The local night club was, as usual, packed with several dozen young party goers and glamor girls just enjoying the night life with the art of dance or drink. Either choice was a constant at these type of joints. At times though, the loud booming bass and clinks of martini glasses can zone someone out of there mind.
Such a victim of this drone was Lucinda, a rather drab and dark looking girl who was at the moment sitting on one of the several bar stools in the club. She had her eyes on a rather handsome martini mixer making all kinds of different maneuvers and tricks to really 'shake up' the martini mix. He was graced with luscious locks of blonde hair, blue eyes shining underneath the golden veil.
As the mixer finished his concoction, Lucinda spoke to him with a smile.
“You're really good at that...I wonder if those hands of yours are good at anything else, hmm?”
The mixer looked in Lucinda's direction with a look of hubris, a glint of lust in his eyes.
“Oh, well, you know. I get lots of practice...” He let the sentence drag off, hoping to let Lucinda know he was getting the right idea.
Lucinda leaned in a bit to let the mixer get a good view of her decent cleavage, an average C cup. She trusted in her black lacy push up bra to enhance her bust even more to her advantage. The mixer almost instantly glanced down at her breasts, eyes widening a little bit.
“My name is Lucinda,” stated the goth, wanting to get back the mixer's attention, “Whats yours?”
From the look on the mixer's face, he was obviously having trouble getting his attention back enough to answer Lucinda's question. “Uhhh.... Oh! Um, heh, my name is Marcus, Marcus Walberg.”
Marcus extended a hand to Lucinda, and she accepted it by placing his hand on her cheek.
“Ohh, your hand is so warm, Marcus...” She gave a fake sigh of contentedness. Marcus just let Lucinda rub his hand, swallowing as she did so.
“Hey...uh...If you want, we could, ya know, ditch this place. I can easily get someone else to take the rest of my shift.”
Lucinda could practically smell the lust on Marcus's heavy breathing. “Are all mortals so easy to seduce these days?” thought Lucinda.
Still, she grasped Marcus's upper arm, softly rubbing back and forth on his goose-bump covered skin.
“Oh Marcus, you dog! We've barely talked for ten minutes and you want to sleep with me?” said Lucinda with a mock expression of shock.
“Uh, well, yeah! I mean, isn't that-” Marcus was interrupted by Lucinda's finger covering his mouth in a flash. “Why didn't you ask sooner...?”
Marcus nearly melted right there as Lucinda softly spoke those words into his ear. His skin was tingling. He could hardly believe that this was happening!
“Then...lets go. Lets go right now.” said Marcus in a hasty whisper. Lucinda smiled as they parted and exited the club and went out into streets of night.
“Hes as excited as I am...” thought Lucinda with a smirk.
***
With a rush, Lucinda and Marcus tumbled throughout the latter's apartment, each of them reaching for buttons or undoing belts of there clothes. The order does not matter, as they all found a place upon the cold hardwood floor, discarded and tangled.
The same could be said for the two lovers, who had descended upon Marcus's mattress, their bodies tangled together as Marcus moved his hands over Lucinda's sleek, pale body. They continued to move in a ever changing pattern of hot, passionate love.
“Its a shame I'm hungry tonight. This mortal is a good lover...”.
***
Morning came, and with it Marcus rising clad only in red boxers and a look of success on his smug face. He meandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out an unopened carton of 2% milk. He took a deep swig of the white liquid, letting a bit dribble over his lip.
Just then, Lucinda came from behind him and stopped the milk drop from falling to the floor. She brought her finger to her lips and licked the milk from it, eyes staring right into Marcus's.
“Morning babe. Ya hungry? I can cook up some sausage for ya, if you get my meaning? Heh heh...” said Marcus in a perverted manor.
“Oh yes. I'm.....very hungry....” said Lucinda as she crept up behind Marcus and wrapped her left arm around his chiseled stomach, her right being placed on his shoulder.
Marcus cooed in arousal, the touch unknowingly dulling his senses. Lucinda's hand brought itself over Marcus's open mouth, causing a muffled response of confusion from him.
He didn't get a chance to finish though, as Lucinda plunged two large fags into his vein riddled neck, letting loose a torrent of red hot blood. Marcus's eyes widened with fear, and he tried desperately to cry for help, but he could not, as Lucinda's grasp was much too strong.
Lucinda drank greedily, rivulets of blood flowing over her crimson lips. Marcus's leg muscles gave out suddenly, but Lucinda predicted this. She quickly knelt the now limp body of Marcus onto the kitchen floor, wasted blood dripping onto said floor.
She quickly planted her lips onto the bite wounds once more, this time not stopping for anything. If someone were observing this event, they would see that Marcus's body was slowly turning into a husk of bones and skin and decayed organs. All Lucinda was after was his crimson juices, his life blood.
For Lucinda is a vampiress, an ancient hunter of the night. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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