A Lone Visitor, Part 2 - Let her in and see where this path takes you

You click the door unlocked, and swing it open.

She steps back, nervously, and eyes you.

“I am surprised you even remembered me.” You say calmly.

She looks at you inquisitively.

“You were quite intoxicated...” you remind her.

She chuckles nervously, semi embarassed. “Oh, yes... well... encountering you was quite... memorable.” She is bold for a moment, and looks into your eyes, before the shyness overtakes her and she looks away. "In spite of how much I had to drink..." she says, quieter than before.

You eye her neck, wrapped beautifully in a band of black lace. The obscured bite there... It’s presence intoxicates and arouses you.

You step back and extend an invitation inside.

“I...” she shuffles, nervously, “ok.”

She commits, and walks in, pretending to be more confident than she is.

Your eyes follow her lithe body as she passes you and walks inside, coming to a stop at the entrance to your living room.

She looks around, examining the room nervously.

You step up behind her as she fidgets with her hands. “I... was just going to go to the club again, but...” she pauses.

“But I couldn’t get you, and what you did... out of my mind.”

She whispers then, so quietly you can tell she is afraid to ask it. “My neck... what you did... Are... are you...”

Before you can respond, she interrupts, “Maybe... maybe I should go.”

You grasp her bare shoulders gently, stopping her. She jumps, startled by the unexpected touch. You caress her soft skin as it reacts immediately, flaring with goosebumps. Her head turns, watching your hand as it slides along her shoulder.

“Stay... please...” You whisper, and lean in and kiss her shoulder softly. You admire the scent of her, and her soft beautiful curves, as you slowly pull away.

“This... it can’t be real... “ she whispers, as your touch slowly intoxicates her. “But these feelings... these...” she pauses.

You feel her heart rate speeding up.

*Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump*

Her delicate hand reaches to her neck, touching the black lace above the healed over punctures. “These desires...” she continues.

Your eyes fall to her smooth neckline, still flushed with goosebumps. You note her perfectly manicured nails as she caresses the lace covered bite marks with her fingers.

~A longing awakens inside of you. A yearning. To change her. To claim her and make her yours. You imagine her already perfect fingernails sharpening into vampiric claws. Her brown eyes shifting a deep red as her teeth grow into long sharp fangs, and the realization of her transformation sweeps over her~

"My mind is screaming for me to run from you..." She stops, suddenly pausing, and turns to you. She stiffens and steps back, seeing the fangs in your mouth.

“Are you going to... you know...” she looks into your eyes, scared but curious, then back to your mouth.

A moment passes, as she seems to consider.

“Will you...?”

“Is that what you'd like?” You ask her.

She trembles, as she nods her head in affirmation.