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Ina had it down to a science.
She starts the night in a bar, a lounge, or wandering the city park, dressed in something pretty and virgin-white. She spots her target from a distance, finds a comfortable spot, pulls out her notebook, and starts sketching them. They eventually notice and approach, curious. Ina plays flustered, the shy artist, disarming them further. Oh, this girl couldn’t be a threat, look how petite she is, how friendly, how innocent. Friendly chatter gives way to tasteful flirtation. Gosh, your hands are so warm, feel how cold mine are.
Eventually they go back to her apartment, or, if she was in a hurry, some dark alley or park corner. If she was desperate, the bar bathroom. Ina waits patiently for the right moment, playing along as her prey thinks they are seducing her. Sometimes they get quite far — sometimes they make love — but that’s all just foreplay now. After the Change, there is no more carnal desire, no more physical attraction, no more lust. There is only the Hunger, and sex is just another stepping stone towards sating it.
Within seconds of the bite, her prey passes out. Ina takes what she needs (she isn’t cruel enough to drain them dry). In the morning, they wake up on a park bench, lighter by half a litre, with hazy memories of the night before, and they woozily wander home.
Sometimes they remember enough to track Ina down, half-misremembering a fun night together, and ask to meet up again. She always ignores them. Ina prefers fresh blood. She prefers the hunt.
Then came Kiara.
The redhead locked eyes with Ina from across the bar.
She sauntered over, dressed in a devastatingly low-cut black dress, her hair done up, her neck and shoulders entirely on display, accentuated by a non-silvered necklace. Ina remained in place. Sometimes you don’t have to work for it. Sometimes your prey comes to you.
Eyes all over the bar turned to watch the redhead as she passed. She was gorgeous, Ina observed coolly. That didn’t really matter in the end — everyone more or less tastes the same — but it did make her a more impressive prize.
“Kiara,” the redhead said as introduction, sliding into the booth facing her. She offered up a hand.
"Ina.” She took Kiara’s hand, raised it lightly to her lips, ghosted a kiss onto the wrist.
“I’m surprised, Ina.” Kiara rested her chin on her palm, lips grazing where Ina had kissed. “I come in here sometimes. Usually by this time of night you’re already walking out the door, a gorgeous girl on your arm.”
“Guilty as charged. But the night’s still young. I’m in no hurry.” That was a lie. She hadn’t fed in three nights. The Hunger was burning a hole inside her.
Kiara smirked. “It’s always a different girl.”
Ina shrugged. “I’m an artist. I like to work with a variety of subjects.”
“An artist?” Kiara was intrigued by that. She inched closer. “What do you paint?”
Ina was about to give the usual, corny answer — Beauty — but something about Kiara led her to say something more honest. “Innocence. The fleeting nature of it.”
Kiara brushed her hair away from her neck. She inched closer again. “And after you paint these girls, do you do anything else with them?”
Ina put a hand on Kiara’s knee and gave a sweet, fang-concealing smile. “Always.”
Kiara leaned in, her hands clasped together, her arms pushing her cleavage forward. Her soft, succulent skin filled Ina’s vision. “Well,” she whispered, “I’ve always wanted to be a model.”
This was too easy. Was it a trick? A bloodpot, a trap set up by some other vampire, looking to move in on Ina’s territory?
It was hard to care. Kiara’s flesh was supple and her cheeks were flushed, and she was looking at Ina like she was daring her to dive in.
Ina brushed a strand of fiery orange hair out of Kiara’s face. She let her fingers linger there, finding one of Kiara’s earrings, playing with it.
“I’m very particular with my subjects. I like to learn a bit about them before I paint them.”
“Ask away. I’m an open book. Here—” Kiara slipped out of her side of the booth, came around and joined Ina’s side, sliding in next to her, until they were rubbing shoulders, their bare legs brushing together — “let me give you a better look.”
They talked for a bit. Ina pulled the usual moves, but they were hardly necessary. Kiara was practically in her lap. Ina had her hands on her hips. Kiara’s chest — her shoulders — her neck was eye-level. Inches away.
