Sally feeds

Sally wraps a blanket around herself, and stumbles out of the penthouse. Her head is pounding, and her limbs feel weak. She squints against the glare if the lights in the elevator, mashing the button for floor 16 randomly. Sally figured that it wasn't safe to stay in the penthouse, but also doesn't know who is watching and wants to be inside an apartment as soon as possible.

Jessica.... abandoned...me she thinks sadly, in disbelief. She feels a dull pain in her stomach that she assumes is hunger. I need to feed she thinks. I need blood. Sally feels around in her mouth with her tongue: no fangs.

The elevator doors open, and Sally looks down the long corridor. She raps on the first door, marked 16F. She hasn't really thought through what she'll do when it opens, feeling too weak to mount much of an attack. I need another approach.

The door is opened by a young black woman who looks to be in her early twenties. Her hair is cropped short, framing a beautiful face. She is wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and Sally notices a large pair of breasts swaying under he shirt. The smell of the human instantly hits Sally, and her mouth waters. The human wipes the sleep from her eyes, clearly having been roused from her bed. The human begins to ask a question, and Sally summons all of her concentration and cuts her off. "I am going to come inside. You are to follow my instructions.
You aren't to make any noises or tell anyone I'm here" Sally commands, staring into the woman's eyes.

The woman looks dumbfounded at first, but eventually smiles, and opens the door further. Sally walks in, and the woman closes the door behind her. Sally is impressed that she was able to enthrall a human, even in her weak state.

"What's your name?" Sally asks hoarsely.

"Beatriz" the woman says dreamily.

"Beatriz" Sally repeats. "Is anyone else home?" Sally asks.

"No, it is just me" Beatriz answers.

"Good" Sally says, "take me to your bedroom. And bring a sharp knife."
Beatriz goes into her small kitchen, and gets a paring knife from the drawer. She and Sally then go into her bedroom. Sally feels terrible. Dying is no joke she thinks. Despite her discomfort, her excitement for her first feeding is building. I've watched Jessica feed on so many, drain so many. I've fantasized about this for so long.

"Beatriz, remove your shorts and lay back on the bed" Sally instructs, taking the knife from Beatriz' hand. Sally rubs her temples: the headache is like nothing she's felt before. Sally crawls onto the bed on all fours, the knife in her hand, and pulls Beatriz' legs apart.

Fuck, I'm thirsty Sally thinks, smelling the girl beneath her. "Don't scream" she instructs the girl, then tentatively makes a shallow cut in the human's thigh. Blood begins to seep from the wound, down Beatriz' leg and onto the white sheets below.

The instant the blood hits the air, Sally feels her fangs descend for the very first time. The pain is sharp, but passes quickly. Sally licks the cut. The flavor is indescribable, rich and coppery. Holding Beatriz' leg, Sally bites down into her thigh. Warm blood pulses into her mouth. Sally feels a warmth cascade over her as she swallows. Her headache dulls and disappears, her aches fade. She sucks hungrily at the wound as her prey whimpers. Fuck, this feels good Sally thinks.

Beatriz' pulse begins to weaken as Sally gulps down mouthfuls of her blood. Sally doesn't want to stop, but can tell that Beatriz' is on the edge. Beatriz' loses consciousness, but Sally keeps feeding.