Night Waitress

by

Morgan Hawke

For: Jazmin & Blue

It was just after two in the morning and four hours to dawn in the heart of the oldest part of the city. The tiny diner I worked in sat cheek to jowl with some old brick high-rises that used to be considered a decent part of town.

The diner was full to the brim with drunks attempting to sober up before they drove home. The smell of ripe, sweaty bodies and sour beer-breath floated just above every Formica table. The noise level was appallingly loud from all the club flunkies, who had gone temporarily deaf after drowning in dance music for the past couple of hours or so. They yelled back and forth across the tables to their equally deaf companions. Convinced that the wait-staff, could not hear them either, they shouted their late-night breakfast orders.

With a damp rag in one hand and a coffeepot in the other, I swiped tables refilling cups as I went. My black sneakers made tiny, unheard squeaks as I hurried across the linoleum tile. In the plate glass mirrors that lined the walls, light gleamed on the silver frames of my pink-tinted glasses. My long red hair poured like blood down my back from the severe ponytail I wore.

"Hey baby, what's a pretty girl like you doing waiting tables?" I stopped abruptly, sloshing coffee. Calling me 'pretty' was like saying Fred Astaire could dance a little. Unfortunately for me, I was beautiful in the Victorian ideal, a delicate face, long harlot-red hair, full breasts, rounded thighs, a tiny waist, a pronounced ass and short. I was very short, less than five feet tall. It was not my fault. I had been made that way.

Turning slowly, I looked at the hand that had a hold of my black polyester uniform. Long slim fingers were gripping the hem of my skirt as well as inching it up my thighs to expose the top of my nude stockings and the pins of my garter belt. The fingers were attached to a muscular arm on a body that looked as though it had been carved by years of athletic machines. He was dressed in a snug, short-sleeved silky pullover that showed off every bulge and curve of his sculpted torso. Black dress-slacks showed his tiny waist to perfection. Yummy. To use the modern vernacular; he was a hottie.

I looked down at the face of the smiling idiot, into crystalline blue eyes framed in black lashes. His face was lean and well made with a full kiss-able mouth. His soot black hair was pulled into a neat tail that curled to his shoulders held by a silver clip. He was actually very cute. My infernal appetite kicked in, making me salivate.

Terrific. Guys that hunky always seemed to feel that they were entitled to harass any vaguely attractive girl in range. This guy was practically beautiful and he knew it. There was no way this cute idiot was going to let me go without attempting to charm me into having sex with him. He was probably convinced that I had been made with him in mind.

Most men seemed to be convinced that I had been made with them in mind. Technically, I suppose, my first master had hoped to create the perfect sex toy. He had succeeded. Unfortunately, to his everlasting dismay, I had the appetite to go with it too.

"Do you mind?" I growled as menacing as I could, which is actually quite menacing. The hand gripped my skirt tighter pulling, probably attempting to get me to sit down next to him. I braced my feet. I may be tiny, but I am strong, very strong. He kept pulling and smiling. He was stronger than he looked because if we kept this little tug of war up much longer, my cheap uniform was going to rip.

Hmmm. I had two choices here. I could spill coffee on my assailant's head or put the pot down and backhand the idiot. Sighing I did neither. He was just too cute to slap. I was feeling rather mellow, I guess.

"Hi," he said then leaned over to read my nametag. "Hi Lili, I'm Bruce." He continued smiling, turning up the electric charm, all 100 watts worth of perfect teeth.

"I need to go back to work, Sir." With a mostly clean hand I pushed my red bangs out of my eyes. Tipping my head forward, I glared into his eyes over the edge of my pink tinted glasses. Apparently, Bruce was too drunk to notice the flame red glints that my eyes tended to reflect under fluorescent lighting. That's what the tinted glasses were for, to hide that uncanny flicker of hellfire in their depths. I accidentally scare people all the time.

"What's the matter sweetheart? I just want to talk to you."

