Vamp I'd been cruising the bars for hours, heels scuffed on the cobbles the fur coat keeping me warm against the chill of the night. I knew I must feed soon, as I headed down the canal towpath to the last seedy pub I could remember, its nacrous light shone like a beacon against the glint of the dark water. I ordered my Bloody Mary and sat at a lonely table, the room murmuring with the late clientele. At the end of the bar, all alone, leaned a pathetic figure, just the sort to fulfill my hunger. He was fairly tall, even slouching in his threadbare jacket, obviously the worst for life and the drink clutched in his hand, I adjusted my pencil skirt to show a little more stocking and spreading my lure I offered him a smile. He teetered over to me and lazily leaned against my table, his stale beer breath almost making me wretch, "Care for some company?" he said, feigning disinterest. My girly assent encouraged him down beside me, what dregs of humanity I'm reduced to feeding on, but when this hunger is on me there's nothing to which I won't resort. A few beers later he offered to walk me home via the kebab shop, such a charmer, I thought, I would enjoy putting an end to his misery. We lurched down the lane, my arm linking his, stopping at the burger van where he bought his greasy kebab and continued on, him stuffing the putrid flesh into his mouth soiling his body, the very thing I needed. "My house is only round the corner", he leered, "wanna come in for coffee?" My arm squeezing around his waist drove him on and he led me up to this faded green door to a house that looked more squalid than him. Stumbling in he led me up a flight of creaking stairs, the smell of musty dampness brought a light of cold cruelty into my eye as I followed into what served as his living room and bedroom by all accounts, evidence of old chip wrappers lay strewn around his blankets. "This used to be my grandparents house" he mumbled, "I never bothered getting the gaslights replaced". I shook off my fur, showing him my figure in the little black dress as my craving spurred me on, enticing him to caress my rump with his hand, which looked like a pianists' hand now I could see it in the harsh light. I clutched at his coarse trousers as I felt the hunger grow on me. His filthy breath at my neck made my blood sing as I tore at his clothes, desperate for satisfaction, I could feel his hardness building as his hands hitched up my skirt, I knew that finally here was someone with fire in his blood, soon to be mine. I dragged down his pants as I slid to my knees, making him stumble back against the peeling dresser, pressing my cold cheek against the heat of his loins. His stiffened member seeking it's way between my lips, gorging down my throat as my face is squashed into his coarse hairs, the cup of my mouth releases him to draw his length out, my venomous teeth raking along his pulsing shaft the tongue tasting the throb of blood. I rhythmically suck this pungent cockflesh, goading him to give me all I need as my hair tangles his fingers. I drag him out of me, sloppy spit garbling my words, "I want you in me, hard!" I turn my back to him, spreading my elegant heels, my buttocks sweaty with the anticipation, soon now.. soon, I'll suck it all from him! I feel him pierce me with his rancid cock, stuffed to the hilt as I reach back and dig my crimson nails into his flesh, he cries with the ecstasy of me, thrusting as my talons claw him. I lean back against him drawing his throat to my lip, muttering the dark obscenity, my tongue tasting his flesh again and again while my teeth bare to draw his soul, I feel the pump of his seed within me scalding as he dips towards me and I look up into those dark, hollow eyes. Then his sharp fang slashes my neck in one sure stroke and he drank the life from me, one sweet sip at a time.
