Rachel - Chance encounters, or perhaps not

Rachel emptied another glass of beer and sighed helplessly. She was sitting by the counter alone, and despite everyone else in the bar chatting joyfully with each other, she felt lonely. She didn't have anyone to talk to, not after her father died and **** secretly became her best friend.

"Something on your mind?"

Rachel heard a female voice and she raised her head. There was a blonde cleaning the glasses behind the counter, smiling. Her loosened hair reaching her shoulders looked soft and smooth. Her smile was gentle and captivating. Her black eyes were piercing, almost like they could see through this young customer. Rachel was speechless when she looked at her face, and she didn't even want to look away.

"Hello? Are you alright?" The blonde asked carefully.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Rachel smiled awkwardly, "You're not the bartender here, are you? I haven't seen you before, and you're not wearing the uniform..."

"No, I'm the owner's friend. A very close friend. And I worked as a bartender before." The blonde smirked, "He's busy today, so I come to help him out."

"That's very kind of you." Rachel replied with a bitter smile, "I wish I had friends like you."

"You don't?" The blonde was surprised. She put down the glasses and began to mix some cocktail. "You look pretty, and cute. I bet many boys would like to make friends with you."

"Uh... Thanks, but... no, not boys really..." Rachel blushed and avoided the blonde for a brief moment. But when she felt the passionate gaze from the blonde, she looked back at her. She felt calm and peaceful when she looked into her black eyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now." She got up, left the cash on the counter and headed to the exit. However, she paused and turned around in front of the door. "Thank you, for talking to me. I'm Rachel, by the way. Can I... see you again?" She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she spoke.

"Of course. You're welcome." The blonde replied gently, "My name is Francesca."

And that was the first time Rachel met the soulmate of her life.

"I'm sorry for your lost, Rachel. I'm sure that you love your father very much." Francesca was sitting next to Rachel, shaking the glass, and smiling.

"Yeah. I'm still thinking of him from time to time. But... sometimes I just couldn't understand them." Rachel had another sip of the cold beer, allowing the sensation of dizziness to envelop herself. She didn't dare to drink too much otherwise her mom would know, but she just couldn't stop herself. "My parents, I mean, and especially my mom... They're keeping some secrets from me, I could tell."

"Why do you think that way?" Francesca asked curiously.

"They never allowed me to go out at night! All my friends did! I'm 20 now!" Rachel shouted excitedly, but when she realized that she might be drawing too much attention, she calmed herself down, "Well... my friends and I... we slowly drift apart, and now I just don't go out with anyone anymore."

"That's really sad. Nightlife is fun, and you deserve better." Francesca spoke gently, "You haven't asked them why?"

"I have, but Dad always shooed me away and said he was busy at the church. Mom and I... we didn't talked much..." Rachel shook her head in sorrow, "She's very strict with me, since Dad was not always around. I'm too scared to talk to her about... well, anything."

Her father, Charles, was the priest of the local church and her family was a religious one. Rachel never told her parents of how she felt about a girl she met in her high school, how she wanted to go out with her, how she wished to spend more time with her. She knew that her parents were conservative and they wouldn't approve. There was never anything solid between that girl and her, and they had never met each other after graduation. Rachel still regretted that.

"Well, you don't have to be trapped by their old, outdated concepts." Francesca smiled and held Rachel's hand on the counter gently, "You're an adult. There's a whole new world waiting for you to explore. All you need is some courage to take a step, and I know you have."

"You think so?" Rachel didn't feel uncomfortable when Francesca grabbed her hand. It's a bit cold, but she also felt nice.

"Of course. And I would love to show it to you."

She turned to Francesca and noticed that the fair lady was looking at her, too. The tension between the two of them was growing, and Francesca was slowly approaching her. Rachel didn't dodge it. Instead, she closed her eyes and waited with expectation.

When she felt the cool sensation on her lips, she smiled in relief. Rachel caressed Francesca's cheek as they kissed deeper. She could feel Francesca's flexible tongue invading her mouth, exploring with curiosity, and she loved every second of it. She had never done this with another girl before, and she found it amazing. Her other hand was still being held tightly by Francesca's, and she started to feel warm. It was a warmth that she desired, that she wished to have for the rest of her life.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity but was only a few moments in reality. When they finally pulled apart, Rachel was panting heavily. Her face was flushed as the excitement and embarrassment in her mind found nowhere to hide. She looked into Francesca's eyes and felt a connection being formed that she had never experienced before.

