Moon abruptly took Laina by the wrist; they weaved their way through the revelers, up two flights of stairs, pass his security and into his private office. Laina surveyed the darkened interior. Shadowy rooms always unnerved her but here in his presence she felt at ease.


“You have good…”


Before he could finish her sentence, Moon pinned her against the door, greedily devoured her lips under a passionate kiss, holding her head as if he’d crush it in his gluttonous need for her. His entire body shook with when his lips touched hers. His hunger slowed until all that hung between them was an unhurried lingering need to experience one another in a way they never could before


Laina took a short breath, stunned by his sudden aggressiveness, then relaxed under his mouth.


Moon could taste her desire and need for him. His canines sharpened. He stopped, placing his forehead on hers. “You should leave,” Moon intoned with a sense of desperation. “I can’t control myself. You’re not safe.”

Laina kissed him. She could feel his fangs pressing against his lips. “I’m here.”



“Yes, but you shouldn’t be, Laina. Why did you come?”


“But I am,” she held his face desperate to met his eyes. “I’m here because once I love someone, no matter what they do, I can't stop loving them.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it as to be, please. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” She kissed him once more and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. “Don’t you don’t want me?”


Moon gritted his teeth. “Of course I want you.” He removed her top and cupped her breasts, placing tender kisses on her nipples.


She let slip a quiet moan. “Then why’d you kept me waiting for a year before meeting you in person and then threaten to have me thrown me out of the club?” She disposed of his pants and freed his strong cock from its confines.


“You know why,” He pressed into her, kissing her hard while removing the last of her costume and spun her away from him, leaning her against the door.


“I don’t need your protection. Stop treating me like a child. Ohhh fuck!” Laina cried through her teeth.


Moon rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, still wet from their dance floor explorations. “Then what do you want?” His lips traced her shoulders, steering clear of her neck.


“I want you to make love to me,” Laina panted as Moon teasingly slipped into her shallows and retrieved with a sucking sound.


“Tell me what you really want.”


“I want you to make me immortal. Oh shit!!” she screamed.


With sublime gentleness, Moon held either side of her hips and stroked balls-deep into her, finding his rhythm between her labia: long, deep strokes that paused at their apex. Again and again and again he moved…in and out. Her rasping ululations for more and infinitely sweet anemone-like pussy fed his carnal appetite to fuck her off her legs. The scent of her blood filled his nostrils. He shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts.


Pulling out, Moon forced her arms backwards; securing them at the small on her back by the wrist and used them to guide her to the couch. He sat. She straddled his lap, her hips gyrating to their own feral keening volition. This time it wasn’t about him. If he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, then his cock would be tied to the whipping post. She was five pounds of wrath in a four pound bag.


Moon pinned from behind her, and pulled her close, their mouths devouring one another’s. “Fuck Laina,” he growled into her mouth, the sound cock being accepted…no, used by her pussy’s ancient rhythms, the punishing beat of her heart calling to him, and the delicate scent of her blood all weakened him. His fangs began to extend, he desperately tried to hold them back. Laina’s tongue nicked against one, sending a tiny stream on blood into his mouth. Moon tried to pull away but she pressed her mouth firmly onto his. Moaning and crying, her hips rocked, his cock ventured to new places within pussy. The metallic traces of her blood combined with their passion proved a gruesome marriage.


With all his force, Moon reluctantly broke their kiss. “You’re not ready.” Moon’s voice was hoarse, breathing staggered.


Laina’s eyes rolled backwards. Her orgasm lay prostrate just on the side of his pulsating cadence.


“You’re cumming?”


Her eyelids fluttered.


“Look at me,” Moon jutted, matching her stroke for stroke until her orgasm washed over her in rippling tidal wave while her inner slut latched on to his cock, and drained his balls. They searched their vocabularies for words suitable for their violent pleasure fuck.
Collectively, “OH SHIT!” was the best they could drudge up. They fell onto one another until the seismic shakes abated.


Laina drew in a deep breath and managed to bring her desperate pants under control. She looked softly into Moon’s pool blue eyes. “Hey you.”


Moon thumbed her cheek. “Hey back to you.” He kissed her gently. This time she didn’t feel his fangs. He judged from her perplexed expression, he needed to expound. “I’m vampire of a different sort. I feed on blood and sex; one or the other…preferably both when I can.”


She studied his face with feather light taps of her fingers. He relaxed, basking in her attention and kicking himself for putting her off for so long.


“Smile for me. I want to see your teeth.” She tapped his lips open. She peered inside, inspected his gums. “hhhmmm”


“You can’t see them at all, can you?”


