Ladynight93
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Her tongue slid slowly over her crimson lips catching the single drop of sweet nectar that had escaped her. Lilith was old enough to eat her meals without making much of a mess, but she had never really grown out of the phase of playing with it first. Slumped at her feet was a young man, probably between the ages of 20-25. He has been cute enough, that’s why she had singled him out, the young ones always had hot blood in their veins which made them fun toys and delicious. Lilith hadn’t planned on ending his life but he was too wonderful, he had barely drank and was not a drug user so his blood was pure and sweet and his heavy arousal during her feeding just gave him a wonderfully rich taste similar to honeyed mead.
She lowered herself to the floor where his body had fallen to retrieve her bra which had been roughly removed moments before and caught the slightest flutter of a heartbeat. “Well I’ll be damned…” Lilith whistled impressed with the boy’s strength and will to live. Realizing that she was getting sloppy with her old age for assuming the poor bastard was dead. Most would have given up after the amount she had drained. She paused for a moment to consider her options. She could of course let him live, he might even last long enough to get help, but Lilith was a Vampire, a true, ancient vampire and her compassion and empathy had faded over a century ago. She was not overly cruel but neither was she merciful. She kissed his cool blued lips once more before finishing her meal. The last drops of his life seemed even sweeter then the first. It took her little more than a few seconds to return her bra to its place over her 34 D breast, covering her pert nipples. Winter winds were beginning to move in from the west but all she felt was pleasure as they moved across her skin, the moments after a feeding were always the most pleasant. All her senses enhanced and her mind in a slight state of euphoria.
The black lace of her undergarment contrasted the silver milky tone of her skin in a dark and erotic way. She pulled her black deep cut tank back over her head and picked up her formfitting leather jacket. She had adopted a cross between a biker chick chic and metal head bombshell. It had never been easier to hide in plain sight. Now big cities across the world were littered with crime and dead bodies, and thousands of people found themselves drawn to the darkness of night and all its terrible pleasures. She could hide amoung humans in ways that were never possible years before. There were some of her kind who missed the “glory days” of castles and the terrified village; but Lilith had finally freed herself from the bonds of humanity and come into her own to discover it was more fun to consume the human world then fade into it. She reached into the back pocket of her skin tight black jeans and removed her cell phone and quickly hit the speed dial 666. It was corny and gimmicky but she found it secretly hilarious, and she lived to entertain herself. “Disposal ma’am?” The male voice on the other line asked. “Yes” She looked at the street sign before continuing “West and Bishop, next to the Irish Pub.” She ended the call not waiting for a response. Lilith was not the oldest Vampire, nor was she one of the highest ranking or a day walker, but she was given certain privileges for being the oldest fully American vampire. In minutes a few young ones would be by to clean up the rest of her mess.
She turned to the mouth of the alley with a smile that promised both pleasure and mischief. Her heeled ankle boots echoed sharply on the cement which for some reason had always been a satisfying sound for her, the click of her heels in the silence of an ended hunt. Lilith’s skin almost glowed in the street lights (not in the god awful twilight sort of way) but simply by the science of light reflecting off of extremely pale surfaces. Except now there was a rosy glow to her face that had not been there a few moments prior, and her eerie grey storm eyes seemed to glow almost like molten silver. She had lured the young boy into the alley as she usually did with men, with her body. It was almost unfair. Humans were creatures so driven by sex and the need to spread their seed and vampires are so stunningly designed to lure them it was sometimes too easy. Lilith was built like an hourglass, with a large and perky chest that most humans thought was surgically enhanced, a tight waist and wide set hips with just the right amount of meat over top of them that they instantly called to a human’s need to procreate. Her rump was round and large driving the new wave of ‘assmen’ wild. Over the last 150 years or so she had become to change even more. Her hair, once a warm auburn, had darken and taken on a deep burgundy color almost like blood and wine mixed. Her face, still stunning had grown slightly more angular, and the blue from her eyes had drained leaving just grey steel behind. She had very little of her original human appearance left to her. Her parents had not been pilgrims or puritans, but had been Vikings who had landed on the eastern shores of America hundreds of years before the English. She was born as one of the first children of immigrants to America, and on her 16th birthday she was the only one left alive. She shook the dark and distant memory from her mind as her eyes focused on the faces drifting by her.
