Chloe could feel the hunger gnawing at her. She needed to feed. Her vision blurred as a primal urge pushed at her. Something savage demanded she drink deep. She had used so much vitae fighting off the group of attackers. She grabbed the blind woman by the hair an yanked back before sinking her fangs into her neck.
As Chloe straightened, she paused as she looked down. There was a pipe sticking from her stomach - the man managed to pierce her before dying. For mortal, it would've been a heavy wound... but for a vampire not so much. The pipe clinked on the ground as she removed it. Click, click, click. Her heels started clicking on the ground as she started moving to the last conscious person. Hearing the sound of the heels, and trusting her instincts, the woman started crawling away, blindly away from the sound. "Ah, ah, haa-" She breathed heavily moving faster as Chloe was coming closer. "-Gha! No please!" She managed to plead before Chloe grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. With a swift movement, Chloe ripped the choker of the mortal. ! A gasp escaped the white-haired woman as Chloe sank her fangs into her throat. The woman stopped struggling and she started moaning with orgasmic pleasure. Her nipples became hard, easily visible through the bra-less top and the Vampire could easily smell the sex juices. A sweet blood with a spicy sub-taste filled Chloe's mouth, her vitae slowly returning to the desired level. Woman's blood, while not of the best quality, was surprisingly... unique.
Her blood is different, but I’m so hungry that I don’t take time to contemplate it. As I drain her, I feel my wounds healing and my passion returning to normal. I feel her start to go limp, and I release her. I see the woman’s ratty jacket and put it on. It smells a bit, but it covers my exposed breast from where the dead man ripped open my dress.
"Yh-ahh~" The woman gives another orgasmic moan as she weakens. Spoiler: humanity 18,17,16,15,10,7 - 5 successes The thirst is there, but it has absolutely no control over Chloe. Not even when she was wounded. She licks the wound close and allows the woman to fall on the ground, unconscious, her face twisted in orgasmic bliss. The jacket, was of about good size. It's brand was good... but old, used... and not cleaned for some time. It smelled of alcohol and sex.
"Heh, one could argue I'm already there." Warwick says casually, rubbing up and down her womanhood. He moves backwards, sliding down the bed. "But now I'm going to take you to heaven." He leans forward, and begins to lick at Karen's pussy.
The woman shivered under the touch of vampire. The comment about taking her to haven made her shake a little as she clamped her mouth shut and continued glaring at the old man with defiance. Warwick knelt above the blond and pulled her legs apart - as her ankles were still tied with belt, it did not give him that much of space, but enough. The younger teacher tried to coil away, but old man grabbed her hips firmly. He pushed the material of her underwear aside, getting a view of the trembling pussy lips of fellow teacher for a first time. ! She bit her lips as she felt the tongue moving over her sex. He could feel the sweet juices on his tongue, the smell of excitement... And the blood cursing through her body. "Khy!" A slight gasp escaped her as he continued licking, the pussy becoming more and more lubricated, blood cursing faster. As much as she tried to deny it, she could not control the excitement of her body- ! "Yhm~" A moan escaped through her bitten lips, her body arching thrusting her full, bra covered breasts up, as Warwick's tongue moved deeper, grinding against her insides. He could feel the sex fluids filling his mouth and her body heating up.
Chloe's heels click in silent alley, as she leaves it, leaving behind a dead body and two unconscious ones. As she walks through the darkness, she notices a man waiting near the exit sitting on one of creates. "The victorious conqueror returns~" Hector smiled as Chloe approached him. He sniffed. "I smell blood... At least two strains~" He got up and walked up to Chloe. He cupped her cheek, his thumb moving over her lips, spreading the still present blood around it. "How was it?" He asked.
“They were scum like the kind that attacked me. But it wasn’t how I thought it would be. I thought I would feel a sense of catharsis. Now I realize the person that went in the alley that night was not the same woman you brought out,” Chloe relates as she takes off the whores jacket and throws it away before putting on her own from the back of the car. “The woman’s blood tasted different from the librarian and the girl you provided me. Is that common?”