"I... I don't know if this is right..." Rachel said in a low voice. She tried her best to avoid Francesca's passionate gaze, but she couldn't. "Francesca, I-"

"Please, call me Fran..." The fair lady gently smiled and held Rachel's hand to her face again, "That's a move there. But it's not about right or wrong, Rachel. We all should be honest with ourselves. Just... take the step."

"Fran, I... love you." Rachel finally said it aloud and she felt a sense of relief washing over her. She had been holding onto her feelings for so long, afraid to share them with her parents, even with herself. But now, she felt like she could finally be free.

"I love you, too, Rachel..."

And that was the first time Rachel met the true love of her life.

"I'm tired of that old hag!" Rachel yelled angrily after she drank up the cocktail mixed by Fran, "She keeps asking about my personal life, my drinking and... and you! I think she has hired a private investigator to spy on us. You need to be careful, Fran."

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Fran gently nodded and eyed the girl up and down hungrily. She even licked her red lips, but she was sure that Rachel hadn't noticed.

"I mean, why is she... Wow..." Rachel felt dizzy when she was trying to continue, "This drink is... very strong..."

She felt light headed as she stood up. Fran softly held her arms when she was about to fall. The world around her was spinning. Rachel was barely conscious but she realized that she was being taken upstairs.

A minute or two later, Rachel found herself lying in a large, and several cameras in the room were focusing on her. She felt nothing wrong until Fran began to undress her. She looked down when Fran was slowly taking off her shirt, pants and undergarments. Fran's smile was so cunning, her eyes were so red that Rachel couldn't even look away from her love.

"What are you doing..." Rachel asked deliriously.

"Like I promised: showing a whole new world to you." Fran curled up her mouth and showed the tips of her fangs around the corner. The female vampire gently spread Rachel's legs and eagerly buried her head between her thighs.

Rachel panted heavily when Fran dived into her intimacy. She felt the cold but strong hands holding her thighs, the sharp fangs scratching her labia, and the wet tongue exploring her cunt. She moaned blissfully and bit her finger to ease the tension, but she was soon overwhelmed by the sexual arousal and she couldn't control herself anymore. She held the back of Fran's head and pushed her deeper into her.

Rachel's mind was quickly shrouded by the intoxicating sensation. She couldn't believe what was happening, yet she didn't want it to stop. Her body was responding to Fran's touches, kisses and thrusts, as it was arching intensely. The coldness of Fran's skin contrasted sharply with the warmth of her own body, creating an erotic friction that was both thrilling and satisfying. Rachel's heart was pounding heavily in her chest and her breaths were becoming short but lustful gasps. There was no fear in this, as she smiled.

Her body gave in shortly after her mind as she squirted and shivered. Fran moaned in delight and enjoyed every last drop of Rachel's juice, but what she truly wanted was something else. Something thicker, sweeter, and more vital. She slowly climbed on top of the exhausted Rachel and smiled wickedly.

"Would you like me to show you my world?" Fran stared into Rachel's eyes, "You don't have to be afraid of your mother anymore. You don't have to worry about her judging you. You can be powerful. You can finally, truly be free."

"Yes..." Rachel answered joyfully. She understood what was happening and she totally accepted it. Or rather, she totally accepted herself.

When Fran's fangs pierced her breast, Rachel felt not painful but blissful. Before she gulped down some thick liquid and fainted from the ominous heat, she knew that she was going to be an independent person, a powerful creature that forever roamed the night and lusted for blood. She was finally going to be herself.

And that was the first time Rachel met the mistress of her immortality.

"Wonderful..." Fran licked the young blood around her mouth after she pulled her fangs out of the girl's breast. She almost got drunk and had too much from Rachel, but the commands from her mistress stopped her in time.

"Rachel, you will return to your house and complete your turning there. My love will take care of your mother, and she will be your protector and your thrall." Fran whispered into Rachel's ear as she conveyed the commands from Olivia, "You and your mother must spy on the priest's family for us. You must not turn anyone without our mistress' approval."

Rachel was still **** but Fran knew that her commands were absolute. The young fledgling would wake up later and found her way home by herself. No need to be worried. Fran got up from the bed and walked towards the bar owner who just walked in the room in his trance state.

"Good. Just in time. I'm still thirsty." She led the man inside and closed the door behind them.