Rachel's First Hunt

They wandered through the energetic city streets, the city's pulse thrumming around them. Rachel's senses were in overdrive, capturing every nuance of the urban landscape. The delicious aroma of human blood seemed to be everywhere, whispering seductively in her ear.

Maria, ever vigilant, offered advice between their leisurely steps. "You see, Rach, it's all about control. That hunger's gonna nag at you, especially with all these people around. But you gotta learn when to indulge and when to hold back."

Rachel nodded, her eyes darting around as if searching for a quick snack. "It's harder than I thought, Maria. Feels like I'm in the middle of an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I'm supposed to be on a diet."

Maria chuckled, her voice tinged with understanding. "Yeah, it's like being on a diet, alright, a diet of temptation. But trust me, you'll get the hang of it."

As they strolled, they couldn't help but draw attention. Men, emboldened by the evening's liquid courage, tried their luck. One guy, with an overly confident grin, approached Rachel. "Hey there, ladies. You look like you could use some company tonight."

Rachel's hungry gaze fixated on him, her fangs threatening to make an untimely appearance. Before things got out of hand, Maria stepped in, her tone firm. "We're not interested, buddy. Keep walking."

The guy raised his hands in mock surrender and sauntered away. Rachel watched him go, a mixture of disappointment and relief on her face. "Maria, this is so frustrating. I've never had this much attention before. Guys are ogling me like I'm a friggin' model."

Maria offered a reassuring smile. "I know it's tough, Rach. But we'll find a way to handle it. Just gotta focus on what we're here for."

They strolled to a darker, shady part of the city, close to the underground club they visited a week ago. It was getting more crowded on the main street so they turned a corner into a quieter side street, where the sensory overload diminished. It was time for a lesson, and Maria knew it.

"Okay, Rachel," she began, speaking softly. "Look for someone alone, someone who won't be missed soon. It's all about blending in and not drawing any unnecessary attention."

Rachel absorbed the advice, her gaze now scanning the darker corners of the city. "Got it, Maria. I'll do my best." Maria nodded approvingly, and they continued their nocturnal exploration. With each step, Rachel was getting closer to mastering her insatiable desires and understanding the delicate balance between hunger and control.

After some time they spotted a guy standing alone deep in the dark and narrow alley, leaning on the wall like he was waiting for someone or something. There was something mysterious about him, something that drew Rachel to him like a moth to a flame.

"Mmm... I can smell that one from here," Rachel murmured, her voice dripping with desire. "He's delicious, Maria. I want him."

Maria hesitated, her instincts tingling with a sense of caution. "I don't know, Rach. There's something off about him. Why's he just standing there in the dark all alone?"

Rachel waved off her concerns, her hunger and curiosity driving her forward. "I don't care. What's the worst that could happen? I'll go check him out."

Maria reached for her, wanting to accompany her, but Rachel shook her head firmly. "No! This is my hunt, Maria. I need to prove to you, and to myself, that I can control my hunger. After my fuck up with Ethan, I need this. Okay?"

Maria sighed, realizing Rachel needed this moment of independence. "Alright, it's your call. Just be careful, Rach. If anything feels wrong, get out of there. I'll be watching from here, he can't see me from there."

Rachel nodded, her determination shining in her eyes. Maria couldn't help but admire her assertiveness. They shared a passionate kiss, their lips locked in a heated embrace. When they finally broke apart, Maria whispered with a sly grin, "Remember, my little vixen, pleasure is at the core of our existence. Enjoy him to the fullest, just don't overdo it. Got it?"

Rachel's eyes widened, and she nodded, her heart pounding with excitement. With a playful smack on her butt, Maria sent her off.

"Go get him, babe!"

With a newfound confidence, Rachel began to move deeper into the alley, her senses alert and her hunger guiding her steps. Her target was a handsome, average tall, slightly dark-skinned, and muscular guy rocking a badass leather jacket. As she sauntered closer, he gave her a thorough once-over, and his words matched his appearance.

"Hey, chica! Qué onda?" He flashed a charming grin, clearly taken by the blonde beauty. Rachel's black attire contrasted sharply with her white-blond hair and pale skin. At first glance, she seemed to him like a cute girl trying out some goth fashion, but then her icy blue eyes locked onto his, sending a shiver down his spine. Panic and allure mingled within him, but he brushed aside his unease, thinking this petite girl posed no threat.

