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The plan was simple: go out with the humans, pretend to be their friend, flirt, get someone alone, feed, and disappear. Sophia has done this for years, it’s a routine she’s memorized. She finds a new group of people to slowly drain out every twenty years, then she flees, disappears, changes her identity before people start asking questions about her not aging. Today was no different, except Sophia was having difficulty finding prey.
She’d smelt almost every blood type, she was biased to a few, others repulsed her. She can tell apart people by their scents, especially Marie. She’d been on her ass, trying too hard for Sophia’s liking. She hated people following her around, she hated them desperate, it wasn’t fun breaking them after.
The more unknown the better, the more they pull away the easier it is to pull them in, the more fun the anticipation of catching the prey is. Like Daniela. Always teasing her with a smile, handing her her daily dose of caffeine, and walking away moments after. It drove her insane sometimes, her outfits, her rings, the damn garter she always had on, peeking through her skirt. Daniela was an open canvas, ready to paint on, her presence always made Sophia dizzy, it’s her scent… it drives the older girl closer.
She can sense the latina’s heartbeat, she knows it speeds up around her, she just can’t do anything about it. Her nails dig into her palms as old ‘80s music plays through the bar. Everyone settles into a slow rhythm, Sophia’s eyes zoom in, scanning everyone. She can make people out in the dark much better, her vision’s a lot more enhanced. Her house keys spin around her thumb as she moves away from the bar, hand ghosting the waist of so many.
She leaves people with light touches, sees them turn around, too eager, not eager enough, freaked out, oops, none of them realize who it is. Sophia moves like a shadow through the crowd, so close yet untouchable. A few shoulders are tapped, a few ears whispered words in, none of them are piquing her interest tonight. Her veins pulse impatiently, fangs threatening to poke out. She doesn’t need blood to survive, but the older a vampire grows, the more reckless they get. The more feral they are. Sophia tries, it’s a must that she hides her identity from the crowd, but it’s hard to not bite into so many inviting necks.
A lot of them are AB+ from what she can tell. It’s her favourite to drink. The others she’s talked to could never tell the difference between blood types just from the way the heart pulsed, from the way the veins contracted, but Sophia had been around far longer. It had been three centuries since she was turned, since she killed her own lover because of the pure hunger that pumped through her arteries.
She can’t find the familiar pair of eyes that hate her. Or well, pretend to despise her. She’s lost her so-called friends, and doesn't want to think about what they’re getting down to. The moon is up high and she’s running out of time. What happens when time’s up? Nothing. Sophia will just bite into the first vessel of blood she sees. Her eyes land on the women’s washroom. Maybe. She pushes the blue door open, the faint smell of scented candle hitting her nose. Who the fuck burns candles in a washroom? Really strange place. She looks to her right, spots no one by the sink. But she can smell Daniela, she can feel her staring into the back of her head.
Sophia turns, a smirk spreading across her lips, hands finally relaxing from the fists they were balled up into. “Here to take my medicine,” She gives the girl her signature look. One that made so many at work crumble. It never works on her assistant, she’s always only handed her coffee and no words of conversation. Sometimes she gets a smile out of Daniela as a little achievement. The other doesn’t pay her attention, as always.
Sophia still remembers the last time they all came out for a work party. She’d let herself drink the beer, let herself feel drunk although the alcohol had no effect on her. She’d let herself lay on her bed and rest after a while. She hadn’t slept in years, she just didn’t need to. But she did that night, and all she could dream about was how Daniela tasted. The girl still thinks about it, how real it felt, how good it felt digging her teeth into the girl’s sinful hips.
Close isn’t close enough till she crosses the line, she needs to get her hands on her tonight. She fears she might lose it if she doesn’t. She’s tired of waiting for Daniela to acknowledge her, tired of her pretending to hate her less. Sophia walks up behind Avanzini as she washes her hands, she reaches into the other girl’s purse, pulling out her lip gloss. Daniela freezes, breath slowing down as she watches Sophia uncap the lip gloss, reaching forward to apply some on the younger girl’s lips. Daniela stares at her reflection in the mirror, it’s hazy. But Dani’s clear. What?
