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Chapter List
- 1-A Chance Encounter
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I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Tessa Stone hanna.aftertorque.com

I don't know if you knew, but life as a bat can leave one feeling rather famished. I don't mean famished in the sense that I wasn't eating. I fed handsomely whenever I felt the need, but it didn’t give quite the same satisfaction as gazing into the eyes of your prey just before the first bite. A normal human might use the word ‘orgasmic,’ but that just doesn't do justice to the feeling. I hadn't felt that sensation in far too long. When I say I was famished, I mean I wasn't focusing on much else beyond getting that bite.

Desperate as I was, I still had standards- (yes, vampires have standards). I tend to try for AB negative, but anything exotic will do. Appearance also factors into it. A healthy well-toned body means healthy well-toned blood. That little snack I’d had earlier tonight was neither of those things; it's a shame that I sired a vampire runt like that. I will have to return later to instruct him on proper vampirism.

For the moment, it was my turn to have some fun. I wandered down street after street in this depressing city looking for someone worth snacking on. I had almost reached the point of settling for a lower grade meal when I caught a scent worth pursuing. She wandered out of some crummy looking theater with two other friends. They talked amongst themselves about something being haunted. I couldn’t have cared less about some minor league specter, but I did notice that they seemed oddly calm about it compared to normal humans. I shrugged it off as an interesting little tidbit, and moved to a better vantage point.

Hiding atop the roof of a 7/11, I could get a much closer look at my soon-to-be meal. She was a healthy looking female, her dark skin standing out against the bright florescent lights which illuminated the parking lot. Her black hair was worn high, with streaks of blue scattered about to give it extra flavor. The eccentricities were only amplified by the blandness of the blonds she traveled with. The icing on what was starting to look like a delicious cake was the scent of her blood. It was certainly not like any blood type I had smelled before, and I have smelled them all. Like I said earlier, I like exotic things, and there is nothing more exotic than a “one-of-a-kind” taste. I was going to savor this one.

I don't hunt like most vampires do. What is the fun of a kill if you just hypnotize them into walking, dazed and confused, into your arms? Where is the elegance in diving, fangs first, into a helpless pig? No, I prefer to make them want to come to me, fully conscious. This makes it so much better when they fall; the only downside is the waiting. It takes so much patience to let them come to me of their own choice, but there is nothing wrong with aging a beverage before it is served. So, the waiting begins.

They talked for twenty very long minutes before each of them went down separate paths. The blue-haired vixen strolled down several back alleys on her route, apparently oblivious of the dangers which could lurk in them. This kind of confidence only drew me closer to the blue streaks which walked in a style of their own. After she hit a larger street with an active night life, I decided to introduce myself. To be honest, I was unsure if I still had the talent to get the attention of a random passerby. It had been a while since I was able to swing my hips as I walked. It had been a while since I had walked at all.

Evidently, I did. As I walked, hips swaying in perfect time with my steps, I could feel the stares of more than a few people focusing on me. My prey was just a few steps ahead of me. From this angle, I could really appreciate her fully. Her body was just as I had seen from a distance, but her sense of style had gone, until then, unnoticed. Something about the outfit she wore seemed to scream “artist”. As I walked past, I shot a quick glance back at her. I was only expecting to see her eyes drifting towards me, but she was openly staring at my ass- that would help make my job so much easier.

“Like what you see there?”
Her embarrassment was written blatantly all over her face. “Oh....Sorry,” She quickly looked down at the ground, causing the light to shimmer temptingly over her blue lips, “didn’t mean to stare.”
“You’re welcome to stare so long as I get a name.”
"I'm Toni.”
“Call me Addie. Now, you haven't answered my question. Care to discuss it over a drink?” It's a courtesy of mine to give my prey my true name, but since this Toni was somehow unusual, I had to bend that rule.
"Sorry, there have been some issues at work lately, so I don't really have any money.” Her voice showed the obvious reluctance she had in admitting this fact.
“I'll pay for now, you can pay me later.” I had to fight the urge to smile suspiciously. Any more than a smirk and she may have noticed my fangs. “Sadly, I'm new here,” I continued, “Do you know any good bars?”
“There is a place down the road from here. It's small, but it's not bad. It shouldn't be too hard to get a spot, either.” Toni started to walk in the direction of our hole in the wall. The walk was short, and rather uneventful. Each of us gave some background stories, hers boring, mine fake. Truthfully, I only listened to her life because I was still trying to give a name to that unusual blood of hers.

