Chapter 2: Building Tension
Leaving Mark asleep in the bed, she quietly exited the room, closing the door silently behind her. Walking along the corridor, she noticed a small library room nearby. Glancing briefly at the titles adorning the bookshelves, she came across several books discussing mythical creatures and folklore.
Fascination sparked within her, Kate decided to delve deeper into these stories. Picking up a book titled 'Creatures That Bite', she sat down in a comfortable armchair, ready to explore the unknown realm of cryptozoology.
Page after page, Kate read diligently, learning about various mythological entities - werewolves, shapeshifters, faeries, mermaids, and many others. Each creature captivated her imagination, fueling her curiosity.
Unbeknownst to her, each legend had more truth to it than she initially believed. She spent days devouring every word, enveloped in tales of supernatural creatures and their origins. One particular tale stood out – a tale of an ancient race of powerful beings known as Lycans. Legend stated that they possessed unique abilities – the ability to shape shift into wolves, heightened senses, incredible strength and speed. Most importantly, they were highly susceptible to a rare substance called blood diamond.
These mystical gemstones held immense power, granting the bearer vast control over mortals. Blood diamonds required specific circumstances to manifest, including a ritual conducted by skilled sorcerers, followed by a precise sacrifice. Though Kate hadn't discovered much regarding the procedure, what she did understand terrified her deeply. Then Kate found the entry on Vampires.
She couldn't believe what she was reading. It described not just any type of vampire, but one very similar to the man who'd bitten her. This strange individual resembled Luke Evans in nearly every way, even sharing the same name! Could it be a coincidence? No, Kate quickly dismissed such foolish ideas.
Luke had seemed genuine enough, but was he truly human? Were there vampires existing among humans? Why hadn't anyone mentioned these legends before? The questions swirled inside her head faster than she could process them. As Kate researched Vampires she discovered that much of the myths about them weren't real. Vampires could go into the sunlight although their powers would not work in daylight. They could eat food and drink liquids but they still had a thirst for blood which gave them their dark powers. They were immortal though. Only being able to kill them through silver weapons or a stake to the heart. And it appeared that Vampires did have the ability to transform into other forms such as bats or wolves or other such creatures. Had this happened with Luke? What was happening to Kate's own body after the bite?
Was she becoming like Luke? These questions filled her mind as she continued scanning the pages of her newly acquired knowledge. Every few hours, she would stop reading to regurgitate newfound information, trying to make sense of it all. But as reality became stranger by the minute, nothing could prepare her for what she discovered next.
Within the depths of the book, Kate found explicit accounts of vampires feeding on willing participants. These individuals usually offered themselves willingly, either seeking pleasure, admiration, or even a rush of power from their vampire counterparts.
Although horrifying to consider, Kate couldn't help but wonder if this might explain her own transformation. Was Luke somehow responsible for initiating this change within her? If so, then why choose her?
Her thoughts whirred wildly, attempting to piece together the fragments of the puzzle laid out before her. Yet despite her efforts, no coherent pattern emerged. Torn between fascination and apprehension, Kate remained glued to her seat, desperate for further insights. She flipped another page, only to find another disturbing passage.
It claimed that when two vampires mated, their children inherited both vampire and lycan traits—creatures known as shifterlings. Shifterlings lived isolated lives, avoiding exposure to direct sunlight. Unlike traditional vampires, they enjoyed the company of other shifterlings, forming packs bound by loyalty and trust. The more Kate learned, the more perplexed she grew. How could something like this exist without evidence?
Or perhaps it existed right under everyone's noses. Maybe people were just ignorant to the truth. All Kate wanted now was proof, something concrete. Desperately, she turned the pages searching for anything tangible, some sign pointing toward the existence of these extraordinary beings. Little did she realize how close to finding answers she already was.
The moment Luke entered the room, Kate immediately recognized the likeness between him and the descriptions of vampires in the book. While his appearance differed slightly, their striking similarity left little doubt in her mind. Noticing her observation, Luke grinned subtly.
"Well, I can assure you, Miss Thompson," he drawled coyly, "that I am indeed a vampire." With each passing second, Kate struggled to maintain composure. Her initial shock gradually evolved into astonishment, accompanied by increasing disbelief.
"How...how do you know?" she managed to utter, still processing the enormous implications of his confession.