I sighed heavily rolling my eyes. I swear, didn't this idiot have any survival instincts what so ever? I put the coffeepot down. Smiling nastily, I took hold of his wrist. Applying a little pressure in just the right spot, his hand numbed and I was able to free my skirt from his white-knuckled grip.

"Hey!" he yelped. "What the hell was that? Some kind of martial arts or something?"

"Nope," I smiled wider, flashing the white tips of my overlong canines. "Merely superior physical force, Bruce," I stated blandly. I skipped out of range of his hands and fled to the far side of the diner.

"Hey! I was talking to you!" he yelled standing up at his table.

I gave him a tiny smile and a little wave from the far end of the diner. Sheesh, this guy really wanted to get himself in trouble.

Sam, a night cop and my occasional dinner date, was attempting to eat his ham and eggs in peace. After a few more shouts, Sam finally had to get up from his breakfast to explain to the cute idiot, that he was disturbing the other diners. I gave Sam my most brilliant smile and made sure his coffee cup stayed full.

Bruce settled down into sullen silence, ate his ultra-rare steak and scrambled eggs then drank cup after cup of coffee. He stared at me the whole time while I pointedly ignored him. I suppose that as Bruce saw it, he was not done with me.

It was a full hour before dawn. My shift ended without any more incidents. Pulling on my black sweater, I snuck out the back door. In a patch of oily darkness, my battered car waited. I pulled out my keys with a rattle as I came around the other side of my car. I caught the scent of expensive cologne and male lust.

"Hi Bruce," I said. He was leaning against the driver-side door. His legs were braced; his arms were loose at his sides. I pocketed my tinted glasses. The night leaped into a gray twilight as my eyes adjusted.

"Hey Lili. Let's go for a ride." He wasn't smiling.

"Nope, I have better things to do Bruce," I smiled. Like not killing someone because they were too stupid to realize the danger they were in.

"It wasn't a request, Lili." His voice was soft with a warning note in it. It seemed that Bruce was not near as drunk as he had been earlier.

"You gonna make me, Bruce?"

"Your pet cop isn't here to save you." He stood up in a fluid move rather like a big jungle cat. Perhaps all those bulging muscles had not been made in a gym. He towered over me head and shoulders, but then again at my height or lack of it, everyone towered over me. You get used to it after a while. My guess was that he was somewhere over six feet tall.

"I don't need anyone to save me Bruce, I've been saving myself for a long time now." Bruce responded to my little comment with a smile so cold that it should have brought on an early frost. He took a step toward me.

"I'd rather not do this the hard way Lili, I don't want to hurt you." It was briefly there in his face, he really didn't want to hurt me. As if he could, I was made of sterner stuff, literally.

"What exactly do you want Bruce?" My smile never wavered as I raised a brow. I was stalling. A look of hunger came over his face then he buried it.

"All I want is your undivided attention for an hour or so, then you go home. Story over." His hands closed on my shoulders. His fingers pressed into me slightly in what would normally have been slightly bruising.

"Do you normally pick up dates by threatening them with physical violence?"

"Not normally." It was there in his face too. Not normally, but he did threaten girls into sex on occasion. Perhaps he deserved his fate after all. Besides, I was getting hungry and I hadn't eaten well in a long time.

"Bruce," I said calmly. "Would it do any good if I told you that this is a bad idea?" He was not a nice guy; I wondered why I was still trying to warn him off.

"Afraid not," he said. He was definitely sober, but still stupid. I shrugged. His hands relaxed on my shoulders. He smiled almost in relief. I handed him my keys. He put them in my purse then unlocked my car. He placed my purse and sweater on the front seat for me, then closed the door, locking it.

I wasn't at all surprised when Bruce led me to an expensive sports car, all long black sleek lines. He was a complete gentleman opening the door for me. A door I couldn't open from the inside once it was closed, without breaking a window.