Daniela reaches forward, wiping the mirror with a tissue. Nothing. A chill runs down her spine as Sophia grounds her hips into hers. “Spread your lips, mahal.” Daniela only gulps, parting her lips, rubbing them against each other to blend in the gloss. She looks satisfied, putting it back into Dani’s purse. The younger’s breathing gets heavier, heart rate increasing as she feels her engulfing her waist, pulling her further into her. “Why do you keep trying to resist it?” Sophia whispers, lips pressing against her neck for a little, making sure the red of her lipstick is evident on her skin.
Sophia’s eyes glow red, they’re blood red. Daniela begins to squirm. She’s out of choices. Her blood rushes between her head and heart. But Sophia finds it endearing. She likes unpredictable fun, likes smelling the fear out of her. Are you listening yet? Daniela jerks in her arms, looking back, wide eyed. She’s in her head. “Ma’am, what—”
“I think we’re beyond the terms of you calling me ma’am,” She shuts Daniela up, her lips pressing against hers, Sophia easily picks her up, pressing her against the wall. For a moment Daniela forgot what just happened yet, stomach erupting in butterflies. But then she pulls away to take a breath, and Sophia’s eyes are still red and fuck, it’s not a dream. Sophia’s nails drag against Dani’s cheek, digging in hard enough to watch the blood trickle out. “What are you?” The younger gasps out, trying to struggle out of her grip but it’s no use, she’s too strong.
“Your worst nightmare,” and with that Sophia sinks her fangs into her neck. All Daniela hears is a moan before her head presses against the wall. Someone walks into the washroom, and Dani tries to let out one final cry for help before she blacks out. Sophia doesn’t make any moves, too engrossed by the latina. Her blood tastes like honey against her lips, she hasn’t felt real human taste in so long, she’s obsessed. It’s getting really hard for her to pull away. The feral vampire tendencies are taking over—she wants to drain Daniela, leave her helpless, then take care of her until she’s better, only to drain her all over again.
The woman behind Sophia gasps, about to call for help when Sophia snarls, eyes hypnotizing the other, making her forget what she saw. It’s the oldest trick in the book. It took her a while to master it, now she exercises it so freely. Sophia licks up the wound on Daniela’s neck, whining whilst having to pull away. Her hands wrap around her neck, eyes blinking slowly as she feels her heartbeat rise at her choking her. She likes it. Fuck.
When Daniela wakes up, she’s in her own room, laying peacefully in bed. Her hand shoots up to her neck, tracing around to feel the wound. Nothing. What the fuck? “Vampire blood heals,” Sophia starts, lowering the sleeve of her shirt as she walks into her bedroom. Daniela jumps up in her place, scoffing. “Vampires aren’t real, and what am I—” Daniela didn’t know what was more confusing. The fact that she was suddenly in her bed when she knew for a fact she had spent five hours picking this outfit out to go to the club, or Sophia’s eyes glowing red earlier, if that was even real, or the fact that she literally works for Sophia.
“This is a dream, a very odd one, huh.” She mumbles to herself as Sophia settles down by the edge of the bed next to her. One of her hands hover over her. “Are you sure?” Sophia gives a small, teasing stroke to Daniela’s clit over her panties. Her hips jerk, hand grabbing onto Sophia’s toned one. She smirks at her, but Daniela shakes her head. Sophia uses it to her advantage, pulling her over her lap by the hand she was holding onto. She positions Daniela so her ass is over her knees, giving her perfect access to the younger.
The older’s fingers pull at her panties, so hard they rip in an instant, her nails tearing through the fabric. Daniela can only gasp as Sophia’s hand comes down on her, jerking her body forward. “Tell me you’re sorry, c’mon baby.” Daniela shakes her head yet again, refusing to admit it. Sophia scoffs, bringing her hand down harder. “You’re such a brat.” She can’t believe the younger girl. Her eyes flash red again, hands moving to stuff her panties into her mouth, letting her taste her own arousal. “Does this turn you on?” Daniela’s eyes roll to the back of her head at another particularly hard slap. She moans, noise muffled by her panties, her eyes are beginning to close.