Confused, frightened, and somewhat entranced, Kate attempted to comprehend the revelation. "Is...is this some kind of joke?"
Chuckling softly, Luke shook his head. "No, my dear. I assure you, it isn't." The air around them suddenly felt charged with tension. Almost defiantly, Luke moved forward, stopping mere inches away from Kate.
The heat radiating off his skin sent waves of arousal coursing through her veins. Unable to deny herself, Kate closed the gap between them, allowing her lips to press against his cold ones. As they kissed, the world outside ceased to matter, consumed entirely by the intensity of the connection they shared. Kate eagerly explored Luke's mouth, running her tongue along his teeth. To her surprise, she detected the faint taste of blood upon his breath.
Moving their hands instinctively lower, Kate gripped Luke's firm erection through his jeans.
Encouraged by her boldness, Luke guided her backward onto the couch, relishing in the feel of her curves pressing against him. He began nibbling on her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from Kate. His fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her perfect fake breasts, which he expertly caressed with his rough palms. As his hands roamed her torso, they stopped at her belly button where he playfully circled it with his index finger.
In response, Kate giggled nervously while letting her fingers trace along the lines of his muscular arms. Feeling increasingly daring, she took hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it upwards, finally exposing his sculptured chest covered in fine dark hair. She ran her fingers through its texture, feeling both excitement and fear at what lay beneath.
He reciprocated by unbuttoning her pants, sliding them down past her knees.
Expertly, he positioned himself between her legs, gently parting them wider apart. His hot breath brushed against her sensitive skin, causing a surge of desire to pulse through her entire body. Kate knew she needed to experience everything Luke promised to give her. With confidence born of necessity, she grabbed his rigid penis and started stroking it skillfully. As Luke let out a groan of appreciation, he leaned down and kissed her again, his hunger for her growing ever more intense.
Kate returned his fervor, responding by pushing him backwards onto the couch. Grabbing his shoulders, she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Both were barely clothed now, clad in nothing but raw passion.
Kneading Luke’s hardened member in her hands, Kate slowly positioned her hips over him, aligning their bodies perfectly. Moans escaped her throat involuntarily as she hovered tantalizingly above him, feeling the pressure building between her legs.
Gripping the sides of the couch, Kate pressed her weight against Luke, taking charge of their rhythm. With each thrust, her mind flooded with an array of contradictory feelings – exhilaration mixed with confusion, desire intertwined with terror. Despite her anxiety, however, she allowed her primal urges to guide her actions. Gradually losing herself in the erotic dance, Kate lost track of time completely.
Luke matched her pace effortlessly, savoring every single movement. With each thrust, his body echoed hers, mirroring her movements.
In sync, they drove closer and closer to ecstasy. At times, their gaze locked, conveying mutual understanding, acknowledging the gravity of their situation. Each touch intensified the craving within them, heightening their need for release. The sounds of flesh colliding punctuated the sensuous silence surrounding them. Neither hesitated nor faltered, surrendering to their ravenous desires.
As they approached the point of no return, Kate gasped aloud. "Oh God!" Her cry reverberated throughout the room, sending a thrill through Luke.
This sudden burst of energy propelled them beyond their limits. Rushing waves of euphoria swept through Kate, leaving her reeling and unable to catch her breath. Clutching tightly onto Luke, she held him close, savouring the warmth of his embrace.
Gradually, they settled into a comfortable rhythm once more. As Luke carefully caressed Kate's face, whispering sweet words of affection, he traced his fingers lightly across her cheekbones, enjoying the smoothness of her skin.
Kate couldn't believe she had done this in the hotels small library. Luckily for her it was little used. Would Mark discovery her tryst in the hotel library? After all he was just down the hall in their suite.
She tried not to worry about him walking in on them. In fact, she thought maybe he would approve considering who she was becoming. It made her heart race a little thinking about her lover knowing of her secret life. She was anxious yet excited. There was also a hint of vulnerability as she admitted these thoughts to herself.
She pushed these concerns aside, focusing instead on indulging in the pleasures available to her in this very moment. Ignoring any lingering doubts or fears, Kate gave herself fully to the present, embracing the physicality of their encounters with abandon.
Their lovemaking escalated into fiery explosions of pleasure, culminating in orgasm after orgasm. After Kate was spent she turned to Luke. "I need to get cleaned up. Will I see you again?" Luke responded "You are now of the Vampire, you will be seeing many of us soon enough."