“We're here,” Toni said, motioning to the fairly plain looking exterior of the bar. The neon sign glared Down the Rabbit Hole, and made the entire place seem more like a strip club. Thankfully, I could see in the windows and tell that that it was neither a strip club, nor a place that I would be recognized, a perfect place for a hunt. I would have to remember this bar if I did decide to drink her to death. Heading inside, we ordered some drinks, and then went to sit at a secluded table off to the side. Some of the men in the bar were eyeballing us, but none of them had nearly enough balls to come ask for a phone number. In my mind, this was not a problem; none of them looked remotely palatable.

So, now we came to the small talk, the weakest part of my hunts. I find it very hard to care about the prey's day-to-day experiences. ‘Work is so hard. My parents don't understand me. My roommate is such a pig,’ I have heard every possible gripe that a human can gripe about, and they somehow stop being interesting when you are gazing at their neck, fantasizing about how it will feel as it sprays into your mouth. Still, Toni was not your normal catch. I decided to try and get her to talk about those problems she had mentioned earlier. Maybe she wouldn't bore me to death before I took her to somewhere more private.

“So, tell me about the problems at work. An extraordinary good-looking girl such as you probably has an unusual job complete with unusual problems?” Again, I found myself fighting the urge to smile boldly at the uniqueness of this girl.
Toni laughed at my transparent compliments in a, ‘you don't waste any time do you?’ sort of way.
“Well, I play in a band. We're pretty small, but we make enough to get by until we get big. Right now, we have some ghost who is breaking crap in the theater and scaring our audience out of the shows. So, until we can find a new theater or some ghost busters, we are kinda screwed as far as cash goes.” Again, I could see that she didn't like admitting that she was having difficulty doing what she wanted. Her pride might come in handy later on. The proud are often reckless, and the reckless often find themselves lacking large amounts of blood.
“A ghost hunter huh...” I let my voice trail off as I debated giving Mr. Cross a reference. He wasn't exactly a ghost hunter, but he did manage to get me to leave that apartment. I still owe him a favor for letting me free from my bat form, so I decided help him just this once, “I might have just the person you need. He goes by Hanna Cross, and he specializes in things that aren't quite from this world. I would say ghosts fit the bill.”
Toni perked up at the idea of someone who could solve her problem.
“So, where would I find this Mr. Cross?”
The bartender, who was passing by to refill our drinks chimed in, “He comes by here often. If you hang around, you might catch him tonight. Though, he is kind of weird.”
“Another time perhaps,” I replied before Toni could agree to stay. It would be hard to get away a second time from that ginger if my own spawn was helping. I'm not even sure that runt could track me. He probably doesn't even have the balls to feed. Still, running into Hanna would have interrupted my hunt. “I was thinking we would go somewhere more private in a bit.”

As I said before, it goes against my own hunting policy to put my prey into a trance. I only did it this time because I did not want to lose this fine-looking meal. I established strong eye contact then focused intently on entering Toni's mind. Inside it was very human, but when I placed the suggestion that taking me to her house would be a good idea, I was silenced by the baying of wolves from all corners of her mind. I had encountered resistance when suggesting strong willed victims before, but this was new. I felt at once that she wasn't consciously resisting me. Something in her subconscious recognized that I was foreign and wanted me out. After trying to place the thought twice more, I noticed the baying was louder and closer with each trial. I could almost see the glinting of a wolf's eyes as if they were near a fire. I am no fool, and that was more than enough to tell me it was time to leave this strange mind. Convincing her would have to be done the less efficient, more fun, old fashioned way.