"So what do you do for a living Bruce?" I asked as we left the parking lot.

"Security," he said without looking at me.

"I see. A hit man?" I didn't really expect an answer and he didn't give me one. "Are you any good?" He glanced over at me, dark and cold. "I see," I repeated. I did see. He was good enough to afford a car like this.

"Why aren't you a stripper or something?" he asked me. "You're pretty enough."

"Been there, done that," I quipped I assumed that the 'something' he was referring to was 'why wasn't I some guy's expensive mistress.' I didn't like being someone else's property. As for stripping, "... the guys had a problem taking 'No' for an answer. I'm sure you understand," I said with a mean little smile. He flinched. Point for me.

The drive was short and uneventful, ending at a very expensive hotel. He parked inside the hotel then hustled me into the parking garage elevator. No one saw us. Good.

The elevator opened directly into his room. He had a suite all done in soft gray and mauve, all very tasteful and very expensive. There was a bathroom, a living room, two separate bedrooms and a balcony overlooking the tasteful part of the city. With a gentle shove, I was pushed into the room then he coded the elevator locked behind me. With a smug smile he walked over to the balcony and pulled the drapes closed.

I strode over to a brocaded sofa then kicked off my cheap sneakers digging my stocking toes into the thick carpet. I turned around to watch Bruce strip out of his clingy shirt. His body was lightly tanned, rippling with intricate muscle. He radiated vitality and perfect health, inundating the entire suite with his delicious potency. My mouth watered. I knew my eyes were glowing slightly as my hunger began to surface fully. I caught the scent of my own special perfume beginning to drift from my skin.

"Bruce, are you sure you want to do this?" I tried again to warn him. "I'm not exactly..."

"Shut up and come over here." His face was closed, his eyes intent. Stupid man. What he wanted from me was going to cost him, big.

"As you wish," I murmured. I walked over to him reaching for the buttons that went from my throat to my hem. I had a little less than an hour before dawn.

"Don't," he said hoarsely, "I want to do that." His hands closed over mine gently then he pulled them away from my buttons. His fingers were nimble as he started undoing the neck of my uniform to my waist, exposing my black lace bra and my snowy skin. I admit it I like pretty underwear. He knelt on the soft carpet then slid his hand into the front of my parted uniform to caress my softly padded ribs. He was very tall. Kneeling, his eyes were almost on level with mine.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered.

"The better to tempt you with my dear," I sighed softly. I don't think he even heard me.

He looked into my face and I licked my red lips. Surrounded by the scent of aroused male, I drank it in like fine wine. He gripped the edges of my uniform, suddenly ripping it open. Buttons popped and scattered all over the carpet. My black lace garter-belt and matching panties made my skin look very stark.

His fingers dug into my firm ass to hold me still then he buried his face in my rounded tummy rubbing against me as a cat would. I could feel the slight bristle of stubble against my hypersensitive skin. He opened his mouth then his tongue laved across me in wet swipes, tasting me.

I pulled out the clip holding his smoky hair, tossing it onto the carpet. Freeing the silky length to sweep just past his shoulders, I slid my fingers into his mane, so soft and very fine. My red nails scored his scalp lightly in a caress; he seemed to purr into my stomach. His head lifted then he reached up to pull the elastic from my hair. My red tresses slid around us in a cloak of dark blood.

"Is this real?" he asked me as he ran his fingers through my ass-length locks.

"No, it's not dyed, if that's what you're asking."

He responded by suddenly pulling my panties down to my knees. My mound was exposed to his view beneath the lace of my garter-belt, showing neatly trimmed curls as red as my hair.

"See, the carpet matches the drapes," I smiled.

"Off, off," he growled tugging my panties the rest of the way down. I obligingly stepped out of them. His hands reached around me to unhook my bra. My breasts only sagged slightly as they were released. Not bad for an old lady.

