Taken

Rachel awoke.

Her eyes drifted to the clock next to her bed.

2:33 AM

The night was eerily quiet and she was restless. “Ugh! Why can’t I get any sleep!?” She threw the sheets off her bed and went to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She paused there, looking at herself for a moment.

Rachel was a long haired brunette, mid back length, naturally straight and thin. She was tall, right at 6’, with an athletic, yet slender and feminine body build. Humble B cup breasts gently rose out from under her flannel shirt, and a few freckles dotted her face on and around her prominent, yet pretty and nicely curved nose. Her eyes were a light brown, almost golden. She wasn’t the type of girl you would describe as cute or innocent. She was confident, toned, and captivating in a very sexual way. In spite of all she had going for her, she really didn't get around that much. She tended to be a bit intimidating, and she was very picky about the guys she dated, she never put herself in risky situations. Her parents had drilled into her years ago that being careful was paramount in this day and age. Too many bad things could happen.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, briefly, then tied it up into a pony tail, and leaned over to drink from the faucet. She took a few sips, swallowing loudly, and turned the faucet back off. As she turned to go back into her bedroom, her arms slipped under her flannel shirt and unhooked her bra. She slid it out from under her shirt, as she flipped the bathroom light off.

And stopped suddenly.

...

The shadows in her bedroom shifted.

“Rachel.” The shadow spoke.

She stiffened, dropping her bra that she had been clinging onto. “Who’s there!?”

“Come here Rachel.”

She complied, and stepped forward towards the shadowy figure, unable to control herself. “Who, who are you?"

"What are you doing to me?!” Rachel asked, panicking, fiercly trying to resist her body's motions.

“None of that matters Rachel. You won't resist much longer, so be still with your questions."

"Just know that I saw you at the tournament last evening. Many beautiful young ladies there playing volleyball. 'Quite' the selection to choose from. I found you to be... magnificent... and decided that I wanted you."

Despite her best efforts, Rachel continued to the other side of the room, terrified, as she finally came to a stop in front of him.

"And so, now you will be mine."

She struggled in vain. “Please, don’t hurt me...”

He stepped towards her, into the light, and she could now make out his face. He was not unattractive... and pleasantly tall, like her. She looked into his eyes, directly cross from her own, and a sense of calm and safety flooded over her. They seemed to glow, subtly, and she felt her anger and resistance vanish. She leaned into him warmly as he opened his arms to embrace her. "Thank you..." Rachel responded to his earlier compliment seemingly forgetting much of the rest of the situation.

“I can change you, Rachel. Make you better, make you... more..." he whispered into her ear.

She smiled as his hands started to wander. “But I thought you said I was already magnificent?” She replied to him playfully, as his hands slid to her athletically toned, yet curvy butt, and grabbing hold. “Oh, you are...” he said.

“But would you like me to change you, Rachel, to become... even better?" He smiled at her sweetly. "Even more magnificent."

She leaned back in his arms, and his eyes once again captivated her as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Rachel felt herself melt under him, under his domineering kiss. She couldn’t help but find him incredibly hot.

She didn’t even understand what he was asking, but her desires were overwhelming. She wanted desperately to give him whatever he wanted.

She pulled away, looking down submissively. The man watched her cute freckled face until her golden eyes looked back up at him. “Yes...”

“Show me." She smiled longingly. "Make me even more magnificent.”

One of his hands moved to her right breast, teasing her small nipple through the flannel. She grinned at him lustily in response, as he grasped her whole breast, gently squeezing. “So soft, yet so firm...” he whispered. "I can't wait to see all of you. And I will, soon... but first..."

He leaned in again, kissing her parted lips that were so eager for more of him. She loved his directness, and returned his kiss passionately, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she reached up and ran her fingers through his sexy hair. He slowly slid his kiss to her cheek, then to her ear. His tongue licked the soft flesh there, and she gasped in delight. "Ohhhh"

Relaxing from his affections, Rachel tilted her head further to the side. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly. "I like that..."

His tongue slid seductively from her ear to the middle of her neck. Her aroused skin flushed with goosebumps, and her hair stood on end as she felt two sharp pinpricks settle onto her neck.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” She abruptly cried out in a , pained moan.

“ahhh...” "Wha.. the.. hell?.. are... y.. biting....me..? She gasped, as tears welled up in her pained eyes.

“ah......” A soft, erotic gasp escaped her lips, as an orgasm, unlike anything she had ever felt, consumed her.

The tears flowing from her eyes stopped, and a drop of wetness trickled down her leg.

Rachel went limp in his arms, her head and long ponytail dangling to the side, as the vampire eagerly drank from her.