Conveniently enough, it seemed that Toni read my intentions solely through the prolonged eye contact. She smiled, like a fox, and then turned to the bartender, “I'll drop by another time, we need to get going.” In about five seconds, Toni quickly finished her drink and stepped towards the door, looking back eagerly for me to follow, “Coming?” She asked, looking as if it had been a full month since she got up.

As soon as we were both outside, she did an excited twirl on one heel and eagerly asked, “Your place or mine? I warn you, my apartment isn't very impressive, struggling artist and all.” It seemed she was feeling the effects of the drinks we had, as she now had no visible shame when she talked about the difficulty of making it as an artist. This was the part of my routine that I am particularly proud of.

“In that case, we can head to mine.” I offer quickly sticking my hands into the pockets on my jacket. I dig around for a second, and then pirouette frantically. Without fail, she asks “Everything ok?” to which I reply “I can’t find my keys! I don’t know where I left them!” Then, we go back inside the bar, and turn over the table. Of course, we find nothing. As you may have guessed, there were no keys to begin with, but it helps to put on a show before I bring out the ultimate “So...I guess that makes it your place then?” Between the alcohol and the little routine we had just run through, what choice did she have but to say, “I guess it is”

Toni led the way. She walked with a slight wobble that reflected the drinks we had just shared. I held my alcohol much better than she did, so I took it upon myself to catch her when she lost her footing and slipped. As she fell, her head seemed to lag behind her by a split second; her hair flew up to the sky, and her slender neck sparkled brilliantly. It took no effort to step forward and grab her mid-fall. “Careful, darling,” I warned,” I don't want you getting hurt.”
Toni looked back at me, fancifully, as if I was her prince on a white steed. “Nothing will happen to me so long as I have you to watch out for me,” She giggled just a little after saying that. She was rather cute when she was laughing, even if it was at her own joke. After pulling Toni back to her feet, I took the chance to test the waters. I pulled her close enough to feel the warmth of her breath splashing up on my skin. I watched as she closed her eyes and waited to feel her spread those blue lips to invite me in. When I did, I was sure to oblige her desires. I kissed her slowly at first, taking the time to savor every detail of it: the texture of the lipstick she wore, the warmth from her mortal body, the faintest pulsing of her blood as it flowed through her body. This is why feeding is so much better as a human than a bat.
After treating my body to all the senses that came with the kiss, I pressed just a little further towards my goal. I spread my lips just slightly wider, begging hers to follow mine. Her mouth grew wider as mine did, and I felt her tongue sliding over my lips and into my mouth. She kissed with the curiosity of a child who was exploring a brand new place, her tongue sliding over each and every one of my teeth. As she probed on my fangs, I pulled away from her kiss and bit her lips. It was a small bite, only a taste of blood dripped into my mouth, but the taste was bold enough to more than make up for the amount. It was nothing like a human's blood should taste like. I found myself thinking back to the moments when I was first sired, tasting the blood of my master. I knew that I needed to have more of this blood. This was turning out to be a fantastic hunt.
“A vampire. You could've warned me before you bit. The lipstick doesn't make me immune to pain or anything,” Toni caught on fast, and was evidently pissed, despite the fact that she was still enjoying herself. A smile formed on her face, causing the blood to run down to the center of her lips. The crimson trail formed into a large drop on her chin before she raised a finger to wipe it off. Toni looked at the bead of blood sitting just above her nail. Her hips swung slightly to the side, and a smirk formed across her face as she decided what she would do with the blood. Toni moved her hand to my lips, stopping only when her nails pressed right up against my lips. I did not hesitate to take advantage of her generosity. I slid her finger into my mouth, caressing it with my lips, using my tongue to take every last bit of blood from it before I pulled my head back, and looked into her eyes.
“You're oddly calm about it.”, I said after licking my teeth of any remaining blood, “Most people would be worried about meeting a bloodsucker such as myself.”
Toni traced her finger around my lips as she mused “I have a ghost running around my workspace. You aren't the supernatural thing I’ve seen, and I'm not exactly normal, myself. That, however; is something I might tell you another time. Call it an incentive to stay around.” When she finished speaking, she took her hand from my face, and gestured down the road. “Let's get going. Oh, one more thing. You can bite me, but do it where it will be covered by clothing. I don't want to have to explain another kind of ‘supernatural phenomena’ to my band-mates.”

