A Little Taste

[It's been a while. Busy, lazy, the usual. I'll be trying to post more, hopefully some higher quality stuff. Anyway, enjoy this late and tacky addition.]

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Madam Scarlette. Red Duchess. The Crimson Desire. She has gone by many names over the centuries, though they all portray her more glamorously than she might deserve. She stalks and prowls, from time to time, other times she hides away from prying mortal eyes. Nothing especially notable, no massacres, no blood-drenched castles, nothing to really earn her pseudonyms other than folktales.

Tales of a woman, with eyes that pierce the soul and excite the heart. A woman, dressed in red, pulling those she chooses in with a charming mysteriousness. A woman, who fills her prey with pleasure, in exchange for a hefty dose of blood.

Over the past decade or so, she has earned a name for herself as a modern myth. Uncreatively dubbed "Red Lust."

Tonight, on All Hallows Eve, she goes to hunt,,,

A young man, perhaps twenty three, blocks the door to an especially loud party, "Hey, uhh, lady this is an invite only kinda deal."

The woman dressed in an elegant red dress looks at him for a moment, before grabbing his chin, looking deeply into his eyes, "I am a guest, you are excited to see me, welcome me in."

"Uh... yeah... I mean... where are my manors, please, come in!" The man stepped aside, and the woman stepped in.

She had done this countless times before, she knew exactly how to toy with humans. Of course, lately they've been getting especially communicative. Which makes discretion all the more difficult.

She scanned the room, filled with partying humans in various costumes. She turned back to the man, "You never saw me."

"I never..." he trailed off with a blank stare, before shrugging. Closing the door, he moved back into the crowd.

The woman in red moved smoothly through the crowd, smelling the air as she went. Thick with alcohol, she searched. "A positive, no. AB, no..." She inhaled deeply through her nose, picking up the most exquisite taste under the general musk, "O negative. There you are."

Towards the wall of the room, she spotted a young woman enjoying her drink. She stalked through the dancing party-goers, keeping her eyes locked on the woman as she did. Just as she started to reach forward, feet away from her prey, a hand grabbed her by the wrist.

Surprised, she simply stopped in her tracks, turning to the source. A short woman returned her gaze, "Excuse me, could I speak to you for a minute? I promise it's important."

The woman in red looked to see her prey step away from the wall, and get lost in the general mass. She sighed, turning to the intrusive hindrance to her night. "I don't seem to have any other plans." She said, her eyes suddenly gaining a sharp red hue, "Lead the way."

The other woman's eyes glossed over for a moment, "Yes..."

She led the woman in red to a more-or-less secluded room, with a table and two chairs. In the middle sat a bowl of chocolates, which smelled tantalizing even to the woman in red.

The shorter woman sat down, "Please, have a seat." She seemed to notice the woman in red staring at the chocolates, quickly adding "I have a lot to tell you, so by all means help yourself."

Ordinarily, the woman in red would simply flash her eyes at the woman and take what she needed, but her curiosity got the better of her. She sat down, taking a chocolate and studying it. She didn't gain anything from human food other than flavor, yet there was something oddly tantalizing about these.

"My name is Ophellia. I'm hoping to study the otherworldly. I know that sounds silly, but I truly believe there are things in this world we can't understand, you know?" 'Ophellia' began to ramble, "I've been tracking any leads I can find to sightings of ghosts, or otherworldly beings, things like that. Anything that's outside the norm, so to speak."

The woman in red only half-listened, studying the chocolate in her hand carefully. Something about it was just so... mesmerizing. She was trying to figure out what made it so special.

Ophellia went on in the background, "...which ended up being a log casting a weird shadow. Anyways, that ended up uncovering something worthwhile! Remnants of a vampire's lair. I was sure of it. I dug up everything I could find about vampires in the local area, and sure enough sightings and rumors were abound. Nothing concrete yet, but I was getting somewhere!"

The woman in red sat up slightly at the word 'vampire,' turning her attention away from the candy finally. Did this woman find out what I am? she thought, If so, I'll need to be more careful in the future, and make her forget all about this... Her thoughts now soothed by her self-assurance, she focused again on the candy in her hands.

"...tracking where she's been spotted, finding a pattern in where she would show up next. Making note of the time gaps between each appearance, obviously. I figured out she would be most likely to show herself on Halloween, because she would go totally unnoticed even if she was seen for what she truly is. Clever, right? Then, I hatched a plan."

The woman in red felt uncomfortable with where this initially harmless ramble was going, finally popping the chocolate into her mouth to ease her nerves. The instant the flavor hit her, she realized why it had been so tantalizing. "Blood..."

"...I would use- Yes! Exactly, blood based chocolate! It's amazing what recipes you can find online. Anywa-"

"You... put blood in this candy?" The woman in red's eyes glowed bright, as her voice took a very serious tone.

"Yeah, try to keep up. So, as I was say-"

The woman in red cut her off yet again, "You think you can bribe me with bloody chocolate?" She swallowed the candy, its intoxicating flavor suddenly vacant from her now desperate taste-buds. "I won't let my true nature be known."

She began to reach for another chocolate, before the bowl was pulled away by Ophellia, "You only get another if you agree to help me."

