To her neck

She points to her neck. She has a long neck, big enough for four vampires to bite her.

I ready my fangs and plunge into her neck. The **** of the bite barely budged her; instead she reacts emotionlessly. Nonetheless, I continue to feast on her. Her skin tastes sweet and so does her blood. Blood fills my mouth as I suck on her. I lay my hands on her chest and arms as I bite deeper into her.

“Ah… this feels amazing.” Rebel says, slurring her words as my fangs dig into her flesh. “Bite deeper, rip me up as you deemed fit.”

I stop hesitantly, then carry onto her request. I withdraw from her neck then bite her again on the other side. This time I shake my head ravagedly as I rip her neck with my long, sharp fangs. Her skin breaks like paper from a pair of scissors. Blood splatters everywhere, so I slurp the blood before it is wasted.

“Thank you, thank… you…” Rebel says, caressed in my mouth as I torment her neck with my mouth. Her neck looks like roadkill, but she doesn’t mind. Something is odd about her. Is she a succubus? Or a demoness?

I finish myself. “Rebel, quick question. What are you?” I asked.

“To be honest, I don’t know. If I’m a monster, I’d know but unless my parents were monsters before I was born, I’d know.” She replied. Her neck is self-repairing.

“Who are your parents? What is your mothers maiden name as well?” I ask.

“My pop is Grant Sanchez. My mother is Catherine Sanchez, but before they married she was Catherine Harrisford.” She replied. Her neck is back to before I bit her.

I’ve heard of Grant. He is a business tycoon. But Rebel’s mother is interesting. She discovered a way to “being-hop”. She was a scientist from Florida who was formerly a werewolf but created a cure. Then she was turned by a succubus and found a cure. Same with a vampire but she died due to her being a fledgling and was in the sun due to a car shining the light onto her. If I am correct, Rebel was probably born between the succubus era and curing era. Rebel is possibly a hybrid Humbus (Human and Succubus).

Rebel stands up. She is shocked by my analysis. She looks in the mirror.

“What does that mean? What does a succubus do? Do I have Vampire natures as well? Am I a werewolf as well?” Rebel asked.

I reply with a nod. “I suppose you are. Want to test yourself? I’ll get George to get a human.”

Rebel nods. “Let’s find out, darl.”