Toni led the way to her house, walking with such precision and grace that I began to think she had tripped intentionally. Her hips moved in a rhythmic sway with each step that she took, rustling the fabric of her shirt as it rubbed against the denim of her pants. With each step, she also moved her shoulders slightly; just enough that the cut line would rock up and down on her arms, accentuating her delectable skin. As it moved, the black ribbon hanging around her neck became more noticeable. Apparently she wore jewelry under the shirt as well. That didn't come as too much of a surprise, but she did strike me as the kind of person who would show all the aspects of her bold style. Perhaps there was a story behind the necklace; maybe an heirloom of some kind.

The remaining three blocks were walked in complete silence. Toni was a few steps ahead of me, keeping the style of her walk in its precise rhythm. She seemed to be lost in her own head, perhaps thinking about what would happen after this walk was over. I began to think that she didn't fully understand how much of that delicious liquid I would be taking from her. I let my mind wander back to that taste I had gotten earlier. The warmth of those few drops running down my throat, filling me with an almost feral desire to pounce, and drink her dry on the spot. The only thing which had held me back was my curiosity. I wanted to know what made her blood so desirable.

I was pulled out my trance-like state when I noticed Toni bending over, revealing just a hint of the small of her back. It was hard to tell if she had done it on purpose, but either way it was rather arousing. She fumbled with her shoes, blue to match her hair, and pulled out a key. She had to wiggle the key just a little, accompanied by nervous laughter that made me wonder if the lock had broken, before the door decided to admit us.
“Well then, come on in,” Toni said with a smile “It's not much, but its home.” She waved her arm down the small foyer. A few feet away, the apartment opened up into a moderately-sized living area and a kitchen. There was some mess scattered about, mostly clothes and some dishes, which I assumed belonged to her. Toni's style could be seen on most of the clothes, which made me assume that she was living on her own. This was reaffirmed when she led me towards the bedroom. The soft, orange color on the walls complimented the large bed with a canopy of thin curtains that played the centerpiece in the room. A nightstand was placed next to the right side of the bed. Her wardrobe was just a few feet further from the bed. The other side of the room only had a large mirror, creating a sense of asymmetry that gave the impression that the room itself longed for a second occupant.

“You don't waste any time do you?” I joked, noting the eagerness with which she had pulled me into the bedroom.
“There's no point in wasting time. The night doesn't last long, and I don't want to waste as unique a partner as you.” Toni moved close, and brought my hands to the bottom edges of her shirt. The fabric was soft to the touch, but still seemed durable, so I wasted no delicacy on sliding the piece of cloth over her head, tossing it idly on the floor. Her bra was blue, slightly darker than her hair, dotted with green and red crosses. I ran my fingers around the top of her pants, starting in the back. Slowly, I dug my nails into her skin so that by the time I reached her hips she was bleeding and gasping with the mix of pain and pleasure that I gave all my victims. The red liquid ran down her pants, leaving trails that followed the texture of the denim. While I debated whether or not I should drink the blood as it spilled down her legs, Toni solved the question for me. With one hand, she pulled her pants away from the wound; the other brought my lips to the wound.
“I don't want stains on my carpet,” Toni said smiling through the pain. Before I drank, I brought my mouth to just her crotch, undoing her pants with my teeth as my hands reached towards her ass. I grabbed it for just long enough to appreciate how well toned she kept herself before pulling the blood stained jeans to the floor. I stopped to notice her underwear, the same pattern as the bra, before I bit down on the fabric. In case you didn't know, biting down on cotton is one of the most unpleasant things in the world. It wasn't something I did often, but Toni was getting me rather aroused and impulsive. I pulled the fabric with my teeth and brought it down her legs. When they had reached her ankles, Toni kicked them off and spread her stance to be a little wider, giving me a good view of her crotch. The hair was just as black as on her head, though she kept it significantly shorter down here. I waited for a few seconds, letting the blood run down her legs, before I started to move again. I ran my tongue up her leg, letting the blood pool in my mouth as I moved. As I approached the wound, I diverged from the warm crimson trail.