There was a hiss of in-drawn breath as Bruce got a good look at my cherry-red nipples. He flung the bra away then cupped my full breasts in both hands. His fingers pulled slightly on my nipples and they hardened from the attention. An arm snaked around my waist. Cupping my breast, Bruce yanked me forward onto his mouth, and sucked, nursing hard on my nipples.

My body jolted in reaction. My stygian appetite flared to voracious life. I could feel the ache in my body and my eyes flaring to brilliant hellish life. The hunger rose within me like a firestorm. It was too late, far too late to stop now. I found myself pressing Bruce's head to my breast panting in the throes of carnal greed. My stocking clad thighs parted; I pushed my hips against him with a hungry moan. My irresistible infernal perfume, a touch of brimstone and female in heat washed over us both.

"God, you smell so good," he panted.

"The better to seduce you with my dear." My voice was a deep rumbling growl of pleasure. My hands slid all across his shoulders. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to touch as much of his skin as I could, my nails scoring him with livid red welts.

His mouth sucking strongly on me, he released my breast. Sliding his hand up to cup my head, I felt an arm curve about my knees. In a well-practiced move, I was suddenly flat on my back in the middle of the floor. Bruce's full length stretched over mine, his thighs trapping mine between them. I could feel a powerful erection pressing against my stomach. I averted my face, slitting my eyes to keep Bruce from seeing the flames leaping in their depths. He nipped my throat. In reaction, I dug my sharp, curved nails into his vulnerable back.

"Hellcat," he hissed in pain then chuckled. Surprising me, he captured both of my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. His free hand closed on the lace of my garter-belt and he yanked. The belt slid down my hips then over my ass, pulling my stockings down. With a feline twist of his hips, he moved a thigh off of me. In one strong pull, my garter-belt and the attached stockings were peeled from me then flung across the room. With a satisfied sigh, he covered my bared body with his. His hips arched and he slid his trapped heat against my hungry flesh.

Dipping his head, Bruce kissed each nipple as though in worship. I arched my back into his mouth in welcome. His lips slithered into the valley between my breasts then flexing his back creatively he nibbled down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my navel lightly. My original master had been very proud of it.

"Your mouth, Bruce, I need your mouth on me," I said in a voice husky and deep with passion then writhed my hips in temptation.

Bruce chuckled again as he continued to lave my skin with his tongue. I heard a metallic chink. I looked down watching as Bruce pulled some handcuffs from his back pocket. Shit! My heart thumped hard in my chest.

"First things first Lili," he said glancing up and smiling widely. I growled then dug my heels into the carpet. Shoving, I bucked him off of my stomach, breaking his hold on my wrists. I rolled out from under him jumping to my feet. He snagged my ankle and I hit the floor hands first.

"Oh, no you don't," he chuckled, "the fun is just starting." He pulled and I slid across the carpet on my hands and one knee. I hissed, barely stopped myself from baring my fangs. The son of a bitch was stronger and faster than I had anticipated.

I was expertly flipped over then his full weight crashed down on top of me, his chest slamming down across my breasts. It should have knocked the wind from me; it pissed me off instead. I worked to buck him off again, but he was prepared for that move. I lunged to bite him but he lurched out of the way. Breathing hard, he caught one hand above my head. I heard the rattle of the cuff closing over one wrist.

"Bastard!" I swore, swinging my free fist at his head.

"Bitch!" he snapped back, ducking my fist. Then he had my other wrist. The cuffs rattled again.

"What the fuck are you doing Bruce?" I asked with a snarl. I was fairly sure I could break the chain of the cuffs to free myself, but wearing them still pissed me off.

"Ensuring my personal safety," he grinned. He rolled to his feet then hauled me up by the wrists. "You're a lot stronger than you look." He panted briefly.

"The better to hold you with my dear," I practically snarled. I could smell his arousal. The stupid bastard was getting turned-on by my resistance.

"Are you a Goth chick?" he asked out of the blue. "I like the fangs," he continued. "But they look sharp and like permanent implants."