She had not ended a human’s life in a few months so the euphoria that came along with the last drops of life really took its effect on Lilith leaving her drifting slightly between her heightened senses and constant pleasure. She walked down one street followed by another. Shhe changed her plans, she would not be going home early that night, but instead taking advantage of her situation; it was promising to be a fun night indeed.
She lowered herself to the floor where his body had fallen to retrieve her bra which had been roughly removed moments before and caught the slightest flutter of a heartbeat. “Well I’ll be damned…” Lilith whistled impressed with the boy’s strength and will to live. Realizing that she was getting sloppy with her old age for assuming the poor bastard was dead. Most would have given up after the amount she had drained. She paused for a moment to consider her options. She could of course let him live, he might even last long enough to get help, but Lilith was a Vampire, a true, ancient vampire and her compassion and empathy had faded over a century ago. She was not overly cruel but neither was she merciful. She kissed his cool blued lips once more before finishing her meal. The last drops of his life seemed even sweeter then the first. It took her little more than a few seconds to return her bra to its place over her 34 D breast, covering her pert nipples. Winter winds were beginning to move in from the west but all she felt was pleasure as they moved across her skin, the moments after a feeding were always the most pleasant. All her senses enhanced and her mind in a slight state of euphoria.
The black lace of her undergarment contrasted the silver milky tone of her skin in a dark and erotic way. She pulled her black deep cut tank back over her head and picked up her formfitting leather jacket. She had adopted a cross between a biker chick chic and metal head bombshell. It had never been easier to hide in plain sight. Now big cities across the world were littered with crime and dead bodies, and thousands of people found themselves drawn to the darkness of night and all its terrible pleasures. She could hide amoung humans in ways that were never possible years before. There were some of her kind who missed the “glory days” of castles and the terrified village; but Lilith had finally freed herself from the bonds of humanity and come into her own to discover it was more fun to consume the human world then fade into it. She reached into the back pocket of her skin tight black jeans and removed her cell phone and quickly hit the speed dial 666. It was corny and gimmicky but she found it secretly hilarious, and she lived to entertain herself. “Disposal ma’am?” The male voice on the other line asked. “Yes” She looked at the street sign before continuing “West and Bishop, next to the Irish Pub.” She ended the call not waiting for a response. Lilith was not the oldest Vampire, nor was she one of the highest ranking or a day walker, but she was given certain privileges for being the oldest fully American vampire. In minutes a few young ones would be by to clean up the rest of her mess.
She turned to the mouth of the alley with a smile that promised both pleasure and mischief. Her heeled ankle boots echoed sharply on the cement which for some reason had always been a satisfying sound for her, the click of her heels in the silence of an ended hunt. Lilith’s skin almost glowed in the street lights (not in the god awful twilight sort of way) but simply by the science of light reflecting off of extremely pale surfaces. Except now there was a rosy glow to her face that had not been there a few moments prior, and her eerie grey storm eyes seemed to glow almost like molten silver. She had lured the young boy into the alley as she usually did with men, with her body. It was almost unfair. Humans were creatures so driven by sex and the need to spread their seed and vampires are so stunningly designed to lure them it was sometimes too easy. Lilith was built like an hourglass, with a large and perky chest that most humans thought was surgically enhanced, a tight waist and wide set hips with just the right amount of meat over top of them that they instantly called to a human’s need to procreate. Her rump was round and large driving the new wave of ‘assmen’ wild. Over the last 150 years or so she had become to change even more. Her hair, once a warm auburn, had darken and taken on a deep burgundy color almost like blood and wine mixed. Her face, still stunning had grown slightly more angular, and the blue from her eyes had drained leaving just grey steel behind. She had very little of her original human appearance left to her. Her parents had not been pilgrims or puritans, but had been Vikings who had landed on the eastern shores of America hundreds of years before the English. She was born as one of the first children of immigrants to America, and on her 16th birthday she was the only one left alive. She shook the dark and distant memory from her mind as her eyes focused on the faces drifting by her.
She had not ended a human’s life in a few months so the euphoria that came along with the last drops of life really took its effect on Lilith leaving her drifting slightly between her heightened senses and constant pleasure. She walked down one street followed by another. Shhe changed her plans, she would not be going home early that night, but instead taking advantage of her situation; it was promising to be a fun night indeed.
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