Toni's fantastic blood combined with her equally fantastic body had me very turned on. My head slid gently across her hips, trailing my tongue as I did. I kissed just above her hair, looking for any signs of approval. The sound of her quickened breaths and the feel of her hand resting on the back of my head provided all the endorsement I needed. My mouth moved down her crotch, eagerly exploring the textures. My lips found her to be extremely wet as I teased around her pussy. Licking, I found that familiar, slightly bitter, taste that I had learned to expect from those times I had done this before. I ran my tongue along her slit, starting at her entrance. When my tongue met her clit, Toni inhaled sharply.
“Please,” she managed to get out amongst her gasps. I dragged my nails over her legs, repositioning them to get more support for myself. From this new angle, I could look at her gorgeous body while I probed with my tongue. I ran it over her clit, moving it in circles. I started slowly, increasing gradually with each pass. When I felt that it was circling too fast, I would slow down, moving to play with the hood. Once I felt her clit begin to twitch and her blood begin to race, I decided to mix things up.
“I think you’ve had enough of this,” I said, rising to my feet. Toni looked as if the room had just stopped spinning, and was somehow wondering why it had stopped. Her confusion faded as I grabbed her hands, bringing them to the zipper on my dress. She unzipped the outfit to my waist, and tugged at the fabric resting on my shoulders. I let it slide off; the fabric collecting at my waist.
“No bra?” Toni commented, a smile forming as she did, “My my, someone came prepared for tonight.” I reached around behind her head, and tore the hair tie loose. As it fell, I pressed her face against my chest. The hair tickled me as it ran over my stomach which created an awkward urge to laugh as Toni began to indulge in my breasts. Their small rounded forms fit easily into her hands as she rested her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck. She wasn't nearly as rough with her hands as I was, but she wasn't exactly a gentle lover either. I could feel the scratch marks begin to appear on my skin as she clawed at me with her right hand. Toni moved her mouth to the unoccupied breast and began to play with it, using her tongue and teeth like a seasoned veteran. I felt jolts of pleasure with each pass of over tongue over my nipple. She was no less skilled with her hands. Her left hand groped, squeezed and pulled in a rhythmic pattern. Her right hand moved, barely applying any pressure, towards my waist where she grabbed the zipper and undid the rest of the hoodie.
“I bet you are starving,” Toni said, slyly, pushing her hair back to show off her shoulders, “I did promise you could drink so long as you didn't do it on my neck.” It was true, I could feel my hunger starting to get the best of me and with her hands still playing with me, the bite would be among the best I had ever had. I inhaled deeply and bent my neck to bring my mouth into place. As my fangs touched her skin, the little vixen pulled away from me. “No, no, no. I said I didn't want stains on my carpet. Bed or shower. I'll leave the choice to you.”

Toni took a step back to pose while she waited for my answer. She cocked her hips to the side, resting a hand on it. I could tell she was paying me back for stopping earlier, but the fact that she was still naked showed me that she wasn't ready to be done with me. There was still one problem with this situation. A little mortal bitch was standing, defiant before a great vampiress. I stepped towards Toni, and embraced her. I grabbed her hair and pulled down sharply, kissing the place that I would soon feast from. She didn't resist as I pushed her backwards, almost throwing her down on the bed. Toni crawled up to the pillows, putting herself in a position that was both comfortable and inviting. She raised one leg in the air, letting the blood run back towards the wound, and showing the glistening lips of her pussy. The leg swung in a wide arc until settling on the knee of her other leg. The flicking of her foot signaled that she did not care if the blood from my meal stained her sheets. I crawled over the wooden rail at the foot of the bed, and prowled next to Toni, suspending my head above her shoulder. She stretched her neck back, making a show of her arteries. A kiss to her neck told me that her heart had calmed down just a bit. This lead to less satisfaction from my biting; my meal would have to wait.

