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Blood Moon

An Erotic Vampire Tale

By Rain Buckstap

Copyright © photographs vested in the individual copyright holders 2005. First published in July 2013. OBVIAM Pty Ltd, for OBVIAM Pty Ltd, Level 24, 1 Bligh St, Sydney, NSW, Australia 2000, all rights reserved. Copyright © OBVIAM Pty Ltd 2013. Copyright © photographs vested in the individual copyright holders 2005. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of OBVIAM Pty Ltd ACN 152 915 163.

CHAPTER 1

Sarah’s Seduction

It had been a shitty day all in all. A power-out during the night had reset her alarm clock, the ensuing panic as she woke an hour later for work resulting in a mad dash across town, no make-up, no parking spot, and no understanding from her jerk of a boss. She’d worked through lunch to make up the time, downing a soggy egg and lettuce sandwich thoughtfully provided by Andrew, the painfully shy young guy who shared a cubicle in the nest of four which made up the creative design team of the small ad agency she worked in. The ad agency where she felt her dreams slowly dying each day.

The rain hadn’t let up all day, a constant dreary drizzle, not enough to class as a true downfall, but enough to keep everything wet and cold. Her feet were soaked by the time she slumped into the tired old Jeep, the only thing she could truly call her own, and a graduation gift from her late father. Damn Tom Leonard and his ‘professionals wear pumps’ attitude. She barely ever left the office, unless it was to boost his ego at some important client meeting, where she was expected to present concepts then shut up and let Tom do the ‘close’ as he liked to put it. Some days she felt like closing her hand into a fist and slamming it into his smarmy face.

The rain meant a longer than usual battle home through the traffic. Tom Leonard didn’t believe in paying city rents for his ‘studio’, so she made the long commute to the industrial park each day, a park with not enough parking and one shitty sandwich shop that sold pre-made rolls and weak coffee. She watched the drops of rain splatter onto the wind screen, the steady swipe of the wipers clearing a momentary vision of red taillights and neon signs that quickly blurred as new drops fell. The windscreen began to fog up again, the result of an air conditioning system that had given up in the dying days of summer, and which she hadn’t got around to having repaired. Every time it rained, she promised

herself she’d book the Jeep into the shop.

The blast of the horn snapped her out of her reverie, her foot slipping off the clutch causing the big Jeep to lurch forward in a dangerous leap that almost drove the shiny bull bars into the car in front. She caught a glimpse of the driver behind her, all anger and impatience, and she waved a brief ‘fuck you’ wave as she moved with the traffic. Her dad had insisted she drive a stick shift, the Jeep, he promised, a car that would bring her freedom from the city, take her on weekends into the mountains she loved so much. She’d barely left the asphalt in the six years she’d had it.

Her eyes stung suddenly, the memory of her beloved father gripping her in a momentary rush of emotion that caught the breath in her throat and made her heart race. Dad, sweet doting dad, gone too soon. She couldn’t think of that now, couldn’t go down that path or she’d be left sitting sobbing in the middle of peak hour, the cars angrily building up around her. No, she flicked the radio on instead, finding strange comfort in the monotonous drone of the drive time duo of deejays and their inane banter.

She stopped briefly at the local grocery store, grabbing a pre-made chicken curry, cheap bottle of red and a big tub of ice cream. She filled the basket with a few other things she needed, mostly toiletries, a discreet pack of tampons because she felt the old familiar stir of an impending period. Still a week or so away but better to be prepared. Scanning the items, the scrawny clerk smiled at her as he ran the tampons over the scanner. She stared back at him, daring him to comment. That’s right buddy, I’m a woman, I bleed. You oh-fucking-kay with that? The clerk’s sly smile quickly faded as he saw the challenge in her eyes. “Must already be on the rag,” he thought to himself as he hurriedly finished packing the shopping bags.

The cool night air was a relief on her face after the cloying heat of the supermarket, and the irritating smirk of the clerk. She dumped her bags on the

enger seat and eased back into the afternoon commute. It was almost dark as she finally pulled into her street. No parking spots, of course. She swerved into the narrow alleyway at the rear of the building, the last place she wanted to park but what choice did she have? It was raining steadily again as she dodged between dumpsters, a discarded lounge and various puddles before reaching the street and finally dashed up the front stairs to the old brownstone building she lived in. Four nondescript stories, her apartment on the top floor.

She stood below the awning, fumbling the key into the heavy old lock. As usual, it wouldn’t move easily. Sighing, she placed the bags on the ground and put both hands to the task of turning the key. Just as the lock finally shifted, a soft hand enclosed hers, firmly squeezing and twisting the lock the final millimeters. It clicked open and the door swung wide.

“Sorry, you looked like you needed some help,” the woman said as she sidled past and into the hall. The woman stooped to pick up some of the plastic bags as she ed. She was in her late twenties, dark hair in a loose ponytail, long and lean. She was exotic, beautiful. “I’m Sarine,” she said. “Just moved into number 12.”

“Sarah … Sarah Adams,” she blurted. “Oh, that’s right next door to me,” Sarah replied as they moved into the elevator. Sarine held Sarah’s bags as the lift slid slowly to the fourth floor. Sarah felt awkward, but couldn’t tell why. The woman was strangely beautiful, in a dark, gritty kind of way, compared to Sarah’s midwestern girl next door appearance. She wore tight jeans and scuffed boots, a barely there tank top below a well-worn denim jacket. Sarine smiled as they stood side by side in silence, the action again leaving Sarah feeling slightly flustered. It was as though this strange woman knew something about Sarah she wasn’t letting g on.

Finally, the door opened and Sarah moved quickly into the hall, Sarine deftly gliding out of the lift. Her movements were catlike, languid, her footsteps barely

ing on the timber floor.

“Well thanks again,” Sarah said as she stood by her front door, water pooling at her feet.

“Anytime,” Sarine purred, lowering the shopping to the floor. Sarah fumbled the door open and pushed the bags inside with her foot. Sarine smiled that strange, almost knowing smile again as she easily clicked the lock to her door and slid inside her apartment.

“Bye for now,” she said as she closed the door. Sarah closed her own door, and leaned heavily against it for a moment. She felt her heart racing and again, couldn’t understand the effect the strange new neighbour had on her. Water began to pool on the floor where the rain slid off her overcoat. She kicked her pumps into the corner, shrugged the coat off and gathered up the shopping. She dumped the bags on the kitchen counter and quickly ran to the bathroom, struggling out of her pants and sitting down to pee as she leant over to turn the taps on the bath. The room quickly began to steam as she adjusted the water, feeling the relief as she emptied her bladder at the same time. She unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the lace bra, throwing them to the floor with her pants and panties. Her nipples rejoiced in the sudden freedom, standing suddenly erect in gratitude.

Grabbing the big robe from the back of the door she washed her hands quickly then left the bath water to run as she returned to the kitchen. She searched around for the heater remote, finally finding it under a pile of unopened mail. Flicking the heater in the lounge on, she quickly put the groceries away and poured herself a glass of wine from the remnants of last night’s bottle.

At last, she eased into the bath, the warmth returning for the first time that day.

Sarah sank down into the big tub, the only truly good thing about the apartment, and let the water rise up over her breasts. She poured some scented oil into the bath and sipped from the wine glass. The water and wine soon soaked away the day and Sarah began to unwind. She lay in the tub until it began to cool, thoughts of the day overshadowed by the encounter with her new neighbor. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but nor could she erase the woman from her mind. Toweling dry, she donned the big robe and went to the kitchen. She sat at the bench as her dinner cooked, using a hair dryer to dry her long blonde hair. The warm air was hypnotic, sensual as the long strands brushed against her neck. She let the robe fall open so the hair could caress her firm breasts, a secret joy she had allowed herself ever since she was a teenager. She allowed the warmth to infuse her very soul, sighing as the air and the soft, sensual touch of her silky hair tore away the last stresses of the day.

Later, curled on the lounge watching TV with a glass of the red, Sarah pondered her life. To top off what had been a decidedly ordinary day, she’d had another fight with Eric, just after lunch. She’d stood in the fire escape talking into her cell phone as Eric broke yet another dinner date. She didn’t mean to get so worked up, but it was the fourth time in two weeks that he’d cancelled at the last minute, and always for some shitty spur of the moment work event. She wouldn’t normally mind if work got in the way, but she knew deep in her heart Eric was increasingly happy to put his ‘work’ first. His best buddy had recently become single, and the two had been spending plenty of time together. Cashed up, good looking, they cut a formidable duo. Sarah, on the other hand, was overworked, underpaid and simply tired a lot of the time.

At least this time she felt angry, not miserable like before. Fuck him. She’d given everything of herself to him in the last 18 months. She’d moved to the city two years before, hooking up with Eric within the first few months. He was a successful broker and for a while it had all been good. They’d had a glittering courtship, fancy restaurants, weekends away, nice things. But lately he was so caught up in his world, leaving Sarah feeling more and more isolated. Most of her friends were people she had met through Eric, and with their relationship souring she wondered who of their friends would stay hers. She realized she’d forgotten everything she’d originally moved to the city for. Her independence

and her ambition were now all muddied by her relationship with Eric, and now that seemed doomed too. She went to the kitchen to grab a tub of ice cream, determined to eat away her blues.

The rain lashed the windows but the apartment was warm and cozy as she rhythmically spooned Ben and Jerry’s. She still wore just her robe and a pair of thick white socks. In the summer she’d be naked right now, but the robe was comforting, as much as warming. Flopping deeper into the sofa, she heard a faint noise from next door. The apartment had been empty for so long she was instantly aware of the sounds coming from within. She strained to listen, to make sense of the soft noises. Strangely, she hadn’t heard Sarine moving in, but now she could hear a low murmur coming through the wall. She knew the apartments were mirror images of each other, so she imagined Sarine was also watching TV, she thought, imagining them sitting back to back, a few inches of brick and plaster the only thing separating them. But as she listened, she realized her neighbour was either watching porn, or, more intriguingly, was engaged in the act itself. Sarah turned her TV down, feeling guilty but at the same time entranced by the thought her new neighbor was in the throws of ion.

Yes, that was definitely a moan, but Sarine’s, or some tawdry actress on the TV? Sarah held her breath, straining to hear. Soon, the soft moans became deeper, more husky, like Sarine’s own voice. Sarah knew now it was her neighbor. The moans became more rhythmic, and a slight thumping reverberated through the thin wall.

Sarah lay back on her lounge and listened in secret. Sarine’s moans sent shivers through her and a strange electric hum coursed through her body. She shuddered involuntarily at her reaction to this strange pleasure. She had never imagined herself attracted to another woman, having only ever kissed girls in high school as a dare. But now she imagined Sarine spread naked on the lounge, her long legs wide as some nameless man thrust deep inside her. Sarah felt her pulse begin to race. Her nipples stiffened against the soft robe, and she felt a warm glow infuse her body.

She lay there, tingling as sounds of ion filtered through the wall. Tugging at her gown, she slipped the soft fabric off her shoulder, exposing her right breast. She cusped it gently, feeling the firm weight in her hand, and began working soft strokes across her nipple with her thumb. She traced the areola, tiny, hard bumps surrounding the tight nipple that stiffened as she ran her thumb in small circles. Laying deeper into the lounge, her head on the thick rest nearest to the wall, Sarah placed her sock-clad feet on the heavy timber coffee table.

She felt the warmth between her legs growing and let her thighs fall open. Next door, Sarine’s moans had become small cries of ecstasy, the thumping of the lounge now an insistent knocking as she was fucked. Sarah pulled her gown all the way open, exposing both full breasts. She began to tweak her left nipple as her right hand slid down her firm stomach, over the soft patch of pubic hair and down between her legs. She moaned softly at the wetness there, her fingers lightly stroking the spreading lips of her vagina. She pushed her index and forefingers down, creating a V that encased her swollen clit. Softly, she moved the V up and down, squeezing her fingers together to grip her clit with each upward stroke, releasing them again to push her lips apart with the downward stroke, each time opening her secret place, exposing it a little more.

The ice cream fell to the floor as she spread her legs, raising her left leg over the side of the lounge and steadying herself with her right foot on the coffee table. She pushed two fingers deep into her pussy in time to the thumping from next door. She enjoyed the fluid wetness her fingers found, breathed in her own scent as her nipples strained skyward.

