Victoria

Jessica stands in a restroom stall, her skirt hiked up around her waist, as a blonde woman licks her sex. She thinks it's a French tourist but isn't sure. She doesn't really care. The music is blaring, even in the bathroom. The blonde's blouse is torn open. Jessica had grabbed the girl on the dancefloor and dragged her to the bathroom. She was ready to enthrall the human, but the prey grabbed her first, sticking her tongue into Jessica's mouth. Jessica went with it.

Jessica grips the girl's head as the girl licks and sucks on her sex. They girl reaches a hand under Jessica's blouse, squeezing her breast. Jessica strokes the girl's hair and closes her eyes, moaning quietly. The girl rapidly flicks her tongue over Jessica's button, and Jessica climaxes, her knees shaking.

After catching her breath, she lifts the girls chin, bringing her to her feet. They kiss together softly, Jessica tasting herself on the girl's lips. She spins the girl around, pressing her front against the wall of the stall, and reaches down between her legs to stroke her pussy. The girl whimpers as Jessica nuzzles her neck, licking her ear. Jessica rubs faster and the girl climaxes, biting her lip. Jessica bites down into the girl's neck, and the girl screams. No one can hear over the din of the club. Jessica gulps the blood down. The taste is different, delicate, bitter in a good way. Jessica feels the girl's heart weaken. I've been a good girl this week, I deserve a treat Jessica thinks. She bites down harder and the girl screams again. The girl bleeds out into Jessica's mouth. Jessica is euphoric. She drops the girl, and opens the stall. The bathroom is still empty, she moves to leave the bathroom, and feels a sharp pressure in her back. There is a buzzing sounds, and pain radiates though every nerve in Jessica's body. She crumples to the floor, paralyzed. In her last moment of consciousness, she looks up to see a fierce looking redhead in black clothing stating down at her, some kind of taser in her hand.

For the second time, Jessica wakes up shackled in some basement. She is chained to a supporting post, sitting on a concrete floor. Her whole body aches. Her head is throbbing.

She looks up to see the redhead from before, sitting in a chair watching her curiously. The woman's legs are crossed and she smokes a cigarette. She is still wearing the same tight black fatigues.

Jessica is infuriated. I will rip this bitch's heart out. She lunges off the floor toward the woman, but trips and falls painfully, the chain around her ankle pulling her back. The woman sits few feet out of her reach, chuckling.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jessica snarls. "Where am I?"

"My name is Victoria. Victoria Van Hellsing. Most people call me Vic" the woman answers, taking another long drag on her cigarette. Van Hellsing? Are you fucking kidding me? Jessica thinks. Is the Wolfman doing laundry upstairs with Batman?

"You know that I'm going to drain you Victoria, right" Jessica threatens, but they both know who holds the cards right now.

"Perhaps" Victoria says laconically. "First, I have some questions."

"Go fuck yourself!" Jessica spits.

Victoria pulls a hospital blood bag out of her bag and shakes it at Jessica. "Are you sure you don't want to be a bit more convivial?"

I really need blood, I've sustained a lot of damage Jessica thinks.

"Fine. Toss is over" Jessica pouts.

"First, questions" Victoria says.