Kate returned to her room where Mark was waiting for her.
Upon entering, Kate found Mark staring at the television, looking preoccupied. Swallowing hard, she walked over to join him on the sofa.
Mark raised an eyebrow as Kate sank beside him. "So, you must've been busy then…" he remarked casually, clearly aware of the events that transpired earlier. However, Kate simply smiled demurely, trying to read Mark's intentions behind those words. Did he suspect her newfound powers? Or was he merely commenting on her recent activities?
Either way, Kate couldn't help but wonder if her transformation had somehow altered her relationship dynamics with others - including Mark. Unbeknownst to her, though, their lives were about to take another unexpected turn.
Her curiosity piqued, Kate decided to address the elephant in the room. "What makes you say that?" she asked, attempting to sound nonchalant despite her mounting apprehensions.
Mark furrowed his brow in contemplation before replying. "Perhaps your imagination got carried away in the hotel room," he said, teasingly. But something told Kate that her boyfriend might have noticed her transformation even without admitting it explicitly. Nonetheless, she opted to ignore his remark, choosing instead to focus on their immediate surroundings. "It seems like we could use a break anyway," Mark added, changing the subject abruptly. Kate nodded in agreement, grateful for the diversion from the persistent questions swimming inside her head.
The couple enjoyed a brief respite from the chaos that surrounded them, taking comfort in one another's company. As evening progressed, their conversation drifted naturally toward topics such as work and future plans. While discussing career opportunities, Kate revealed her aspiration to eventually become a CEO someday. Mark offered his support, expressing faith in her ability to achieve great things. This exchange further solidified their bond and deepened their understanding of each other.
Unknown to either of them, lurking somewhere nearby, watching and listening, was someone whose presence stirred trepidation within Kate.
A creature of darkness, shrouded in mystery, observing her interaction with Luke keenly. Its intentions unclear, it seemed poised to make itself known sooner rather than later.
Meanwhile, amidst their banter, both Kate and Mark subtly attempted to gauge each other's moods and thoughts. They discussed various topics, ranging from trivial matters to professional interests. Throughout their discourse, the chemistry between them remained palpable. Every smile, laugh, and glance shared only served to strengthen their bond.
As Kate recounted some amusing anecdotes from her daily routine, Mark listened attentively, occasionally contributing his own stories as well. Amidst their lighthearted banter, the air gradually grew charged with anticipation. It was evident that neither wanted this conversation to end - they desired to prolong their connection longer still.
Despite their attempts to maintain a sense of normalcy, both individuals felt a magnetic pull drawing them together. And although they were content to dwell upon innocuous subjects, there was an underlying awareness that there was much more left unsaid between them.
Kate felt as if ever since she was bitten her already heightened libido had gone into overdrive. Kate stopped and looked Mark right in the eyes. "Darling, just fuck me already."
She growled seductively. "You always know how to push my buttons." Smirked Mark as he moved closer to her.
"And don't you forget it," Kate replied playfully, eagerly awaiting what was sure to come. Her body ached for the touch of her beloved mate. The scent of his musk filled her nostrils making her mouth water.
Mark reached for Kate, firmly grasping her hips and pulling her towards him.
Before she knew it, he had lifted her up and laid her down on the coffee table. As she lay sprawled out before him, he took hold of her hem and began lifting it higher, exposing her delicate thighs beneath. He trailed kisses along her neck, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin. Meanwhile, Kate's breath quickened, anticipation filling her veins as her ardor intensified. Her eyes bore into Mark's, communicating her hunger for him and everything he represented.
Moving in sync, Mark and Kate undressed each other.
As clothes fell to the ground, Kate caught sight of Mark's rigid erection, eliciting a moan of desire from her lips. Gently cupping his shaft, she guided it towards her entrance, welcoming its entry with a soft gasp. Her hands explored his toned physique, tracing patterns on his back while her tongue entwined with his, hungrily devouring every morsel of taste that came forth.
Desperately wanting more, Kate pulled away slightly, allowing her teeth to graze against his lower lip before engaging once more. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples taut and achingly sensitive, begging for attention. Mark reciprocated her advance, trailing gentle kisses down her jawline, towards her collarbone, and finally settling on her cleavage.
The heat between them continued to rise steadily, fueled by their mutual yearning. Kate shifted positions, straddling Mark, taking control as she lowered herself onto his erect member.
