it to happen again. Turning to her victim, the vampire smiled a toothy grin as her fingers slowly ran over her prey’s soft flesh.
When she gazed into Octavia’s dark brown eyes, she noticed the mortal’s pupils dilate, her lips parted as her hands
instinctively reached around the vampire’s back. With a smile, the tall un-dead leaned down and claimed her victim’s warm
lips as her own. While her tongue explored her prey’s mouth, her frigid touch sensuously moved down the black woman’s
body. Fingers that were cold and pale roamed down her hips until she found the slit in the silky fabric. The instant she
touched the mortal’s thigh, the woman inhaled deeply as if she knew what was to come.
“Slowly, slowly,” Valerie kept repeating to herself as she laid tender kisses over her prey’s face and down her neck. As her
fingers made their way up the side of Octavia’s legs, the vampire’s lips left slow, deliberate kisses over warm flesh. Just as
her exploring fingers moved between the mortal’s legs, the vampire’s lips slipped further down until she found the hidden
treasure. In a casual move, Valerie brushed aside the red fabric that hid the black woman’s luscious breast.
“Oh!” the mortal gasped as Valerie latched onto a round, brown orb. While her fingers found their way between her victim’s
legs, her mouth began to suckle. At first the vampire was gentle. Her tongue swirled around the erect nipple as the palm of
her hand pushed aside the lacy panties and stroked along the mortal’s vulva. The victim’s excited moisture covered the hunter’
s digits. Her increased movement was matched by her frantic suckling. Once or twice, the vampire nipped hard to let the
mortal know her intentions. Each time, the black woman groaned as her pelvis pushed against the vampire’s touch.
Valerie was an adapt hunter. In the beginning of her immortal existence, the vampire had felled her kill with the brutal force
that was at her command. Over time, she learned the many ways of stalking her prey and seduction was her preferred
method. Each time she took a mortal, she thrived on their fiery human emotions. There was a fine line between pleasure and
pain and Valerie strived to keep her victims on the cusp of both in order to be fulfilled.
The vampire kept this in mind as she released a toothy smile and reached out the tendrils of her mind. Fear was always the
first barrier that she encountered. Fear of the unknown - fear of death. Her prey never knew what the vampire’s intentions
would be. Death for the mortal would be very easy, yet it would not be fulfilling for Valerie. Instead, she would play with her
victim. She would torment and tease until it was the mortal who begged for release. As she delved deeper, she felt the
intoxication that always befell her prey.
With an inward sigh, Valerie smiled as she pulled away from the African American. This woman was proud and strong.
Under normal circumstances she would not go out without a fight. But this was not normal. Using her vampire powers, the
immortal looked down upon the helpless victim. Like child’s play, she reached out and coaxed the mortal into her world.
When she felt the barriers finally dropping, the vampire wrapped the woman’s mind in the warmth of her dark powers.
Although she might have been slow in the beginning, the vampire saw no need to hasten her actions. Without preamble,
Valerie dropped to her knees before the captive. When she looked up and saw the thinly veiled fear in the dark gaze, an
inward smile crossed her features before she reached below Octavia’s dress and pulled her silky panties down. As if
knowing what was to come next, the black woman closed her eyes as she leaned back against the wall. She seemed to brace
herself as the vampire moved between her legs.
Valerie loved this part. While she craved the taste of mortal blood, she could not deny to herself that some habits die hard.
For her, this was it. She loved the taste of a woman on her lips. To feel the liquid evidence of their pleasure spurred the
vampire’s lustful desires. The moment the tip of her tongue first brushed against the womanly flesh, when she inhaled the
musky aroma and felt the tickle of pubic hair against her nose, Valerie’s needs increased. Like an aphrodisiac, she leaned in
and greedily lapped up the sweet nectar.
In the back of her mind the vampire heard the loud music blaring in the night club. She could feel the pounding of the dancer’s
feet against the floor. Their soft, silent thoughts soared around her, yet she paid them no heed. They were like invisible
players in this game. Like props on a stage, they enhanced the encounter with the mortal and made it real. Attuned to Valerie’
s thoughts, Octavia groaned audibly, yet her pleasure was drowned out by the sounds around them.
The vampire wasted little time in her assault. With years of experience, she lapped out and licked the folds of this woman.
Her tongue encircled the warm, humanly flesh. With each press of her tongue, Octavia cried out and wiggled against her
raging tongue. Enticing fingers moved between the silky folds to become buried in warm moisture. As the vampire’s tongue
worked its magic, her deathly cold fingers glided upward, tickling and stroking the mortal’s inner walls.
Octavia was unlike any woman she had ever encountered before. Her lustful desires matched the vampire’s. When she
grabbed Valerie’s dark hair and held her tightly, the vampire released a slight smile before diving in to the delights of this living
body. The wetness, the scent and the sounds from the black woman spurred the vampire’s actions. With a single intent in
mind, she drank of her prey’s offering.
The immortal felt the beat of Octavia’s desire crescendo higher and higher toward the brink of ecstasy. But before the prey
could find her blessed release, the vampire pulled away. The dismay registered for only a moment before Valerie stood
before the smaller woman. Her gaze bore into her victim even as her fingers continued their movements. With an almost
animal grunt, the black woman pulled at the vampire’s shoulders. Void of any words, she begged and demanded release.
