Feed.

‘I’m not popping off on the first other vampire I meet,’ you tell yourself as you walk over to the bar. ‘That’s the only reason I want to bite this girl, and not at all the tight leather or the black lipstick or the piercings or the fishnet …’

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases you as you realize you reached the bar a few seconds ago and are now (quite rudely) staring.

“Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry, I was …”

“Don’t sweat. I just already did this part before you saw me, so I get to look classy. You thirsty bitch.” She finishes with a smile, gesturing to the seat beside her. You sit and stop yourself from ordering a drink. No sense in wasting money or risking exposure. “I. Have not seen you in here before.”

“That’s probably because it’s my first time!” you answer. “I’m not really a club-person. In the sense of I don’t have a fake ID and I’m twenty.”

“Know a bouncer?”

“Yeah, but only recently. Figured I’d give it a shot. Oh, Jaquelin, by the way. But everyone calls me Jaq.” You stick out your hand, which she eyes for a second, and you suddenly feel like you’re probably not cool enough to talk to this girl.

“Evelyn,” she answers, shaking your hand firmly all the same. Boy, that’s a lotta’ rings on one hand. “And I’m a veteran of underage clubbing, so you’re in good hands tonight. Workwick?”

“Social sciences. You?”

“Townie, born and raised. And also petrified of student loans. I doing an apprenticeship at Drag.” She grins, reading the confusion on your face. “Tattoo parlor. Not a local, then?”

“Nah, I grew up in Tallahassee and my roommate in Miami. We’re sort of lost sheep whenever we go downtown. You got any work on you?”

“Crabsolutely.” She bends down and pushes the leg on one of her boots out of the way, revealing what looks like a baseball bat engulfed in flames. There are strange symbols marking it … glyphs? But you can’t understand them. “Very into my hobbies.”

“Baseball?”

“Softball, I’m not trying to go pro.” She takes a sip from her drink, raising an eyebrow.

“I was kind of expecting a crab after you said ‘crabsolutely,’ to be honest.”

“Don’t you think putting a crab anywhere on me is gonna’ send a bad message? ‘Hi, my name’s Evelyn, and my pussy is just a nightmare horrorshow of parasites.’ How would I pick up cute college girls at clubs, then?”

“Try going down on them first?” She grins wickedly.

The back door to Blue 8 slams open as you and Evelyn tumble into the alley, making out furiously as she pins you up against the brick wall. While you’re more than a little intimidated by all the buckles and buttons and bells and whistles on her outfit, that doesn’t seem to be a concern of hers as she kisses down your neck while she unbuckles your jeans.

“God, you’re so cold!” she tells you as she slides her hand down your pants. You bite your lip and whimper slightly when she finds your slit, blood surging through you get it ready. “Oh, there we are! Was worried you’d catch frostbite by the time I finished.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls!” She laughs, loudly at first, then covers up her mouth. She recomposes herself as her fingers tease your pussy, pulling a light gasp from you.

“Just the ones I screw on cold nights in dirty alleys, promise,” she says as her fingers move around your clit. “How’s your outing to the big, scary city going so far?”

“Looking up, really,” you answer before kissing her again, both of your pushing back hard as she continues to finger you. You want to pin her down and bite her, but you also like the confidence that just pours out of her. While the animal with your voice demands you bite her, right now, your genitals make the compelling argument that maybe Evelyn should be driving for now. You groan as your lips break contact, then she bites your neck before kissing it and sliding her free hand up your shirt. “Fuck, you don’t slow down, huh?” you taunt her a little, but enjoy being at her mercy when she nimbly circumvents your bra and pinches one of your nipples.

“Not enough time for that shit.” She kisses down to your chest, then reaches up from inside your tank top and tugs it and your bra down. It’s more than a little surprising how powerful she is, but you can see taut, wiry muscles flexing in her arm when she does it. “Last year or two, really put into perspective how short life is. Don’t want to waste it. Rather enjoy whatever’s left on my clock.” You start to ask a more serious question, but your words break on your tongue when she takes one of your nipples into her mouth.

Your tank top and bra thrown aside on the ground, she pins one of your arms above your head as she kisses you, hard, rough, ending with a surprisingly-hard bite to your lower lip. You yelp, but grin, not minding the little bit of pain in the slightest. Not when you can feel yourself throbbing underneath her fingers.

“You want to cum, Jaq?” she whispers to you. “I can feel it. You can lie, if you want. I’ll believe you. But if you want to …” as she speaks, her fingers move across your cunt delicately, and you scream, something you’re **** to muffle with your free hand so no one interrupts, “… I can promise you I’m about to change your fucking life.” You nod. “Say it.”

“Please make me cum, Evelyn!” you gasp out, so close that the dance she’s doing over your sensitive clit to delay you is almost ****. “I need it, I need you, and I don’t want you to stop for anything!” She grins wider, seemingly pleased with the answer. Her hand speeds up and you let out a keening moan into your palm as you feel yourself start to squirt into your panties. You gasp and buck against her as she pushes you through to a second orgasm, her grip on your wrist tightening. Your roll your eyes back as she brings you down, sliding her hand out of your pants. However, just as you start to recover, you hear a noise. And not the fun kind you were just so engaged in making.