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Night had fallen.
No longer did it mean that people would be tucked in their beds, safe in their homes. That was no problem. She was one of a new breed, those that adapted. Homes were no longer needed. Prey were to be sought on every street. Once it was necessary to hunt, but now they came to her readily enough. As she stepped out into the street, staring up at the moonlit sky she knew that tonight would be a good night for hunting.
****
The constant drumming beat of the techno music, blasted through the club, making the very air seem to shake with each pulse. Even here at the back, furthest away from the music, it was loud enough. This was the darker area, far from the bar, far from the music and dancing. Few people bothered to come up here and the few that did, didn't want to be bothered. Tonight the area was all but deserted. If you looked hard enough you might see a figure, hiding in the shadows. Her dark coat and clothing blended her into the shadows even more, as did her jet-black hair. It was only her pale white face that seemed to glow in the darkness. Even in the apparent darkness there was light enough to read. Given the place and the time and the light and sound it was remarkable but that is exactly what the small woman was doing. Reading. She was reading because it was her favorite book. She was here because she needed to get out of her flat. Only she hadn't felt like dancing tonight. Somehow she had a more somber mood this evening, one that seemed to hang over her like a storm cloud.
"J.D. Salinger?" a soft voice said from just beside her.
The woman turned to see the source of the voice. It was another woman, also in black, also with black hair. She was taller and her hair was longer, but they shared a pale complexion. Her dark trench coat and entire wardrobe seemed to cling to her like a layer of oil.
"Catcher in the Rye," the seated woman nodded. "Have a seat?"
"I wouldn't want to interrupt your reading."
The seated woman smiled and flipped the worn book closed. "I've already read it."
The taller woman smiled and sat down gracefully.
"My name is Lucrecia Chantel," she extended her slim hand.
"Winona Ryder," she shook it, unable to ignore how cold it felt.
"I thought you looked familiar. Don't worry, I'm not a stalker or anything."
"I hope not." Winona smiled.
"How can you read in this place, anyway?"
"I don't know. I guess I just needed to get out of my place. After while the noise just sort of fades out."
"I suppose so."
There was a moment of silence between the women. Winona looked across her table at the pale woman. There was something in her eyes, deep and dark, which the actress couldn't quite place. It was as if they hid behind them an infinite depth.
"You have lovely eyes," Lucrecia said softly.
Winona blinked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"Sorry." The other woman smiled. "I didn't mean to sound sleazy or anything. But you do."
"Thanks. So do you."
"Really?"
"Sure."
Winona looked again at the dark eyes, eyes that didn't blink, only faced straight forward. It almost felt as if they were boring through to her soul.
"It's noisy here." Lucrecia's voice seemed to ring in Winonas head. "Do you want to leave?"
"Yeah," the star agreed, "why not?"
***
Winona pulled her jacket tight around her as she walked along the street. It was a cold night but for some reason her companion seemed unaffected by the temperature. Not that her skin wasn't white as death under the moonlight.
Lucrecia talked on and on as they walked, recounting her tales of Europe in her strangely entrancing voice.
"I'm sorry if this is boring," she said suddenly. "I hope I don't seem like a weirdo or anything."
"Trust me, don't worry." Winona smiled. "I've dated Johnny Depp, I'm a magnet for weirdoes."
The comment brought a comforting laugh from the woman.
"It's starting to get colder out here. We'd best get inside. My place is only a block from here."
"I'll walk till there. The cold doesn't bother me. It's a continental thing."
Winona fumbled with the keys to her apartment in her cold hands, finally managing to get the door open and enter. She took a few steps then looked back at her companion.
"You can come in if you like."
"Thanks," smiled the woman, gliding through the door, closing it behind her.
The flat was warm, the heating left on. Winona shed her jacket and quickly felt the temperature prickling her skin.
"Just a second. I'm going to get into something cooler. Make yourself at home."
Winona went into her bedroom, changing her top for a singlet. Half way through the action she stopped, feeling as if someone was watching her. She hastily finished and exited the room. Lucrecia was sitting calmly on the other side of the room. Winona shook her head, banishing the feeling and walked to the kitchen.
"You want a drink or anything?"
"No thank you."
"You're sure?"
"I'm fine."
Winona shrugged to herself and poured a glass of water for herself. She sat down, noticing that Lucrecia was scanning the walls.
"I know what you're thinking." Winona took a sip of the water.
