The night kept me cloaked in it’s onyx embrace. I was free to roam in it’s protection and enjoy whatever the evening had in store for me. I was making a habit of being low key now, keeping to the underbelly of the cities I dwelled within and making sure to cause no undue attention to myself. I was living well within their world, even if living by their standards and my own were quite different.
I walked among them just a random pale-haired female of above average appearance and clearly more taste in fashion. Though my thirst, that would always give me away.
It was my thirst that had me at the opening of the alley off Seventh street now. This was where the dibilitated buildings met cracked pavement and lonely souls sought to end their suffering. Tonight, I planned to aide them in that. The sounds of the city were nothing but a dull roar, background noise in comparison to all the hearts I could feel beating just for me. My heels echoed off the cement as I rounded the corner and turned into the alley that kept the back entrance of Seventh Heaven, some dive of a strip club. I was quite surprised though as I entered the alley that instead of finding dinner, I would become a voyeur.
I kept myself concealed by keeping to the far side of a dumpster and out of sight as I watched him thrust himself deeper into the back of her throat. His hands were tangled in her chestnut locks of hair, wound in fists as she bowed before him. Her body bent in an “S” shape, knelt on the pavement taking his length into her awaiting lips. She would attempt to rock herself back on her heels only to have his fists pulling her back to him each time with more force. Her eyes were welling up with tears as she tried to fight her bodies natural urge to gag and still she bobbed her head to meet his vicious onslaught of thrusts. I found the act itself a mystery, a confusing puzzle I did not understand. Not the act itself, that was no more than another form of sexual gratification. No the fascinating part came from the trust necessary. To shove the very thing that determined his manhood into an orifice designed for tearing meat. Yet he did so brutally, without fear.
He began omitting low guttural moans as his hips rocked like pistons and it became evident that he was nearing his end. It was in that moment that I made my move. Appearing soundlessly beside him and jerking his neck towards me I punctured his jugular with my incisors effortlessly. Like two porcelain plungers they penetrated his sinewy flesh and gripped onto the rubberband surface of the vein. I drank in heavily as he convulsed against me in a mixture of eurphoric orgasm and exquisite pain. The female was staring straight up at the scene, her eyes wide in terror as I fed from her partner. I lifted a single finger in her direction wagging indicating she keep herself exactly as she was until I finished. She did just that, swallowing hard as he released himself completely and involuntarily into her awaiting mouth.
I continued feeding upon him, taking long swallows of his very life’s essence until I felt his body began to slow beneath me. His pulse drumming to a much slower beat as I drained him and his partner satisfied him. Only when I felt him begin to go to the edge of death did I retract my fangs from him and release my grip on his throat. Dabbing my lips delicately and turning my back on them. Leaving them to wonder what had just happened and leaving me to lose myself back in the evening’s welcoming embrace.