Her lips parted, panting heavily, feeling the throbbing sensation deep within her core. She wrapped her arms around Mark, anchoring herself, urging him deeper inside her. Mark, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, lost himself in Kate’s luscious curves.
They rocked slowly, finding a steady rhythm, their bodies moving as one entity. Each thrust caused a wave of pleasure to surge through their bodies. The forceful impact sent shockwaves of excitement coursing through their bloodstreams.
Their cries echoed throughout the room, melding together in perfect harmony. As their primal desires merged, creating waves of ecstatic energy, their love for one another became imprinted indelibly into their souls. With each movement, boundaries dissolved, leaving nothing but raw passion in their wake.
Inside her private sanctuary, Kate relished in the thrill of being claimed by the man she loved most dearly. Hearing Mark's heartbeat, feeling his warmth and tenderness, ignited feelings within her she never imagined possible.
Kate thought to herself, why does she love mark so much yet yearns for the excitement of sexual satisfaction outside their relationship.
Is it because he gives her security or stability in life, or maybe the alluring prospect of the unknown excites her? Perhaps she craves danger, seeking fulfillment beyond the safe confines of her world. Yet, no matter what drove her, she realized that these desires would continue to reside deeply within her soul.
Within moments, Kate felt her whole body flush with intense pleasure. She held tightly onto Mark, crying out in delight as their combined forces brought her to a euphoric peak.
Overcome with emotion, Kate leaned her forehead against Mark's shoulder, whispering tenderly, "That was incredible!"
He responded with a loving smile, wrapping his arms around her protectively. Their post-coital cuddle provided a moment of peace in the midst of uncertainty. However, the silence didn't last long, as an ominous shadow cast across the wall drew their attention.
Luke had arrived – stealthily, silently, observing them from afar.
Watching them interact, seeing the depth of their affection for one another... It made him feel jealousy mixed with anger. Jealousy at how close they were, how familiar their movements appeared, how perfectly synchronized they were together… In contrast, his own existence felt far removed from anything remotely connected to their world.
Though angry at times, Luke also found himself captivated by the ease and grace with which Kate conducted herself. There was something profoundly enchanting about the way she spoke, the way she moved—everything about her fascinated him.
His gaze lingered on her face, drinking in the beauty of her crimson locks falling over her shoulders. The curve of her cheekbones accented by her rosy complexion gave off an ethereal quality that transcended mere physical appearance.
Luke knew he must have her join his harem.
Watching Kate with Mark made him want her even more. He could smell her sweet fragrance lingering in the air, mixing with the heavy aroma of sex. Seeing her with Mark made him realize just how lucky he was to have been able to turn her into one of his kind.
Feeling envious, his jealousy turned to rage. What did Mark do to possess her like this? What magic did he possess to make her submit so willingly? Mark was a mere human man a mortal. He was not a vampire like himself.
At first, he couldn't understand his sudden need for Kate.
But soon enough, it consumed him entirely. His mind replayed scenes of their previous encounters repeatedly, unable to resist thinking about the taste of her flesh underneath his fangs. It wasn't merely the hunger that drove him, however, but also an obsession with possessing her completely. Something about her resonated with him in ways he struggled to comprehend. Maybe it was the fact that she belonged to his rival? Whatever the reason, Luke was determined to claim her as his own.
Luke's resolve hardened with each passing second spent staring at Kate.
His burning jealousy transformed into determination. Even though Mark possessed the power to mesmerize others with his charm, Luke decided that he wouldn't allow himself to be overshadowed any further. No longer could he stand idly by, watching her submit to someone who was, after all, merely a human male. This was no match for his superior powers! His decision set in stone, Luke resolved to take drastic measures in order to gain full possession of Kate.
While Kate enjoyed the comfort and safety of Mark's arms, her thoughts drifted elsewhere, wondering where Luke might be.
She was drawn irresistibly toward the newfound sensuality that had invaded her previously ordinary life. How can I find balance between my loyalty to Mark and my newfound appetite for adventure and risk? Questions raced through her head, adding complexity to the whirlwind of emotions swelling within her.
Meanwhile, Mark detected the change in atmosphere. Feeling uneasy about what might happen now that Kate was becoming increasingly distant, he asked tentatively, "Are you alright?"