What the hell was a Goth chick? Oh, yeah, he thought I was part of the latest fashion craze with people running around pretending to be vampires. Some of them even had permanent fangs put in. Suddenly he made a lot of sense. No wonder he was so obsessed with having me in particular. Most guys take the hint that there's something a little weird with me and go away. None of my hints had worked on Bruce; in fact, all my hints seemed to have caught his interest more. Wonderful, I had actually run across a true weirdo. It seems Bruce had a vampire fetish.

Well, Bruce didn't know it yet, but he was about to get his wish. He was probably thinking the most amount of danger he had to worry about was getting bitten and possibly bled. I was a Succubus, an honest to Satan, Victorian sex vampire, and now I was seriously pissed. Stupid, stupid man.

"There is no need for the hand-cuffs. I said I would fuck you." I snapped out a kick that he deftly avoided.

"Actually no you didn't." Ducking he caught me about the waist then lifted me over his shoulder. I kicked out but he held my legs in an iron grip. "I just want to be sure I get what I want." With a bounce to settle my weight across his shoulders, he slapped my naked ass.

Cursing in three languages, I was carried into one of the bedrooms then thrown on the bed.

"Now how is it, that you speak French and a dialect of Arabic?" There was a strange glitter in his eyes as he pulled the leather belt from his pants. Deftly avoiding my attempts to kick him, Bruce wrapped the narrow belt around the chain of the cuffs then buckled it to the headboard.

"That would be telling Bruce." I was suddenly smiling in anticipation. Anger and desire was boiling in my blood making my heart pound. The skilled Alchemist that had created me in the early nineteenth century had gotten me over-excited, underestimating me too. Accidents will happen. The stupid fuck.

As a Succubus I not only bleed my victims; I literally suck the vitality from when they cum. I planned to make this idiot figure it out on his own. Preferably, while writhing beneath my fangs.

"Now," sighed Bruce, "Where was I? Oh, yes..." With deliberation, Bruce unfastened his pants then writhing his torso, showing his stomach muscles off to perfection, he slid out of them. His erection was heavy and thick, standing straight out from his thatch of dark curls. A nice full sack completed his package. His lean and well-defined legs were lightly furred with dark hair.

"For a prick, you are definitely yummy, Bruce," I said softly, burring my voice in it's sexiest manner. I was already humming with appetite. His little show dried my mouth so I licked my lips. "Why don't you come over here and do nasty things to me?" My teeth ached with hunger. My hips writhed as I undulated among the pillows. I spread my knees so he would have a good view of my unnaturally scarlet pussy. At the rate he was turning me on I wouldn't have to bleed Bruce to kill him; all he had to do was cum.

"The best is yet to come Baby," he crooned back to me. Moving slowly like a big cat, he crept onto the bed. His hands caressed my feet then traveled up my legs spreading me wide. Bruce lifted my knees to work his shoulders under them. With a look of hungry triumph, he nestled himself between my thighs.

My infernal perfume released in his face. Bruce took a deep breath and I watched his eyes dilate with desire. His mouth brushed the softest part of my inner thigh. My skin shivered in anticipation. He swept his tongue higher and higher until he was barely brushing my curls with his mouth. He took another deep breath of my scent then I felt him brush the outer lips of my labia. He exhaled warmly, making me shiver, and then he stroked my damp red flesh with the full length of his tongue.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding with a loud moan. He moaned in return then proceeded to drive me mad. The tip of his tongue lanced onto my clit then swiped at the folds of my inner lips. Noisily he lapped at my juices. His lips slithered across me tasting every fold, every crevice. He lapped at every pearly drop I released.

His hands held my thighs in a vice-grip as I writhed panting, under his mouth. Then he focused his attack on my swollen clit. His tongue flicked, rubbing against my point of pleasure, his lips sucking delicately at first then with complete attention and devotion. He was trying very hard to make me cum. He was doing a damn fine job of it too. Then his tongue buried itself in my starving pussy to an impossible depth.

