The next night

It was almost 8:30 at Jarren's house, when the doorbell rang. Jarren looked through the keyhole to see no one there, what was there however was a large cardboard box. Jarren pulls out a marker and pulls up his shirt to write a strange symbol on his bare chest. Once done, he puts his shirt back on and opens the door. He looks around again trying to see if anyone is nearby, but doesn't see anyone.

He tries to lift the box but it's way too heavy, so he resorts to just dragging it inside. This must be the payment from those Vamps. He grabs a knife and cuts the top open to see what he has been payed with.

Jarren face is filled with shock and confusion as he looks down and sees a unnaturally pale, toned, long dark-haired woman in fetal position. She was impressively large, Jarren guessed almost 7 feet tall. Her face was rough looking, with a small scar that started on the center of her cheek and ended on her chin. Her mouth was interesting, specifically her teeth, she had two sets of fangs, next to the normal fangs that were expected of a vampire was a second smaller fang next to them. Her bites would leave four holes. Her eyes were sunken in, as if she hadn't gotten any sleep for a couple of nights, or days in her case. He also noticed that her eyes were wide open, she was staring right at him. Although Jarren would be a huge liar if he said his eyes were not drawn to her mostly naked body, the only thing she was wearing being white panties. Her average sized breasts were covered by her arms while in fetal position.

The only other thing in the box was a written note. Jarren took it out of the box and turned away blushing from the half naked woman who definitely is conscious yet paralyzed.

Dear Alis,

Thank you for helping us with this little theif. As payment for the potion you provided, we have decided to give you the bitch herself. Vampire blood is powerful, I'm sure you can find many uses for it now that you have a continuous source. Or perhaps use her as a guinea pig till she breaks, I don't care. Yours truly, W

Wait, how long does that potion last? Alis you fo-! Two strong arms wrap around Jarrens torso, and a heatless breath on his neck makes every hair stand on end. Her breasts press hard into his back, if it weren't for the threat of **** he'd be happy with this. But before she can bite down, a very visible blue light emanates from under Jarren's shirt. A invisible wave of **** pushes her arms off of his torso. He hits her face with the back of his head and then runs forward, only to turn a few steps away, raising his hands like he can cast a spell at any moment. The vampire had stumbled backward and snatched a couch cushion to both cover herself and protect her from any incoming spells.