She imagined Sarine’s long legs wrapped around her lover’s back, her dark hair over her chiseled cheekbones, the full red lips wide in ecstasy as she thrust frantically against the man’s cock. Sarah’s juices were flowing freely and she gasped at the intensity of the experience. Next door, Sarine’s cries rose with each thrust, the sound fuelling Sarah’s frenzied masturbating. Sarah worked her fingers deeper, pushing as far as she could, her other hand twisting an aching

nipple. She moved, lifting her left thigh, repositioning her hand beneath her firm butt cheek to afford her fingers deeper access to her swollen cunt. She moved her hand from her breast to her clit, fingers deftly flicking the excited bud as she fucked herself with two fingers. Her breath came in quick gasps as next door Sarine moaned in ecstasy, small gasps and yelps of intense pleasure emanating from the apartment.

With a sudden whump against the wall, Sarine screamed again and again as her orgasm ran through her. Sarah too let out a long, low moan of joy as intense waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her legs stiffened and she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a small scream of pleasure as she came in strong, long waves. She jammed her fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her pussy muscles convulsing around her long fingers as her ecstasy coursed through her. Her hand slowed as a stream of cum gushed from her opening, sliding between her butt cheeks and dripping onto her robe. She shuddered and sighed as her ecstasy abated, suddenly aware of the silence next door, and the level of her own moans of pleasure.

She was sure Sarine had heard her. Torn between guilt and abandon, she lay back on the lounge, pulling her bathrobe over her. Her hand idly played with her wet clit as she imagined Sarine lying spent on the lounge next door, thick cum splattered on her stomach from where her lover had spent himself. She fell asleep curled on the lounge, her hand still between her legs.

Over the next week, Sarah tried desperately not to bump into Sarine in the hall, even though somewhere deep down, she wanted another encounter with her mysterious new neighbor. She went through the motions of her day at work, looking for a new job online during her lunch break. She avoided Eric’s calls, not seeing any point in continuing something that was clearly doomed. His messages became increasingly frantic, then stopped altogether. She was sad, but at the same time glad. She sent him a final text message. “Goodbye”, and that was it.

Eventually, as the weeks turned into months and she began a new job, Sarah felt her old zeal returning. Her neighbor, so strange and alluring, was silent. They hadn’t bumped into each other in the hall, nor the lift or the foyer. If it wasn’t for the occasional noise from next door, Sarah could have believed that Sarine was a figment of her imagination. Although she often listened for the sound of her neighbor making love, the ion of that first night was not repeated. Occasionally, Sarah would lie in bed, recalling that night and bringing herself to a satisfying orgasm, but never with the same intensity, the same fire.

Then one night, as Sarah again struggled with shopping and her keys, Sarine was there. “Let me,” she said, taking Sarah’s keys and opening the door as a light rain began to fall. Sarah was too stunned to resist, stooping to collect her grocery bags as Sarine opened the door and pressed the lift call button.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” she stammered as they stood in the lift as it clanked toward the fourth floor.

“Two months, five days and a couple of hours,” Sarine replied. “But who’s counting?”

The lift shuddered to a halt, the doors opening. Sarine strode into the hall and inserted her key in the door. Sarah moved to her door, dropping her shopping bags and fumbling her keys. As Sarine opened her door and stepped inside, Sarah said: “Wait! What do you mean two months, five days and a couple of hours?”

Sarine paused in the doorway, leaning seductively against the frame. “That’s the length of time it’s been since we last came together,” she purred before moving inside and closing the door.

Sarah was stunned. She slumped against the frame of her own door, shocked by the revelation. Her mind whirled as she took in Sarine’s comment. She’d heard her listening. Knew Sarah had been eavesdropping on a moment of intimacy. All these months and she’d said nothing, until now. Sarah’s mind was racing as she entered her apartment. She dumped the groceries in the kitchen, went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her mind was a whirl of competing thoughts, contradictions of quiet shame and angry defiance. She stripped off her work clothes and stood beneath the cascading water. Her legs twitched in agitation as she thought about the implications.

As the warm water calmed her jangled nerves, she began to think clearly, more rationally, the shock of her initial embarrassment subsiding to angry defiance. So what if she’d eavesdropped on her neighbor having sex? And so what if she’d pleasured herself also? She was hardly trying to keep it quiet, what with the couch banging against the wall, and her shrieks of pleasure. And so what if she knew Sarah had made herself cum? She probably felt sorry for the poor girl from the country, desperately fingering herself while she, Sarine the seductress got the real thing. Well good for you.

Still, the nagging embarrassment and shame lingered. How dare she make me feel this way, Sarah thought. Fuck it … fuck her! She’d made so many positive changes in the past few months, who was anyone to judge? She’d left Eric behind for good, told Tom Leonard to shove his shitty job and landed herself a new role in a city agency. Same money, more respect, a train trip to work and great cafes and sushi bars nearby for lunch. She was finally finding her feet, being her own woman and fuck anyone who was going to make her feel bad about that.

She quickly toweled herself dry, feeling suddenly good for the first time in months. She sat naked in front of the bedroom mirror as she dried and combed her blonde hair. She ired her own body, happy that she remained toned and fit, her breasts firm and full, topped by brown nipples she tanned occasionally at

secluded spots on the beach. Her legs were toned and athletic, the result of her weekly basketball games with the girls from her new office. She spread them, iring the way her lips opened slightly, red and neat, just the slightest hint of moisture at her opening. Above, a small tuft of hair neatly trimmed, despite the fact it had been months since she last been with Eric.

The memory of him brought a twinge of sadness, but it ed quickly. She’d seen him a couple of times while out for drinks with her new colleagues. He’d been at his charming best, suave and handsome in his expensive suit, but he’d also carried a slight air of desperation. Two single guys on the town trying to pull babes with their cash and their careers. The girls from work had laughed when Eric’s buddy Joel had made a move on one of them. It had put it all in perspective. Eric was just another jerk in a suit trying to get laid. Well he’d had me and lost me, Sarah thought with some small satisfaction.

She finished brushing her long hair, threw on a pair of track pants and a tight white singlet now the spring warmth was back in the air, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the bureau and boldly left the apartment. She padded barefoot to Sarine’s door, hesitating momentarily before knocking firmly. She held her breath as she waited, the temptation to turn and scurry back ton her own apartment almost impossible to resist. It seemed an age before the lock turned and the door swing inward. Sarine stood before her, that infuriating knowing smile on her pretty face. She wore her long dark hair pulled into a neat ponytail, cut off denim shorts and a tight t-shirt.

Sarah hesitated, suddenly lost for words as she ired Sarine’s long brown legs, the narrow ankles with a silver chain on the left and a small ankh tattoo on the right. The strong bare feet.

“Yes?” Sarine asked, her eyes betraying her amusement.

“I … I thought it was time we got to now each other,” Sarah said, boldly pushing her way into Sarine’s apartment. Sarine stood aside, smiling as Sarah moved into the loungeroom. She caught the woman’s fresh scent as she ed. Sarah glanced at the stylish couch pushed hard against the shared wall, imagining the sex that had taken place there, before walking past it and into the kitchen. The décor of the apartment was chic, of course, everything matching, impossibly neat, muted colors, soft browns and shades of purple.

“I brought a red, I hope you’re okay with that?” she said.

“Sure, the bottle opener’s on the bench. Glasses in the cupboard to your left,” Sarine said as she sat on the lounge, hooking one long leg under the other. Sarah returned, two glasses and the bottle clinking as she moved. She hesitated, scanning the sparse apartment before settling at the other end of the lounge. She poured the wine and handed Sarine a glass. Their eyes met as they took a first sip. Sarine had the deepest emerald eyes, a stunning contrast to her tan skin and dark hair. Her face was beautiful with full red lips and a slight smattering of freckles. She smiled as she sipped the wine.

Sarah drank deeply from her glass, coughing slightly and spilling small drops onto her chin. She quickly wiped it, but not before a drop landed on her white singlet.

“Are you nervous because I heard you cum, or are you nervous because I’m going to make you cum again?” Sarine purred, reaching across and wiping a last small drop of wine from Sarah’s chin. Sarah shuddered, a sudden thrill of desire running through her at Sarine’s touch.

“You shouldn’t,” she stammered.

“Really? Your nipples tell a different story,” Sarine said, iring the taught buds as they pressed against the tight white material. Sarah felt herself falling, her determination to stay in charge receding as fast as her nipples had risen at Sarine’s touch.

“You shouldn’t stop,” she heard herself say boldly, as if another spoke the words. Then she was leaning inwards, her body moving by its own volition toward the impossibly alluring brunette. Her body ached with desire as she pressed her lips softly against Sarine’s full mouth. They paused there for a moment, the barest touch, breaths held in anticipation as both awaited the other’s first move. It was Sarah who succumbed, her mouth opening, pressing hungrily against Sarine’s swollen lips, her tongue darting into the other’s warm mouth. She moaned in desire as she leant fully into the kiss, her hands coming up to grasp Sarine by the neck as she kissed her deeply, ionately, an embrace that sent shivers through her body.

Sarine’s tongue entwined with hers, frantically delving into her willing mouth. She too moaned, her desire taking over as she ionately kissed her neighbor. The suddenness of Sarah’s kiss had caught Sarine off guard. She had expected the pretty blonde to be reluctant, coy to her seduction. She’d imagined a slow dance of sensuous flirting before finally making the woman hers. But Sarah’s ion was palpable from the moment she appeared at the door.

Reluctantly, Sarah pulled back, her lips drawing away from Sarine’s as she caught her breath. She was overwhelmed by what she had done, by the sudden boldness that had overpowered her. Her whole body ached to be touched, but she moved away from Sarine, to the furthest corner of the lounge. Her hand shaking, she lifted the wine glass to her mouth and gulped deeply. She curled her feet up under her, suddenly feeling exposed.

“I heard you, you know,” she said softly. “I heard you here, fucking on this lounge.”

“I know,” Sarine replied. “I wanted you to hear me. I wanted you.”

Sarah sipped from her glass. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, been with a woman.”

“I know,” Sarine replied. “Do you want to?”

“Yes, very much yes,” she breathed, hardly recognizing her own voice as she readily succumbed to the overriding desire flowing within her. Sarine moved toward her, soft fingers stroking a stray hair from her face, lightly tracing her cheekbone. Sarah kissed the fingers as they moved across her lips. Her heart raced, her breathing heavy as she felt waves of desire course through her.

A firm hand moved behind her neck, pulling her face forward. Sarine’s lips were soft and full as she traced small kisses along Sarah’s cheek. Sarah’s mouth parted as Sarine’s lips found hers. She opened her mouth as Sarine’s tongue darted deep, the kiss becoming moist and full. The two moaned as they kissed, Sarah arching her back, full breasts aching to be touched.

Sarine kissed her languidly, pushing her back on the lounge, her body pressing against Sarah’s. Their breasts pushed together and Sarah marveled at the sensation. The intoxicating touch of another woman drove away any hesitation. Sarine’s sweet, soft scent, mixed with the heady heat of the kiss sent shivers of desire through Sarah.

Sarine’s hands stroked the blonde’s firm neck before moving downward to the swell of her cleavage. The skin was impossibly soft and warm and Sarine marveled at the feel of this new woman. Sarah moaned as Sarine pushed the white fabric off her shoulder, exposing her breast, the nipple stiff and expectant. Sarine stroked the firm bud, circling it with her palm. Sarah arched her back as Sarine twisted the tight nipple in her fingers, her tongue delving deep into her mouth before moving down to her neck, kissing wet trails to her shoulder and back to her ear.

Sarah felt the wetness flood her pussy, groaning in satisfaction as warmth spread throughout her. Sarine’s tongue and hand sent hot sensations tingling through her willing body. Her hand clasped Sarine’s neck, pulling her mouth towards her willing breast. She gasped as hungry lips engulfed her aching nipple. The woman’s expert mouth and tongue elicited responses no man had ever ignited in her. Sarah wondered if it was the act itself, or the knowledge this woman’s desire had chased away in seconds any of the mid-Western ‘attitudes’ she’d been instilled with since she first began to bloom as a teenager. She’d been told sex was for a man and a woman only, and married ones at that. She’d had one longterm boyfriend, a jock she’d lost her virginity to and who she fucked awkwardly until she went away to community college (farming allowed little cash for the more expensive schools she’d been accepted into). She’d fooled around with one of the college guys for a semester before deciding his efforts weren’t fulfilling enough to overcome the guilt. After that, she pleasured herself alone, mostly in the bath or shower, before moving to the city and meeting Eric. He’d been her first adult relationship. His sex was good, but it was mechanical, ionless mostly, as though he was trying to prove to her how good he was, rather than trying to make her cum.

