She smoothed the last wrinkle from her stockings, her red nails contrasting with the black lace. She stood, slipping into her heels, moving to check her outfit in her mirror. He always picked out the nicest lingerie for her, why she never really understood.
A faint smile formed as she turned back and forth, surveying herself. A body girls half her age would die for, well some nearly had. “So how do I look?” She turned to face him, pirouetting for the man sitting in the shadows, his face obscured. “No comment? Well, there never is. Why do I bother to ask?”
She took the dress from the bed, pulling it on as she walked over to him, turning, waiting for him to zip her up. The routine performed by rote. His hand pinched the fabric, pulling the zip up in one fluid motion, never touching her flesh. She stalked back to her mirror, checking her make up one last time. “Any final instructions?” She turned to face him. His hand rose from the shadows, a finger pointing towards the open bedroom door. Typical, can’t even say goodbye.
A small line was forming when her cab pulled up outside the club, she walked confidently past them towards the doorman, queuing wasn’t in her repertoire.
“Miss, you’re going to have to the join the line, no exceptions here.” The doorman turned, the click of her heels alerting him of her approach.
She let her ankle slide and stumbled forward, his hand shooting out to steady her, right on cue. “Oh thank you that could have really hurt.” Her hand in his, gaze locking onto his eyes, transfixing him, “I really think I should go right in, don’t you?”
“Go right in Miss, enjoy your evening.” He turned back to the line, face hardening, quieting the cries of dissent rising from the queue. She smiled as she headed into the club. Sometimes it was far too easy.
This early the club was far from full. The dance floor empty as groups sat at tables drinking; the burble of conversation still audible over the music. Soon enough that would increase in volume and tempo, dragging people from their seats with its incessant beat, assuming the DJ knew his job. She watched the men from the corner of her eyes as she strode to the bar, noting those that followed her progress and those that pretended not to, enjoying the game, drinking in the attention. Selecting a high stool with space on either side she sat, back to the bar, she completed her scan of the room, nothing worthy of her attention here yet, well not for her full attention anyway, though she was sure she would find exactly what she needed.
“What can I get ya?” The voice was older, more world weary than she’d expected for a place like this.
“Vodka lime, plenty of ice.” Her gaze was drawn to a new group entering the club, laughing loudly, striding over to an occupied corner booth. One of the men leaned on the table, clearly advising the occupants to move on. She watched the doormen; they weren’t looking at the new group, despite the conversation rising above the music. Interesting.
“Here you go, though if I were you I’d drink this one, find a nicer place up town for the evening.”
She smiled, perfect time to start the fun and games, “Oh I don’t know, this place looks like a pretty good place to party.”
“Miss, I tell it like it is. Not all that come here play by the same rules as most.”
“Don’t worry, I think I can look after myself.” She turned, her hand reaching out to touch his, eyes moving to capture his gaze. Dark green wells stared back, a deep, dark abyss that tore into her soul, laying her bare. Eyes that she couldn’t turn to her will, or break away from. Her heart beat faster than it had any right to.
She blinked, hand jerking away from his, snatching her glass from the bar, downing half the drink in one gulp. What the fuck just happened?
“Ahh now. Well, that changes plenty don’t it?” The barman chuckled, an entirely mirthless sound. “I’ve no need to be concerned about you. But be warned, I’ll be keeping my eyes on you. You pick careful who you leave here with tonight.”
All she could do was nod, toss off the rest of the drink and hold the glass out for a refill.
“Never been on the wrong end of that have you?” He took the glass, pouring a large belt of vodka into it, holding it out to her, “and you can pay for these, I don’t expect you’ll be buying another one tonight.”
“Like that’s going to happen.” Her pulse slowed, she risked a glance at him, making fleeting eye contact. Tired, old eyes stared back at her, the menace gone.
“Oh I like you, for now.” He turned away, the threat in his words not even thinly veiled. She starred into her glass; well this wasn’t how the evening was meant to start.
She sipped her drink, welcoming the warmth as it slid down. Calm returning, it was time to get back to the job in hand. She’d deal with the barman when the time came, good or bad. Turning to face the room once more she scanned the ever filling club, someone in here had to be the answer to her bigger problem. Tonight she would find the key.
“So you come here often?” The line delivered from over her shoulder.
“First time, you always use the good old ones?” She glanced over her shoulder, tall, dark, cute enough. She turned to face him, tossing her hair as she spun round. His grin was fixed, mouth slightly open, searching for a good come back no doubt. He wasn’t the one, but he was the one who would buy champagne, and right now that was perfect. “Tell you what, buy the lady some champagne and we can work on that line?” Fixating him with sparkling eyes she smiled as he fished into his pants for his wallet, time for some fun.
***
The club was full, music drowning all but the most intimate conversations. There had been a steady flow of wannabes trying to win her over. She’d enjoyed twisting their tails, fighting line with line, flirting when they pushed on, drinking the offered booze. One had even tempted her, aroused her interest, right until the weight of two dark eyes fell upon her, chilling her despite the heat of the club.