"You do?" Lucrecia smiled coyly.
"You're thinking 'Is this how superstars live?' Well I move about a lot. No fixed abode I guess. No million dollar mansion or anything."
"Actually I was thinking you don't have any mirrors."
"I guess not. There's one in the bathroom if you..."
"No. That's fine. To tell the truth I can't stand the look of myself in the mirror."
"Really? I think you're beautiful."
"Thank you for saying so. Allow me to return the compliment."
Again Winona felt a blush of red rise to her cheeks, something which her companion lacked entirely.
"It's true," Lucrecia continued, "you are truly beautiful. Your neck, your lips..." she rose from her chair and seemed to glide gracefully, silently across the room, "…your eyes…"
Winona felt the gaze of the woman meeting her own. Again she felt those piercing eyes, cutting into her thoughts.
"Soft black hair," Lucrecia ran her hand through the raven strands.
"With perfect, smooth skin," slowly across her cheek.
"And a gorgeous, neck..."
Winona listened, seemingly entranced by the smooth voice as the fingers ran over her.
"And a body, so delicate and slim, so perfectly formed." Her hand moved down, almost touching Winona's breast but then rising again, closing the star's now hanging jaw. Winona gazed into the blank eyes with a vacant expression.
"A body which yearns to be touched.... Do you want to be touched, Winona?"
"Yes…" came the entranced reply.
"Good." Lucrecia smiled, lifting Winona from the chair with ease, carrying her through the door to the bedroom and laying her down gently.
Lucrecia crawled up slowly, over Winona's body until their eyes came within inches.
"Look at me, Winona. Look deeper… deeper..." Twin points of darkness glaring down, drilling into the stars own glazed eyes. "You will submit to me, Winona."
"I..." she seemed uncertain.
"You will submit. And I will give you pleasure you never imagined."
"I…I will submit." Winona repeated.
"Good." Lucrecia smiled, her white teeth glimmering in the light.
She straddled the smaller woman's waist, massaging her shoulders with strong, slender fingers. As she stroked the soft flesh of the star she toyed with the straps of the singlet and the bra straps below. Gradually, very gradually, she began to move her hands lower and lower. They moved like gusts of wind, silent yet strong, cold yet sending tingles down Winona's spine. She closed her eyes, a smile rising on her face. She felt the hands running over her stomach, creeping under the fabric of her shirt, crawling up until they touched the lacy fabric of her bra. Here they began to massage her breasts through the fabric, teasing the tender skin. Lucrecia lent over, returning her hands to the shoulders, forcing Winona's arms to her sides. As she rubbed the flesh she slipped the singlet straps down, exposing the bra below. Then, repeating her action she slipped the bra straps down so that both garments now encircled Winona's waist and her breasts were free to be touched.
Winona's lips parted, letting in a slow gasping breath as the fingers swirled over her breasts, brushing the already erect nipples. Lucrecia smiled at the reaction and began to rub harder, extracting further gasps from her entranced companion. Lucrecia enjoyed her power over humans, male or female. She preferred the women though. She loved to see them writhe in pleasure, tremble in orgasm before she went in for the kill. There was something about the blood of the recently pleasured that tasted so much better. This time it was going to be easy, she could tell that. Winona had submitted to her power easily. Sometimes it was an effort to enslave the stronger willed but it was clear to her that Winona was not one of them. Even the touch of her fingers on those soft, white breasts were producing moans and squeals from the woman.
Lucrecia felt lust building in her, a lust to see how much ecstasy this woman could experience before she fed. Passing the breasts for now the hands slid down, past the white stomach, past the bra and singlet, reaching the fly of Winonas black jeans. There was no belt, the shapely hips of the woman holding them up well enough. Slowly, smiling up at Winona who gazed down her own body with a vacant stare, Lucrecia pulled down the zip, spreading open the jeans to reveal the black underwear beneath. Cold fingers pressed against the fabric, feeling the wetness which grew. Lucrecia smiled broadly, her teeth now longer, stark white in the dim light of the room. Slowly she slipped down Winona's clothes, her bra and singlet, jeans and panties until she reached the end of the bed, dropping them all into a heap on the floor and looking over the naked woman on the bed. Her gaze fixed on Winona's eyes again and once more the helpless start couldn't look away. Lucrecia smiled as she undid the buttons of her shirt to reveal a full bosom, pale white save for two soft pink nipples which stood erect. She strummed her fingers gently over them, watching Winona's eyes fixed upon them. Then she slid her hands down, sliding off the remainder of her clothes as if they were liquid.
