Vampires

Tonya Wong hand shifted from the reporter's ass to her wrist—and Lois Lane blinked, because the hand was cold, practically room temperature. Her brow furrowed as she allowed the nearly-naked young woman to draw her through the crowd. It was hard to tell in the dark club, but the Asian woman's skin looked unnaturally pale...and there was something odd about how the crowd seemed to part as she passed. There was no hesitation in Tonya's steps, she simply crested through the crowd like an icebreaker, the reporter dragged along in her wake.

There was a freight elevator at the back of the club, and next to that a stairwell, dark and ominous as a cave. The security guards didn't even blink as Tonya Wong approached, only hit the door and let the doors of the elevator slide open.

With acrobatic grace, Tonya Wong pulled Lois into the elevator and then spun around to press the door that would close the cage...and start them on their journey downward into darkness.

"Are you...cold?" Lois Lane asked after the cage had clanged shut. "Dressed like that, I mean."

Tonya Wong looked at her...and there was something different, now that they were alone together. The eyes seemed darker, bigger, almost no whites. Her little nostrils flared, and the tips of her ears had pushed through the shiny black hair.

"Yes. So cold. All the time these days. But it's worth it. And now...you'll help me warm up, won't you?"

The small woman stalked forward, moving like a cat, muscles bunched and ready to pound. A think, incredibly red tongue slipped out between her lips to lick over her teeth...and my, what sharp canines she had, the reporter noticed. The hair on the back of the reporter's neck rose, her skin goosepimpled. Excitement and dread knotted her stomach. Was Tonya Wong coming onto her strong, or was this something else?

"I...want...to suck your..." The pale young woman said, obviously straining to control herself.