Clutching Sarine’s head, she pulled the willing mouth hard against her aching nipple.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Sarine moaned as she bit into Sarah’s nipple. “I’ve

wanted this from the moment I touched your hand in the doorway.”

Sarah felt a flood of desire course through her. She never imagined her neighbor had harbored such illicit desires until now. Being so desired by this intoxicating, exotic woman was strangely empowering. She imagined the many lovers Sarine had enjoyed, the frenzied fucks she must have experienced and glowed with a self assuredness she rarely felt knowing she would become another such encounter.

“Make love to me Sarine, make me yours,” she sighed, giving in to the pleasure of the moment. Sarine moaned as she sucked Sarah’s hard nipple. Her hands pulled the singlet upwards, revealing small but firm breasts topped with hard brown nipples. She darted her tongue first left, then right, her lips sucking at the swollen buds as Sarah shifted her body, allowing Sarine to pull the singlet over her head. The cool air brought goose bumps to her skin, the feeling of her breasts exposed to this stranger a new thrill. Her hands stroked Sarine’s back, entwining in her hair as she pulled the brunette deeper onto her aching breasts. She tugged at the t-shirt, pulling the fabric up over Sarine’s head and shoulders. She gasped as the full breasts fell free, her hand instinctively enclosing one soft orb, fingers pinching the stiff nipple. Then they were pushing desperately together, breast to breast, moving in a joyous rhythm.

Their mouths locked hungrily as Sarine pressed her firm breasts against Sarah’s, shifting her body to lay atop the gorgeous blonde. Sarah’s legs wrapped around Sarine’s waist, pulling her new lover closer. The loose fabric of her track pants was a stark contrast to the denim of Sarine’s cut-off shorts. Sarah grasped at Sarine’s left breast, feeling the firm smoothness as she kissed deeply, hand holding her lover’s neck as her own tongue delved far into the willing mouth. The warm breast and tight nipple felt so alien in her hand but she reveled in the feel of it. She’d never imagined a woman could ignite such desire in her.

She felt the wetness pooling between her legs as Sarine began a slow rhythmic

thrusting, her groin pushing against Sarah’s. She lowered her mouth, kissing first Sarah’s neck, then lower, taking her left nipple into her mouth and sucking hard. Sarah moaned deeply, her hand pulling Sarine’s head against her aching nipple. She pinched Sarine’s nipples, glowing in the gasp it elicited in her lover.

Sarine’s hand moved downwards, across Sarah’s flat stomach, the touch feather light. She ran the hand up each of Sarah’s quivering thighs, lightly touching her pussy with each . She felt the wetness through the material of Sarah’s track pants, thrilled by the knowledge her neighbor was so full of desire for her. Biting down hard on Sarah’s nipple, Sarine cupped the warm mound of her pussy, pushing her fingers firmly against the soft opening, the material and her fingers moving easily into Sarah’s willing cunt. Sarah moaned, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily as her pussy twitched at Sarine’s touch. The hot mouth on her nipple and the soft touch of Sarine’s dark hair against her stomach added to the fire building within.

The hand moved slowly, rolling the swollen clit beneath the pants, spreading the lips wider and occasionally delving deep within, the material an unexpectedly delicious contrast against the moist opening and smooth walls of her pussy. Sarah’s head thrust back against the couch, her legs wide, one foot braced on the floor, the other moving up to the back of the lounge, just as she had done the first time she encountered Sarine. Only now, it was her being fucked on Sarine’s lounge. It was her moans filling both apartments. Sarine’s hand grabbed roughly at her pussy, engulfing her hole, palm pressed against her clit. She moved then, deftly sliding her hand beneath the soaking material of Sarah’s pants. They sighed in unison as Sarine’s hand felt the naked flesh of Sarah’s open cunt, the small hairs above the clit tickling her palm as she firmly moved two fingers deep into her lover. Sarah gasped at the intrusion, the sudden pleasure almost too intense as her pussy ignited. Sarine began a slow fucking motion, pushing far into Sarah and pressing her palm firmly against the swollen clit. She flicked her finger tips upwards, rubbing them along Sarah’s deepest place and forwards, to press firmly against her g-spot.

Sarah thrashed her head from side to side as Sarine finger fucked her, all the while nuzzling her neck and shoulders. How could this woman so deftly find her most responsive spot, the hot little bud of nerve endings she struggled to reach when alone? She gasped in pleasure as Sarine bit down hard on the nape of her neck, then harder still, the teeth threatening to puncture the firm skin.

“No … no, yes,” she gasped as she felt the teeth suddenly bite deep into the flesh, an explosion of pain and pleasure as warm burst trickled from the wound. Sarine sucked hungrily, her hand a frenzy of thrusting as Sarah exploded in orgasm, her body stiffening as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She clamped her thighs tightly around Sarine’s hand, desperate to hold the fingers deep inside her cunt as spurts of juice shot out, soaking her thighs and Sarine’s hand in a torrent of cum. Sarah moaned in pleasure and pain as Sarine’s hand jammed roughly once, twice, three times more, shaking her whole body to final gusts of joy.

Sarine’s mouth clamped tightly over the wound on Sarah’s neck, as she sucked desperately at the blood flowing from the small holes. Sarine’s mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The blood had ignited a primal urge she fought to control. Its coppery warmth flowed throughout her body as she sucked the intoxicating liquid. Her breath flared in her nostrils and she moaned as she drank from Sarah’s neck. Her ion for this woman became overwhelming as her life essence fused with Sarine’s own. The urge to engulf this innocent beauty had Sarine’s heart hammering.

With a force of will she didn’t realize she possessed, Sarine pulled her hand away from Sarah’s pussy, mouth still clamped on the firm flesh of Sarah’s neck. She lifted her cum-drenched hand to Sarah’s face, fingers pushing forcefully into the blonde’s open mouth. Sarah sucked greedily at the fingers, tasting her own juice. She marveled at the taste of her cum. She had never spurted like this before, although she knew it was possible. The taste was salty and rich, and she lapped at the probing fingers with complete abandon.

The pain in her neck was subsiding as Sarine finally released her mouth, the internal battle won, for now. She kissed and licked the small puncture marks before finally bringing her mouth to Sarah’s, kissing her chin, tracing small lines to her full lips. Sarah’s blood left a faint trail from her neck to her lips. Sarine held Sarah’s eyes with her own, a small droplet of blood visible on her full lips as she closed her mouth over the blonde’s. The mix of blood and cum was intoxicating, their tongues darting deep within each other’s mouth as they kissed ionately.

Sarah felt a small flow of blood trickling slowly from her neck and down her breasts. It pooled where her breasts pushed against Sarine’s. They kissed for long minutes, legs entwined and hands groping at breasts, necks and backs. Finally Sarah pulled away, gasping for breath. She touched at the wound on her neck as Sarine lay beside her on the lounge. Her fingers came away sticky with blood. Sarine pulled them to her mouth and licked the blood away, a fine coat of red visible on her lips.

She pressed her fingers to the wound, pushing firmly to stem the flow of blood. Her breasts were coated in Sarah’s life force, and Sarah softly stroked them.

“Are you a vampire,” she asked jokingly, a strange part of her suddenly afraid of the answer.

Sarine chuckled. “No, I just get a bit carried away sometimes,” she said as she leant down to lick the blood off Sarah’s neck and breasts. Sarah sighed at the touch, intrigued by her lover’s blood fetish. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Sarine purred. Sarah watched as Sarine lay back, heaving chest slowly returning to normal as her ion abated. With one long finger she wiped a last red drop into her mouth.

“I’m a mess,” Sarah laughed, finally taking in the state of her sodden pants. The grey material was dark and wet where she had gushed her orgasm. So too the lounge and the front of Sarine’s shorts. Her breasts were smeared with drying blood.

“Stay here, I’ll run us a bath,” Sarine replied, deftly moving from the couch and into the hallway. Sarah ired the toned body and the way she walked. The small, firm butt was framed perfectly by the cut-off shorts, the long back muscled and toned. Sarine’s pony tail bobbed from side to side on her naked back as she moved, occasionally exposing a line of lettering that ran from Sarine’s neck to below the waistline. Sarah hadn’t noticed it earlier. Sarine’s movements were almost catlikje, a strange grace that made no sound as she walked. Sarah smiled as she lay back on the couch. She touched her neck again, feeling the wound now closed. It ached, but not as much as she would have expected.

She heard the sound of running water and moved into the hall. In the bathroom, Sarine was leaning over the bath, her full but firm breasts hanging seductively. Sarah moved behind her, holding her hips and pressing her pussy against her lover’s firm arse. Sarine smiled at the touch, standing upright and reaching a hand behind her to grasp Sarah’s hair. Sarah closed her mouth on Sarine’s neck, kissing along one shoulder as she moved a hand to cup Sarine’s breast. The brunette fumbled at the button to the denim shorts, finally freeing them. She wiggled her hips as Sarah pushed the material downwards, continuing to kiss Sarine’s back as she did so. Sarine stepped lightly out of the shorts as they fell to the floor. Sarah tugged at the pretty blue g-string, glad to see that it was sopping wet. She pushed it to the floor with one foot, her hand moving to cup Sarine’s naked pussy.

Sarine sighed, leaning back against Sarah as the blonde toyed with the short patch of hair above the swollen clit. Sarine leant her head against Sarah’s shoulders as her lover began playing softly with her clit, lightly stroking it from side to side, up and down. Firm fingers squeezed her nipples.

“Am I doing it right?” Sarah asked. “Yes … um, yesss. You’re doing everything right,” Sarine moaned as Sarah’s fingers sent shivers through her body. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” she asked. “Only to myself,” was the reply.

As the bath filled, Sarah pushed Sarine toward the basin. Sarine braced herself with her hands on either side as Sarah forced her legs apart. Sarine stared at herself in the mirror, aroused by the blood still evident on her breasts as Sarah smiled over her shoulder and nibbled at her neck.

“Maybe I should bite you,” she murmured as her hand increased its pace on Sarine’s clit. Her other hand moved down to stroke the firm cheeks of Sarine’s toned butt.

The brunette moaned as Sarah probed a finger between her bald cunt lips. She felt them widen in appreciation, a soft flow of juice already slipping down her thigh. Sarah pushed the finger experimentally into Sarine’s pussy feeling the strangeness of another woman’s sex. It was tight and wet, smooth walls opening to a warm and moist cavern. Sarine moaned and Sarah began a slow fucking motion, her finger moving easily in and out as her other hand gently flicked Sarine’s clit. Her thumb pushed softly up and down on the tight bud that was the opening to Sarine’s ass, smearing her wetness there. Sarah’s breasts tingled as they rubbed against Sarine’s back. She kissed the strange letters of Sarine’s tattoo, licking at her firm neck.

Sarine began pushing back against the eager hands, one hand now pulling and twisting at her swollen nipples, the other clutching the basin for . She gasped as Sarah fucked her, pushing another finger deep inside her willing cunt. The feel of her lover’s breasts against her back sent thrills through her body. She had been with women before, but nothing had turned her on as much as this beautiful new neighbor. Her body, her eyes … the blood, all became an

intoxicating cocktail of sensual overload.

Sarah smiled inwardly as her lover writhed beneath her hands. The way Sarine’s eyes almost rolled back in her head as she probed her fingers deep inside her pussy made Sarah intensify her efforts.

Suddenly, Sarah’s thumb pushed hard against the rosebud of her ass, slipping painfully but easily into Sarine’s tight ring. She pushed it deep, holding perfectly still as Sarine gasped. The blue eyes in the mirror questioned the action, unsure if she had gone too far. In response, Sarine pushed back against the probing digit, squeezing her butt cheeks in acceptance. Sarah smiled and nuzzled again at her neck as she began a slow rhythmic fucking of cunt and ass. Sarine felt her orgasm nearing as the eager hands and mouth sent waves of pleasure through her body. The room began to steam from the water and also the ionate sex that was taking place. Sarah pushed her own wet pussy against Sarine’s thigh as she fucked her with her hands. She thrilled at the pleasure she was bringing Sarine, secretly glad her instincts could bring this heavenly woman such joy and desire.