Even as Chloe makes for the car, Hector doesn't move. "Vitae, has different taste for each person. Vegan will taste different, than MdDonald eater, bum will have lower quality than corpo, ill person will taste different than sportsman." He hummed. "Women, men, virgins, sluts, faithful, sinners - as many people, there are as many tastes... and that is good, because otherwise, spending eternity eating just one thing~ Brrgh~" He shuddered. "Be glad, you were not embraced by Ventrue - they are a really picky about their blood dolls... and I mean really picky." He got up. "There is another thing you should take into consideration. The law of Masquerade. No mortal, can witness our nature and be left aware of it." Hector raised the lid of create he was sitting on. Inside, Chloe noticed a very dead Francis. "If someone breaks that law, that someone will be sentenced to final death and hunted down." Her sire explained.
Chloe looks at the dead man. She feels no remorse or pity. He is no different than a dead deer on the side of the road. “I didn’t think anyone who saw me lived. The one guy I broke his neck. Of the other two men, one fled in terror, and the other I rendered unconscious. The woman was blinded and is currently asleep due to low blood,” she states. “So you are in charge of cleaning up my messes until I’m considered grown, so to speak?”
"That's not a wrong way of thinking." Hector nodded. "Until you are... experienced enough, to be considered your own, any action that you make, and mistake you will make, will be considered mine. You, my Childe, are now considered an extension of me." He nodded. "The two who are alive, had they seen something supernatural about you? Something that might make them tell stories or bring attention to you?" He asked.
“The man did not. I smashed a bottle over his head early on. The woman would have heard the man I killed ask what the fuck I was, but she was completely blind at that point. Plus, she is a drug addict. I doubt she will tell or be believed.”
Hector nodded as he pushed himself out of the crate, closing the lid on the dead man. "Very well then. I will take that you are finished here?" Hector asked as he looked at her. "You are... sated?"
“Yes, I am through. I quenched my hunger for the woman. It seems I prefer to drink from the fairer sex. Tell me, sure, what is next?”
Hector hummed, as he looked into the alley, then back at Chloe. "First, we will get you somewhere where you can get yourself in order." He looked down, at the place she was hurt. "Once you put yourself in order, I think I will give you the rest of the night free, for you to do whatever you want. How does that sound?" He suggested with a smile on his lips as he walked up to her and slid a hand around her waist.
“Well, I could use a new dress. That wanna be rapist ruined this one. And my makeup could use a bit of a touch up too. But after that, I wouldn’t mind going dancing at The Haven.” Just then, the alcohol and pills Chlie had injected earlier decided they had set on her stomach long enough, and she leaned over and wretched them up. “Is there a reason everything tastes so vile now?”
"Then we shall return to haven, to have our entertainment!" Hector declared, his voice grandiose, as he waved his hand into the night sky as if he was sweeping something away. Then, with a chuckle, he started leading Chloe to the car. As both of them sat in their seats and he started the engine, he decided to answer her question. "Ah... how do I explain this." The car started moving. "As, you are vampire know, your main substance is Vitae - not human food. Through, there are some who eat it and it tastes great for them... but those individuals who achieved this... are rare." He explained. "You can eat human food, but it's pretending... to be mortal. You are not a sheep anymore. You are wolf, pretending to be sheep. But the longer you keep the masquerade, the harder it becomes to keep it... for our nature, will demand for us to feed on sheep."
“Yes, I am learning that the things I used to care for hold little sway over me now. I just need to find my purpose.”
"You are immortal. You have all the time you in the world." Hector paused. "Unless you are killed. That is a real possibility." The lights of the night moved passed them, as if they were driving through space, and lights were stars. Hector hummed. "It' good to find interesting things, but don't rush it - enjoy them while you can. If you take them in to fast, you will be left with an itch and boredom. And for us, the Toreador, this is a torture. Tell me, what interests you, what fascinates you? Art? Dance? Combat? Or maybe knowledge?"
