A beautiful Vampire.

Claire turned to face the woman who had caught her in the act of exploring her newly blossomed breasts, her dark eyes wide with surprise and fright. The newcomer was a pretty, light-skinned African-American, a year or two older than Claire by her estimation. She studied Claire with an amused smirk on her full and lush lips, which had been glossed black with lipstick that was matched by dark eyeshadow and liner. The ebony beauty openly checked out Claire's newly enhanced curves with obvious attraction, her lips pursing to give a low appreciative whistle.

"Well, well. Ain't you a sweet little creature?" The woman complimented, her smile becoming predatory as she studied Claire. "Sweet enough to eat right up."

Claire knew she should feel disturbed and frightened by the woman's appraisal and the intimidating confidence with which she had been addressed. Instead, she felt alien and unfamiliar reactions overwhelming her. Claire had never felt attracted to women, though inexperienced in actual intimacy, her fantasies had been invariably heterosexual. Alone in her bed or shower when she closed her eyes and dreamed as she masturbated, it had always been men Claire had imagined making love to as she pleasured herself with needy desperation. The moist heat and insistent sensitivity in her loins were unmistakable; the caramel-skinned woman's beauty and attention were sexually arousing her. The woman took a couple of steps forward until their bodies almost touched, and slim fingers tipped with long, black painted nails rose and brushed her cheek.

"So, you gonna tell me your name, baby?" Claire was asked, the woman's accent hinting at an origin in the deep south.

"Carmilla," Claire had no idea why the name had sprung to her lips without conscious thought, only that it somehow felt right. "And I'm nobody's baby, not even yours, pretty girl."

Claire was shocked by her own boldness. The woman was taller by half a head than she was, and though slim, had an athletic body that made her seem even more petite in comparison. The woman's hazel eyes widened in surprise, and the predatory smile faltered. She locked eyes with Claire and for several seconds there was silence as her gaze appeared to bore into Claire's soul, and there was an unspoken, but palpable test of wills between them.

"You're kin!" The woman declared, taking a step back, her tone communicating delighted surprise at whatever she had discovered in her examination of Claire. "You must be, to be able to resist my glamour. It's okay, you don't need to hide from me, sweet thing."

The woman's dark lips drew back to expose her immaculate white teeth, and as she opened her mouth, her canines lengthened to sharp and feral fangs. Claire felt her blood surge at the sight of the woman's beast-like teeth, not from fear as her instinct told her she should feel, but from a rising desire and urge to assert her dominance that was completely against her nature. Without even considering a response, Claire stepped forward, closing the distance the woman put between them. Her dark brown eyes flared with an inner glow, and Claire felt her will gather like a **** within her chest and push out from her body to **** the taller woman. She briefly felt resistance, an unseen barrier to whatever power was pushing itself forward, before it was swept aside and overcome. Despite her apparent greater size and strength, the woman now seemed small and weak, though no less beautiful and desirable to Claire.

Claire's mouth opened wide, her own canines suddenly growing large and sharp as the woman looked dazed and frozen by the intensity of the dark eyes locked on her. Without knowing why or how, Claire knew the woman was under her control and docile as she eased down the zipper of the woman's designer leather jacket and pushed the collar down to expose the woman's slender neck. She leaned in, her hand hooking around the back of the woman's head and pulling her down and into Claire's embrace. Her lips kissed the woman's throat, and she felt the throb of an artery on the tip of her tongue for a heartbeat before she sank her sharp fangs into the woman's neck.

"Ohhhh!" The woman gasped, fear and pain in her exclamation of defeat as fangs bit deep into her neck. A moment later, she sighed deeply, pleasure and arousal banishing all other response. Claire tasted the metallic tang of blood on her lips and tongue, and she suckled hungrily, hot and delicious blood running over her tongue and flowing down her throat. Loud and lusty sighs came from the woman's slack, open mouth, and she sagged into a trembling swoon in Claire's arms, the quivering body and rising volume in her moans of pleasure irrefutably betraying her orgasmic reaction to Claire's bite.