Grieving

Angela glided through the hospital’s west wing, her senses attuned to the pulse of life and **** thrumming through the emergency department. The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and grief, guiding her toward the “cry room,” a nickname the staff used for the somber space where the deceased were kept before the mortuary claimed them. It was a perfect hunting ground—isolated, overlooked, and steeped in sorrow that masked her predatory intent.

The cry room was dimly lit, its gray walls absorbing sound. A young Chinese man lay still on a gurney, a thin white sheet covering him up to his chest. His face was serene, almost youthful, despite the heart attack that had claimed him. Beside him sat a woman, her dark hair disheveled, her eyes red from crying. Her sobs were soft, muffled by her hands, her body trembling with grief. Angela’s crimson eyes narrowed, assessing the scene. The couple appeared foreign, alone, with no family nearby—an ideal opportunity. No one would ask questions.

Angela stepped into the room, her presence a cool ripple in the air. The woman looked up, startled, her tear-streaked face registering confusion as she met Angela’s hypnotic crimson gaze. “You need to step outside for a moment,” Angela said, her voice a silken command, laced with just enough compulsion to nudge the woman’s will. “Give me a moment with him.”

The woman blinked, her expression dazed, as if caught in a dream. “O-okay,” she stammered, rising unsteadily and shuffling toward the door. Her footsteps echoed faintly as she left, the door clicking shut, leaving Angela alone with the body.

Angela approached the gurney, her fingers trailing along the sheet’s edge. The man’s skin was pale, his lips slightly parted, his body still warm from recent life. Perfect. She leaned over him, her blonde hair falling like a curtain, and bit into her own wrist. Dark, viscous blood welled up, shimmering unnaturally. She pressed her wrist to his lips, letting the blood drip into his mouth, her power seeping into him. “Come back,” she whispered, her voice a seductive chant. “Join us.”

A faint twitch of his fingers signaled the change, followed by a shallow, impossible breath. His eyes snapped open, glowing with a faint red hue, mirroring hers. His chest heaved as he sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal a lean, muscular frame. His gaze locked onto Angela, confusion giving way to primal hunger as her blood rewrote his existence.

“Welcome back,” Angela purred, her smile wicked yet inviting. She stepped back, her work done, and slipped out silently. With a soft call, she summoned the woman back. “He’s waiting for you,” she said, her voice a velvet promise, before vanishing into the corridor’s shadows.

The woman hurried back into the cry room, her heart pounding with hope and disbelief. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening as she saw her husband sitting up, his presence radiating unnatural vitality. “Jun?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “How… is this possible? I thought I’d lost you.”

Jun’s lips curved into a smile, his newly formed fangs glinting in the dim light. “Mei, my love,” he said, his voice deeper, richer, laced with a seductive power that sent a shiver through her. He slid off the gurney, his movements fluid, predatory, and crossed to her in an instant. “I’ve been given a gift, Mei—a second chance. Eternity. I want you with me, always. No more pain, no more endings. Just us, forever.”

Mei’s breath hitched, her eyes searching his, tears spilling but now mixed with joy. The red glow in his gaze held her captive, stirring longing. “Eternity? With you? But… how? What does it mean?” she asked, her hands reaching to touch his chest, feeling the cool, vibrant strength beneath his skin.

“It means we’ll never be parted,” Jun murmured, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing her tears away with tender care. “It means pleasure beyond anything we’ve known, a bond that transcends time. Let me show you, Mei. Let me make you mine in a way that never fades.”

“Yes,” Mei breathed, her voice thick with emotion, her body yielding to his touch. “I’d follow you anywhere, Jun. Make me yours again.”

Jun’s lips found her neck, his fangs grazing her skin teasingly, and she gasped, a soft “Ohhh…” escaping her lips, her fingers clutching his shoulders. “Jun… please,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

His bite was swift, piercing her flesh, and Mei’s body arched against him, a long, throaty moan—“Ooooh, yes…”—spilling from her lips as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, igniting her veins with fiery pleasure. “It feels… so good,” she panted, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Jun pulled back slightly, his lips stained crimson, his eyes blazing with desire. “You’re mine now, Mei,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Feel it? The power binding us, the pleasure that’s only the beginning. I want to worship every inch of you, make you feel this forever.”

“Yes, oh yes,” Mei moaned softly, her body trembling, her skin flushing as the transformation began. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging at his shirt, exposing his skin. Jun lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the cry room wall. “Take me, Jun,” she begged, her voice a sultry plea. “I need you… all of you.”

“God, Mei, you’re so beautiful,” Jun murmured, his hands sliding under her blouse, fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, teasing her nipples until she whimpered, “Mmm, Jun…” He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, her soft moans—“Mmm… ohhh…”—muffled against his lips. “I’ve always wanted you like this,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “completely mine, lost in me.”

Her hands slid lower, freeing him, stroking him with a reverence that drew a shudder from him. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, “to be one with you forever.”

Jun entered her slowly, filling her with a deliberate thrust that drew a long, sensual “Ooooh…” from Mei’s lips, her body arching to meet him. “Yes, Jun… just like that,” she moaned, her hips rocking in rhythm with his. Each movement was a dance of desire, her soft cries—“Ahh… ohhh… yes…”—filling the room as he moved deeper, faster, his hands gripping her thighs with possessive tenderness.

“You feel so perfect,” Jun groaned, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a seductive growl. “Every moan, every shudder… it’s all for me, isn’t it? Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Jun… always,” Mei gasped, her body clenching around him, pleasure building in waves. “Don’t stop… please…” Her moans grew louder, a melodic “Ohhh… ahhh…” as she neared the edge, her nails digging into his back.

“Come for me, Mei,” Jun urged, his voice a velvet command, his thrusts steady and deep. “Let go, let me feel you unravel.” With a final, shuddering cry—“Yesss, Jun!”—Mei shattered, her body trembling in ecstasy, Jun’s own release following as he held her close, their connection sealed in a surge of pleasure.

As their movements slowed, Mei’s head fell back against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes glowing faintly with the first signs of transformation. Jun held her, his breath ragged, his lips stained with her blood. “We’re together now,” he whispered, his voice a promise. “Forever, Mei.”

Outside, Angela lingered in the shadows, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The cry room’s walls muffled Mei’s moans, but Angela felt their union’s energy, her hunger sated by her plan’s success. Jasmine was working the east wing, and the west was falling under their sway. The emergency department would be theirs before dawn, a dominion of shadows and blood.

With a final glance at the cry room door, Angela turned, her steps silent as she moved to claim her next target, the hospital’s pulse beating in time with her dark ambitions.