Theresa Left Alone

“What the fuck Theresa? I need to go!”

Holly storms off leaving Theresa alone at the table.

She savors the taste of Holly’s blood and knows she wants more.

Tara carries a pair of margaritas and a plate of nachos out. She curses. These bitches tip poorly. If she keeps getting crappy tips she’ll never be able to afford a good boob job. She desperately wants to move west and get into porn. She considers her revolving door of boyfriends and girlfriends to be little more than ‘practice’.

She plunks the glasses and nachos at the table, noting one of them is gone.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

Theresa looks into her eyes. “Bathroom.”

Tara simply turns around and walks toward the bathroom. Theresa gets up and follows her in. The waitress is attractive. She’s thin, with long legs and a nice pear shaped ass. Her breasts are almost non-existent, a pair of fried egg size bumps. Of course none of these matters to Theresa. She smells her blood and that’s all she wants.

Theresa locks the door behind her and stares into Tara’s eyes.

“Show me.”

Tara slips out of her dress. Theresa kisses her breast. She feels Tara’s heart beating. Theresa traces a sharp black fingernail over a still inflamed tattoo of the number six, six, six just above her sex.

“W...w...what...are...”

“Ssh.”

Theresa places a finger over her lips. She feels her canines long and sharp. She plunges them into Tara’s breast.

Tara moans.

The sweet nectar flows freely into Theresa. She keeps sucking and more keeps coming. Then it stops.

She looks down at the waitress. Her eyes are cold and dead. Theresa feels oddly detached. She killed a girl and it doesn’t really bother her.

She looks in the mirror and is shocked. She looks gorgeous. Her eyes are dark and sparkle red. She swears her breasts have grown. Above her right breast there is a bat tattoo looking like it’s been there all her life. She traces a fingernail on it, startled by how horny it makes her feel.

She pulls her hair back, making her look like the dominant she is.

She unlocks the bathroom. She spots a busboy. She stares into his eyes.

“There’s a mess in the women’s room. You will clean it up and forget all about it.”

He looks at Theresa dreamily. “I will clean it up and forget all about it.”

Theresa giggles. She’s never felt this confident, this powerful. She struts out of the bar catching appreciative views from several patrons. She licks her lips wondering what to do next.