Thread: Creature of the Night (PatientOne & MetalMelissa)

With her eyes closed and her every sense focused on the man she held, the fledgling killer never heard the approach of the Shade. At first there was heat and pleasured moans, and her every fibre was primed for her release from hunger with a single, delectable bite a moment later the force of her meal stumbling from her grasp. Her eyes opened and she snapped her head towards where he was falling, turning, gazing past her with a mixture of anger and confusion in his surprised eyes. They widened in fear and she turned to follow them, rage beginning to rise within her as she looked upon the dark-clothed figure who would dare to rob her of that which she needed most. Now every fibre of her being tensed in anticipation of attack her lips hung slightly ajar, her chest rose and fell deliberately, and she seethed upon the strangerbut something held her in check. Still the fire within curled her hands into fists, and still she felt the urge to murder him where he stood, but an unnameable feeling kept her rooted to the spot, wrathful eyes transfixed upon him even as she heard the frantic fumbling of her would-be victim clambering to clothe himself and flee, not taking the time to do one before the other. You will pay for that, she snarled, pressing her fingers into her palms. Since the change there had been much that she failed to understand, and why she didn't pounce upon her victim's saviour right then and there was the latest. Her senses had changed, in many ways had become more animalistic, but here she was frozen between fight and flight, too angry to engage the latter, held from the former by some new sensation. Killing humans relentlessly has gained you a lot of attention youngling. Our race is not fond of individuals who draw this much attention... Steely aggression lingering in her features, the streetwalker-turned-nightwalker felt her breath catch a moment, and when it returned it came more slowly than before. Our race... Did he say our race? She found herself with little time to reflect, blank fascination smoothing out the creasing of her features at the sight and scent of the vial that the stranger produced. For one fleeting moment her eyes flickered upwards, akin to the final glance of an animal who has been deliberating over whether or not to accept a proffered gift. Then she snatched it from him with both hands and gazed into the thick, sanguine liquid. She scarcely heard his words, and comprehended them even less. The bottled blood smelled divine, set her nerves to tingling, and bringing it to her lips she tilted back her head and gorged herself upon it. Her first taste of vampire blood was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, perhaps vaguely similar to her first meal since the change, but so amplified that it was hardly comparable. Her entire body seemed to grow warm, her head swam, and her rage and hunger faded to a blissful sensation that touched even the private spot between her thighs. She gave a sated sigh as she drank down her feed, half-emptying the vial before a short-lived dizziness made her stop. Who are you? she asked, still clutching the vial in one hand. Her eyes were wide with fascination, and the green in her eyes grew more vibrant. She was smiling too, not warmly or in greeting, but with the delight of a hitherto unfelt pleasure. It was the kind of smile one might expect from a mental patient, one fed by private delusions and a sense of the discovery of some great unknown secret. Tilting her head to inspect him, she narrowed her eyes again and scrutinised Alexander, her sense of wonder giving way to cautious curiosity when she discerned that this was not the one who turned her.