The feel of her fingers inside Sarine’s cunt and ass sent thrills of forbidden lust through her, and she felt her pussy ache. Her hands were now thrusting hard and fast, the soaking juices allowing a rough pace that had Sarine panting and moaning. Her full breasts swayed and jerked to the motion and she clutched desperately at the sink for .

Suddenly, Sarine gasped, her whole body stiffening as her orgasm exploded through her, wave after wave of heat and desire. She screamed in pleasure as she stood on the tips of her toes and came, hot juice flooding down her legs. Sarah’s fingers pushed again and again into her cunt and ass, roughly jerking final waves of pleasure from her. The water from the bath flooded over the rim, pooling at their feet as it swirled into the drain.

Sarine shuddered, sweat and pussy juice flowing freely over her body. Sarah placed long, languid kisses down her back, across her cheeks, and finally, as she pulled her fingers away, her hot mouth enclosed Sarine’s dripping cunt from behind.

Sarah moaned as she tasted another woman’s juice for the first time. Her face pressed hungrily, full mouth sucking at Sarine’s pussy lips, soft tongue darting into the willing hole. Her nose nestled against Sarine’s anus as she slurped her lover’s juices down. Sarine’s legs shook and she leant against the sink as Sarah’s mouth and tongue send new thrills through her body. Sarah knelt in the warm water pooling beneath them. Her hungry mouth eagerly lapped at the sodden pussy. She moaned in joy when she felt Sarine stiffen anew, a small but intense orgasm coursing through her. Sarine gasped and whimpered at the unexpected pleasure, falling to her knees as she pulled away from Sarah’s eager embrace. She collapsed into the water, pulling Sarah into an awkward but ionate embrace.

As her breathing subsided, she watched Sarah turn off the bathwater. She had no strength left in her legs, sitting naked in the warm water on the bathroom floor as she ired the movements of her new lover. Sarah emptied some water from the bath and stripped off her soaking track pants. She stood proudly naked and smiled as she pulled Sarine off the floor and into the deep water. They sat at either end, feet ticking breasts and necks as they let the warm water revive them. They washed and kissed, softly and now gently exploring each other’s bodies, feeling smooth skin and stroking silken hair. They washed each other’s hair, strong hands massaging scalps and temples. It was lovingly erotic and sensual and Sarah felt herself falling for this exotic woman. She never imagined she could fall in love with a woman, but she had also never felt such intense emotions welling up from somewhere deep inside.

After toweling off, they took turns brushing the other’s long hair. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, combing Sarine’s silky locks. The smoothness tickled her breasts as she worked and she felt herself becoming aroused again. She kissed

the nape of Sarine’s neck, wondering at the meaning of the strange lettering. She breathed in Sarine’s warmth.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Sarine replied as she stood and pulled the bed covers back. They slid naked into the bed, the cool sheets sensual against their warm skin. They moved into a ionate embrace, small soft kisses and long strokes of shoulders, thighs and stomachs. Sarah could smell Sarine’s desire as they rolled together. The memory of her tongue delving deep within the other’s pussy sent a shiver through her. She had always been so conservative, but now she felt complete abandon, desperate to try anything and everything her new lover had to offer.

“Let me eat your pussy,” she whispered as she pushed Sarine onto her back. “I’ve got to have you in my mouth.” Sarine spread her legs wide in invitation, her thick red lips already moist and open. She arched her back as Sarah kissed her flat stomach and nuzzled the short hairs of her pubis. She thrilled at how willing her new lover was to pleasure her, a guilty joy of knowing she had brought her to a new level of sexuality, and one she so greatly enjoyed.

“Lick my cunt,” she demanded, grabbing the soft blonde hair and forcing the pretty face to her aching hole. Sarah’s willing tongue plunged instantly into her, her nose pressed hard against the swollen clit. They moaned in unison as Sarah began lapping at Sarine’s pussy. “I can’t believe how much I love doing this to you,” she murmured. “I fucking love the taste of you …”

Sarine grunted in encouragement, the pleasure between her legs too intense for words. Her hand pulled Sarah’s head harder against her cunt as she began bucking her hips against the blonde’s beautiful face. Sarah moaned, her hands

pushing Sarine’s thighs wide. Her face was coated in her lover’s juices and she felt her own cunt dripping with desire. She pushed Sarine’s hips upwards, plunging her tongue against the now exposed bud of her anus. Without hesitation she pushed her tongue deep into the tight hole, reveling in the musky scent. Her hand found her own pussy and she began fingering her snatch, first one, then two fingers jamming deep inside herself as she devoured the pussy spread before her. Sarine felt herself nearing orgasm and pushed her friend’s face away.

“Wait, wait,” she gasped. “Come here, kiss me,” she begged as she fought to control her breathing. Their breasts pressed together as they kissed deeply. She sucked greedily at Sarah’s nipple as she pulled the firm young body further upwards. Sarine wriggled lower on the bed, positioning Sarah so that she lay directly below her dripping snatch. Sarah’s thighs quivered in anticipation as Sarine pulled her gently downward, mouth opening to engulf her friend’s pussy as it pressed firmly against her face. Sarah shuddered as Sarine’s tongue delved deeply inside her. She grabbed at her breasts as Sarine’s mouth nibbled her aching clit before she again plunged her tongue deep inside. Sarine’s green eyes held Sarah’s blue eyes as she tongued her feverishly. She saw the hunger within and slowly pushed a finger deep into her lover’s tight ass. Sarah’s eyes closed in agony and ecstasy as the enthralling new feeling engulfed her. She had never had anything in her ass before. She groaned as Sarine began slowly fingering her ass while tonguing her cunt. She began to fuck her friend’s face, back and forth, letting Sarine’s tongue run from her clit to her rosebud anus. She grasped Sarine’s head in her hands and thrust furiously as her orgasm neared.

Sarine thrust a second finger into the tight hole of Sarah’s ass. Sarah bucked against the fingers, turning awkwardly as she did so to face Sarine’s spread legs. She fell full length against the magnificent body, her mouth finding Sarine’s clit as Sarine resumed kissing and licking hers. They moaned and squirmed as they began a ionate 69, tongues probing cunts as they thrust together.

Sarah’s legs shuddered and she whimpered as another powerful orgasm rocked her body. Sarine’s mouth clamped down on her aching pussy as she too exploded

in joy, thick juice flowing into Sarah’s willing mouth. They squealed and moaned in ecstasy as their orgasms slowly abated. For minutes afterwards each lapped gently at the other’s spent cunt, faces covered in juice, hands roaming up and down firm legs. Moving apart, they repositioned themselves, hugging warmly, mouths again meeting in ion. Sarah moaned as she hugged her lover. With legs entwined they fell asleep, naked bodies pressed together as their juices slowly dried.

Chapter 2

The Change The next morning was a Saturday, and Sarah woke slowly, a dull throbbing pain in her neck. She rolled onto her side moving close to Sarine’s prone body. She spooned her new lover, nuzzling the soft hairs at the nape of her neck. Sarine sighed softly, coming slowly awake as Sarah’s breath tickled her back. She stretched, feeling the swollen ache between her legs where Sarah’s fingers had invaded her so feverishly. She smiled as Sarah kissed her neck, a soft hand pulling the sheet away as the naked blonde rolled onto the brunette beauty. The weight of Sarah was comforting as she lay on top of her, a small uncertain smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Sarine leant forward, softly kissing Sarah’s full lips, a hand tracing the bruise and scar where her teeth had bitten into the slender neck.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“A little,” came the shy reply. “I hurt in other places too though,” Sarah said, feeling the ache where Sarine’s fingers had roughly pushed into her anus. “But it’s a good hurt,” she smiled as she kissed Sarine’s face and neck.

Sarine softly kissed the wound, smelling the scent of blood. Her animal instinct flared for a moment and she felt the hunger rise. No, she mustn’t, she thought, damping down on the primal urge to feed on this exotic beauty. Not her, not this wonderful woman. Sarine fought down the urges suddenly at war within her. Damn it, damn this secret burden. She struggled against the rising tide of blood lust, against the changes taking place, preparing her body for attack, for the kill.

Sarah, unaware, continued to kiss Sarine’s neck, her erect nipples brushing

lightly across Sarine’s breasts. Sarine felt herself losing control of the hunger, the arousal of blood lust sent her pulse racing. It had been too long, and she had allowed her hunger to go unabated. She felt the pain as her incisors stirred, and she pressed her head hard into the pillow. No, please, don’t do this, not now, not to her.

Sarah’s hand softly stroked her breasts as she continued to kiss and bite at Sarine’s neck. She felt the throbbing in Sarine’s jugular, marveling at the power of the woman’s lust. The vein pulsed, a sudden ridge beneath her soft lips and probing tongue.

Sarine turned her face to the side, away from the small wound on Sarah’s neck, desperate to control the hunger. But she was too near, too aroused, the woman’s blood scent was too strong. With a shaking finger she felt the blood coursing through Sarah’s pulsing jugular, her fingers tracing the throbbing ribbon, blue and thick with Sarah’s life force. She moaned as her incisors extended fully now, two impossibly slim teeth thrusting downwards. Her control was almost gone, the memory of the night of lust too strong. The night before had been a taste, a stolen moment she’d barely managed to control. Sarah’s blood had stunned her with its power, its innocence, and she had recoiled from the horror of what could have been. Now, her primal urges surged within. She felt the thin membranes slide over her eyes, to protect them from splashing blood as she devoured her prey, like a shark. Her fangs were now fully extended, biting into her lip as she twisted beneath Sarah’s ionate kisses.

Her control was gone as the blood lust took over. Discretely, she wrapped her long legs around Sarah’s unsuspecting back, ankles locking in place to prevent her escaping. Sarine was more animal than woman now. Her pussy flowed freely, a long stream of desire pooling on the sheet beneath her as Sarah slowly thrust her mound against Sarine’s. She could feel the blonde’s heart thudding in her chest, the soft lips tracing light circles on her neck. She felt the tongue slide along the extended vein where her own jugular pulsed. The raised, throbbing vein should have been a warning, but Sarah had no concept of who, or what, she

lay in bed with. She had asked ‘are you a vampire’? She had been lied to …

Sarine wrapped her arms slowly around Sarah’s strong back, one hand coming to hold firmly onto the back of her neck. Sarah sighed in pleasure as she felt Sarine grip her with feet, thighs and hands, enjoying the firm embrace. Her pussy ached for the exotic woman’s tongue and she gave herself willingly to the firm clutch of her lover, unsuspecting, innocent. Sarine grunted as she threw her head back, positioning her mouth for the strike. Her lips parted, green eyes suddenly dark with hunger and lust as she struck. Sarah spasmed in pain and surprise as Sarine’s mouth clamped down on her neck, right onto the wound made the night before. She felt the long teeth bury deep into her flesh, felt the splash of warm blood as her jugular itself was brutally pierced. She pulled back in shock, her body straining desperately, but Sarine’s grip was impossibly strong.

She cried out as Sarine’s teeth bit down hard, locking onto her neck and holding her unbelievably still. Sarine’s strong legs gripped Sarah’s legs in place, her inhumanly strong arms clamping around her back and head, allowing no movement as she tried desperately to thrash away form this sudden danger.

“No, what, what are you doing,” she whimpered as she felt her blood spilling into Sarine’s hot mouth. Beneath her, Sarine’s whole body shuddered as she fed hungrily on her lover. She grunted as she clutched the blonde in a death grip. Her breathing became long and controlled, gusts of spent air escaping her nose as she sucked the precious blood deep with her mouth She grunted again, an animal sound in the quiet bedroom. Sarah’s blood pumped steadily, and Sarine’s pussy flooded with desire. As always in this moment, an orgasm, unlike any other, began to build. Her nipples ached, her pussy pulsed, scented liquid flowing onto the bed. She pushed her body hard against Sarah’s feeling the quivering body as she struggled to break free … feeling the fear.

Sarah thrashed desperately, trying to pull away. The two naked bodies writhed on the bed, sliding sideways and rolling to the floor where Sarine landed on top

of her startled lover. Her mouth pulled away for a moment as she took a deep breath, tongue flicking the blood covered lips as she leant back for a moment. She felt the woman’s blood already in her veins, deposited their via her fangs. Sarah scrabbled on the floor now, blood flowing down her neck and breasts as she tried desperately to escape. Sarine watched her for a moment, ired her will to live. Then she pounced again, pinning Sarah to the floor, strong hands grabbing her slender wrists as she held her. Sarah saw then the sinister teeth, coated in her own blood, and she cried.