I pulled at the handcuffs strapped to the headboard, my hips pumping themselves onto Bruce's mouth. My body vibrated in voluptuous abandon. Moaning as I drowned in the building pleasure, I locked my thighs around his head. I could feel the fire-fall of pleasure beginning to wash over me in small waves, each growing in length and power. I could feel myself building to a powerful climax and dug my heels into the mattress in an attempt to get a purchase for thrusting power.

I looked down on Bruce with my eyes slitted to conceal their red fire. He looked back up at me with a grin; his eyes slitted as mine were and glowing an inhuman flame blue. I was jolted, but still on the edge of a roaring orgasm.

"Bruce? Is there something you haven't told me?" I asked between pants. His tongue never stopped but he nodded, grinning slyly. "Bruce?"

He pulled his head up licking his mouth with a long thin tongue no human ever possessed. What the Hell?

He opened his blazing eyes fully and I felt a definite pull. He was trying to roll me under with his eyes, the shit. He smiled widely then I noticed that he possessed an impressive set of canines to rival mine. Fuck! He was a Vampire too! Well shit, two could play at this game.

"Well, there's something I've been trying to tell you myself, Bruce..." I opened my eyes fully to let the red flames of my hellfire within blaze to full life. Using every drop of mental skill, I pulled at his mind. I was rewarded by a frown creasing his brow. Briefly his face went blank, his body freezing as I caught him, trapping his thoughts.

His fingers closed on me with sudden crushing force. Darting in like a snake I felt his mouth then his tongue on the softest part in the juncture of my thigh. I writhed suddenly but his tongue found the thick artery in my inner thigh then he bit down. The pain was fierce then I rocked hard into a vicious screaming orgasm. My blood pumped into his mouth even as I wet the sheets with pearly drops of my pleasure.

Thank the unholy, he wasn't an Incubus, a male version of what I was, or he would have sucked my vitality dry as I'd climaxed. Too bad for him.

I jerked on the cuffs, snapping the belt easily. Gripping his hair with both hands, I wrenched his fangs from my flesh. He howled in frustration, red spattering the sheets as though from a despoiled virgin. Still in the throes of lust, I locked my hands in his hair then covered his blood stained mouth with my own, kissing him fully.

He nipped at me but I'd had centuries to perfect the art of kissing with and around incisors. The taste of my own blood on his lips and tongue fired my ardor. I growled a challenge deep in my chest. His arms locked around me and we embraced fiercely, kissing as though we were trying to devour each other. Which, in a way I guess we were.

I gained some purchase with my feet then rolled him under me, my full breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest, my thighs straddling him.

"Jeez Lili, you're very strong," he said with a smile.

"The better to fuck you with my dear," I said with a smile of my own. Apparently he had no idea what I was up to. I rose up just enough to position myself over his rampant cock then thrust myself down hard onto him. His mouth opened in a howl then he gripped my hips rising to meet my downward thrusts. I was determined to pump the bastard dry. I rocked forward hard then slammed back onto him with all the power I possessed.

"You're turn to cum for me, Bruce," I hissed, bearing my teeth for good measure. I raised my hands pulling. I broke the chain of the cuffs, links spraying across the sheets, with only a small show of force.

"Anything to please you babe," he growled in return. His hips rose to meet me with killing force. He gripped my long hair with one hand, holding my head from his vulnerable throat. "I love the taste of you Lili, especially when you cum." His other hand closed on my hip, guiding my rhythm. His heart hammered in his chest.

"You say the sweetest things Bruce," I said panting. I increased my pace lengthening my strokes. He writhed beneath me, his powerful thighs bunching as he lunged, bucking into me. I was very excited and I was soaking him to the balls. His free hand slid up my body to cup then grip my breast with bruising strength.

