You want your new job

"That's ridiculous. Charlotte come to me, leave this crazy girl and come."

You look her in the eyes, forcing you will upon her. She nods and steps toward you. Your lips curl into a smile as you anticipate victory.

Tasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cross. While you aren't religious, you are surprised how much pain it causes you to look at it.

The pain leads to anger, the bitch is in violation the company's no religious objects policy. The anger strokes your growing thirst.

She thrusts the cross forward at you. You look to your right and spy a fireman's axe in a glass case. In a single swift motion you shatter the glass, grab the axe, and send it hurtling toward Tasha's head.

It collides and she goes down in a heap.

Charlotte screams and begins climbing the stairs, away from you.

"Stop!" You yell in your most commanding tone. To your surprise she does.

You saunter up the stairs, your thirst building. You smell a strange enticing odor. As you get close, you realize it is Charlotte's fear.

You give Charlotte a little push up against the wall. "Don't worry Charlotte."

"Linda, she's right. There are monsters here."

"You're a lawyer, Charlotte, one person's monster is another's angel."

"No there are real monsters, Linda. We have to get out of here and warn someone."

Her stupidity is just making you angrier and thirstier. You kiss her gently on the lips. "Relax." You command, and she does.

You can't have her escaping and spreading lies about the company, possibly jepordizing your new job. Vespa is right. She must be terminated.

You push her head to the side, exposing her neck, exposing her carotid. You feel your teeth lengthen. Instinctively you hiss and plunge your fangs into her artery. You don't even need to suck, Charlotte's blood, Charlotte's life flows into you.

The taste is exquisite. You feel sexy, powerful, better than you ever have. Charlotte moans in pleasure. Moments later, her heart denied of blood, she begins to spasm. You hold her tighter. Soon she stops moving. You drop the dry empty shell that was Charlotte. You lick her delightful blood from your lips.

You look back to Tasha, wondering wether you should simply leave her.