It felt good to hold her. She was hot to the touch, not just warm like a typical daywalker, but hot. Something about her reminded Ina of how sunlight used to feel.
She also smelled incredible. Ina wondered how she’d taste.
She can’t be a trap. She’s too perfect. Vampiric ploys are more subtle than this. The Hunger burned brighter inside of her.
Play it safe. Don’t take her home. Have her here and now, quickly.
“I know,” Ina said, grazing her teeth on Kiara’s shoulder, “The mirror in the bathroom is huge. I’ll be able to get a proper view in there.”
A minute later, they were in the bathroom, empty except for them. Ina locked the door. Kiara was leaning against the counter, staring, her bare legs swinging, her cherry lips puckered, her eyes burning up with desire.
“Like what you see?” She asked.
Ina closed the gap in an instant, grabbing Kiara by the front of her dress and pulling her into a vicious kiss. Kiara matched her intensity, keening in satisfaction as her lipstick smeared, as their lips crashed together again and again.
In the fervor, her fangs slipped out, toying with Kiara’s bottom lip. She needed a taste.
A small nip wouldn’t even be noticed if you played it right, if you drowned the pain out with pleasure, and Ina knew how to please. Even if there was nothing left in it for her, she still enjoyed dispensing it. It was another form of control. Another medium of art. Her prey’s body was her canvas, and she painted with pleasure.
But not tonight. The Hunger was too sharp for her to manage subtlety. She sunk her fangs into Kiara’s lip and bit with full force.
Kiara didn’t shout in pain, or whimper in fear. She moaned, rolling her body against Ina. Her nails clawed at Ina’s back.
“Fuck yes,” Kiara whispered. “Take it.”
Take it?
Ina didn’t have a chance to wonder at that, because she was getting a taste of Kiara’s blood for the first time, and it was like she had swallowed a bolt of lightning.
All humans tasted the same, more or less. There were subtle differences, sure, but not the kind you’d even notice when the Hunger had you. Kiara was something else entirely. She tasted like being on fire, without the pain. Like stepping outside into a scorching summer day after being asleep in a cool place for twelve hours. Sugar rush times a thousand. The world suddenly seemed a little more vibrant.
It was a small bite, but her blood was gushing out. Ina lapped and licked and sucked on her lip, refusing to spill a drop.
Kiara raised herself up onto the bathroom counter, still making sweet and sexy sounds. She grabbed Ina’s head and pulled it downward. Ina trailed wet kisses down to Kiara’s neck. She opened wide and sunk her fangs in. She had to fight a sudden instinct not to tear flesh out of her neck. Vampirism is an endless battle to lose one’s self, a tug-of-war with the inner beast, and Ina had not been so close to the edge in years.
She drank deep. Kiara keened, whimpering wordless pleasure, wrapping her legs around Ina, holding tightly to her. She was not passing out. Her lip was still bleeding profusely, dripping down onto Ina’s face.
Kiara’s hands wandered randomly over Ina’s body. They slid along her arms, her bare shoulders, digging under the white straps of her dress, sending tingles down Ina’s spine…
Ina realized all at once that she didn’t just want to drink Kiara’s blood. She wanted to fuck her.
That wasn’t possible.
Ina pulled herself away, falling down to the cool bathroom floor. She looked up at Kiara, her mouth dripping with blood, baffled but still licking her lips.
Kiara’s lips and neck still both bled steadily. Ina had drank enough to slightly dull the Hunger. Yet Kiara had not turned one shade paler.
“What are you?” Ina asked, bewildered.
Kiara crossed her arms. “That’s it? Had your fill already?”
“Not even close.” Ina stumbled to one of the sinks, splashing cold water on her face. She wanted answers, even more so than she wanted to sink her teeth in again.
“Good.” Kiara turned left and right, like she was modelling. “I’m sun-kissed.”
Ina knew that term. Pieces fell into place. “You’re a phoenix. That’s why you taste like the sun.”