"Babe, you have great tits," he chuckled low in his throat then moaned.

"And you have a fantastic cock Bruce," I replied.

I felt his climax begin to mount at a murderous pitch, the power of his building orgasm soaked into my skin. I moaned. This vampire boy was old, really old. Lust gripped me as my own passion came roaring to the fore. At this rate I was probably going to kill him if he didn't pass out first. I could feel the heat of my eyes igniting to an inferno as I bathed in his vitality, growing drunk with passion and impending release. I cried out as I felt him teeter on the edge of his climax.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!" He started wailing. Suddenly he gripped my waist then rolled me under his body to slam his pistoning shaft into me at full force, his cock impossibly large and rigid. I was shuddering with his impending climax as it dragged me over the edge into a fire-fall of pleasure cascading into a powerful sucking climax of my own. If he had been mortal, Bruce would have been dead by now.

Bruce's sweating back arched as he threw his head up. His head lunged down, teeth bared. I gripped his neck with both hands to keep his fangs from my throat even as I rose to meet his thrusts. Crying out, he plunged his hardness deeply into my red flesh then held himself burrowed as far into me as he could get. He yelled as his balls released spraying their load of cum into my waiting flesh.

I screamed, shuddering as I was dragged into an abyss of shrieking pleasure, drowning in Bruce's vitality as he poured himself into my body.

"Oh God, bitch, you are one hell of a fuck," he growled hoarsely then collapsed.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," I whispered. I could see a mist of electric blue wreathing us both as his vitality clouded around me then it dissipated into my skin as I sucked the juice of his life into my hungry body.

"What...?" he moaned shaking as he felt his life rushing out of him. "What are you doing?"

"Having breakfast," I quipped writhing in ecstasy. His life force scorched through my vitals in a joyous blaze. I could feel the essence that was Bruce touching me viscerally in ways more intimate than sex.

A rush from a second orgasm screamed through me and I cried out shuddering and trembling beneath him. He moved feebly but couldn't summon the energy to even roll off of me. With a sigh, his eyes fluttered closed and he lay very still.

"By the way Bruce," I giggled, high from riding my second climax in a row, "my name is Lilith." I panted a moment. "As in the mother of demons." I laughed long and hard.

I shoved his inert form off of me onto the side of the bed where he laid face up, eyes closed. I curled around his exhausted form almost tenderly. Gazing at his collapsed body I realized that I'd aged him considerably. He now appeared to be a sixty-year-old man instead of his seemingly eternal twenty-four.

I took my time as I slid my needle sharp fangs into his defenseless throat. He wasn't quite unconscious and flinched, then sighed in soft ecstasy as I took his blood. I only needed a sip or two; my actual needs had already been met. I was more than sated.

Well damn, I guess I wasn't the only true vampire after all. If they were all as tasty as this one, I would never have to sip from mortals again, not when I could feast. Suddenly the future looked much brighter.

Bruce was still alive but just barely as I rose from his rumpled bed invigorated, as I had never been before. Passing in front of a mirror, I realized that I would have to quit my job. I had been transformed from a mature thirty-something to a sweet sixteen, possibly less.

I stepped out of the bedroom into the main sitting room to gather up my clothes shoving them into a pillowcase. Moving the curtains to the balcony, I saw that dawn was about twenty minutes away. I opened the sliding glass doors smelling the city and the beginnings of morning rising from the pavement.

Stepping out onto the balcony in all my naked glory, I gathered the renewed power that filled me. My scarlet locks floated about me in a cloud of force. My eyes blazing with hellfire, I stretched out and conjured my wings, another advantage exclusive to the Succubae.

They spread wide and seemingly delicate, the thin membranes stretched over the elegant bones. With a lunge, I stood atop the railing then vaulted into the blackness of predawn, gliding homeward on the updrafts across the sleeping city, laughing.

Fini.

(c) Copyright: Morgan Hawke (C) 2003

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