Trevor

Just past midnight, Maria stepped into the dimly lit gas station, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It had been ages since she last saw Trevor, and memories of their break-up welled up.

It's been almost four years ago. Trevor was still totally into football and she was the most popular high school goth chick. Trevor was never really a romantic, with him it was only about sex. She didn't mind it since he had a nice cock and knew how to use it, but that was about it. He had no other qualities, was highly self-absorbed and never gave a shit about other people's feelings. She endured in this relationship mainly because of his popularity and her own immaturity, but deep down she knew there was no long term relationship with that guy. Eventually, she found out about his serial cheating and confronted him. His reaction was a complete surprise to her as he hit her and tried to rape her. Her spiked bracelet saved her that night when she hit him hard with it directly in the temple. She ran away and saw him again much later, when she was already with Steve. She heard certain info about Trevor here and there, like he injured his leg so badly his career was over and could only find a job at a gas pump. And now, many years later, she was standing in front of him alone again.

Trevor's gaze fixated on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Well, well, look who's gracing us with her presence," Trevor remarked, his voice dripping with a mix of macho arrogance and a twisted kind of charm. "Long time no see, Maria. You still lookin' as fine as ever. Damn, you're even hotter than I remember."

Maria gave a polite smile, trying to maintain her composure in the face of Trevor's presence. "Thanks, Trevor. It's been a while. How've you been holding up?"

Trevor leaned against the counter, his eyes roaming over her figure with an unsettling hunger. "Oh, you know, just living the dream," he replied with a snide smirk. "Football didn't quite work out for me, but hey, life has its surprises. What about you? Still got that boyfriend?"

Maria's discomfort grew as Trevor's predatory gaze intensified. "No, things didn't work out between me and Steve," she responded, trying to change the subject. "But enough about that. How have you been coping with everything?"

Trevor's lips curled into a lecherous grin. "Oh, you know, I've been keeping busy," he said, his voice laced with an unsettling mix of confidence and malice. "Plenty of ladies come through here, looking for a good time. Can't say I'm complainin'."

Maria's heightened intuition screamed at her, warning her of Trevor's twisted nature. He already seemed as corrupt as possible. But she steeled herself, determined to carry out her plan of bringing him under her influence, even if it meant playing along with his sick game.

Leaning closer, Maria suggested, "We should catch up sometime, Trevor. How about a date?"

Trevor's eyes gleamed with anticipation, eyeing her up and down. "Nah, Maria, let's skip the fancy stuff," he replied, his words dripping with a twisted kind of charm. "Why don't we head to the back office? It's quieter there, more private. We can...talk there a little bit."

Maria's discomfort heightened, a wave of unease washing over her. She paused for a moment, weighing her options. She knew Trevor's intentions were far from innocent, but her confidence in her vampiric powers made her feel invincible.

With a forced smile and a hint of curiosity, Maria finally agreed, "Alright, Trevor. Show me your office."

As they made their way towards the secluded office, Maria's heart raced, her mind filled with both fear and a strange thrill. She knew she had the power to overpower Trevor, but the danger lurking beneath his twisted desire added an unnerving element to the encounter.

Little did Trevor know that Maria held secrets of her own, a darkness within her that could match and surpass his depravity. He was like a weasel, trying to hunt a wolf.

When they entered the office, Trevor closed and locked the door, turning at her with a sinister smile on his face. "Now, where have we left off, Maria?"

Is this jerk serious with this? I'll let him have some fun, we'll see where it goes.

"Uhm, you mean when we broke up? It was a long time ago, I forgot about all that, Trevor. I hoped you did as well," she feigned, trying to look worried and vulnerable.

"Oh no, I didn't. I believe we still have some score to settle. For good ol' times." Steve approached her, his hands on her shoulder, pushing her down. "I remember you never liked to suck my dick. But surely a slut like you learned a lot in this time, so why don't you show it to me?"

Maria didn't resist and kneeled in front of him, faking desperation. "Please, Trevor, don't do this. I'm begging you, I don't..."

SLAP!

"You're gonna listen to me now or I'll beat up your ass, you fucking whore. Now suck my dick!" Trevor threatened her as he unzipped his pants, his large cock centimeters away from her face.

The son of a bitch really wants to rape me! Oh boy, this must be the worst decision he ever made. I'm gonna have so much fun with him...

Maria hesitantly sucked in his cock, her head bobbing up and down to the hilt. With a creepy smile he grabbed her head and began violently fucking her mouth.

"Look at you, you're a real cocksucker now. I'm gonna fuck you so hard now, bitch!" Trevor groaned as pushed his cock down her throat. He relished in the power he had over her but didn't want to cum just yet, he wanted to take her entirely, to make her squeal and scream as he had his way with her.

Trevor tugged her hair and pulled her up but then threw her on the office desk. Maria faked a resistance, not using even half of her full strength. He grabbed her knees and pushed her legs wide apart, exposing her bare pussy under her short black dress.

"Forgot to put on the panties, huh, slut? This must be my lucky day!" He smiled cruelly as he aimed his cock at her opening.

Yeah, luckiest day of your life, asshole.