"Hola, guapo!" Rachel replied with a sultry smile, expecting him to be a Latino. "What are you doing here all alone at this time?"

"I'm doing business, amiga. What about you? Are you buying?" He couldn't help but be captivated by her.

Rachel felt a bit let down by his response. She and Maria had sensed something shady about this guy, but she hadn't expected him to be a street dealer. Lame. Nonetheless, she played along.

"Sure I am, you got the good stuff?"

"Oh, I have only the best for you, chica! You're really pretty... Uhm, what do you want? Some C? Molly?" He had a hard time concentrating as her hypnotic gaze seemed to pierce into his mind. She wasn't even his preferred type yet he couldn't stop staring at her for some inexplicable reason. Everything about her felt magical, otherworldly. Her words flowed like a gentle symphony, and her movements and voice were like a perfectly orchestrated dance. For a moment, he even forgot he was supposed to be selling drugs.

"Mmm, I think I might take some dust. I've never tried it before..." She purred.

"Uh... sí. Uhm, you said you've never done it?" He finally managed to refocus on the transaction at hand.

"Nope, never crossed my mind until now. But I'm feeling adventurous." She teased, brushing her fingers along his muscular arm.

"Yeah, sure. Cuánto quieres?"

Rachel relished in the power she had over him and she decided to test it further. Besides, she used to resent drugs and especially drug dealers so she saw it as poetic justice if she managed to take some merchandise off the streets.

"I'll take everything you've got on you."

He chuckled but then noticed her unwavering seriousness. "Wait, are you serious? Do you know how much that would cost, chica? And... why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I like what I see..." she purred, her allure dialed up to the max. Her fingers traced his well-built body. "Such a strong man... mmm... you wouldn't mind giving me all your stash, would you? I can pay, you know, but maybe not in cash..." She closed the distance between them, locking her mesmerizing gaze onto his. She could feel his resolve crumbling as his eyes darted around, trying to break free, but he couldn't look away for long.

"Yo... no puedo... no, I can't do that, chica. Mi jefe... he'll kill me."

"Oh, you'll think of something, like you've been robbed or something," she whispered seductively. "Don't you want to kiss me, guapo?" She pressed her body against his, her voluptuous boobs touching his chest, while her hand travelled down to the bulge on his pants. "Don't you want to feel my body, my hot pussy around your cock? Mmm... I see your friend down there shares the same idea..."

With her mouth now just centimeters away from his, she was way too tempting for him to deny her. He closed the small distance that remained between them and their lips met in a slow, electrifying kiss. Her fingers gently danced on his chest and crotch, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. As their mouths melted together, the world around them faded into insignificance.

The kiss deepened, drawing them into a passionate embrace that seemed to stretch for an eternity. His resistance waned, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of this enigmatic beauty before him. Desire surged through his veins like a wildfire, stoked by every moment and touch they shared.

Finally, they broke apart, their breaths heavy with anticipation. Rachel's sultry voice pierced the silence, "Now, give me all your drugs and I'll give you the best time of your life."

Rational thought left his mind and without hesitation, he fumbled inside his leather jacket, retrieving dozens of small bags brimming with MDMA and cocaine. She filled her pockets with narcotics passing from his trembling hands to hers. A hungry gleam danced in her eyes as she reveled in her triumph and in anticipation of the best drug he was yet to offer.

Their mouths collided once more, their kiss a wild, wet dance of tongues, filled with unrestrained longing. As her lips traveled from his mouth, tracing a tantalizing path down his neck, he moaned in pleasure, words escaping him in his fervor, "Dios mío, this feels incredible."

Suddenly, she pulled away, smiled at him wickedly and bared her fangs.

"Que...que diablos...que eres..." he stammered in a surge of confusion that turned to panic, but Rachel left him no chance for anything else.

Her hunger surged forth; she pushed him to the wall, tilted his head to the side and clung to him with the other hand. As her fangs pierced his flesh, dealer screamed in pain, his shriek echoing through the alley. But the anguish didn't last long, soon a surge of euphoria enveloped them both. Now, he no longer screamed but writhed and moaned in ecstasy, the world fading into a distant haze as the narcotic pleasure mixed with the seductive sensations Rachel was drawing from him.