Laina shook her head. “No, I can’t,” a few quiet moments passed while their silently acknowledging this turning point on their relationship. “So you mean to tell me that if I continue to give you good lovin’ you won’t have to bite me.”


Moon twisted his jaw, trying to hide his amusement at her simplification of their lifestyle. “No, I won’t have to bite you but I will require a feeder.”


She gave ‘okay that doesn’t sound so bad’ expression. “But that still poses a problem because I’ll become old and wrinkled while you will remain as gorgeous as you are today.”


“You’re right,” Moon sighed and kissed her lips. “I don’t think you’re ready. You don’t know enough about us. This isn’t ‘Twilight’, Laina. There’s no turning back, what’s done is done.” He saw the disappointment scissor across her face. “I will make you a deal. We’ll give it a year and if you still feel the same, then we’ll talk.”


Laina’s pouty face brightened at once. “Deal!” she kissed him deeply and jumped from his lap in search of her clothes.


Moon went to his desk; the voicemail light was blinking on his phone.


“I’m busy tomorrow morning but I’ll be free by noon. Do you wanna get lunch?”


Moon glanced up at her, his eyes widened. “Sure,” He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner. “Laina, I need you to walk towards me slowly, sweetheart.”


Laina froze with fear. Her breathing quickened.


“Laina, focus. Don’t be afraid. Walk.” His voice was wry.


She shook her head and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She felt a lukewarm limb take her around the neck, then the press of a cold blade. “Oh God,” She gasped, her eyes plead for help.


“Mariah, let her go.” Moon demanded.


Mariah pushed Laina out of the shadows into the center of the room. “So this is your little girlfriend.” She used the edge of the blade to turn Laina’s face to hers. “Great to finally meet you. Do you how long I’ve waited for this man? Years. He has fed on me for years with the promise of making me. He’ll never give you what you want but I will.”


Laina released a light whimper.


“Don’t Mariah!” Moon said, judging he was too far away from them to lunge. His best hope lie in talking her down. “We had an arrangement. You’re not ready to cross.” What he really meant was she was too mentally unstable.


“No,” Mariah pursed her lips, her eyes dark and gloomy. “No, I’m ready. And now you’ll have to choose, me or her.”


Laina came unglued, pleading and begging for Moon like trapped animal.


Moon moved towards them.


Mariah held Laina tightly by the back of her head, pitching her towards Moon like a rag doll, the blade still against her throat, stopping him in his tracks. “Who’s it gonna be? Me or her? You only have time to save one of us.”


Laina frantically reached for Moon but Mariah jerked her back.


“Mariah let her go!” he demanded once more.


“Wrong answer,” Mariah sliced the blade across Laina’s small throat and released her, then sliced her own. The room fell silent and weightless.


Her mouth slightly agape, blood pouring down her chest, Laina fell to her knees, then collapsed followed by Mariah.


There was no time to waste. Moon pushed Mariah’s body aside and cradled Laina in his arms. Why didn't she listen to me? he chanted. Now he was either to watch her die or make her, bringing her into his world. Neither option was palpable. But what choice did they have? She was dead either way.


Laina’s throat gargled.


Moon kissed her lips tenderly. “I’m sorry,” Crippled with guilt, he closed her heavy eyelids. His canines slid from their housing in his jaw. He bent his head, latched onto a spot where he could feel her pulse thumping against his tongue and sucked copious amount of blood, hastening the process.


Laina writhed, barely conscious and her heart slowed.


Moon laid her on the floor, took up the blade and cut in to his forearm. His blood ran free; he pressed his wound to her lips urging her to drink.


Laina eyes flutter ever-so slightly as Moon’s blood pass between her lips. The side of her neck twitched.


He heard her, watching and waiting for her heart to stop. Minutes went by. Laina and Mariah lie clinging to life. There was more than sufficient time to save Mariah but Moon didn’t budge from Laina’s side. Let her die, he scoffed.


Finally it happened. Laina was gone.


Moon prayed he’d done enough. He fears were settled. Laina heaved.


Her body contorted, her veins snaked with the pain of her crossing. A couple of deep breaths and she fell still.


Moon checked Mariah’s pulse. She was still hanging on. Good, Laina will need to feed when she awakes.


Laina curled into the fetal position, her wound almost completely healed. Moon covered her nude body with his jacket and held on to her for dear life. Her eyes opened, flashing steel gray and healthy, well as healthy as a once living; now dead person can appear.


Moon smiled down at her. “Hey you,”


Laina formed a wry smile “Hey back to you” She looked around drowsily. “What a fucking night.”