Kate hesitated, she knew she could never break Marks heart. But she knew she had been transformed and would need to explore the world of vampirism.
Would her former life disappear forever? Or could she still maintain connections with people from her past? These questions weighed heavily upon her heart, clouding her judgment. Should she confront Mark with her dilemma?
Should she tell him about her transformation? Would he forgive her if she told him? Could they possibly navigate through these complicated waters together?
Doubt began to creep into her mind, eroding the trust she had built with Mark. Was there truly a possibility of reconciling her dual nature - her life as a vampire alongside her commitments to those she left behind? And if she chose to follow the path of darkness, would she lose herself completely? The burden of these uncertainties grew heavier with each passing minute.
Kate decided to push off letting Mark in on her new found secret. She would need to explore later.
The next day the couple checked out of the luxury hotel and traveled back to the suburbs to their small home. Mark needed to get back to work. While Kate was able to work from home.
Kate had become feeling a thirst that could not be quenched by any drink. Her mind began to become foggy, She started to lust for blood. On one particular day Kate was drawn out for a walk in the park one early morning. She was hunting. Kate came across a homeless vagabond living under a bridge off of the running trail.
The sight filled her with revulsion initially, but then it struck her. He seemed ideal prey. Hungry, tired, weakened. Her instincts took over. Without giving it too much thought, she approached him nonchalantly.
As Kate got closer, the scent of fresh human blood saturating the air aroused her hunger. Saliva gushed forth from her mouth, flooding her tongue and making her palms sweaty. It had been days since she last fed on a meal of such temptation.
As Kate closed in on her prey, her teeth sharpened and her vision narrowed, focusing solely on the man beneath her. Panicked, he tried to flee, but Kate remained quicker than him. Her sharp nails clutched onto his dirty clothes, tearing through threads without effort. Before he could react, she was on top of him, her cold lips pressed firmly against his neck.
Her strength and speed astounded him, causing fear to rise up inside him, rendering him immobile.
Terrified, he let out a muffled yelp, struggling futilely to escape her grasp. Despite his efforts, he failed miserably. Soon, the adrenaline rush subsided, replaced by a wave of panic that coursed through his veins. Unable to free himself from Kate’s ironclad hold, he finally succumbed to the horror of impending death. His heart rate skyrocketed, his breathing laboured, and perspiration trickled down his temples.
The panic and dread of his impending demise painted itself across his countenance clearly. With a mixture of guilt and relish, Kate savored every aspect of his vulnerability before striking. As she plunged her razor-sharp fangs deeper into his neck, the warmth of his blood surged into her mouth. For a brief moment, her mind was transported away from reality, embracing the powerful elixir flowing freely. Taking a final drag, she severed the connection and stepped back, leaving him lying motionless on the ground.
His body lay limply, his soul claimed by the darkness that dwelled within her.
Exhausted yet satisfied, Kate cleaned herself up quickly, wiping the residual traces of blood off her chin. The hunger that once ravaged her being gradually dissipated. Stepping back onto the walking trail, she glanced furtively around, ensuring nobody saw her departure. Once again finding solace in the anonymity offered by the crowded street, she hurried back home. At once Kate felt invigorated. Refreshed and no longer in a fog.
Kate felt she needed to indulge in a little treat she had kept in her sex drawer in her night stand. She pulled out a small bag full of white powder.
Stripping down to only her black lacy bra and matching thong, she poured some of the white substance onto a small mirror.
With practiced precision, she cut lines onto the glass surface. Gently blowing the powder, she positioned her nostrils above the thin line. Inhaling deeply, the effects immediately took hold.
A wave of euphoria washed over her, a combination of pleasure and relief cascading throughout her entire being. Her thoughts cleared, her anxiety eased. It was the perfect antidote for her inner turmoil. She didn't care anymore about hiding her addiction – this was her release, her salvation amidst chaos.
Desperately wanting to numb her consciousness, she continued snorting more lines, reveling in the euphoria it brought her.
Unable to stay still any longer, Kate searched for distraction and discovered a photo album containing memories of her past life before she became a vampire. Strolling through them evoked mixed feelings within her. Some reminders were painful and served as constant reminders of her lost innocence, whereas others triggered nostalgia and sparked fond memories.
Kate needed more cocaine but had snorted her supply.
