Breakfast

[Theresa’s POV]

Theresa wakes up and stretches, yawning a bit. She is not awake for more than a few seconds before she feels an intense thirst - as well as uncomfortable cold. It is hard to think about anything else. As a human, she did not typically wake up ravenous, and finds this development a little concerning. Still a worthwhile trade she thinks, stretching again. She looks down at her full, shapely breasts and toned stomach and legs, admiring her “improvements” since her rebirth. Theresa looks over at her friend, Holly, and feels something hard to describe? Not quite sadness...ambivalence?

Holly was acting to strange last night after our last kill Theresa thinks as she watches the slow rise and fall of Holly’s breast as she sleeps. It felt so good, and she just had to mope and make it weird Theresa thinks, her ambivalence changing to annoyance. Theresa is shocked by where her mind takes her next: perhaps I should find someone more suited for this gift. Waiting for Holly to wake up, Theresa slips back under the covers. Her fingers find her clit, which she teases as she replays the previous night in her mind, over and over.

Holly and Theresa walk down the street together, holding hands. They haven’t discussed the previous night’s awkwardness. They hold hands, but neither really feels it. Theresa is overwhelmed by the number of happy meals with legs ambling about. So much blood...we could take any one of them. She sincerely hopes that Holly has snapped out of her funk and is up for some serious bloodletting tonight as her stomach rumbles.

“Oooo….what about that one?” Theresa murmurs into Holly’s ear, “she looks fucking delicious”. Theresa points at a tall woman with lustrous long brown hair. She is wearing a business suit and heels, walking briskly and talking loudly into a cell phone. Theresa’s mouth waters as she looks at the human’s cleavage. Theresa’s fangs ache to pierce warm flesh. Theresa looks around, quickly noting that there is a dark alley between two buildings only a dozen meters or so from their location - a perfect breakfast nook.

“I’m not sure” Holly says meekly, “I’m….thirsty too...but I feel bad”. Holly’s hand worms its way from Theresa’s.

Theresa frowns, feeling anger growing. There are a lot of things that she want to say to Holly, but doesn’t. She settles on the practical route. “We need to eat…you need to eat. I know that you’re thirsty too....can’t you hear her heart beating...all of that warm blood?” Theresa says seductively. She turns to look at her friend, whose expression looks torn.

“Maybe a little...” Holly says after a long pause. Theresa can sense her friend’s defenses weakening as she thinks about a warm meal. “...Just a little...to settle my stomach…” Theresa grins, grabbing Holly’s hand.

“Let’s eat” Theresa says devilishly, dragging Holly by the hand towards the human, who had paused and was furiously typing away on her phone. She seemed to not even notice as Holly and Theresa stalk up to her. Moving silently is one of our many gifts Theresa thinks happily. As they get closer, Theresa can smell the woman’s perfume. She thinks she can almost see her body heat radiating off of her, but she might be imagining that. In one swift, fluid motion, Theresa grabs the woman from behind by the arm, her other hand clasped firmly covering the woman’s mouth. The woman drops her phone and screams into Theresa’s hand as Theresa drags her into the alley, laughing. Holly looks away, but follows Theresa into the alley. That’s what I thought Theresa thinks, rolling her eyes. Holly is all talk, but chow time is chow time.

Theresa pushes the human against the wall, facing them. “Holly - cover her mouth while I feed, and then you can try” Theresa says in a frenzy. Holly obediently if sullenly holds her hand over the human’s mouth, muffling her, as Theresa rips open her blouse, tearing her bra. The human’s perky but small-ish breasts come into view. Theresa grins at Holly as her fangs click into place. She licks them with her tongue, briefly studying Holly’s expression. Holly’s sullenness has given way to undeniable excitement, thrilling Theresa.

Theresa winks at Holly and drives her fangs deep into the human’s breast, and the human screams loudly into Holly’s palm. The human struggles to break free but is pinned in place by the vampires. Theresa moans as the warm blood spills over her tongue and down her throat. I like it when they struggle she thinks, biting into the breast harder. It isn’t long before Holly joins her, biting into the woman’s neck. Theresa reaches down to hold Holly’s hand as they feed together, and Holly squeezes it. Holly’s other hand falls from the human’s mouth - she is now much too weak to scream, and only faint whimpers and moans escape her lips, heard by no one who might help.

Holly withdraws her fangs and moves to kiss Holly on the temple. “This is right Holly...don’t feel guilty...it’s what nature wants...the universe wants us to drain this pathetic bitch” Theresa coos, as she detects no hint of Holly stopping or slowing down - she is too deep in the moment, in the blood.

Theresa is about to bite back down when she hears footsteps at the entrances to the alley. She turns, hissing, seeing a figure standing there, face obscured in shadow.