Valerie could not have asked for anything more. The total subjugation of her victim spurred the vampire’s lustful needs.
When she heard her captive begging for release and felt the desires well up, the dark creature smiled as she felt the full power
of her vampire senses coming to the fore. Whatever beauty the immortal may have shown suddenly metamorphosed into a
creature of the night.
Now!” she heard her victim’s unspoken plea. As the black woman tilted her head in invitation, her legs parted further even as
her hips were swaying to the rhythm of the vampire’s thrusting fingers.
With an animal growl, Valerie hissed as she bared her teeth. Like a creature only intent on the hunt, she opened her mind fully
to control her victim’s pain. When she felt her sharp canine teeth latching on to the familiar spot, the sound of a painful hiss
registered in her brain before the exquisite pleasure filled both souls.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The pounding of the music was in synch with the pounding of the mortal’s heart. With
each thump, a gush of blood rushed past Valerie’s lips. Even as she drank of the sweet blood, the vampire’s fingers never
stopped thrusting into her victim’s warm, slick folds. The combination of the friction and the merging of the minds sent the
mortal through a spiral of ecstasy. As if no one was near, the beautiful black woman cried out her blessed release. Her body,
once rebellious, and then demanding, grew slack with satiation.
Valerie released a pleased smile as she licked the open wounds of her prey, and then pulled away from the mortal. In a gentle
manner, she lowered the woman to a nearby chair as she held her close. A part of the vampire wanted to hold this woman
close. She contemplated taking her as her own, but then realized that this was not the way – it was not her way. Vampires
by their very nature were soulless creatures damned to live in exile forever alone. Valerie was no different.
Before Octavia could even utter a word, Valerie pulled away. She began to withdraw from her prey as quickly as she had
entered her life. Like an elusive star that passes in the night, she began to make her way through the throng. The music never
stopped, the bodies never ceased their rhythmic movements. The lights that illuminated the crowded floor like neon lighting
bolts continued to flash over the dancers’ heads. Just like before, the throng slowly parted as the vampire made her way from
the night club.
When the tall vampire moved from the noisy club into the dusky night, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her vampire
senses caught the scent of the mortals nearby. Their enticing aroma called to her like beacons in the night. But Valerie was
sated – at least for now. She drank of mortal blood and her hunger was abated. Now, she had a hunger of another kind.
As the wind brushed past her, Valerie felt the cloth of her dress fluttering against her shapely legs. Her heels made a slight
clicking against the cold cement. With a rueful grin she took a few steps in preparations of her transformation. Just as she had
done when she arrived, she would become a creature of flight to soar back to her lair. Before she could take the needed
steps, the metal sound of the night club door slammed, breaking into her concentration.
“Oh, I know you don’t intend to just soar away and leave me hanging!” Octavia’s voice shouted.
It was over. The fantasy had ended. Whatever game that Valerie was playing had come to a screeching halt.
“Honey, you’re not supposed to do this!” the vampire could not hide her exasperation.
“Don’t you honey me!” the black woman moved forward with menacing steps. Her eyes were filled with a fiery anger as she
stood before the tall vampire, “You were just going to leave me like that, weren’t you?”
Valerie released a deep sigh as she turned away and shook her head in defeat.
“Octavia, baby, honey, you know how the fantasy goes,” she pleaded as she turned to the mortal. “I go into the night club,
find my virgin and take her innocence,” Valerie begged for understanding.
The African American woman stood before her. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she cast a look of disbelief at the
vampire. A thin veil masked Octavia’s anger.
“And just how, Ms-Creature-of-the-Night, am I supposed to get home? Fly there?” she snapped her fingers for emphasis.
“What about your friends?” Valerie asked as she pointed to the dance club.
“Well, they might have taken me home,” the mortal stated with a know it all tone as she stepped closer to Valerie. “If Ms-
Vampire hadn’t put her mojo on them and made them forget that I was with them! Those bitches already left!” the mortal’s
voice rose in pitch.
“B-But…I-I…” if Valerie had any mortal blood left, her face would have turned flushed with embarrassment. “Awe, honey, I’
m sorry,” she apologized to her lover as she wrapped an arm around the woman’s shoulder.
The mortal looked up at her. Dark brown human eyes examined the vampire closely and then, as if sensing the immortal’s
sincerity, the black woman smiled as she released a sigh. Octavia leaned into Valerie’s embrace as they began to walk down
the street.
“Alright, I guess I can forgive you. But next time, do you have to make my friends completely forget about me?” she asked
with an expression of bewilderment.
Valerie chuckled softly as she laid a kiss against her lover’s temple. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll remember to give better
instructions next time.”
“Good, because if I had to figure out a way to get home, then I’d be….” Octavia stopped in mid-sentence and looked up and
down the street. Her brows creased into a frown as she looked up at Valerie. “Where is the car? Don’t tell me you didn’t
bring the car?” she asked with an incredulous expression.
Valerie looked away, her expression saying what she could not vocalize.
“I do not believe this!” Octavia pulled away from her as a look of anger returned to her eyes.
“Honey, you know to make the fantasy real…” Valerie began to say, but was cut off in mid-sentence by Octavia’s raised
hand.
