Animal Specimens

Stainless-steel doors opened, and Lois Lane's nose twitched. She began to salivate automatically. It was a kind of walk-in refrigerator....and hanging from a hook was an entire gutted pig.

"Looks like you're in luck, kitten," Cheetah said—but the reporter wasn't listening to her. She was already in the cold room, mouth wide, and she chomped down onto the cold, blood-drained flesh of the piggy. With savage ferocity Lois ripped a strip of flesh off the hanging body, barely chewing it before she gulped it down.

"Slowly. Chew it," Cheetah's voice chided Lois gently. "Eat too fast and you'll puke. Here. Wash it down with this."

Lois thought the cat-woman was going to hand her the flask of ethanol again, but she was wrong. Instead it was a gallon jug like milk came in, cheap-looking, dark red.

Pig's blood.

The reporter hesitated, aware of how strange she felt. She'd never experienced such intense hunger, nor been so sensitive to the sight and smell of blood as when she watched Cheetah pull off the plastic cap and offer the jug of chilled pig's blood to her.

Like a woman possessed, Lois reached up and took it. Brought it to her lips. The taste...the first taste...was of a liquid metal foulness. It made her want to gag. Yet she didn't Something inside of her screamed for blood. Something that went beyond a mere deficiency of calories. The blood poured into her mouth and Lois swallowed it, the crimson foulness poured down her throat and it felt as though it drowned out her very soul. Lois couldn't have tugged her lips away from that jug if she had wanted to.

Nor was Lois away of the black fur that spread out over her thighs and up her abdomen. All the softness in the reporter's body had begun to melt away, the hard-packed abs now distinct, her once small but shapely half-tear-drop-shaped breasts became only the barest of swells, nipples huge and puffy, stiffly erect. Her abdomen distended a little as the last drops of blood flooded into the reporter's body...and then Lois turned her attention back to the cold pork.

Somewhere out in the dark beneath the club, a psychic signal echoed. The other vampires sensed this new fledgling as she began to feed. Cheetah smiled and silently backed out of the freezer, leaving Lois to her meal. With luck, the reporter would draw them to her.