Kiara smirked and nodded. “And you’re a vampire. We’re like day and night. Symbiotic.”
“Clearly, I’m not your first.” Ina found herself staring at the ruby-red slipping down Kiara’s neck, over her collarbone to her chest… “I have more questions.”
“Shoot.”
“Why do you want me to drink your blood? Is it just a turn-on?”
Kiara scoffed. “Look, phoenix blood is overloaded with… I guess you’d call it ‘vitality’. Life-force. That’s how we regenerate, it’s what’s in our blood. We’re producing extra vitality constantly, more than we need to, just in case. When we go a long time without dying, it gets to be too much. Our bodies are like a pressure cooker. It can literally start to burn us from the inside. We have to let off some vitality. Easiest way to do that? Lose some extra blood.”
“So that’s why you bleed like a firehose.” Ina’s nails were dug deep into her own thigh. It was taking everything in her not to jump Kiara. “Why not just give yourself a papercut?”
“This is a little more fun. I didn’t say it wasn’t a turn-on. Speaking of which…” Kiara crossed her arms.
Ina swallowed. It was better not to look at Kiara. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her lust was fully reawakened, and Kiara would be a stunning creature even if she wasn’t dripping with maddeningly good-smelling blood. “That ‘vitality’ you spoke of… does it have any other effects?”
Kiara grinned. “Phoenix blood is an extremely powerful aphrodisiac.”
“But v-vampires…” She was starting to shake.
“Extremely, magically, curse-shatteringly powerful. It’s not permanent. But with how much you drank? I’d say you’ve got an hour or so of… reawakened passion.”
An hour. She hadn’t felt pleasure in sex for decades. Duelling desires were waging a war inside her, but both sides craved Kiara.
One last question. “The-the last vampire you were with, what happened to-”
Kiara pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her full, soft breasts wrapped in a lacy black bra. “Are you gonna keep asking questions, or are you gonna come over here and fuck me?”
Ina pounced, fangs first.
Kiara squealed in delight as Ina attacked her all over, wetting her lips once more at the neck wound, then finding purchase on the other side. She grabbed Kiara’s tits with both hands, revelling in the feeling, in the forgotten pleasure of flesh. She licked all along Kiara’s jaw, bringing her blood-soaked lips up to her mouth, kissing her again, harder and needier. Kiara’s shapely legs pulled her in once more, and Ina let her hands drop down to Kiara’s ass, grabbing and squeezing greedily. Her mouth trailed downward from Kiara’s lips, her fang scoring along the sensitive skin of her neck, to where trails of sparkling blood ran down into the succulent valley of her breasts. She reached down and bit the lacy bra in two, between the cups, shearing it with the edge of her fang. Kiara’s glorious tits were revealed to her.
Ina, drunk as she was on phoenix blood and long-dormant lust, had not forgotten how to please a woman. Even as she buried herself in between Kiara’s tits, licking and sucking and biting, her hands were slipping up that scandalous black dress, feeling the soft interior of Kiara’s thighs, teasing, rubbing. Her fingers found a skimpy piece of fabric that probably passed for underwear, pushed it aside, and met with something wet and soft and warm as heaven.
Ina’s tongue had already tasted every inch of Kiara’s cleavage. A rivulet of blood ran down from Kiara’s neck onto her right breast, beading on top of her nipple. Ina stalked toward it, dragging all four of her fangs along Kiara’s breast, lightly thumbing her clit at the same time, eliciting convulsions from the redhead. Slowly, achingly, her fangs closed in around the breast, then the areola, then the nipple itself, while Ina lapped up the blood, her fingers slipping inside of Kiara with ease. She played with the nipple with her fangs, lightly at first, then sharply, making daring bites while her fingers curled and flexed inside Kiara, hitting every spot of pleasure that Ina knew from years of calculated practice, driven this time by pleasure instead, by her own wetness between her legs, by her need to keep Kiara making those desperate, sweet, buttery sounds of satisfaction.