"Please Trevor, don't do this to m..."

SLAP!

"Shut up!" He roared as he held her tightly and pushed his cock in her. He was surprised he didn't have to use more force, his cock slid inside her with relative ease. Her cunt is so loose, this slut must have been fucking around non-stop, he thought as he entered her and began ramming her.

Maria, having enough of pretence, decided she would tease him a little, "please, don't be too rough when you put it in. Or is it in already?"

Trevor looked at her in disbelief, her obvious teasing got him off guard. He picked up the pace, slamming his cock as deep as he could.

Maria cried, obviously not trying to hide her faking anymore, "Oh no, I think I finally feel your tiny wiener...oh, you're raping me so good..."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, fucking bitch! Shut up or I'll kill you!" Trevor groaned at her, trying to appear menacing and threatening, but inside he was completely dumbfounded by her boldness and mockery.

"Is this what you do here? Rape innocent girls and then kill them? You sick fuck!!" Maria sneered, now openly opposing Trevor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts, her arousal actually rising due to the rough fucking and control she had over the situation. "You have no idea how you fucked up tonight, asshole!"

Hearing her ridicule and seeing her assertive and compelling gaze, caused fear and doubt to surge in him. For the first time he felt he wasn't in control as he used to be with previous girls. He just wanted to make her silent, so he clenched his fingers around her throat and tried to choke her, while yelling, "I told you to shut up, you crazy bitch! You'll die now!"

Yet her neck muscles prevented him from entirely closing her passage ways and Maria laughed in his face at his hopeless attempts to overpower her. She had enough of this. She grabbed his wrists and with the help of her legs she easily overpowered him, rolling him down to the floor on his back. Before he managed to react she was already on him, straddling his cock while holding his arms down. He struggled and jerked beneath her but she held him with an iron grip.

"Not so tough now, huh? Oh, what do I feel down there, is your poor cock going soft? Not so hot when you're not in control anymore, is it, asshole?" She sadistically ridiculed him.

"What...what's going on? How can you be so strong?" He shifted, hopelessly trying to free himself.

"I'm a lot more than just strong, Trevor!" Maria smiled wickedly, showing him her fangs.

"What the fuck! Wha...what are you?" he shuddered, unable to comprehend the obvious.

"I'm the climax of your sorry existence. But on the plus side, you probably will indeed climax." Filled with vengeance, she plunged her fangs deep and hard into his throat, not minding about the pain she caused but going straight for main veins and arteries. A terrifying sense of agony washed across his body, his eyes bulged in a heart shattering scream of pain and hopelessness. Blood spurted like a fountain out of his neck and Maria struggled to drink it all as it flowed down his neck. The taste of his blood was different from the others, it was as if she could taste pure fear on her tongue. The flavour was delicate but not so much to her liking, she preferred the sexual one. She also sensed darkness in his blood and it connected wonderfully with her own dark core.

So this is what Nikolai was talking about, most people can't control their own darkness. Well, there's no turning for this piece of shit, that's for sure.

When she began gorging on his blood a sense of calm and pleasure slowly spread across Trevor but the pain still remained there. He was thrashing and kicking but she remained latched on his neck like a leech. With rapid blood loss the office started spinning and he lost the energy to resist. Sensing she successfully pacified him, Maria slowed down, licked the wound and raised herself up, her face above his. Half of her face was covered in red, dripping down on Trevor.

"So...Trevor. You taste nice but where's that cock of yours? I think you need some more of my fangs" Maria fooled with him as she licked the blood around her lips.

Trevor looked at her in horror, truly terrified for the first time in his sorry life. "Please, don't...I'm sorry, don't...kill me..." he begged as she descended again to his neck.

This time she had a gentler approach. She licked the wound, sucked on it and slowly probed his skin. This time it felt much more tolerable to Trevor, almost enjoyable. No, it was definitely enjoyable. Her sucking on his neck shifted his mood from horror to acceptance and then arousal. Her feeding sounds were like a harmony to him and he began moaning in sync. Maria released his wrists and he immediately held her hips, trying to guide her on his cock.

Maria went with it and slid on his hardon in one move, eliciting moans from both. His taste also changed with his shift in the mood and Maria drank from him ravenously. She rode on his cock as a slut he called her, bringing them both to a powerful orgasm. Trevor, completely lost to the pleasure, held on to her as he pumped his cum in her while Maria milked his cock and neck with fervour, taking everything from him.

Moments later, Trevor was quietly lying on the bloody floor with an empty look on his face as Maria was catching her breath after her blood high. Of course there was no remorse, on the contrary, a sense of justice mixed together with power and pleasure.

"Well, I guess I'm a good guy now, fighting evil. A Batgirl or something," she chuckled to herself. She cleaned herself up, leaving Trevor's corpse on the floor. Ironically, the creep removed all the cameras so he could prey on girls without any evidence, a fact that worked in Maria's favour. But as Nikolai explained to her, the Order had the police force under their influence so unless she attacked someone in the middle of the main square, she would be safe. At least from the police, that is.

Well, after that experience I think I should focus more on pure souls. Like Rachel's.