The vampire scoffed, "I just told you I-" she stopped herself, "I don't take orders from humans. All I need to do is look you in the eyes, and you'll do whatever I say, like a good girl. "

She was bluffing. With that taste of blood, she was in a state of need, lacking focus on anything but getting more blood. Without clear focus, she couldn't use her powers.

Ophellia smiled, "I know you're bluffing. I know how you work. She walked across the table calmly, leaving the bowl just out of the vampire's reach, "If you want another taste, you're going to have to be a 'good girl,' as you put it."

The woman in red moved uneasily in her seat. She could try and overpower the shorter woman, and drink from her directly... But without the use of her powers, and given Ophellia's stalky build, she would likely just find herself in a worse situation than she already is. At least now, she has some modicum of dignity. "What... do you propose?"

Ophellia noticed her eyes were locked on the bowl, "You won't have to expose yourself to the public as what you really are. In fact, I'll help cover your tracks! All you have to do is act as my bodyguard while I look for more inexplicable creatures... and... maybe also show me what it feels like?"

"Show you what what feels like?" Suddenly, Ophellia sat across the vampire's lap facing her, stuffing another chocolate into her mouth. She let out a muffled grunt of surprise, her expression quickly melting to one of ecstasy as the taste of blood filled her mouth again, satiating her hunger for just a little while longer, yet only seeming to make her want more, need more...

"Fuck that expression is adorable..." Ophellia bit her lip, wrapping her arms around the woman in red. She swallowed the candy, beginning to move forward to bite Ophellia's neck, only for her head to be yanked back with force, "Nope, not for you. Heheh... not for bad little vampires. If you're a good girl, you'll get more chocolate though."

The vampire felt her head spinning, a red haze filling her mind, making her feel dizzy with need, desperate to satiate this burning desire now consuming her. "Please... just a little, just a drop, I need it..." She squirmed in her seat, unable to get up, unable to get even a little more blood, totally at the mercy of what should be her prey.

"You'll get more, don't you worry. You just need to put this on, then you'll get another one." Ophellia reached under the table, pulling out a collar that must have been stored there. She had planned this all out.

Without even a second thought, the woman in red, dressed so elegantly, having started her night confidently hunting prey, desperately and hurriedly strapped the collar around her neck.

"Wow! What a good girl! You've earned yourself another chocolate!" The shorter human, with a mind that should be at the vampire's mercy, pushed a chocolate into her mouth, smiling as she toyed with the very creature she would otherwise fear.

Ophellia stood up, leaving the taller woman's lap, taking the bowl of chocolates. As the vampire started to stand, her legs trembled, before failing her altogether, leaving her as a crumpled, well dressed mess on the floor. Ophellia leaned over her, smiling down with pride.

The vampire panted, filled with nothing but a burning need, she needed more blood, she would do anything for even a single drop, yet she didn't have the strength to get it when it was mere inches away.

"I made that collar myself! It weakens the non-autonomous messages from your brain to the rest of your body. Frankly, I'm impressed you even stood up." Ophellia's voice was overflowing with excitement, "I got you! I really did it! My own pet vampire! Oh the fun I could have..."

Her expression suddenly turned to one of unnerving excitement, as she placed a chocolate right at the vampire's lips, and leaving it there. The woman in red, once an imposing figure, now needily, desperately, vainly tried to eat the chocolate, unable to move any closer to it, or move her arms to take it. Only able to burn ever more with a lust for blood, licking the chocolate in pure depravity.

Ophellia mercifully put the chocolate into her mouth, relishing her sounds of delight, taking in the image of her eyes glossing over as the taste of blood filled her every thought. She picked up the now utterly helpless vampire, cradling her in her arms, as she now went to the vacant hallways, taking her into one of the bedrooms.

She undressed the vampire, who only whimpered with overwhelming need. Ophellia took in the view of the helpless creature's body, pale and beautiful. She then undressed herself, flaunting her neck to the limp figure beneath her.

She laid her down, laying on top of her, putting a chocolate into her own mouth now, savoring the vampire's desperate whines of envy. She smiled, kissing the desperate mess of a monster deeply, the blood-laced candy now shared between them.

Finally, she brought her own neck to the vampire's mouth, gasping as her fangs pierced her flesh. She had expected it to hurt, yet pure pleasure coursed through her body as blood pumped out. Leaking from the corner of the vampire's desperate mouth, a trickle began to stain the pillow.

The room filled with moans of pleasure from both of them, gasps escaping Ophellia periodically, until the vampire finally had her fill. Ophelia collapsed next to the pale woman, both panting, filled with mind melting pleasures that sent shudders through both of them. Ophellia held the vampire in her arms, a bloody mess, cherishing this powerful creature, so helpless in her grasp.

Before she passed out for the night, Ophellia managed to say one last thing, "You can be my good girl now, I'll take good care of you...All you'll have to do... is protect me, and be mine... How does that sound...?"

The pale woman stared at Ophellia, a look of burning lust in her eyes, "Yes... please..."

The shorter woman smiled, giving the vampire a blood soaked kiss, "Good girl."