“Why, why me?” she begged. Sarine ignored her pleas, plunging her teeth once again into her neck, sucking greedily at the blonde’s life force. Sarah bucked and struggled but inevitably her movements became weak, slow. She felt the life draining from her, the strength receding as her blood flowed into Sarine. Sarine’s mouth was an insistent, painful frenzy, teeth plunged deep into Sarah’s jugular, draining her warm blood. Sarine’s own heart hammered in her chest, the blood lust driving her almost to the brink of savagery as she fed. Sarah’s life essence overwhelmed her … she fought to control herself, desperate to pull back from the brink as she drained the pretty young woman’s life. But her desire, the orgasm that screamed for release overcame all reason.

Suddenly, Sarine wrenched her mouth from Sarah’s neck. She dropped the woman’s body as she flung herself across the room, slamming into the wall. The blonde lay in a heap, eyes frantic as she watched helplessly as Sarine writhed against the far wall, sexual ecstasy fighting with the animal savagery of her hunger. Slowly she regained her composure, sliding agilely to the floor. She rested her forearms on her knees, naked body gleaming with perspiration, blood and cum. Sarine twisted her head sideways, like a bird of prey watching Sarah a huntress eyeing an injured prey. She slid slowly across the floor, grasping the petite ankles and spreading the woman’s legs wide. She saw the fear in the young woman’s eyes as she pushed her legs apart, softly stroking her pussy. Sarine positioned herself now, wet pussy pushed hard against Sarah’s sex. She held Sarah’s wrists in each hand and watched for a response as she slowly began to fuck her with her cunt. Sarah cried, eyes desperately seeking some sign of comion, of the woman she had known the night before.

Sarine’s mouth and neck rain with Sarah’s blood and she watched in horror as Sarine bared her fangs in a wicked smile, mouth slowly descending onto the blonde’s savaged neck. The fangs pressed deep into the wound again and Sarah shuddered in pain, unable even to whimper a protest.

Sarine began to slowly fuck Sarah as she resumed feeding. The blonde woman lay barely moving, whimpering softly as Sarine drank more of her blood, the lean body now thrusting forcefully against her prone body, wet pussy demanding pleasure.

Sarah cried as her own body, deep in shock, responded to the pleasure. How could she be turned on in this moment, when she felt herself hovering between life and death? Sarine’s mouth bit greedily as she thrust her pussy against Sarah’s. In an instant, her orgasm rocked through her, body spasming in ecstatic release. Wave after wave of impossible pleasure exploding in heavenly joy wrenched Sarine’s body. She grunted as she thrust the last few desperate moments of pleasure, the woman’s warm blood elevating the sensations to heavenly proportions.

Sated at last, she felt the fangs receding, her pulse, so vital and strong, returning to a steady rhythm.

Her pussy dripped onto Sarah’s, and she felt the once-steady throb of Sarah’s pulse weakening, her body slack beneath her as she sucked the last drops of blood. The jugular pulse now slowed to a few weak beats. Sarine kissed the wound, lapping up the last of the blood, before dropping the slim wrists, which fell limply to the floor. Sarah’s head rolled to one side, the gore of her neck clearly visible where Sarine’s teeth had bitten over and over. A slow pulse of blood oozed from the wound in time to her slowing heartbeat.

Sarine wiped the blood from her face, licking the back of her hand as her primal lust subsided. She felt alive in a way she had never known, the blood of this incredible beauty an intoxicating thrill. Her orgasm had rocked her like none before.

She sat atop Sarah’s prone body, the wetness of her desire pooling in the soft hairs of Sarah’s pubis. She could see Sarah’s own wetness on the floor where she had dragged her to feed. Sarah’s breasts rose falteringly as she struggled at the edge of life, her heart slowing, breathing feather light. Sarine leant down, kissing the blood away from the wound and tracing soft kisses along Sarah’s jaw and onto her full lips, now cool through the lack of blood. Sarah moaned softly, the barest hint of life.

Sarine reached under her, deftly pulling her into a sitting position. Her strength was always amazing after feeding, and she easily hefted Sarah’s body into her arms, placing her gently on the bed. She wasn’t sure if the blonde beauty would survive. She’d fed so deeply, her ion for this one’s blood so strong she barely stopped in time. The guilt would come later, she knew, but now, her body coursed with fresh blood. She showered and dressed, throwing on jeans and a tank top. Sitting on the bed, she ired Sarah’s naked beauty, hands softly stroking the long legs. She bent down, kissing the small hairs above Sarah’s clit, enjoying the fragrant scent of their night of sex.

“What have you done to me?” The voice was barely a whisper, so lacking the vitality of those heady moments of the previous night.

Sarine started, pulling away from Sarah’s pussy. The blonde’s head lay awkwardly to one side, her deep blue eyes filled with horror as she recalled the violence of Sarine’s feeding frenzy.

“Please, you have to let me go. I won’t tell anyone, please,” Sarah begged.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sarine whispered as she lay beside Sarah on the bed. Sarah flinched, desperate to pull away but too weak to do so.

“What are you?” she asked.

“You could say I’m a vampire, but not in the way you know them,” Sarine replied. “As you can see, I don’t die in the daylight though the sun can seriously hurt me if I haven’t fed in a while. As you can see I’m not pasty white, quite the opposite. And I don’t sleep in a coffin, nor run from garlic and crucifixes.

“Oh, and I love pasta and a good bottle of red, wine, that is,” she smiled at her own joke.

“But I do have this little affliction, which is that I need to feed on blood. I can survive without it, mind you, but with it, I am something else. I am powerful, beautiful, and I’ll live forever.”

“You’re a murderer,” Sarah gasped, suddenly realizing her predicament. “You’re going to kill me for some sick fantasy. Well fuck you, I hope you’re happy,” she managed, the tears coming to her eyes as she faced the reality of her death.

“I’m none of those things,” Sarine replied, kissing the tears from Sarah’s cheek. “And I haven’t killed you. I didn’t want to do this, but you’re so intoxicating. I

couldn’t resist you, not after last night, not after the love I felt for you. I’m sorry Sarah, truly I am.”

And it was true, she had never felt such desire nor love for someone. The woman intoxicated her, overwhelmed her usual control and had nearly paid with her life as a result. Sarine felt her own tears welling. She hugged desperately to Sarah’s cold body, sobbing in the realization and guilt of what she had done. Sarah’s mind whirled. She was still too weak to move, shocked by what had happened, and now confused by Sarine’s sobbing. Sarine clutched at her desperately, kissing her face and whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

Slowly, Sarah raised a hand, weakly pushing Sarine away. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered.

“You won’t, you won’t,” Sarine promised. “I can help you.”

“I’m so cold,” Sarah whispered.

Sarine clutched at the bed covers, pulling the sheets around her naked lover. She pulled off her own clothes, sliding her warm body against Sarah’s. Sarah felt the warmth of Sarine’s naked skin and sobbed, knowing it was her blood flowing in the other’s veins.

They lay there for hours, Sarah too shocked and weak to move, Sarine desperately afraid she had indeed killed her lover. Sarah lapsed in an out of consciousness, each time terrifying Sarine that it would be her last. She would then frantically fuss, making thick soup and strong tea to feed to Sarah. Each

time, Sarah would rouse, but Sarine could sense the life slipping away. She saw the paleness of Sarah’s skin, which had been so warm and tanned the night before. The lines of her veins were clearly visible, the wound in her neck continuing to weep. Sarah cried often throughout the day, head thrashing at the nightmare of her situation. She cursed Sarine, threw her tea at her and screamed for her to stay away. Once, she tried to escape the room, stumbling and crashing to the ground. Sarine swept her into her arms and sat on the floor, rocking her and crying, apologizing over and over.

She bathed Sarah, dressing her wound with a bandage. Changing the sheets, she lay her in the bed, a thick cotton gown and a warm water bottle to keep her body temperature up. She tried to feed her soup, but each mouthful made her gag. She felt so helpless. Her lover was dying before her, while her own body was infused with such energy and vitality. She felt Sarah’s blood coursing within her, knew it was something different to anything she had known since her journey had begun 20 years before.

She had fed often in that time, every few months as the hunger grew, but she’d never fed simply through desire. In the early days she had killed her victims, her youthful enthusiasm too much to resist draining every last drop. She would cry then, sobbing over the broken bodies, smoothing over ruffled clothing, brushing hair away from faces frozen in shock. She would leave them where they fell, usually an alley, or secluded park. She would determine never to do it again, hating the one who had created her, cursing her existence. In time, she would go back to her daily life, studying, playing music in the band at night, pretending to be normal. Then the hunger would stir, sometimes two months, sometimes three, but always within the season. Four a year at a minimum, her hunger linked to the transition of the seasons, to time’s relentless march.

She would hunt then, looking for someone she could kill without guilt, a criminal, a violent husband, someone without shame of their own crimes. She could sense them on the subway, or as they ed in the street, and she would begin to follow them discretely, waiting for the moment when she had them

alone. Her beauty helped, as few could resist talking to a beautiful stranger. When her lust was strong, she would sometimes bed them first, clamping her teeth into shocked necks at the moment of orgasm, feeling hot cum shooting into her cunt as warm, thick blood flowed into her throat. She would thrash wildly then, her orgasm fuelling her blood lust as she drained them of all life. She would stop only at the moment she felt their last heart beat, pulling away to watch as the life in their startled eyes fluttered and died. Dressing quickly, she would leave them then, an empty husk on a bed, or lounge room floor, sometimes even the grubby stall of a niteclub bathroom. She would throw a syringe onto the floor beside the body after dipping it into the wound she had made. An overdose. But the police were not always fooled, and soon she found herself moving to avoid the growing media reports of strange deaths. And always, despite their own crimes, her guilt at taking life overwhelmed her. She would spend days drinking, fucking, doing anything to forget her deeds, eventually, a week or so later, emerging fresh to enjoy her new strength and vitality.

She eventually left her friends, her family, and mourned them as though they too had died. Hers became a lonely existence, estranged even from the one who had made her due to her own hatred of what he had turned her into.

One day, more than ten years after she’d turned, Sarine felt the hunger stirring. She knew it would be many weeks before she had to feed, but the nagging urge was there, fluttering weakly in her stomach. She watched a woman pushing a pram in the later afternoon sunlight by the lake in the park. She was beautiful and Sarine watched enviously as she clucked over her baby. Before she knew what she was doing, she had moved to sit beside the woman, striking up a conversation. They talked easily, the woman sharing small joys of her pregnancy and life as a mother. Sarine felt herself staring at the woman’s neck, the pulse of her heartbeat clear in the weak sunlight. In an instant, she had grabbed the woman, dragging her to her and clamping her teeth deeply into her neck. The woman struggled momentarily, and then relaxed, as though in a trance. Sarine had never known a victim to do this. She drank deeply then, the warm blood thick and sweet. She was quickly sated, her thirst diminishing as quickly as her hunger had exploded. The woman sighed as Sarine laid her back on the bench,

an arm holding her upright. She kissed the small wound, marveling at the tiny puncture marks, so different from the usual torn gore she left behind. She kissed the woman then on the mouth, seeing the startled brown eyes flutter open.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to …”

“No, no it’s okay,” the woman replied. “Wow, um, that was an unexpected kiss. I … I didn’t see that coming. I have to go, really … I shouldn’t have, I’m married, but thank you. I’m flattered.” The woman felt the small bruise on her neck then, a look of puzzlement on her face. She smiled again as she collected the pram and moved off along the pathway.

Sarine realized then that the woman had no knowledge of what had happened beyond the kiss. She was unaware Sarine had drained her blood, stolen some of her essence. For the next few weeks she watched from a distance as the woman regularly walked her baby in the park, meeting friends and sometimes with her husband. She seemed as vital as the day Sarine had drunk from her.