It was time to make her move; she’d spotted him hours before, sitting with the group that entered after her. While most of the men were loud and cocky, he had sat calmly drinking, chatting to a string of young ladies as they came and went. None of them held his interest for long, even the one that had managed to get her hand right up his thigh. She’d been throwing him glances, waiting for him to look, and then feigning indifference, looking elsewhere. She had his interest, now it was time to seal the deal.
She allowed herself to stare in his direction, their eyes locking, holding for a long second before she looked away, smiling, he was hers. Her latest suitor was droning on about something or other, he’d be the perfect tool. “Tony, let’s dance.” She slipped off her stool, taking his hand, pulling him into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.
“I, errr, don’t really dance so well.”
“Well you stand still and I’ll do the moving.” She put both arms around his neck, moving in close before she began to sway with beat, manoeuvring him closer to the corner and her mystery man. Tony went along with it, grinning as they moved in time. He was right; he really couldn’t dance.
The DJ changed the music, a heavy bass beat with an upbeat tempo, almost as if he knew exactly what she wanted. She pressed herself close to Tony, hips moving to the rhythm, turning, she pushed her arms high above her head, crushing her cleavage tighter as she ground against the immobile Tony. Her target’s eyes were on her, she could feel them, as she turned back she caught him standing, heading in her direction. Perfect.
She took Tony’s head in her hands pulling him down for a lingering kiss, breaking it when a hand appeared on Tony’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, I’m cutting in.” His tone totally matter of fact, not a hint of a question.
“Hey, err, what.... dude I think I....” She took Tony’s head back in her hands, kissing him once more.
“Thank you for a wonderful night Tony, I think it’s time you went home now.” Her eyes locked on his, hand stroking gently on the nape of his neck. He would have been a fine catch, back when the choice was hers alone.
“Yeah, time for me to go, work tomorrow... yeah.... can I get your.... err... bye.” Tony stumbled off, heading for the door, mumbling to himself.
A path to the bar opened between the throng, he was watching, arms folded. There was a slight nod before the gap closed. Jesus, did dad approve of her choice? Wasn’t that fucking great!
“Something wrong?” The question brought her back. She looked at him, amused by her apparent discomfort.
“No, though I thought you wanted to dance, not talk?” She offered him her hand, dropping her perfect smile back in place.
“Whatever the lady desires.” He took her hand and moved in close, moving to the beat and sliding them deeper into the melee, pushing all the right buttons.
Boy could he dance.
***
Their clothes left a trail of desire to the bed, where their bodies writhed, clad in a sheen of perspiration. He was everything she had hoped, young, strong and arrogant. The perfect prey both her and him. She rolled on top, straddling his waist, pushing down, savouring how hard he was.
“I think it’s time for me to take control.” She leaned forward, hands sliding beneath the pillows, her breasts falling enticingly into his face, she paused as he sucked and teased her ripe nipples, a low moan escaping her lips before she moved back, sliding herself along his cock, the pair of handcuffs dangling from her hand, “You don’t need your hands for what I’ve got in mind.”
“You really think those would stop me?” He chuckled, cocky in his dominance.
“Maybe not, but do you really want to miss out on what I’ve planned?” an ever-so slight wiggle of her hips drew the expected moan, his arms falling back onto the pillows, wrists close to the metal bedstead, “Now there’s a good boy.” She leaned forward again, fastening the cuffs to his wrists, stretching his arms out wide, trap complete.
“Do I have to call you Madam? I’m not big on authority you know.” He rattled the cuffs against the bed, eyes fixed on hers.
“Only if you want to, lie back and enjoy the ride.” She leant in and kissed him, tongue thrusting forcefully into his mouth, silencing his next pithy remark.
She broke the kiss, raised herself and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy, allowing the tip to slip easily between her lips, savouring the hardness before taking him deep inside, filling her. She paused, gripping firmly with practised ease.
“Jesus, that feels fucking tight.” The words one long moan.
“If you like that you’ll be amazed by what’s to come.” She eased the pressure, rising up, rocking as his tip reached her entrance, sliding back down, grinding against his pelvis, tightening her grip once more. Oh yes. You’ll be amazed, astonished, desperate, scared even, before the end comes.
They settled into a steady rhythm, his hips moving in time with hers as she varied the pace and pressure, his head falling back on the pillows, eyes closed, breathless words no longer English, another language few ever heard more than once.
She allowed herself a triumphant smile, how pathetically easy this was, hardly any challenge at all. A few more years and he’d have been much more cautious, prolonging the game. Pity, he was pretty cute, and a really good fuck.
She sensed a shift in him, an urgency, she moved forward, kissing him as she moved faster, short thrusts matching his, pulsing against his rock hard cock. Moving to kiss his neck, nibble his ear, leaving her neck perfectly exposed for when the time came; some traditions had to be observed.
