Another Night On The Town

As she feared, Mary-Jane definitely had overfed at the Purple Club. She and Gwen were bloated and lethargic the next night. And the night after that. Still, she did not regret it, the night was fun and profitable. Besides, taking a night or two off wasn't the worst thing in the world. Intermittent and periodic breaks prevented them from forming habits and patterns. No patterns made them harder to track down, or so she hoped.

Of MJ's inherent knowledge of her condition, she knew she only needed to consume the blood of roughly one adult human every two or three days to sustain herself. Sustain herself from what? She wasn't entirely sure. There was a creeping dread in the back of her mind whenever she tapped into this knowledge that it would be bad though. Her mind, she feared. The remains of her sanity would unravel and she would become nothing more than a snarling beast, driven by her hunger. Vague memories of a redheaded human being attacked by a pitiful creature danced in her mind's eye.

Her beauty, as well, she thought. And that terrified her more than losing her mind. She was always gorgeous, always knew she was, always told she was. Before her rebirth, she had tried her best to be modest and humble, but that was when she was a pathetic, feeble mortal girls. Now, she was beautiful, sexy vampire goddess and she wanted the entire world to recognize her exquisite, perfect body.

Other bits of knowledge about her hunger and thirst for blood was that she could consume animals, something she and Gwen had tried on a whim. It was not a pleasant experience. There was something so much more satisfying and sinfully delicious about feasting on humans as opposed to a beast. Plus, they lived in New York. Unless she raided a zoo, the only wild animals about were rats, pigeons, and stray dogs.

Hmm, perhaps she and Gwen could take a trip north one day into the Adirondack Mountains, or even further into Vermont, New Hampshire, or across the Canadian border. Enjoy the great outdoors and the thrill of the hunt as their ancestors intended, and see if she could get a better meal from deer, moose, wolves, and bears. Perhaps that could be their Christmas vacation...

Her own vainglorious inclinations and romantic fantasies aside, MJ, possessing all this knowledge of herself, soon realized a problem. Even if she and Gwen only snacked on a human every two nights, that was still two humans vanishing or turning up dead every couple of days. And even in a mega-city like New York, such disappearances would become noticeable and beggar a response. The cops were almost beneath her notice entirely. Most street-level heroes... she was confident she could best them. But if SHIELD or The Avengers became involved, that would most likely be the beginning of the end. And she knew that each level of response would beget another, escalating until the problem was dealt with.

So, Mary-Jane had to become more creative with ways to find herself and Gwen the sustenance necessary to keep them looking beautiful and feeling powerful, keeping them strong enough until opportunity knocked and she could put the plan she had been formulating into action.

Feeding on animals was always available, even if it was impractical and unpleasant. That was "Option D".

In order for a human to turn after being fed on, the feeding vampire in question had to pierce them with their fangs, MJ knew, as well. There was some sort of agent they injected or their fangs were coated in that triggered the transformation. Meaning, they could always hypnotize someone, have them cut themselves, and drink indirectly from that person. It was slower than feeding directly, take more time to drink their evening's fill, and present plenty of risk, but it was good in a pinch. That was "Option C".

"Option A" was, of course, feeding directly from their prey and fully draining them. But "Option B" was the avenue MJ and Gwen were travelling on tonight, visiting a small, private blood bank in Harlem. It was an independent, community organized nonprofit intended to assist the community in times of crisis and, if there was one thing MJ loved doing, it was taking advantage of the kindness and generosity of fools.

MJ put the last bag into the cooler, made sure everything was in order, before slamming the lid and locking it tight. They had hit this place up before, but only on the irregular. Patterns. Habits. It would be very easy to rob it blind in one night and be off with their bounty of blood, but that would raise alarm and suspicion. It would trigger escalation. Better to take a couple of blood packs every so often and let their patsy cover their tracks.

MJ handed a piece of paper to said patsy. "These codes. Delete them from your register, just like usual. No sign they ever existed." The handsome young man at his desk nodded, ever slightly, mouth agape and eyes wide open. His irises were a bright purple in colour. Gwen was under his desk, currently sucking on his sizeable cock, her own purple eyes shining happily.

The patsy, this man, this... MJ couldn't recall his name, if she bothered to learn it in the first place. Regardless, their only tell was hitting the place up when he had the night shift. Of all the workers at the small clinic, they found he was extremely susceptible to their hypnotic gaze. And even more susceptible to Gwen's compelling voice. Plus, he had a nice, big cock and produced plenty of tasty cum. They would put him under, take a couple blood packs, have sex with him, then have him delete the stolen items from their inventory and erase the footage from the cameras. Simple, clean, and effective.

Clicking away on his keyboard with mindless efficiency, the man shuddered and sighed, Gwen letting out a muffle squeal from beneath the table, as he ejaculated into her mouth, filling her to the brim hot seed. The blonde shortly emerged, smacking her lips, daintily wiping away a tiny dollop of semen from the corner of her lips. Her eyes met MJ's. "Oh, sorry, love, you didn't want any, did you?"

MJ did find the offer tempting, looking down at their hypnotized victim and his half-erect cock, but the more time they spent here, the worse it could be. "No thank you." She finally said. "It's okay. I'll be on cock duty next time we hit this place up." She then turned her attention to the lump of meat with the nice cock attached to it, forcing him to looking into her eyes. She felt the power flow into them, knowing they were shining an alluring crimson. "Now, clean yourself up. Clean up our footprints and forget all about what happened tonight, like a good pet, okay?"

"Yes, miss..." The man could barely speak, his voice high and breathless, captivated by MJ and her power. "I am a good pet..."

"So, now that we finished our snack run, what next, MJ?" Gwen asked while cradling against her lover, holding the cooler in her hands. The latter was swinging across the New York skyline on her blood-red web-lines, effortlessly, as if she had been doing this for years. Like a certain someone she couldn't quite remember at the moment...

Grunting and pushing away the hazy memories of her old self, MJ furrowed her brow in concentration. "We drop the blood off at the apartment, and then..." What? They had fed the night before and while, yes, it would feel good to feast again, she could derive pleasure from other means. Besides, after the orgy at the club, she was beginning to realize how easy it was to lose self-control and fly into a blind bloodlust. Feeding that addiction was a dangerous game.

They were nearly halfway back to their penthouse when MJ finally spoke up. "How about we find another bad guy to stalk? Something a bit more challenging than taking down muggers and gangbangers." In their first month, they had made serious work at the New York supervillain population, but now it had been a long-time since they hunted down another villain. Maybe Curt Connors was having another relapse into the Lizard? Was Kraven in town? Or, they could go for a big play and see if they could usurp the Kingpin or the Maggia's leadership, but their entire organization under control.

Regardless of their choice of prey, Gwen was all for the idea, purple lips parting into a smile, city lights gleaming off her fangs. "Oh yes! I love it when we prove we run this city, strike terror into those worthless villains. Even if they are all a bunch of limp-dicked cucks with shitty blood."

"Then it's a date." MJ said with the casual ease of two lovers deciding to go out for Chinese after work. She kissed Gwen on the forehead, eyes peeled onto the dark horizon of the city. "We'll bust out the police scanner. Hit the usual haunts and informants. Find our prey, make our plans and, in a night or two, the hunt begins..."

New York was the city that never sleeps and, in this universe, on any given night, there was bound to be villainous activity afoot. The questions, which poor soul would ran afoul of the vampiric girlfriends an their unending drive for blood and dominance?