Thereafter, Sarine experimented, feeding off strangers, men and women, when the first sign of hunger began. Often, her final kiss would lead to a frenzy of love making, the victim unaware they had already been bled. Sarine’s ion then was insatiable, her gift in return for the blood stolen. She would fuck them in any way they desired. Her body would be there’s to enjoy, cunt, mouth, ass, all open to whatever depravity they wished. Afterwards, she would lie beside their exhausted bodies, wipe the cum from stomach, pussy or face, dip it into her mouth and thrill at the taste of it. Sometimes, while they slept, she would steal more blood, always drinking only enough to satisfy, and never enough to hurt. The taste of blood and cum would intoxicate her, and for the next weeks she would be on a high better than any drug she had known.

Her life transformed, no longer a cycle of death, guilt, hunger and power. She gave as much as she took, even if the victims had no idea of what she’d done to them.

And then she had moved again, on a whim this time, to try a new city. Her body was as young as it had been twenty years before and now she wanted to explore the world, not merely exist in it.

Money was no problem. Feeding on the wealthy had its advantages. She found an apartment and moved her few things in. She had been there for a week when she sensed the life energy of the woman next door. It intrigued her to sense the woman’s heartbeat, actually feel the steady throb as she went about her life next door, unaware of Sarine.

Sarine found herself listening for the woman whenever she returned. She heard the shouted fights she had with her lover, the soft crying afterwards making Sarine sad for her. Then one day, she was there, struggling at the top of the steps with bags and keys. Sarine knew it was her neighbor from the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat. She soundlessly dashed up the stairs, her hand closing over the woman’s and turning the key with ease.

She smelled the perfume and felt a sudden ache of desire as she moved past the startled stranger into the hall. Turning, she drank the woman in, smiling secretly at her beauty. Long blonde hair falling to just past the square shoulders, a small waist and small, but well rounded breasts, long legs and taut behind. In the lift, Sarine smiled at the effect the woman’s heartbeat had on her. Each pulse reverberated in her pussy, sending a small thrill of desire through her. At the door, she saw the blood rise in the woman’s face as they farewelled each other, caught the unmistakable flush of desire in the last furtive look the woman gave before hurrying into her apartment.

That night, Sarine broke her only rule. She prowled a nearby bar, finding a handsome black man who’d had a few drinks and was full of bravado. She quickly caught his eye, wasting no time dragging the man away from his laughing friends and to her apartment.

They tore at each other’s clothes the moment she closed the door, he pushing her roughly into the lounge and onto the couch. His thick, masculine chest bulged above her as she undid his pants, dragging them down over his muscled backside. She gasped at the size of his thick cock as it sprang forward, inches from her face. Grasping the broad shaft she pumped it firmly as she wriggled down on the lounge. He grunted in satisfaction as her lips closed over his cock head, pushing the long shaft slowly into her mouth. She pumped his rod as she began expertly sucking his cock, her tongue running around the head, darting into the eye and tracing long strokes up the glistening member.

He pulled his shirt off as he fucked her face, holding her head steady as he moved in and out. She cusped his large balls, feeling them twitch as her tongue worked wonders on his cock. Within minutes she felt him stiffen, his balls firming in her soft hand. Suddenly, he grunted and his cock pulsed thick streams of cum deep into her willing mouth. He jerked and spasmed as he shot load after load of warm cum into her mouth. She pulled away, letting the thick stream splash onto her chin and drip onto her chest, staining the dark tank top she wore.

He fell to the sofa, his ion sated for now. She pulled his pants off completely, marveling at his magnificent body, the toned physique of an athlete. She quickly stripped off her own clothes, lying on top of him and kissing his thick chest. Next door, she heard Sarah’s television turn down, and she smiled. She could feel Sarah’s heartbeat quickening, and knew she was listening. Her arousal grew as she kissed the black stranger’s chest. His cock began to stir as she nuzzled his broad neck. Shifting slightly she positioned her cunt on top of his long cock, pushing forcefully backwards to impale herself on his shaft. She groaned in pleasure at the thickness of him, the way he stretched her cunt wide. She kissed his neck again, smearing a trail of his cum on the ebony skin. As he

began to pump her cunt, she felt the fangs descend, the membranes slip effortlessly over her eyes as her hunger exploded. Pushing down hard on his cock she bit deeply into his neck, feeling his jerk of surprise as she clamped down. He struggled momentarily, and then the familiar feel as he relaxed, only his cock still hard.

She sensed his trance as she slowly fucked and fed. His warm blood coursed into her throat, mixing with the last traces of his thick cum. She moaned in pleasure, fucking and drinking, pushing his inert body against the sofa. Next door she sensed Sarah’s rising ion, felt her heart race as she approached her own orgasm. Sarine thrashed against her lover, drinking down more of his blood than she intended, feeling him moan softly as finally she exploded in orgasm, her screams barely stifled by the blood and flesh in her mouth. She pumped furiously against his cock as she drank a few more precious drops of the blood. He shuddered in response, shooting a thick stream of cum into her pussy, splattering deep as she fucked the lasts drops from him. Next door, she heard Sarah cry out in ecstasy, a shout barely muffled. But the blonde woman couldn’t hide the furious beating of her heart, and Sarine glowed in the secret of their shared ion.

At last, she moved her mouth away from the black man, staring numbly at the punctured flesh. She had been rougher than she wanted, taken more of his blood than she would usually have done. He was groggy, drunk as he regained consciousness. He looked at Sarine astride his cock and smiled, unaware of what happened. He assumed he had ed out, but reached tentatively to his throat.

“Sorry,” she said. “You’re going to have one helluva hickey. I got a bit carried away.”

He left soon after, his memory of their fucking hazy, feeling drunker than the drinks should have made him feel. But he was happy, strangely weak, but happy. The next morning he barely ed the woman’s name, and had no idea

where she’d taken him. The dull ache in his neck lasted a few days, a happy reminder of a night of ion he could barely , but which he strangely knew had been among the best fucks of his life.

Sarine lay on the lounge, the taste of his blood and cum warm in her mouth, his energy coursing through her veins. She sensed Sarah on the sofa next door, felt her heart beating softly in her chest as she fell asleep. Sarine smiled, grabbed a blanket from the leather box beside the lounge and curled up to sleep just inches away from the strange new love interest next door.

But now she sat desperately on the side of the bed, stroking Sarah’s blonde hair, feeling the cold skin beneath as her breaths came in short, quick gasps. She was dying and knew it. “Why?” Sarah whispered.

“I love you,” she replied softly. “It’s the only answer that makes sense. I love you and my instinct was to own you. Your blood was so strong I barely controlled myself after the first bite. And you stayed aware. You knew I was drinking from you and you didn’t fight me. Usually they go into a trance, but you knew what was happening and you let me.”

“It turned me on,” Sarah replied. “I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in all my life, nor given myself so deeply, but now I’m dying. I don’t want to die.” She began to cry again, tears rolling down her beautiful face, so white now as her death approached.

“I can save you,” Sarine said hesitantly. “But you will hate me forever.”

“No, no I won’t, I promise. Just please don’t let me die,” Sarah begged,

clutching at Sarine’s hands, her eyes filled with fear and sudden hope.

“Sometimes there are things worse than death,” Sarine whispered. “I don’t want to be the one to curse you to that. Not you. I love you but you will never love me back.”

“I do love you,” she said. “I think I’ve loved you from the first moment your hand touched mine at the door. I’ve dreamt of you each night. I’ve avoided you because I was afraid of my feelings, but now. Now, I want to live. I want to be with you … please.”

Sarine felt her resistance weakening. She wanted so much for Sarah to live, to save her young life, but she feared her certain hatred once she realized the terrible price. For it was a price without equal, a price that offered no escape.

“I can save you,” she said again. “But everything you have ever known will be gone. You will be like me, a damned creature feeding off the life force of innocents, a killer. Is that what you want?” She saw the hesitance in Sarah’s blue eyes, knew her turmoil. At least, she thought, I’m giving her a choice. It was more than she had been given.

“Do you want to kill? Do you?” she demanded.

“No, I mean, no, but I don’t want to die either.” Sarah began to sob again and Sarine stood and left the room. She couldn’t stand the tension, hating herself for her stupidity and hating herself for what she had done. She knew it wouldn’t be long, she could sense Sarah’s death nearing as her body succumbed. She’d taken too much blood, but more, she’d drained her soul essence, and it was that which

was killing her. Sarine felt it flowing in her own body, strong, pure, intoxicating. Just the thought of Sarah’s energy aroused her hunger. She wanted it always, but knew she would now be doomed to forever know such life existed, but that she had carelessly extinguished it.

“Sarine … Sarine help me,” Sarah begged. In an instant her resolve disappeared. She spun, running to the bedroom. Sarah lay sprawled on the floor between the door and the bed, her robe half off her square shoulders, one breast exposed as she crawled to the door.

Sarine scooped her in her arms, laying her back on the bed. She felt Sarah’s weakening heart, knew she had only moments to live. “Do you want this,” she breathed in her ear, lips softly brushing her lobe.

“Yes, make me yours forever,” Sarah sighed, feeling her heart slowing, the energy draining from her with each beat. Sarine brought her slender wrist to her mouth, scenting her own blood as it pulsed within her wrist. Her fangs extended slowly, and the membranes slid swiftly over her eyes. Sarah gasped as she saw the transformation, Sarine’s mouth opening wide. The brunette bit deeply into her wrist, tearing the flesh and puncturing the vein. She shuddered at the exquisite pain, her mouth filling with her own blood.

Her eyes met Sarah’s, saw the conflict of fear and willingness. She pulled her wrist away, the blood pulsing and dripping onto Sarah’s shoulder. Sarah opened her mouth hesitantly as Sarine lowered her wrist to it. She felt the warm blood splash against her open lips, drip onto her tongue. Leaning forward with the last of her strength, she wrapped her lips around the wound, gagging slightly as thick jets of warm blood pumped into her mouth.

She gagged slightly as the coppery liquid flowed into her throat, and suddenly

she felt its strength, the promise of life spurring her to suck greedily. She clamped her hands on Sarine’s wrist, desperately holding the wound to her mouth. She felt the strange new energy pour into her as Sarine gasped. Patterns and colours flooded her mind as she drank, strange memories hurtling through her awareness. Blood, death, life all mixed into a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain. Sarah saw moments from Sarine’s life, ion and pleasure, horror and pain, and deeper, older still, memories from another, a stranger, darkly malevolent man. And back beyond, a cavalcade of ancient sights, sounds, smells, and always, always of blood …

Sarine gasped again as she felt the change in Sarah. She knew the exquisite pleasure of this moment and knew too that she could only give so much before she too was in danger. Sarah held her wrist with unnatural strength, her teeth now biting deep into the flesh. Sarine knew that incisors were even now taking shape within Sarah’s mouth, that they would soon descend. She knew she must pull away, but wanted also to give Sarah as much of her life force as she dared. Make her as strong as possible. It was the only way to ensure she lived, and lived as close to what she had been previously as possible. Anything could leave her demented, broken.

Suddenly, with a cry, she wrenched her wrist from Sarah’s mouth, stumbling backwards off the bed and falling to the floor. She clamped her lips around the wound on her wrist, drinking her own blood and healing the heavy tear with her own energy. On the bed, Sarah fell back against the pillows, her mouth smeared in blood. She panted, her breath coming in great gasps as she felt the transformation taking place within her. Her body shook, spasming as Sarine’s blood pumped into every cell, invading her completely. She thrashed on the bed, body convulsing and writhing as the agony of death consumed her. She cried out once, eyes searching for Sarine in one final moment of awareness.

Sarine watched intently as Sarah’s limp body slid to the floor. She landed head down, one leg on the bed, the other thudding to the boards. Her robe had come almost fully off in her death throes. Sarine’s heart thudded in her chest as she

knelt across the dead body, placing a soft kiss on the frozen lips. Sarah’s eyes were open, staring sightlessly.

Sarine knelt beside the lifeless corpse, stroking the blonde hair away from Sarah’s staring eyes. She pressed her full lips pressed down on the open mouth, exhaling her warm breath between the cool lips. She had never done this before, except to be the one dying, and she had no memory of how long it would be before Sarah returned, if she returned. Sarine’s heart pounded in her chest. She fretted that Sarah was gone as she pulled her lips from the cold mouth.

Sarah’s eyes flickered momentarily. The alien blood that killed her was now bringing her slowly back to a new life. Sarine touched her finger to Sarah’s lips, feeling the warmth, saw it spreading throughout the cold body, chasing away death, flooding the cells with a primal energy at once alien and familiar. The body twitched, limbs awakening.

