Claire is trapped in an alley.

Claire was trembling with excitement as she led Kesha out of the exit and onto the neon-lit streets of downtown. She had difficulty focusing on her surroundings with all the drastic changes that had upended her life in less than the past half an hour. It was hard not to believe this was all some bizarre dream. If she had not seen her drink poured and had held it alone at her table, she would have blamed the incident on some bizarre hallucinogenic drink slipped into her glass as she had read about happening in clubs. Her tongue slid over her teeth, and in response to her thoughts, she felt those fangs that had pierced Kesha's neck just minutes earlier sprout, wickedly long and sharp. She really was a vampire, or kindred, as the beautiful caramel-skinned woman had called her. It was hard to consider the change negatively from the benefits she had seen so far. Immortality, strength, and the ability to bend others to her will, and Kesha had healed a bite wound to her throat in seconds.

She glanced at Kesha again, so young, beautiful and sexy, but if she was to be believed, somewhere around ninety years old. Despite considering herself strictly heterosexual, even though she was a virgin, Claire could not shake the thoughts entering her head of stripping those designer leather clothes from Kesha and their naked bodies entwined together on her bed. That image was confused further by the transformation of her own body; from what she had briefly seen in the mirror, she was just as beautiful as her companion. The scandalous thought of two perfect female bodies naked and writhing as they made love brought a flush of heat to her pussy, and she could feel herself becoming wet with sexual arousal. Was Kesha into girls? She had responded as if she was when Claire bit her, but was her obvious sexual pleasure purely another vampire thing to do with the effect of having her blood sucked from her?

With so many thoughts vying for attention in her head, it took Claire several minutes to become aware of the nagging sense of danger close by. She concentrated on that sense, narrowing down the source or rather sources. Kesha was the closest that gave off an aura of danger, but she could also feel a couple of other sources, almost as if they were pings on a radar. Weaker, perhaps because they were further away from her, one behind her and one across the street and moving ahead before crossing back in front of Kesha and herself. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a tall man with short blonde hair dressed in a fancy leather trenchcoat that hung open around his lean, tall frame. His eyes were locked on the two beautiful vampires, and he moved like a predator with a sense of purpose that made other people step aside quickly as he gained on Claire and Kesha. Ahead of her, Claire saw a second man, shorter and stockier with dark hair, also radiating that aura of danger.

"This way," Claire ordered Kesha, turning down a side street to avoid being hemmed in between the two men, whom she felt certain were vampires. "We are being followed, stalked."

"Thought you'd never notice," Kesha answered. "Lars and Mikey, downtown is our turf. Feeding without our permission breaks the law. You better be real nice when they catch us, or they'll drink you dry. It would sure be a pity if that sweet-assed body gets found like a dried-up husk come daylight."

The side street narrowed to an alley, deserted except for Claire and Kesha with the blonde kindred closing the distance behind them. There was a sudden movement, something dropping from above, ahead of them. The second kindred dropped into the alley ahead from a third-storey roof, nailing the down on one knee superhero landing that should have shattered his legs and spine, but he simply rose to his feet, smiling confidently. Claire stopped short, trapped between the two with nowhere for her to turn. She looked back and forth between the two vampire men, and instead of the fear that she thought she should feel, the rising emotions she felt were irritation and annoyance at their presence.

"Hey, little fledgling, you lost, crazy or looking to start some shit? Downtown is our domain, no feeding without you introducing yourself and our say so." The tall blonde man stated with menace. "What up, Kesha? Why'd you leave with this one without telling us? You wanna hook up, that's fine, but we need to know who this chica is first and give her leave to be in our domain."

"Didn't have ****, Lars," Kesha replied. "Thought she was just a mortal, and I was thirsty. Got myself glamoured and then she gave me the blood kiss."