The park, after hours

Julia awakens the following night, shivering and thirsty. I'm lucky no one came in here she thinks, remembering that it must be Sunday night. I need to find a more permanent shelter. Julia exits the shed to find the dark park mostly deserted. I need to feed again she thinks, but I don't want to hurt anyone.

She walks through the silent park, thinking through her next move. Returning to her apartment is out, it's almost certainly an active crime scene. She has some girlfriends she could try staying with, but she doesn't know them well enough and their could be a lot of uncomfortable questions. Going home seems like Julia's best bet.

She is so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't hear the man approach. A twig snapping behind her snaps Julia back into the moment. She feels a man press how body into her from behind, his erection pressed against her butt. Julia freezes. He puts a knife to her throat.

"Don't scream, bitch" the man says coarsely. He sticks his hand down the front of her jeans, crudely jabbing his fingers into her folds. Julia's fear gives way to anger. How dare he?

"I know a place we can go" Julia says, trying to sound sexy. She reaches a hand behind to stroke his erection. "You can take me. There."

The attacker is too aroused to think through the implausibility of Julia's consent, and follows her into the shed. He's really not bad looking Julia thinks, admiring his muscles and the large outline she felt through his jeans. I'm going to teach him a lesson, but why not have some fun first? She thinks. Julia can't believe her luck, a warm meal walking right into her clutches. Why am I so horny? she wonders, but is enjoying the thought of an impromptu tryst. This is something she'd never have dreamed of before last night.

She closes the shed door, and removes her sweater exposing her large pale breasts to the boor. He grasps at them clumsily, dropping his knife. Julia falls to her knees, and undoes the man's fly. She reaches into his boxers and pulls out his erection, stroking it. It's about 7", and thick. She runs her tongue along the length, and then wraps her lips around the head, sucking gently. He is slightly salty. The man moans. He holds her head and starts thrusting into her mouth.

"Take it, you whore" he says.

What an asshole, Julia thinks, rolling her eyes. She stands up and undoes her jeans, pushing them halfway down her thighs. She bends over a worktable and looks back over her shoulder at the brute. He walks over, erection swinging, and spits into his hand. He clumsily rubs it over her entrance, and then stabs into her roughly. His rough hands tightly grip her waist as he slams in and out of her. Julia is enjoying the feeling of being taken. Every thrust knocks her thighs into the table, but she likes it. The man's animalistic grunting turns her on.

Without warning, the man withdraws. He spits on his hand again, spreading the saliva over his cock, before jabbing into her ass. I've never done this before! Julia thinks in shock. The initial discomfort gives way to pleasure, and she juts her ass backwards to meet the man's thrusts.

"Do you like that? Do you like it in your ass you worthless slut?" The man asks, spanking her ass cheeks violently. He comes, grunting crudely, in Julia's ass, his weight falling forward onto her. He wraps his hands around her throat and begins **** her, his stiff cock still inside her.

"Sorry, bitch" he says, laughing.

Julia headbutts him, the back of her skull crushing his nose. He stumbles backwards, holding his nose. Julia turns to face him, zipping up her pants. The aroma of the blood drives her into a frenzy.

"I'll fucking kill you!" He screams, looking on the floor for the knife that he dropped. Time to teach this animal a lesson Julia thinks, grinning.

She pounces, sucker punching him in the stomach. He crumples to the ground, gasping, the wind knocked out of him. Julia kicks him into his back and straddles his waist.

"So you like to attack defenseless women?" Julia sneers. "How does it feel to be the victim?".

Julia bats his head to the side and bites down into his neck hard. The man screams, slapping at her back, but she's too strong. She drinks, gulping at the blood. Men taste different she thinks, not as refined or delicate as females, but not bad.

The man's passes out. Julia withdraws her fangs, ready to leave before he wakes up.

Why should I stop? She thinks. This man is a rabid dog. I'd be doing the world a favor by drinking him dry.

Julia bites back down, letting the blood spurt into her mouth. The man expires. Julia sits back up, and catches her breath.

That kill felt exquisite Julia thinks. I need to drain more of them. But not innocents.

Julia, still unsure of the exact rules of her peculiar condition, spots an axe on the wall. She beheads the corpse, figuring that should prevent him from rising the next night. She cleans the blood from her face and breasts using some cloths she finds, and pushes the man and his head under the tarps. She dresses, and leaves the shed, closing the door. She feels warm, her whole body tingling from her meal.