Instead, my teeth went to her ears, scratching along the top as my tongue ran over the twisting spiral of flesh. I probed in her ear and the area around it, my breathing created a ripple in her hair as it streaked off of her skin.
“You should learn to respect those with more power than you. Do it again, and I might not do this,” I whispered softly as my hand moved to her knees. I dug my nails into her legs and slid them towards myself, decreasing the pressure as I approached her crotch. I slid a finger inside of Toni’s pussy, twisting, nimbly, in tight spirals. I moved the hand supporting me to her neck, squeezing with enough pressure to cause lightheadedness but not nearly enough to kill her. “Tell me, Toni, what made you ever think you had a say in where we fuck?” I mused, barely audibly.
“I’m sorry,” She mumbled through the grip I had on her throat; her eyes still showing the defiance she had a few moments prior.
“That’s a good girl. Remember where the power is here.” I relinquished my position on her throat and settled back into a more comfortable pose. I focused solely on the hand that was still inside of her. As it spun, I moved my palm down on her clit, applying a firm but pleasurable pressure, sliding it in synchronized circles with the movement of my finger. The motion did not go unnoticed, as I heard tiny yelps of pleasure coming from the vixen herself. Her hips jolting about as my hand continued its masterful performance. I increased the speed of my spirals, enjoying the ever intensifying sounds she made. Soon the movement of her hips turned to a violent bucking.
“God, don’t stop.” She shouted between her panting. Seconds later; every muscle in her body tensed to their peaks, her blood pounded through her veins like a tsunami, and I bit down, hard, on the vein that ran through her shoulder. The blood rushed into my mouth with such ferocity that my mouth was completely full in just a second. I swallowed as quickly as could, but the blood still spilled out, creating small pool around the wound. I waited to hear Toni make some quip about the stains, but she had completely lost herself in the orgasm. When I had drunk my fill, I let my tongue pass over the incisions, cleaning up the residual blood that slid down her shoulder.
“Did you enjoy it,” I asked, without looking up from where I had fed. When I received no reply, I noticed that, between the orgasm and the blood loss, Toni had passed out.
“I will take that as a yes,” I chuckled before settling down to a nice post meal nap. Her bed proved to be rather comfortable despite of the pool of blood which sat awkwardly underneath my back, and I fell asleep easily enough.

I found myself rudely awoken by a harsh screeching. It was a few seconds before I realized that the screeching was the smoke detector, and a further second before I realized that smoke was coming from a small patch of my arm which had been caught in the rising sun. I quickly dove underneath the covers to prevent any further burning.
“I’m really, really sorry. I forgot to close the blinds before I passed out,” she said as she sheepishly pulled the drapes closed, “umm…Are you going to be ok?”
“I should be fine after a day or so. There isn’t much damage, and I did feed just a few hours ago. That being said, I will need to stay here for the day.”
“I need to go to work, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you need to,” Toni had moved from the window towards her wardrobe, and had almost finished putting on an orange top that just barely covered the marks from the night before. I noticed there were several other shirts strewn around the room; apparently she had some trouble finding an outfit which covered her shoulders. “I don’t want to sound too clingy, but I had a good time last night. Could I be your go to meal?”
I walked over her and wrapped my arms around her neck, “Aww, how sweet. Of course, just keep your blood tasting like it does, and I promise you that I’ll be back.”
When I said this, she looked like a child at Christmas, “So will you be here when I come back from work tonight?”
“Sadly, I won’t. I have places that I need to be,” I sat back down on the bed, inviting her to join me for some more fun and feeding.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to get going.” Toni bent down and gave me a quick peck, “Call it an incentive to come back again.”

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