Sophia doesn’t relent, continuing her assault till Daniela’s reduced to a teary mess. She unbuckles her belt, only going at it harder, till Daniela cries out so loud her panties fall out of her mouth. “Okay, it’s real, it’s real, ‘m sorry.” Daniela pants out, ass red from her hands, her mark imprinted into the younger. Sophia flips Daniela around, sitting her up in her lap as she smiles. She rips the one piece of cloth left on her. Her eyes immediately drop to the swell of her breasts, mouth parting in hunger.
She takes a nipple in her mouth, eyes closing as she feels how well they fill her mouth, she sucks as much as she can, teasing Daniela, twirling her tongue around her nipple, getting it as sensitive as possible. “Sophia, please, soph—” Daniela’s cut off as she bites into her underboob. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as Daniela’s blood fills her mouth again, God. She can’t get enough. She pulls off, only to bite down on the younger’s other breast, trying to suck out as much blood as she can. Daniela can barely resist her, hands knotting and tugging at the strands of her hair, whimpering along to her. The younger felt so good, so used, it was only making her wetter.
Sophia doesn’t detach herself from Daniela’s skin, laying her down on the bed gently as she gives one last squeeze. When Sophia pulls off, Daniela can see how feral she’s gotten compared to earlier. Her fingers find her clit, rubbing teasingly till the younger’s back arches. “Sophia, fuck, put it in, please, baby,” Daniela gasps out as two of her fingers enter her. She grabs onto her pillow with one hand, eyes closing. Sophia’s going so fast, already trying to milk more moans out of the younger. She’s so obsessed with the sound of her human. Her pretty little problem.
“Sophia, oh, god, holy shit,” Daniela cries out. Sophia’s mouth parts, blood dripping down her fangs onto the latina’s stomach. Her blood. Daniela’s eyes shoot open, looking at the sight in front of her. Sophia looks at her like she’s never seen a lady crumble against her fingers before. She’s salivating watching Daniela make a mess. Her hand wraps around her breast, squeezing and playing with the nipple as she goes faster, curling her fingers till the latina screams.
“Scream my name, baby, c’mon, I’m waiting. Be a good slut for me,” Sophia smirks, lips crimson red from her blood. Daniela fists the sheets, crying out for her, legs beginning to twitch. “Sophia, please, wanna come,” Daniela whimpers out, Sophia shakes her head. Evil. “Do better, you wanna impress me, don’t you?” She groans, “Please, wanna be so good for you, let me come please,” She can only mumble out words, thoughts struggling to form behind her eyes.
Sophia’s mesmerized watching blood trickle down from her lips to Daniela’s stomach, only speedening up her fingers more, rubbing her clit torturously as she comes. “Naughty girl,” Sophia growls as Daniela tries to get up, pushing the blood down her body. Sophia pauses in her steps, looking down at Daniela’s pussy, so eager to be touched again. She bites her lips. She’s fucked. Before Daniela realizes, Sophia’s thrown her legs over her shoulder.
“Oh, my fucking god. Sophia, I’m sensitive—no—Jesus.” She gasps out, grabbing onto the bedsheet with both her hands. Daniela’s blood mixes with her come, only making it more heavenly for Sophia. She can’t help it, wants to consume her whole, leave her a mess for her and her only. Sophia smears it all over the latina’s stomach, licking it all up, reaching new heights as it mixes with Daniela’s blood. ‘Mine,’ she traces with her tongue, lapping and sucking on her clit till her legs are shaking. “Sophia I won’t last, I can’t, I’m… too easy, please,” Daniela cried out like it’ll help. Not when Sophia’s so feral over the scent of her, over her presence, over the way her heart is beating so fast she’s afraid it might stop.
She relishes in the taste of her as she releases into her mouth again. “My slut, my baby, mine,” she mumbles, far too gone. Her fangs sink into Daniela’s inner thigh, draining her one last time, leaving her mark there only so she never forgets. Even when Sophia’s gone. She drinks from Daniela till she’s weak, till she’s begging for her to pull away.
She watches Daniela pass out, admires her till she eventually wakes up again so she could run her a bath.