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Click here"Thank you, lovers," she whispered dreamily, her eyes glowing bright blue in the hot red light. "Thank you so much."
Maricel swaggered drunkenly to the kitchenette and turned on the water. The pipes groaned a little as the refined and recycled water emptied into the basin. The drain gurgled and echoed as she waited for the water to warm up. She closed her eyes, her body electrified as it digested the blood, the essence of the two women. Maricel could feel them inside her, the best parts of them. She realized now that a vampire didn't just feed on their prey, but also assimilated part of their being, their soul if you will, into their own.
She smiled broadly, her hands crossed over her breasts as the water began to steam, the spectral wisps of evaporated water caressing her body with a natural tenderness. She opened her eyes, and looked through the window behind the sink into the night.
A pair of blood red eyes burned in the shadows, not more than a foot away from the glass. The pupiless fiery orbs stared back at her with an intensity that burned through the back of her head. She froze, her body cold and a million miles away. The pleasure and excitement of her first feeding were replaced by an unspeakable fear as their eyes locked. She saw the eyes tilt to the side a little, as though the owner were regarding her with an amused curiosity.
Through the glass, over the draining of the hot water in the sink, she heard a deep, bestial growl that vibrated the all too fragile glass in its flimsy wooden housing.
"Oh my God," she managed, her voice choked and shaking badly as she tried to make her legs move.
The burning eyes seemed to squint at her, or maybe bend in a smile she couldn't see. She felt very certain that she didn't want to see the smile, to see the countenance of whatever it was looking at her.
When the glass exploded inward and cut her face, she felt no pain. Her screams never made it past the point of being an impulse in her brain as the creature exploded through the wall of Tiffany's apartment. The sink bent forward, the pipes moaning in protest as they snapped allowing water to geyser to the ceiling, showering them. Maricel felt powerful hands close around her throat as she was lifted into the air. The room spun around her and blurred, becoming only distant sensation to her overwhelmed senses.
She closed her eyes.
...to be continued...
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