[Mind Connection]

You focused your mind and suddenly you had a vision.

Oak Street. The door bell rang and old Tim Baker wondered who would've visited him in the evening.

"I'm coming!" He dropped the TV remote control, walked to the front door and opened it without second thoughts.

"Good evening, Mr. Baker." Outside the door Olivia waved at him excitedly.

"Excuse me, but, uh... who are you?" Tim asked, frowning at the unexpected guest. There was a strange light in her sapphire eyes. He couldn't move his eyes away from hers as he found them fascinating.

"My name is Olivia, a friend of James's. He spoke of you sometimes." Olivia grabbed his hand and she was relieved that the whole "invitation" rule was just another superstition. She could enter Baker's house freely. But she decided to play along as she stepped closer and gazed at his eyes with a wicked smile, "May I come in? It's cold outside."

"Of... Of course..." Tim slowly responded and cleared a path for her by stepping to the side.

That was easy, she thought and elegantly walked past her new thrall. Wandering inside the house, Olivia appreciated its decoration style of the 1990s, which reminded her of the old family house she lived in when she's a little child. My childhood times... Her hand shook slightly but she didn't even notice that. A spark of humanity flashed in her mind but died quickly as the thirst was haunting her more and more severely.

Tim moved step by step into the living room like a walking corpse. He sat back in the sofa and stared hollowly at the floor. He tried to move his body, but aside from screaming in fear in he mind, he couldn't do anything. He didn't know what happened to him, nor what was going to happen, not until his mistress Olivia stood in front of him and lifted his head with a finger.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, you live alone, do you?" Olivia stared into his eyes.

"Yes..." Her blue eyes were so captivated that the last bit of Tim's free will was totally gone.

"Good. Now, would you tell me where James is? "

"He said... visit a friend... not far away... brought a bag of stuff with him..." Tim couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"A friend?"

Olivia raced her mind. How many friends did James have in this town? In her memory, Jame was always working hard on his cases and didn't have many close friends other than a few police officers. Knowing him, she believed that he wouldn't go to the cops after what happened. That left him only one option.

The image of a young, blonde girl carrying a crate of beer ran through her mind. That was the last month, on the Thanksgiving Day. Her name was Francesca and she seemed to be very close with James. Olivia remembered the label on that crate was "Night Crawler's Bar". Perhaps that's where Jim has gone to.

"I see... Thank you, Mr. Baker. I do like to repay you for that."

Olivia gently unbuttoned his trousers. Tim's manhood has been hard and strong since the moment his mistress entered his house, and now that the tension was eased, he felt overjoyed. Olivia slowly sat on top of him, wrapped her hands around his neck, and slid his cock along the cold lips of her slit until it was completely inside of her.

Tim let out a painful grunt and soon after he panted aloud. He was just a lonely old man and he hasn't felt this kind of warmth for a decade or two. When Olivia rode him up and down, he was really grateful for this reward from his mistress. The screams in his mind quieted and he couldn't tell what was right or wrong anymore.

Olivia moaned and moved faster and faster, as the gentle approach seemed to be unable to satiate her lust. Her throat was parched and her lips were dried. She felt the urgent need to quench the thirst when she growled lowly like a beast.

Tim looked at his mistress eagerly. When Olivia's eyes turned red and she bared a pair of ivory sharp fangs, he smiled docilely and tilted his head to the side willingly.

The moment her fangs pierced the flesh and stabbed in his vein, Tim reached his climax and came into his mistress. Though losing more and more blood, Tim felt a relaxing calm and an intoxicating pleasure running all over his body, along with a strange heat and numbness, which made him quiver uncontrollably. He lost the track of time, but he was well aware that he was being drained.

Olivia finally pulled her fangs out, gasping in satisfaction, after like a minute of sucking and stood up. Tim, without the strength to keep sitting up, collapsed in the sofa.

"Thanks for the treat..." She looked at her thrall and smiled.

Tim's heart rate were dropping and he was breathing slower and slower. Olivia bit her tongue with her fangs and **** a kiss on him. The ecstasy of his mistress' saliva mixed with her blood even exceeded what he experienced from the sex before.

A flood of cold swept through his vein, however, the strange heat invading his body was not affected. He felt his eyelids becoming so heavy that he lost his consciousness in several seconds. What he knew was that he was dying. What he didn't know was that he would be coming back.

Looking at Tim's still body, Olivia licked up the blood around her mouth, with her eyes returning to blue and her fangs retracting. She would like to witness the rebirth of her first fledgling, but she didn't want to waste any time. She straightened her coat and walked to the front door with an eager smile on her face, leaving the half naked old man behind.

Minutes if not hours have passed when the body in the sofa started to twitch. When the host of the TV show burst into laughter, Tim woke up with a confused expression on his face. Neither his dick exposing nor the stabbing pain on his neck bothered him since his mind was being flooded with an intense thirst. And above that, a voice was haunting him.

Go. Hunt for yourself. Reach me if you find James. His mistress' voice was echoing in his head.

Yes, Mistress... Tim humbly replied. He smiled with his eyes turning red and a pair of fangs sprouting from his upper canines. There were still hours before sunrise and he had plenty of opportunities to catch what he liked. He growled joyfully and zipped up his trousers before he left the house.

"You could have it, too, James. A part of me is still inside you." Olivia appeared behind you and whispered in your ear, "You just need to embrace it..."

You panted heavily as your mind returned from the vision.