Her craving intensifying, Kate ventured outside seeking another fix. She headed over to her suppliers apartment. Lemar her dealer would give her coke at a discount if she would let him fuck her. Kate had been getting discounted cocaine through this deal. Kate had needs and she was willing to do anything to fulfill them.
Arriving at Lemar's apartment, she knocked on his door. As soon as he opened it, he noticed Kate's dishevelment and smell of blood and drugs. Recognising her urgency, he swiftly led her into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. Not waiting for formal introductions, Kate went straight to the point, "give me more coke."
Lemar grinned, enjoying the prospect of satisfying his customer's needs and earning money simultaneously. "Follow me," he commanded, leading her into his kitchen.
Kate followed obediently, knowing she couldn't refuse—not unless she wanted to go home empty-handed. Upon reaching the countertop, Lemar retrieved a brick of white powder.
Carefully cutting open the package, he carefully measured a portion of it onto a flat surface.
Intrigued by the process, Kate stood close, watching intently. Lemar smiled, acknowledging her fascination. This was how he reeled in unsuspecting customers who hadn't yet experienced the high of his product.
Once ready, he offered her a rolled bill, instructing her to place a tiny amount up her nose. Following his lead, Kate copied his movements precisely, eager to feel the familiar burst of energy and relief flood her system.
Delighted with her performance, Lemar moved even closer to Kate, pressing his hips against hers, allowing their groins to touch provocatively. Kate responded positively, leaning into him sensually, allowing her body to brush against his in a seductive dance.
Emboldened by the drugs already coursing through her veins, Kate grabbed Lemar's face roughly, pulling him closer for a kiss. Their tongues met in a ferocious duet, fueled by desire and drug-induced boldness.
Kate pushed Lemar forcefully against the wall, pinning him there. The raw power radiating from her hands caused the muscles in his arms to bulge. Her lips parted slightly, displaying her canines ever so subtly. Lemar gazed at them in awe, entranced by her allure. Unaware of what drove her insatiable appetite, he allowed her to take control, driven by curiosity and lust.
As the heat between them increased, Kate slowly undressed, shedding her clothing piece by piece.
Each garment tossed aside revealed another tantalizing curve, accentuating her femininity further. She was beautiful, strong, and confident, a predator in her own right. Lemar couldn't help but admire her, captivated by her allure.
Kneeling beside him, Kate looked into his eyes with a penetrating stare, piercing right through him. Desire flashed within those depths, setting his heart racing. His member stirring, straining against his trousers.
Lemar unbuttoned his jeans, exposing his hard length, glistening with excitement. He extended his arm, gesturing for Kate to join him. She obliged instantly, crawling towards him like a wild cat.
Without further hesitation, they crashed together in a fervent coupling. Grappling bodies, rough thrusts and aggressive whispers punctuated the atmosphere, igniting an inferno of carnal desires. Their moans echoed throughout the house, reverberating through walls and furniture alike.
Each thrust, beckoning from below. Grasping his shoulders tightly, Kate rode him with primal intensity. Teeth digging into his skin, marking him like her territory. Every stroke bringing them both closer to the edge.
Lemar's hips began moving faster and harder under her, taking her along for the ride. Hands gripped tightly on her waist, holding her in sync with his rhythm. Slowly, Kate shifted her weight, letting gravity bring her forward just enough for his throbbing member to meet her dripping cunt, creating friction unlike any other.
With a sharp cry, they came together in a fiery explosion, consummating their union with raw animal instinct. Their combined weight sent them crashing onto the floor, writhing and convulsing in the aftermath of orgasmic bliss. Exhausted but satiated, Kate collapsed onto Lemar's side, curling into him protectively. Kate nuzzled into Lemar for a moment before she raised her head to his throat.
"Thank you," she said huskily, placing a gentle love bite near his jugular. Her fangs pierced his throat.
Blood gushed forth as he cried out in shock and pain. With one last suckle, she released him and rose to her feet, surveying the area. Kate raided his stash pulling 20 kilos of cocaine from his closet. She also took his stashed cash as well as a pearl handled pistol.
Feeling stronger than ever, she left the apartment without looking back. The sun was beginning to set outside, casting an orange hue across the skyline. She thought about what just happened. How she just drank human blood again, feeling energized and alive. How she just succumbed to her basest desires, feeding on adrenaline and lust. But she knew what she did was necessary. She needed these things to survive now. And this cycle would continue.