A Lone Visitor, Part 3 - Fullfill her request.

"I... I think it's why I'm here."

You observe her curiously, as she reaches her hands around, unclasps her laced choker, and pulls it free.

"Against my better judgement, I think." She looks at you for an answer. The question is written on her face with uncertainty, but you feel your eyes drawn back to the twin punctures left by your fangs a few nights prior. Red spots decorating her otherwise unblemished neckline, almost like ornaments. They even match her cute little dress.

You step up to her slowly. Her eyes observe you nervously as you do, and her breathing intensifies as you lean in and kiss her ear. Your affections elicit a pleased gasp from her and she reaches up, taking ahold of your shoulders. "Am I making a mistake with you?" She whispers, asking you again, but obviously completely enraptured by you.

"Your body has accepted my bite. It is very rare. I feed on hundreds of girls a year... and you are the first to ever return to me, to continue."

She pushes into you warmly. The soft curves of her body teasing your keen awareness. "So, I'm special, then...?" She pulls back slightly, and peers into your eyes, expecting an answer.

"Very." you whisper to her.

Smitten with you, she grins, pleased with your answer.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" You ask again. "To be a predator to all men? A Vampire. And my partner, for ages to come?"

*Thump Thump*, *Thump Thump*,*Thump Thump* Her heart races.

"Yes..." She trembles as she says it, but pulls against you warmly again, before tilting her head back, and rolling it to the side. "Make me your bride."

"Gently...." she interrupts, "please," She whispers in a way that you cannot refuse her.

You look down, eyeing the beautiful cleavage pressed against your chest. The soft curves captivate you, as you lower your mouth to her neck.