“It’s you,” she gasps. His strong hands grasp her upper arms to steady her and Anya leans close letting his scent envelop her. All thought fades as the hunger takes over.
“Indeed, my name is Foster. Would you join me for a drink?”
Anya nods, he takes her hand and leads her to a couch in the corner. He sits down and reaches for her hand to pull her to him. Anya carefully sits her glass of wine on the table beside him. Looking down at him, she can see that he is a vampire, but she no longer fears him.
He tugs and she tumbles against his body with a gasp. Foster grins and says something, but she can only hear the sound of her heartbeat as it begins to slow down to half beats. Her hand moves up his body, and his grin fades as he mistakes the hunger in her eyes for passion.
Anya allows him to kiss her and she tastes him. He tastes of a tangy honey, sweet and enticing. Her hands, fists into his hair and she straddles him, causing his eyes to flash with surprise when she sinks her teeth deeply into his throat. “Oh, God. Yes…” He hisses and his hand cups her ass.
She drinks, siphoning his pulsing nectar into her parched body and with every pull he loses more of his immortality. Anya hums and leans away from him, surprised to see his once black eyes are now blue. He hears a thump in his chest as his heart begins to beat.
“What have you done to me?” He shouts and shoves at her. His strength is gone, and he stares at her in revulsion. Foster looks at his hands and his black nails are now a soft pink. He feels for his fangs with his tongue and finds nothing! Just normal teeth. He tries to run, but he is drained of his abilities and his limbs feel heavy. “NO!!!” He shrieks in agony
Horrified at her actions, Anya races across the crowded room before he can move. She spots the bathroom, ducking inside, she runs to the mirror and rinses her mouth with water from the sink. Using a paper towel, she washes the blood from her face. “What have you become?” Her eyes are brighter, the black ring around her orange is striking. Her skin is dewy, and she can see the power glistening beneath it. Laughter explodes into the room as a group of women enter. Two step into stalls, while one watches and waits.
Anya turns to dry her hands on a towel and that scent once again calls to her. Stronger this time, her head whips around in surprise and she looks at a female vampire leaning against the wall. Anya’s nose flares and her eyes can now see the power pulsing around the creature. Her vision is sharper, allowing her to see in the dim light, and the immortal creatures glow with a power that distinguishes them.
“You look different, why?” Anya asks and moves closer to the red-haired vamp. Her powder white breasts are pushed up in a corset and she is dressed in a tight mini skirt with thigh high boots.
“The question is, do you like what you see?”
Anya grins, she moves closer and the intoxication of her scent surrounds her. Black eyes meet amber and the vampire is caught like a spider in a web. Unable to move, she can only watch in astonishment as Anya’s teeth emerge. With a hand on her waist, Anya sniffs, seeking the pulsing vein that promises her ecstasy. This time, when her teeth sink into the perfect marble skin, Anya savors the flavor and she slowly sucks the strong powerful essence from her prey.
Anya is powerless to resist the urge to feed. Her groan of desire fills the room and when the two young women emerge from the stalls, they are shocked silent. Anya turns and spears them with her new vision. Immobile, the young women are forced to watch in horror as she returns to finish her meal. When the rich blood begins to slow and finally stops, Anya hums in frustration. The beautiful vampire is now a dried up husk that sifts to ash inside a pile of clothes.
“More!” Anya demands. No longer fighting the pull, she turns to the other two women and circles them, sniffing. “No.” They smell to her like the vodka, colorless and flavorless. She slams her way out of the bathroom, heading directly to the great room to seek out more like this one. The young ladies left behind remain stationary, unable to act, speak or move. Anya feels invincible as the power of the blood coursing through her amplifies her new gifts. Once again, the aroma calls to her and draws her onto the dance floor.
The music beats at her and she begins to move, dancing and swaying to the melody. With her arms over her head, she calls to the immortals and they move in. Unable to resist the demand they circle her. The two women in the bathroom are released from the trance holding them and run screaming into the club. Men and women alike grind against Anya’s body, playing with the new human in their midst. If only they knew she was the ultimate predator, but her new abilities camouflage her vampiric skills and she lures them into her orbit.
Intoxicated by the scent of all that powerful blood, Anya only watches when two of the vamps each take a wrist. Her eyes open in a rush of pleasure and pain when they bite her. One whispers to her of a world of pleasure, which is waiting to be