Like that same liquid Lucrecia slid down the bed, sliding her skin over that of her prey until they were face to face. Winona gazed blankly up at the dark eyes that bore down on her. She made no effort to move as the woman planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Lips pressed against the white flesh the dark woman's tongue lapped softly over its surface. Slowly, in a single motion uninterrupted motion the mouth began to move, sliding over the cheek and down the neck, running over the pale chest until reaching a breast. There it sought out and found an erect nipple, sucking and lapping at it before sliding a wet trail across to it's partner. Then the mouth descended downwards, Lucrecia shifting her white body so smoothly that it seemed magical. The lips passed over Winona's stomach, her belly button and then went lower, slowly, deliberately probing the exposed wetness. It danced for a second on the surface, darting in and out. Two pale hands moved inward over the open thighs, pressing outwards, opening the passage. Once they were in position the tongue began its work.
For the first time Winona reacted to the woman's actions. A deep moan burst from her own lips, body arcing back on the bed as if trying to escape the probing woman. But Lucrecia was unyielding. She pressed deeper and deeper until she found the source of the exclamations. The expert tongue darted once, twice, three times. A harsher, deeper moan erupted from Winona, her body trembling in the joy of orgasm. Lucrecia removed her lips, maintaining her position and smiling as she felt the shaking of the woman against her. Only when she felt the throbbing subside did she begin to explore yet again, once more seeking out the delicate bud and once again lapping at it relentlessly. Again she drove her victim to orgasm. Again she felt the body trembling in ecstasy. Again she waited then began anew. Each time the helpless woman was explored. Each time she came with a violent shudder. Over and over Lucrecia listened to the gasps and moans of joy, felt the quivering of her thighs.
Finally she relented her assault, sliding back up, straddling Winona's waist. Leaning down softly she lapped her tongue over each of Winona's breasts, the thick layer of sweat mixing with Winona's other fluids. She smiled as she looked down on her exhausted prey. Her fangs were at full length now, the taste having brought up her full bloodlust. The tired woman would offer now resistance now. She looked down at the youthful face. The star's eyes longed to close but remained open, fixed on the vampire.
"How are you, my dear?" Lucrecia asked smoothly.
"...thirsty..." Winona croaked.
Lucrecia laughed aloud to herself. She looked to the bedside table where a drink bottle sat. Reaching she gave it to her captive.
"Here my dear. First you drink. Then I drink."
Winona took the bottle in a daze, greedily gulping down its contents.
"Now my dear." Lucrecia pulled the woman's face up to her own. "How about a kiss."
She fixed her lips forcefully onto Winonas own, feeling them first resist, then part…then...
Spit.
Lucrecia broke the embrace gasping, pushing Winona back forcefully onto the bed. She coughed and spat blood. Her own blood. Then she began to gag, to choke. She couldn't breathe. It was as if she was burning from the inside. In shock, desperately trying to understand, she looked at her intended victim. Winona looked back coldly, wiping the water from her mouth.
The water she had drunk.
The water she had spat into the vampire's mouth.
The water which she had reflexively swallowed.
The Holy Water.
Lucrecia fell to the floor in a naked writhing heap, feeling her body begin to burn from the inside. The water she had ingested was burning her from within. She watched as her limbs began to shrivel, her perfect female figure decaying before her own eyes. Her last image of the world was Winona, sweaty and naked, standing over her with a bottle and pouring its contents down...
**
Winona watched as the last remains of the decaying body dissolved to dust. Soon there was only a wet patch of water on the carpet where the vampire once had been. All her body, all her blood had returned to the darkness. She picked up the clothes, hers and Lucrecia's, and piled them into a corner. She moved slowly to the bathroom, turning on the shower to clean of her sweat and fluids.
It was part of her role in life to put up with this treatment, to lull the vampires into a sense of security, male or female. It was her job as a slayer to play their games no matter how perverse. This one had not been bad by any means. In many ways it was satisfying.
Winona smiled to herself as she stepping into the flow of warm water.
Lucrecia was not the first.
Lucrecia would not be the last.
The dark-haired girl felt the water washing away the filth she felt on her skin as it always seemed to. She imagined how much harder it had been in the old days for slayers.
Once it had been necessary to hunt.
But now they came to her readily enough.
THE END
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