A young woman's live changes forever, continued...
Her clothes were torn and stained with blood, she looked rather conspicuous on the street in the early morning so he hurried back to her car, which was parked across the street from the bar. She felt like a different person, looking in the vanity mirror she didn't recognize herself. There was a glow about her skin, and the real difference was the way she felt physically - powerful - intoxicatingly so…and brutally sexual. She reached in the back seat for her gym bag and retrieved a light blue tank top and black shorts to change into, she freshened up her make up and tried her best to tame her hair all the while keeping her prey in her sights. Her dark hair was lightly coated with her own blood but it seemed to brush out easily enough.
She started the car and put it in gear, pulling away from the curb slowly. She followed the young girl from a reasonable distance, reaching down between her legs as she fantasized about ripping the flesh from the girl's round buttocks and tasting her sweet blood.
She'd never been so turned on, she literally wanted to eat this girl alive.
The girl was wearing tight jeans and sneakers, and a thin, white t-shirt containing a pair of wild breasts, too free spirited to be restrained by a bra. She walked into a donut shop and leaned against the counter to place an order as her stalker parked the car and followed her inside. The morning sun was brighter than ever before. She slipped in line behind the girl, cutting in front of two frat boys who were shut down by a wicked sultry glare before they could protest.
"Those things'll kill you," she whispered.
"Oh but what a way to go," the girl replied.
"Tori," she proclaimed, offering her hand.
The girl smiled, a bit wary but took Tori's hand and introduced herself.
"I'm Becka, nice to meet you!"
She ordered a cup of coffee and a dozen assorted and took a seat at a table in the corner. Tori appeared after a few seconds, black coffee in hand.
"Mind if I join you, Becka?"
"Sure," Becka replied. "Not hungry?"
" Oh, I'm hungry, just not for empty calories," Tori smiled.
Becka picked a donut apart nervously and dunked it in her coffee, wondering why this young woman was suddenly so friendly.
Tori didn't have a plan, but sensed the girl was beginning to get nervous. She blurted out the first thing to come to mind.
"I was thinking of catching a movie, maybe making the matinee of that new Johnny Depp flick. You seem cool, how about keeping me company?"
Tori leaned forward and whispered, "Don't wanna be one of those losers who goes to the movies alone, know what I mean?"
Becka snickered, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt kinda weird coming in here alone."
"So how about it?" Tori asked, doing her best to hide her desperate hunger.
"Wanna join me?"
"Sure," Becka said."I love Johnny Depp!"
Tori smiled a sinful, mischievous smile, "Who doesn't?"
"We can take my car, it's right outside."
"Cool," Becka said.
The theater was cool and dark, a vicious migraine was slowly taking hold of Tori's brain the longer she was exposed to sunlight so she sighed with relief as they strolled into the lobby and up to the counter to buy tickets.
"My treat," Tori said.
"Ok, but I'll get the popcorn and soda," Becka replied.
The girls made their purchases and headed down the hallway to the theater. Tori took the time to look over her morsel.
Becka's plump little butt jiggled slightly, the tips of her long blond locks brushed against her ass as she walked and Tori could identify the brand of Becka's shampoo from a couple of feet away, she was so hungry and her tummy rumbled in anticipation.
They walked into the nearly empty theater and Tori whispered in Becka's ear, "I like to sit in the very back, with my back against the wall…do you mind?"
"Not at all," Becka replied as she followed Tori up the steps.
Tori's firm ass cheeks peeked slightly from beneath her tight booty shorts, tensing and bouncing as she climbed the steps. Becka couldn't help but check her out, she told herself it was out of simple admiration, even though she could feel her nipples hardening.
Tori slid into a seat at the back of the theater and Becka settled in beside her. While Becka watched the previews intently, Tori fantasized about sucking the blood from the juicy artery nestled in Becka's inner thigh. She wouldn't be able to wait much longer, the hunger was overwhelming. There were less than a dozen people in the theater and the lights were low. A couple chattered while the previews ran but when it came tome for the feature to begin a hush fell over the small crowd.
Tory looked over at Becka and even in the darkness she could see the artery in her neck pulsating, engorged with thick, hot, luscious blood.
Tori attacked swiftly, her hand clamped over Becka's mouth as her fangs sank into her neck. Popcorn went flying and Becka's soda spilled to the floor as Tori sucked greedily. Becka's eyes were wide but her screams were muffled by Tori's strong hand.
A guy a few rows up turned his head and shushed them.
Tori was sweating and quivering as she drank, her juices were flowing and her nipples were engorged. She'd never been this hot.
Becka passed out and Tori released her vice-like grip on Becka's face and reached for her own aching pussy. She let some of Becka's blood drizzle down in a long stream from her mouth and coat her glistening pussy lips. She massaged her clit with her blood soaked fingers and immediately shuddered under the immense weight of a powerful orgasm. She screamed, "Oh my god, fuck yeah!" and every head turned in her direction.
Horrified, she scrambled out of her seat, flew down the isle and took two stairs at a time as she fled the theater and sprinted through the lobby. She burst through the doors and out into the blinding sun of the parking lot, the photosensitivity was worsening by the minute. She found her car and was speeding away within seconds, peering over her shoulder as she drove home, stricken with paranoia seasoned with a dash of guilt.
It was easier than she thought it would be, sucking the life out of an innocent human being.
But who's to say Becka was dead, how much did it take to kill a person? Or would she suffer the same fate Tori had?
Tori's belly was full and she was content for now. She pulled into her driveway and straight into the garage, closing the heavy door behind her. She sat in the car contemplating what she had just done, and what was done to her the night before. What did all this mean?
She glanced at the clock on her dashboard, 10:30.
She was an hour and a half late for work.
She started laughing, first chuckling to herself in little silly spurts and then she lost control. howling like a madwoman. She thought this might be a good day to call in sick.
She made the call from her cell in her car, coming up with a lame excuse…something about a stomach virus. She then went inside to clean herself up. She stripped and made a mental note to burn her blood-soaked clothing. She turned on the bath and lit a few candles, even the lights in the bathroom were burning her retinas. She put on some soft music and slipped into the warm tub after adding some oil and bubbles. She scrubbed the blood from her face and neck, going over the scene in her mind, Becka's body growing steadily weaker as Tori drain her life force. "Mmmmm," she whispered.
Her memory was vivid, and she once again found herself aroused.
She snatched the shower head from it's cradle and set it to massage, she let the hot water cascade over her legs, moving the stream further and further up her thighs. She let the warm pulses of water assault her clit as her head snapped back. She thought of warm blood, and power, and she screamed in ecstasy.