Creeping into reality - Chapter 3

Sometime later, Jim comes back to his senses. He is alone on the bed. He feels weak and drained and at the same time satisfied and fulfilled. A hand where she bit him, finds a pair of oversensitive scabs. Just by scratching them, he feels his cock harden. He stops. Any of this will be for his Mistress from now on.

The shower is running in the bathroom. He stands, still weak he has to help himself with the furniture. He finally reaches the doorframe. There she is, his mistress, splendidly naked in front of the mirror. A mirror which casts her reflection.

“Jim! You did it! You brought back my reflection! And look, the fangs have retracted, almost unnoticeable!”

Full of childish joy, she jumps at his neck.

“Mistress, I am glad you are happy, as I said, I would do anything for you.”

“Stop calling me mistress, Jim, I think that now that I’ve sucked your cock you can call me Drew.”

She does not let him finish and runs out the bathroom.

“You want some coffee? I can make you some eggs if you want.”

He follows her to the kitchen. She is all over the place, full of energy and life.

Half an hour later, a breakfast for six is sitting on the counter.

“Eat Jim! Eat,” she repeats over and over.

“How about you?” He asks between two bites of eggs.

“Nah, not hungry... I think I had my share with you,” she answers giggling. “Holy shit, I haven’t felt this good in years... I think I’ll go run around the block for a while.”

And she storms out.

***

The next day at noon, Drew is sitting at a small terrace on Hollywood boulevard. Despite her large sunglasses and even larger hat, the Californian sun is giving her a terrible headache. She has a hard time concentrating on Harry’s uninterrupted flow of words.

“So, as I was saying, in the post credit scene, you and Long John are sitting on a beach, your head is tucked in his shoulder. You are contemplating the setting sun. You look happy, he looks confident. His crewmen are finishing loading the vampire’s treasure on the rowing boats. One of them makes you a sign. Long John tries to stand but you stop him. “Let’s spend the night on land,” you whisper. He agrees and yells a couple of orders to his crewmen. Cut to: a small clearing. We see you from behind, you are sitting alone by a fire. The cam pans around you to stop just in front of you. You look into cam, your face is covered in blood, you are smiling, all fangs out. You stand putting on Long John’s hat and walk away out of the light circle... fade to black. The end! How does that sound?”

“Amazing...”

“Are you all right?”

Drew is not, she felt the fangs start to regrow as soon as Harry arrived, she feels the hunger coming back, the sun is getting hotter by the minute, she knows what she has to do but she does not want to... not really.

“I’m fine, give me five minutes,” she mumbles standing up and rushing into the restaurant.

“How can I help you?” The hostess greets her.

Taking off the sunglasses, Drew answers: “follow me.”

A minute later they are both tucked in a booth in the women’s restrooms. The smell is intoxicating.

“Open your collar.”

The hostess opens her shirt on a black laced bra. Drew takes a second to inhale, the smell is once again amazing. With the tip of her tongue she traces a line on the girl’s neck. The booth fills with another scent, a scent Drew recognizes as the liquid expression of female happiness. She wishes she could take her time to thank the girl for her offering but Harry would probably come looking for her should she take too long.

“Maybe next time,” she says closing her mouth on the offered neck.

The fangs tear the flesh. Both for Drew and the waitress, this is highly pleasurable. The actress does not resist slipping a hand under the hostess skirt, into the drenched panties. But just a finger, just for the time of her feeding...

Licking some blood that has pooled on the girl’s collarbone, Drew feels better already. She nods at her reflection in the mirror as she exits the booth leaving the poor girl to a reparatory rest.

Back at the table, she sits in front of Harry.

“Sorry for that, I needed a small break. Lady things, you know...”

“No problem,” Harry says stuffing his mouth with forkful of 45 dollars penne alla carbonara, “you’ve got red on you.”

She looks down spotting a tiny dot of blood on her blouse. She smiles.

“Now, all you were saying for the after credits scene is quite interesting but what about the sequels?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Darling, the producers are very interested in making a sequel and even two but the movie has to come out first, find its public... you know how it is.”

“Of course, Harry, of course,” she takes off her glasses and dives her eyes into his, “and I know you’re going to make sure this is best movie of the year, the decade even.”

He pauses for a second.

“The decade even...”

***

Driving back to her place, Drew tries to make sense of it all. The change seems here to stay. All in all, she ponders, it is good, she does have to feed on a regular basis. She pauses again, she is starting to like it. Actually, to be more precise, she is coming to terms with the fact that the whole process, the hunt, the submission, the sex and the feeding is simply amazing. And the power it gives her, the hypnotic power is going to make her carrier management much easier.

She looks up, her headache is coming back, she will need to feed again soon. As long as she does not kill anyone, she should be fine. She takes a U-turn and drives back at the restaurant.

An hour later she is back home, once again naked on her couch. Between her legs the hostess she picked up at the restaurant lapping thoroughly at her intimacy.

Jim, standing in the door frame feels both glad and a bit jealous. He wishes he could join but his Mistress told him not to.