Sarah gasped and her body convulsed as she sucked in a deep, long breath, her eyes daring about in confusion before finally focusing on Sarine as she knelt beside her, stroking her long hair. She clutched at Sarine’s hand as her body reawakened, chest heaving as she sucked in more precious air. She shivered as the memory of those dark moments in death chilled her soul. The images she had seen would haunt her always, strange souls screaming for freedom in a dark and terrible wasteland where nothing grew and only horror existed. She knew it was what awaited her, for in that brief glimpse into the dark side, she knew ultimately there could be no escaping death. She had been given a reprieve only, for how long she didn’t know.

But now the power flowing within her transfixed her. Waves of surreal energy made her body hum in an overpoweringly sensual way, a rhythm that pulsed deep within. She understood and knew her body in a way that was primal, as though she were an animal completely in tune with her senses and surroundings. And she smelt … blood. Sarine’s on her mouth, in her veins and flowing

seductively through the sublimely beautiful body beside her.

She smiled then, seeing Sarine’s nervousness. Pushing herself off the floor, Sarah caught Sarine’s hand and lifted her to a standing position. She pulled her close, the rough clothing against her naked skin strangely more sensitive than ever before. She nuzzled Sarine’s neck, scenting the blood pumping so close to the surface. A sudden ache in her mouth startled her as she drank in Sarine’s scent. She gasped as she felt fangs pushing, straining against her gums as they lowered into position. Her sight suddenly became even sharper as thick protective membranes slid across them. The room was brighter, almost unbearably so.

In an instant she bit down on Sarine’s neck, causing the other to stumble and gasp. Thick blood streamed into her mouth, a warm liquor that flooded her very soul. “No, I can’t give you any more,” Sarine cried as Sarah sucked hungrily. She tried to pull away but Sarah’s strength was overpowering. “Stop, please,” she whispered softly, stroking Sarah’s face and neck, loving her even as she drained her life force. Slowly, she felt the urgency subside, felt Sarah return to full awareness. The warm lips and sharp fangs pulled away as Sarah released her. Sarah’s face was a gore of blood, her fangs still extended as she pressed her lips against Sarine’s. They kissed deeply, her fangs retracting as a warm calm spread throughout her. Her heartbeat was strong and steady within her chest as her blood lust subsided.

“I feel hungry,” she said.

Sarine sighed. This was the part she dreaded most. “You have to feed fully Sarah, not from me. We can always share our blood, but we must feed from others, every few months or the hunger will drive us insane. And you will need to kill your first prey. Your transformation won’t be complete until you have fed fully, and drained every last drop of life from whomever you choose. Until then you will be vulnerable, like a doe lost in the forest without its mother.

“And you must choose well, because the nature of your first kill will determine the nature of your hunger, and how to satisfy it. Understand that what we do is take in the very soul of our victims, each of them combining with ours to make us something different each time.

“In time, you’ll learn how to feed without killing, just as I have, but for now, you won’t be able to control yourself once you enter the frenzy. It will take over you completely, drive you to acts of desperation and horror and leave you wracked with guilt and fear afterwards. But I will be there for you, to make it faster, easier, less horrifying. It’s my gift to you, to bring you through the horror quickly so you can regain some semblance of humanity.”

Sarah cried then, knowing what Sarine said was true, knowing she would become a killer. There was no turning back now. They showered, the water and Sarine’s soft touches a burning new pleasure. Every sense was alive in a way she had never known. Sound, sight, smell and touch a cacophony that overwhelmed her. She felt others in the building, knew their pleasures and pain as their hearts thudded their every emotion.

That night, Sarine refused to make love, saying Sarah needed to feed before risking her fragile energy reserves. “Believe me, you’ll need every ounce of strength for love making,” Sarine purred. “You will have no control of your lust once it kicks in, and nor will I.”

Instead, they lay naked together, breasts pressed close, hearts beating in strange synchronicity. Sarine marveled at how their heartbeats beat as one, not even the slightest echo to indicate two hearts worked separately. She fell asleep glowing in the knowledge that she and Sarah had been destined to meet.

The next day, Sarah was determined to explore her new world. Going back to her own apartment, she phoned in sick to work, a small thrill at the knowledge she may never work again, then made a huge breakfast for her and Sarine. They dressed casually, Sarine issuing a warning as they left the apartment arm in arm.

“Be careful, because this is going to blow your mind. The world is full of life, in every creature, and you’re going to sense it all. You’ll know if someone is in love, or hurting, or even dying. You’ll share their emotions and if you’re not careful you could go mad. Just stay with me and I’ll guide you.”

She was right. Every sight, every sound, smell and touch was heightened. Sarah had never known such overwhelming stimulation and for the first few minutes she clung desperately to Sarine as they road the bus into the city. She didn’t care that people stared at them. Let them imagine what they would. None would know the full erotic truth of their relationship.

All around her she could sense their thoughts. The businessman in the corner, pretending not to notice the two beautiful woman standing holding hands in the aisle, his erection known to them both, so too his imaginings of their sex. Sarine smiled seductively, smirking as he nervously looked back to his newspaper. She leant into Sarah then, lips slowly, seductively pressing against hers. They both smiled inwardly as they felt the businessman’s heart explode, his pulse racing at the sight of these beautiful lovers.

Sarah sensed also, the disgust emanating from the older lady near the door as she made no attempt to show her displeasure at this brazen display of ungodly affection. A prayer would be said for these immoral women that night.

Sarah burst into laughter as they alighted the bus, the senses of the curious engers cut receding as the bus pulled away from the curb. Her heart was

racing as together they moved hand-in-hand through the crowd. They spent the day exploring the city, taking in the museum so Sarah could sense the residue of life left in every display.

“I can feel her,” she whispered as they stood before the mummy of an Egyptian queen. She caught brief glimpses of the queen’s life, strong moments of emotion that lingered in the shadows of the mummified corpse, and somewhere deeper within. Flashes of memory, the first kiss of a lover, the birth of an heir, his sudden death, and her own sad demise, locked in a cell and starved for the crime of failing to provide a king.

Sarah saw all this and marveled at the experience. “Why can I see these things?” she asked. “I’m not sure,” Sarine replied. “Some part of the soul burns deeply into the physical at times of high emotion, and we see these moments, like photographs. I don’t know why we see them. A gift … a curse more likely. You should be careful because there is always great sorrow attached to the dead. They don’t give up their secrets easily, and for us, the burden can become too much.”

Sarine led her away from the queen, her arm entwined in Sarah’s as they left the museum and entered the bright daylight again. Sarah shuddered in relief. They ate lunch and played games, each sensing the secrets of those around them and laughing with each other in the secret knowledge.

Later, over dinner, Sarine became serious. “You must take blood tonight Sarah. Your body is alive now, but my blood will only sustain you for so long. You need to kill in order for the transformation to be complete. Until then, you are still dying. Afterwards, you will live forever, at least, for a very long time. Don’t be afraid. I’ll help you, but the kill must be yours alone.”

Sarah was silent for a long time, contemplating the reality of her new situation.

“I don’t think I can,” she whispered finally. “I don’t even like killing a cockroach, let alone a human being.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll soon realize there are some people who deserve to die. Our way is merciful compared to their own.”

Later, Sarine and Sarah showered together, soft hands washing hair and stroking soapy skin. They kissed lovingly, Sarah’s desire obvious in the stiffness of her nipples and the flush on her face. “Not now,” Sarine said. “Later. For now, keep that ion alive. You will need it for the hunt.”

Chapter 3

Killer Instincts They dressed seductively, two beauties out for a night on the town. Sarah wore a backless black mini, high heels and an ankle chain. The black dress barely clung to her broad shoulders, its neckline plunging to reveal her cleavage. Sarine wore black also, floor length with splits to her waist. Her full breasts pushed against the flimsy material of the strapless dress. A simple, elegant silver chain around her throat.

They caught a cab and Sarine led Sarah into a bar on the far side of town. A place she’d never been before. She felt the leers of the doormen as they walked past the few people lined up. They walked straight in, the doorman’s thoughts on what he’d like to do with them as loud as if spoken.

It didn’t take long for them to be noticed. The club was dark, seedy and filled with men looking to fuck. Sarah sensed every thought, as each tried his luck. But the two beauties remained aloof, settling into a booth overlooking the dance floor, where a handful of men and women made half hearted attempts at engaging. She knew Sarine was searching for her victim. Sarah’s stomach was a pit of knots as she contemplated what would happen that night. She just couldn’t imagine draining the life from someone. Her head swam and she felt giddy with dread.

In that moment, she sensed Sarine become alert. Her body tensed as she watched a man move through the crowd towards them. She leant into Sarah and whispered: “Feel him and tell me what you see.”

Sarah locked eyes onto the man as he headed toward them. Outwardly he

appeared just another punter about to try his luck. Then suddenly, Sarah recoiled. Sarine held her firm, hiding Sarah’s shock from the man with a quick kiss on the neck, her eyes all the while locked onto the man’s. He leered at the sight of these two beauties, his cock growing as he saw the dark one lean in and kiss the pretty blonde’s long neck.

Meanwhile, Sarah struggled to control her breathing. She could see him, see deep inside to his heart and it was a black abyss. His soul was dark and brittle, an empty place where evil dwelt. He didn’t hesitate as he slid into the booth beside Sarah and introduced himself. “Dwight … and you?” he said.

“I’m Sarine, and this is Sarah.”

“Well it looks like my lucky day. You girls mind if I you?”

“Seeing as how you’re already here, why not,” Sarine replied.

He was darkly handsome, but there was an edge to him that made it impossible to find him attractive. Sarah shuddered as his hand slid behind her back, touching the naked skin. He began small talk, babble mostly about himself, but all the while his soul gave up his secrets. Dark acts that began in his childhood and became worse when puberty hit. The moment he forced himself on his young neighbour, delighting in her screams and tears as he raped her. The other acts, so similar and always perpetrated on innocents. Finally, the dark descent into murder as he strangled the life from one girl.

Sarah hated him instantly. She felt Sarine’s calming hand on her thigh, squeezing, her eyes forcing Sarah to relax. She felt his hand slide downwards,

long fingers pushing to the top of her butt cheeks, his smile hungry.

“What’s the matter baby, am I doing something you like?” he leered at Sarah. In that instant she knew she could take him. She gathered her composure as she felt the hunger stir.

“Not yet, but you will be … soon,” she replied, his surprise at her boldness obvious. He was looking forward to taking this little hellcat. She looked innocent but he knew she was wild. He could sense the animal in her. He’d enjoy her. Might even let her friend watch as he fucked her tight ass. He only hoped she wouldn’t be too willing. He wanted her to resist. To fight him off so he could force himself on her.

“Let’s go,” Sarah purred into his ear as she reached over and squeezed his cock.

“Have fun you two,” Sarine said as Sarah led him across the dance floor and to the exit. She could sense his desire, knew he wanted to do terrible things to her, violent things. Her own hunger was coursing through her. She could feel her blood pounding through her veins, felt the unexpected wetness between her legs as she prepared for what was about to happen. The moment was strangely arousing, deeply erotic as she held the power over this man’s life in her own hands. The hunger brought with it a sexual arousal she fought to contain.

She saw Sarine standing to leave just as they walked through the doorway. Dwight wasted no time, taking the lead and pulling her towards a nearby alley. He was going top enjoy taking this little slut, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for her, he smiled to himself.

He dragged her to the rear of the dark alley, pushing her roughly against a small dumpster as he clawed at her breasts. She knew he wanted her to fight him, but she gave in willingly to his touch. His hands pulled at her dress, dragging it off her shoulders, her breasts exposed in the moonlight. He grabbed them, leaning in and biting hard on her right nipple. She submitted willingly, even though she wanted nothing more than to recoil from his touch.

He grunted as he slid his fingers down inside her dress, feeling the small tuft of hair above her pussy. He smiled at the realization she wore no panties. The bitch wanted it, bad. “You want this bitch,” he asked as he roughly pushed a finger into her.

“I want you,” she said calmly. He hesitated for a moment, something in the way she said it sounding alarm bells. But Sarah began a slow thrust against his finger, pushing her breast against his mouth again. “Bite me, bite me hard,” she demanded.

She sensed his growing lust as he bit down on her nipple, his hand jamming into her. He pushed her away then and took a step back from her. He pulled his cock from his jeans and stood stroking it as he ired Sarah’s naked breasts. He moved forward and pushed her onto the dumpster, eagerly spreading her legs. Sarah felt the cold metal against her skin, felt her hunger rise.