He cried out triumphantly, the first spurt of seed erupting inside her, his mouth moving to her neck, biting hard, expecting a hot rush of blood to drench his mouth.
“What the fuck are you?” his cry turned to wail as the liquid seeping into his mouth was not the rich red human blood he craved.
She laughed as she leaned back, holding him deep inside her, absorbing his vital energy with every buck of his cock. Watching as he fought against the handcuffs, already too weak to break the mystically enhanced restraints.
“Succubus... you don’t need it all?” His voice was weak, old, the ancient within crying its desperation to survive.
“All? No, I can never take all your essence. You know only wood can do that. But I shall drink my fill, feast on you. You may just be the key to my salvation.” He was spent, yet she gripped him, forcing every last drop from his husk. His vitality filling her, her skin glowing as she gorged on his energy.
She rose, leaving the vampire to pathetically pull at the restraints, blood oozing from its wrists. She looked at her mirror, this time she would be free.
The door exploded inwards, crashing into the wall, his shape silhouetted in the frame. “Time for you to go back hussy, your work is done.” He began the chant, words that pulled at the edge of her being, her world shifted.
“Not this time.” She took up the chant, words clashing in tone and timbre, high and low, light and strong. His flint grey eyes starring deep into her sapphire blue orbs. The room shrank, words expanding, squeezing the space between them, till his eyes were all she could see.
The power thrilled her, how strong that vampire had been. Her body shuddered as she let the words take control, channelling the essence so recently drained from her prey. This time she could beat him, break the bond, and be free. She held his gaze, eyes locked. Then he winked.
His cadence changed, softening, easing into intertwine with hers, a familiar heat beginning to spread across her skin. Concentrate, he mustn’t get to me, I’m so close.
Her back arched, nipples ripening, aching to be stroked and teased, she couldn’t resist as her hand moved to comply. Stroking around her areole, a low moan breaking her chant, eyes closing as she felt herself surrender to his spell. No, I can’t let this happen, I’m so very close, and yet...
She felt her hand slip down over her skin, surrendering to the fire building within her, seeking release. It reached her cleft, sliding easily between her silky lips, stroking as her hips moved in time with the beat his words. She could resist no more, her finger slid up to her clit, circling, savouring its hardness, Oh good no, but yes...
She cried, her orgasm spiralling out from her pussy, muscles in spasm, the wave of pleasure cascading through her body, the room spinning as it consumed her.
Silence. She opened her eyes, looking out into the bedroom once more. He strode to the bedside, removed a stake from his coat and impaled the vampire. She watched with morbid fascination as the beast within consumed itself, desperate to cling onto its parasitic existence, burning the body in a cool fire till dust remained. She wouldn’t weep for its passing; it had failed to help her break free.
He sat on the end of the bed, starring at her in the mirror. “Did you really think you had a chance of breaking the bond?”
She shrugged, casting her eyes down, appearing meek. She looked up, there was one final slither of hope her ordeal would soon be over. She extended her arms, balled fists at their end. She opened both twice, palms out. Twenty.
A few seconds passed, his shoulders began to rock, a thin laugh filling the room. “Twenty kills? You really think that’s what I meant when I trapped you?” He shook his head, his face set in its natural scowl once more. “On no, the twenty to which you’re beholden are the twenty you stole from me: Years.”
Rage, despair or a combination of the two took hold. She screamed at him, shouting into the silence. She beat against the impermeable wall of the mirror, blood flowing from cracked knuckles, the animal within desperate for release. Twenty years? He couldn’t be serious.
She collapsed back, chest heaving with the exertion, starring into his impassive face. Yes, he was deadly serious.
“Got that out of your system? Twenty years you stole from me in that one night of fun, taking you fill, leaving me for dead.” He leaned forward, eyes boring into hers, “I spent five years locked inside my own mind, listening to the doctors talking about turning off my life support, only a nightmare for company.”
He stood, paced. “Another five trying to learn to walk and function as a human being, all the while knowing you were out there, stealing other people’s futures.” He stopped, turning to stare at her in the mirror once more. “Granted the last ten passed much faster, learning what I needed to bind you to my will, tracking you down, killing a few of your kind along the way.”
He sat back onto the bed, watching for a reaction. She was drained, the last ebbs of the vampire’s vitality spent. She knew what was coming next, did she deserve this? She was no saint for sure, but that was her nature. Shivering, she drew her legs up, hugging them close to her body, alone in the void. She’d only done the things she’d done to survive, hadn’t she?
“Time for you to contemplate that for a while I think. Dream a dream my sweet, I’ll summon you when I have a need.” He clicked his fingers, ties holding a heavy velvet drape atop the mirror unwound, allowing it to cascade down the surface, the last thing she saw the hate manifest in his face. Her world turned black.
