his sleeve, exposing the wound, and held out his arm to her.
For a moment Kathrin just stared at the wound. "A wound doesn't heal any faster that way," grinned her patient. "Quiet! I'll do it.", She hissed. Michael laughed, but that passed when the girl grabbed the wound once hard. "Ouch!
That's not how you deal with a poor injured person! Especially not if it saved you from being eaten by a wolf. "he complained." Yes, yes! Sorry. But you shouldn't try my healing skills on the trial sites, otherwise I could make the wound even become infected! "She glared at him, at least she tried to glare at him, it looked more like being turned on.
Kathrin opened the small bottle. The smell of a wild spring flower immediately spread across the room."Smells good.", She said and smeared the wound with it. "But it burns.", Michael replied between clenched teeth. "You have to go through there."
Next she soaked the bandage in the medicine and wrapped it around Michael's arm.
"So. Already done." "It was quick." Kathrin grinned proudly. Suddenly Michael bent down to her and put his lips gently on hers.
The girl caught her breath, her heart began to race again.
Michael broke up. "As a thank you," he whispered, still so close to her lips that she could feel his breath.
Again he pressed his mouth to hers. Moved his lips downward, over her cheek to her neck. After a few seconds he had found her carotid artery, which was now throbbing under his lips. "Me- Michael ..."
In the next moment Kathrin felt a violent pain where Michael kissed her.
She wanted to scream, but her voice failed. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth, down her face, dripped onto her collarbone, where Michael licked it off."You are really someone very special. I haven't been able to enjoy such fresh, pure blood for a long time. Thank you ... Kathrin." He whispered.

After the hunter has killed his prey, he not only enjoys what he hunted it for, but also the triumph.