Then he hit her, a resounding closed fist to the face. Before the change, it would have knocked her senseless, but not now. Still, she gasped in surprise as he moved forward, savagely pushing her legs wide. She struggled to regain her thoughts as he roughly thrust his cock deep into her, hitting her a second time with his closed fist.

“You’re too easy slut,” he growled as he began fucking her. She tasted her blood

on her lips, and felt the sudden change as her body became that of a predator. The shark-like membranes slid over her eyes, enhancing her eyesight and protecting them from the splash of hot blood. The alleyway looked as bright as day, all shadows erased. The sudden, sensual stab of pain in her mouth as her canines descended told her she was ready. She sensed Sarine nearby, felt her lover’s anxiety and desire. Sarah arched her back as the brute fucked her, wrapping one long leg around his legs, bracing herself with the other. She draped her hands over his shoulders, caressing his neck.

“Hit me again,” she commanded. “What the fuck?” he replied. He felt his anger rising. The bitch was meant to whimper, to beg him to stop, not ask for more. He’d show her who was boss he thought as he reached his arm back, preparing for another blow. But before he could strike, Sarah threw her head back, mouth opening, fangs gleaming in the moonlight. He started, shocked at the sight of her strange, milky eyes, the evil-looking fangs. What the fuck, he thought again as Sarah lunged. She saw the surprise in his eyes, sensed his immediate shock and fear as she locked her hands behind his head and pulled him toward her hungry mouth. He fell heavily on top of her as her fangs bit deeply into his neck. The pain made him jerk violently, desperate to pull away, but she was too strong, her power coming to its fullest as she bit into him. His blood was thick and hot, but sour, tainted by his evil. It surged into her mouth as she hungrily fed from him. Her fangs were deep in his throbbing jugular. She felt the blood coursing through them directly into her own bloodstream, the excess filling her mouth and spilling down her throat. It was intensely erotic and savage all at once. She fucked against him now, feeling him rigid with shock as she fed from him. She pushed her cunt against his cock as she drained his life. His blood spilled from her mouth, running down her neck and between her breasts. He struggled and whimpered, and for just a moment she felt regret. She pulled her mouth away, his weight heavy upon her. His head lolled as he tried to stay standing.

She gripped his hair, twisted his head and bit down savagely into the other side of his neck. He twitched, body jerking in surprise, his cock slipping from her as she angrily ripped into his flesh, his blood gushing into her mouth, splashing against her face. She held him tightly as she drank the last of his blood. She felt his heart slowing, heavy thuds that became fainter, further between. And then,

with barely a sigh, she felt it stop. His body lay heavily upon her. She drank the last of his blood, feeling the power of it change her, confirm her transition into vampire … to immortality. Impossible light and energy flowed through her as the last traces of her own death were washed away by his sour essence. An impossible rush of joy and awareness surged within her, shaking her very core as her body rejoiced in this unexpected new life force.

She withdrew her teeth, pushing the brute’s heavy weight aside, watching disionately as his lifeless body slumped to the ground beside the dumpster. She stood drenched in his blood, naked breasts coated in red, her inner thighs dripping with her nectar. She had almost cum, so powerful was the pleasure that had surged through her in the last moments of her transformation. Sarine was there then, holding her as Sarah recovered. The pretty blonde’s body shook as the ancient bloodline was fulfilled, driving out the last of her humanity and replacing it with a secret new life force.

“I did it,” Sarah whispered. “I killed him. I hated him and strangely loved him all at the same time,” she murmured, as if in shock. Sarine held her tight, kissing her softly, tasting his blood on her lips. She saw the heavy bruises he had caused her already fading as his blood completed her transformation.

“Come on, we should go,” she said as she helped Sarah adjust her dress. She took the man’s wallet, pulled a small, sharp knife from her purse. She cut his throat then, from ear to ear, and then once more, a savage gash to camouflage the bite marks. She deftly hefted his body and dropped it inside the dumpster. Sarah watched disionately as she cleaned the blood from her face and neck. Thank God for Baby Wipes she thought as she pushed the bloodied bundle of towels into her handbag. They stepped from the alley and walked quickly in the opposite direction to the club.

Chapter 4

The Dark Man Rises They didn’t see the dark shape materialize from the doorway at the end of the alleyway. The man peered into the dumpster, smiled at the bloodied body lying within. He began to laugh, head thrown back in twisted delight. The moon reflected off his impossibly white skin as he slipped silently into the street. He walked past the doormen and small crowd at the club’s entrance.

“I just killed some dumb fuck back there,” he whispered into the startled doorman’s ear. “You might need a bucket and hose, he was a bleeder …” He laughed again, in true good humor as he walked away, the doorman and wannabe club patrons moving nervously away from this oddly malevolent man.

He was far up the street, hidden in shadows when the shouts began, the doorman having discovered the broken body of the hapless patron. By the time the sirens started, the Dark Man was far away, high above the city streets as he followed the cab.

Sarah and Sarine spent the ride home in silence, snuggled together on the back seat, thick coats hiding the blood that had stained Sarah’s dress. She hated the man’s death, despite his evil, but she also reveled in the power of her rebirth. She felt her changed body, aches and old pains gone as she became forever young. Each sensation was heightened, her body a newly fine-tuned machine throbbing with power and energy. Each movement was a sinuous dance as every cell worked in perfect harmony. She was almost overwhelmed by the new sensations. She felt alive in a way she could never have imagined.

When they reached the door of the apartment building Sarine moved to open the

lock, then stopped, pushing the key into Sarah’s hand. She took it, sliding it expertly into the old lock, twisting it open easily and smiling. Sarine laughed and they slipped into the building. By the time the elevator opened at their floor, Sarine and Sarah were locked in a savagely ionate embrace, mouths working hungrily, hands grasping and clutching. Sarine pushed Sarah hard against the door to Sarah’s apartment, deftly opening the lock. They fell together into the hall, mouths locked in ion.

Pushing Sarah against the wall, Sarine gripped the front of her blood stained dress and ripped it roughly, tearing the material from her body in one quick motion. Sarah gasped as the cold air of the apartment brushed against her sensitive bare skin, small goose bumps erupting, her nipples straining. Sarine kissed her neck and shoulders, one hand squeezing her breast and twisting at the aching bud of her nipple. Sarah’s body was afire in ion, a sexual frenzy so strong it threatened to engulf her. She felt the blood coursing through each vein, sensed the rich blood beneath Sarine’s brown skin, a glowing network of life flooding throughout her, singing in tune to Sarah’s own primal rush.

Sarine’s mouth clamped around Sarah’s nipple, wet, hungry, the tongue flicking the tip and sending a thrill through Sarah’s core. She felt her pussy flood as her blood spread the sensation to every cell, excruciating ecstasy in every part of her being. Sarine dropped to her knees now, pushing Sarah hard against the wall as she clamped her hot mouth over Sarah’s wet pussy. Sarah’s body rose against the wall, her legs wrapping around Sarine’s shoulders as the beautiful brunette drove her tongue deep inside her. Her strength was incredible as she held Sarah aloft, broad shoulders beneath hard thighs, lips and tongue a perfect unison of pleasure, delving first into her pussy, and then further down, lapping at the opening to her tight ass. She groaned and bucked, hands pushing against the cornice just below the ceiling as Sarine rose to her feet, lifting Sarah completely off the ground.

Sarah’s orgasm exploded in short, savage waves of unbearable pleasure. She screamed, a primal cry of joy as her pussy flooded, sharp, tangy white fluid

flowing into Sarine’s willing mouth. Her hands gripped Sarine’s hair as her body convulsed, thighs clamped tightly around her lover’s head. Sarah waited for the waves to subside, but was surprised when instead of slowing, the ion built. Her cunt was a swirl of ecstasy as Sarine lowered her to the floor, a small smile of understanding on her face. She sat back watching her blonde lover experiencing her first vampire orgasm, knowing the feeling as if it was she herself awash with the unbelievable sensations.

Sarah lunged then, incredible strength grabbing Sarine in her arms and lifting her against the opposite wall of the hallway. Her mouth clamped onto her lover’s as Sarine wrapped her long legs around her waist. Sarah carried her easily that way, through the apartment and into the lounge … to the sofa where it had all started so long ago. She collapsed Sarine to the lounge, lying heavily on top of her as they kissed. She smelt her blood, felt its heat coursing just below the soft skin. “I love you,” she whispered as she kissed her way down Sarine’s body, kissing the nipples, the soft swell of her breasts, the small freckle below the right one and down further still across the flat stomach. She paused briefly, breathing in the heady scent of Sarine’s open cunt, lips poised just above the fleshy red bud of her clit.

Sarine shuddered in expectation as Sarah’s hot breath brushed against her wet pussy. She looked down and ired the lines of her lover’s neck and shoulders. Watched the almost trance-like motion of Sarah’s head as she moved in unity with the torrent of orgasmic pleasure she knew still coursed through the blonde’s beautiful body. Sarah’s eyes were closed as she slowly moved her mouth forwards, soft lips kissing gently against Sarine’s wet clit, nose nuzzling the black hair. She heard Sarah’s intake of breath as she licked her tongue against her clit. The wet touch sent a shiver of pleasure through Sarine, and she instinctively wrapped her hand in the thick blonde locks of hair, spreading her legs wide on the couch and pulling the pretty face hard against her pussy.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” she sighed as Sarah began gently lapping from her clit, down deep into her hole and lower still, to tease the bud of her anus. Sarah

moaned, the vibration sending thrills through Sarine’s cunt. “Fuck me, yes,” she sighed as an incredible pleasure began to build.

Sarah’s hands pushed her thighs open wider still, her fingers gripping Sarine’s cunt lips and pulling them apart. She shoved her tongue deep into the opening before her, desperate to delve as deep as she could. Sarine moaned, hand pulling Sarah’’s face hard into her, other hand clutching at her nipples, twisting them as she threw her head side to side. She fucked against Sarah’s face, breath coming in short sharp gasps. Her pussy juice shone on the pretty blonde’s mouth and chin as they fucked and now she dragged at the blonde hair, pulling Sarah away and upwards. Their mouths locked as their breasts mashed together, hard nipples pushing deep into firm flesh. Sarine tasted her pussy on Sarah’s mouth as they moaned together. Sarah’s fingers pushed deep into her cunt, shoving roughly as she fingered her lover again and again. She twisted her hand, Sarine’s gasp of surprise telling her she had found the g-spot, which she pressed firmly, barely moving her finger as she kissed Sarine’s open mouth.

The brunette clutched Sarah’s neck and shoulders, mouth pressed hungrily against mouth as she came in long waves that wracked her entire body. A thick squirt of cum flew from her pussy, coating her lover’s hand and the lounge as her orgasm spasmed through her every cell. She moaned into Sarah’s mouth as the waves changed from excruciating to simply intense.

Sensing the change, Sarah moved her hand away, positioning her body so that she could press her own throbbing cunt against Sarine’s aching pussy. Straddling her lover, she pushed her pussy forward, feeling the heat and wetness of Sarine as slowly they fucked each other once more, breasts again crushed together, mouths locked as they rocked their orgasms into new heights. For long minutes they kissed and fucked, the lounge a mess of spilled nectar, bodies a sheen of perspiration as they moved first slowly, then more feverishly. Finally, with Sarine lying half off the lounge, Sarah fucking her cunt down hard against Sarine’s as she braced herself on the floor, their orgasms exploded in unison. They screamed then, shuddering together as their vampire ion drove them

into animal desire, fangs descending and mouths biting into the other’s neck. Blood and cum rushed through them in a perfect cycle of ecstasy as they came, over and over.

They collapsed then, legs across the other’s as they gasped for breath, breasts heaving, covered in blood, thighs covered in cum as their ion subsided. Sarine stroked a stray hair from Sarah’s face and smiled at her spent lover. Sarah smiled back, one hand feeling the already heeling bite marks on her neck.

“I don’t know about you,” she whispered. “But I’m ready to go again …”

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Outside, the dark man chuckled once more as he squatted silently on the window ledge. He felt Sarine’s ion ebbing as she fell into a deep sleep. Oh my dear, sweet Sarine … I’m going to have such fun with you, he laughed at loud. Such devilishly good fun with you …