She felt amazing, the dark energy filled each fibre of her body and every sip of his blood was bringing her closer to bliss. She already knew how incredible feeding was but now it was truly magnificent. She wasn't just drinking blood from a tied up victim solely to quench her hunger; no, this time she feasted on her own prey, a game she caught in her very first hunt. She was a predator, a huntress.

Three distinct desires emerged from the chaos of her racing mind. She wanted to feel his entire body, not just his blood. The hard rod that was pressing against her crotch made her pussy hungry for cock. She wanted to experience that unique, fulfilling sensation of being fucked while feeding at the same. But there was another desire, darker and sinister, a craving for his... life. And it was getting stronger, with each swallowed drop pushing her to take another, to drink all that he could offer. She even began justifying to herself that eliminating a drug dealer would make a favour to the world in a way.

Yet, between these two yearnings there was the last one, one that her mind personified simply as Maria. She wanted to prove herself to her more than anything and the fear of disappointment in her eyes made her dwindle in her intentions of draining her prey.

She never got to make a final decision, though.

Suddenly, distant sounds of voices and approaching footsteps shattered the reverie. From one side of the alley, she heard Maria calling her name and running towards her. From the other side of the alley, another set of running footsteps reached her ears. Not just one, but a whole bunch of people were sprinting towards her.

"Ricardo! Que esta pasando ahí?" shouted one of the incoming guys.

With a start, she withdrew her fangs from the man's neck, blood smeared across her lips, and her senses snapped back into focus.

"Rachel! We have to go!" Maria said as she reached her, but the four guys from the other side of the alley had also closed the distance. Rachel froze for a moment, their dumbfounded looks locking her in place. They stopped a few meters away, trying to make sense of the situation. This brief, tense moment of silence was cut short when her victim collapsed to the ground like a log, still moaning in his dazed state.

"Ricardo! Estas bien?" One of the guys hurried to his side while the remaining three gangbangers stared at Rachel with bewildered, menacing looks. The closest one took out his knife and stepped forward, sneering. "What did you do to him, puta?"

"Rachel! Let's go! NOW!" Maria grabbed her hand and pulled her back, snapping her out of her shock. As they started running, the drug dealers rushed after them, but they were too slow. Maria and Rachel easily outpaced them. After a few blocks, they had lost their pursuers entirely, and they stopped in another alley to catch their breath.

"Fuck... that was close!" Maria panted.

"Yeah... They would've killed me for sure if it weren't for you." Rachel said with a mix of worry and gratitude.

"I wouldn't go that far, Rach, we're not that easily killed. But sure, it would've been messy. What happened to you back there?"

"Huh, it looks like they shocked me, coming out of nowhere all of a sudden and I just... froze. You know, like I did when mom caught us smoking in the backyard, remember?"

"Yeah, of course I remember, I thought you were gonna pass out." Maria chuckled and Rachel joined her as tension finally dissipated. Maria moved closer to her and caressed her cheek. "We were so young and innocent back then but look at us now. Who would've thought, huh? You did great back there, by the way. I heard how you seduced him and got him under your thumb. Well done. "

Rachel smiled back at her gratefully, although a bitter aftertaste lingered. She wondered if she would've managed to stop feeding on her own if those guys hadn't intervened. That thought raised another question, though. "Maria, why didn't I sense them sooner? You saw them coming even though you were on the other side of the alley."

"It's nothing to worry about, you were in the middle of the feeding. Our senses don't work that well at that time, you know. That's why it's so important to pick an isolated target. Anyway, we should call it a night."

"Yeah, let's get back."

"Well, we can't let you go out on the main street with blood around your face, can we? Let me clean you up..." With that, Maria licked the remaining blood around her face which naturally turned into a long, passionate make-out session.

Returning to Nikolai's mansion, they quietly checked on Ethan, who was still in a deep, peaceful sleep. With a few hours remaining until sunrise, Maria proposed putting their time to good use in Nikolai's training dojo.

Influenced by their recent close call with the gang, they dedicated the remaining night to rigorous training. It was a chance for them to adapt to the vast array of moves that their vampiric powers made possible, honing their combat skills for the unpredictable nights that lay ahead.