When it was clear that Kiara was reaching her limits of sensitivity, Ina moved to the other breast, repeating the pattern, though quicker this time, while her fingers explored Kiara, her other hand roaming all over, running over blood-soaked skin, feeling every bite mark, feeling Kiara’s ass, her hips, her thighs, attending to every inch of her perfect, sexy body. Kiara’s hands clung desperately to Ina for stability. Ina’s own dress had slipped off her shoulders, her breasts exposed to the air. Usually she never bothered to get naked herself — what was in it for her? — but now, tonight, it only added to the erotic charge.
Kiara was close. Ina was partly shocked she hadn’t come yet — most girls Ina took home would be at three or four by now — but perhaps phoenixes were built that way.
She was struck by another pang of Hunger — why not? Kiara had blood to spare. Ina pumped her fingers furiously inside the redhead, her other hand flickering expertly across Kiara’s clit. Ina opened wide and sank her teeth deep into Kiara’s left breast, drinking.
She could feel Kiara’s heart pounding through her chest. Some absurd instinct inside her told her to keep biting until she reached it, until she could taste the beating heart of this wonderful creature. That instinct was shredded in an instant as Kiara quivered, clenched, and orgasmed thunderously atop Ina’s fingers. Ina continued to drink, her tongue flicking across the nipple, as Kiara rode out the extended orgasm, back arching, gasping in untold pleasure, biting her own blood-stained lips in disbelief.
Feeling the tension leave Kiara, Ina pulled herself away at last. She reached up to kiss her one more time, slow and sensual this time.
They separated, eyes still locked on each other, both panting. They kissed again. They separated again, still staring deep into each others eyes.
There was a loud knock on the bathroom door.
“Ina, someone said you came in here twenty minutes ago with another girl,” a voice called. “You better not be making a mess in there.”
“Shit. The bar owner,” Ina said. She looked to Kiara. “She’s an old friend.”
Ina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around, surveying the damage.
Ina was covered in Kiara’s blood. The bathroom counter was covered in Kiara’s blood. The floor was covered with Kiara’s blood. Kiara was covered in her own blood, though most of the bite wounds seemed to have closed already, healing to the point there was just a tiny bruise. Ina’s hand was soaked with a different substance.
“Sorry, Bae,” Ina called back. “I’ll clean it up, eventually.”
Bae walked away muttering. “Unbelievable… the nerve of this girl… I let you cruise in my bar…”
Kiara stood, checking their reflections — well, her reflection — in the blood-spattered mirror, giggling. “Very artistic.” She looked at Ina’s hand. “Sorry. It’s been way too long.”
“How long?” Ina asked.
“Two days. That’s what happened to my last vampire, by the way. Thought I was too needy. That’s what she said, at least. I think she just couldn’t keep up.”
Two days. “You need to do this… every two days?”
“Every day, ideally. Preferably.” Kiara winked. Ina was no longer sure if they were talking about feeding or sex.
Kiara looked around. “So… you said you’re gonna clean this up?”
“Sure. Later. At the end of the night. No point in cleaning while we’re still making a mess.”
Kiara raised an eyebrow. “Still hungry?”
“No, I’m alright, for now.” She hopped onto the counter, taking Kiara’s place. “I had something else in mind.”
Kiara grinned. “Ooooh.” She leaned forward, resting her blood-stained tits on Ina’s knees. She kissed Ina on one thigh, then the other.
Ina shifted her legs, already soaked with need. “No one’s made me come this century. I intend to make up for lost time. If you want me to fuck you tomorrow like I fucked you tonight, I suggest you put those pretty lips to use.”
Kiara looked at her, eyes shining with admiration. “You should see yourself, little white dress painted red, fangs dripping, sitting all poised, saying the dirtiest things. What was it you said? Fleeting innocence? Don’t worry, Ina…” Kiara picked up one of Ina’s fingers, soaked in a mixture of her own blood and orgasm, and sucked it clean. “I brought my appetite.”