She let me inside, a mistake that she’ll come to regret.

Doors are something special, despite my considerable strength, they’re something I have to respect. They represent magic in its most primal form, a powerful contract with the world. It keeps everything on the outside away and the inside safe and warm. To give someone a key means that they’re special, welcome. I know that her girlfriend has a key. Her girlfriend can enter whenever she wants, rest in the warmth and safety. It’s an exclusive right, something more precious than any human’s money can buy.

But she let me inside, someone she barely knows, a leech.

I have been watching Mia for months now. Seeing her and her girlfriend walk around town, enjoying the natural beauty of the forest I hide in. Laughing together, living their carefree life. After a few weeks, I show myself to her, catching her in a beautiful sundress near the end of spring. She is picking wildflowers on her knees, probably to bring to that absent as of today girlfriend. I am unexpectedly close when she looks up with a slight start.

“Hi”, I say with a small wave, “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

She tells me that it’s fine and just something that she wasn’t expecting. I extend a hand to her to help her up and she takes it. She says that I’m cold to the touch but all I can think about while she speaks is how warm she is. She thanks me and asks if she’ll see a beautiful girl like me around more. I know it will only bring pain but I tell her yes. The warmth of her smile, even at a distance, calls to me too sweetly. I want it to be mine.

We meet more and more over the summer and into the start of autumn. She brings me to a cafe or a quiet bookshop and I take her to some clearing or small cave or a small field full of flowers. Sometimes her girlfriend is with us and I enjoy the growing friendship we all share. I even began to believe, a hopelessly naive lie, that I could control myself.

But then the weather begins to turn cold and wild and Mia’s concerns grow. She’s traded her sundresses for warm flannel but has never seen me, always so cold and where, how I lived.  I’m sure she thinks it is a favor, no matter how much I try to play her off. I tell her over and over that I’m fine and don’t need to stay or even visit her apartment. That I’m a perfectly capable loner of a woman.

She invites me over the next night anyway. I show up, a mistake. I tell her at the door that I don’t want to impose, don’t want to do anything that we’d regret.

But she let me inside, begged me to come in.

The apartment is very cozy, a nice way to say it’s small. It seems to have been the small house of one person before a landlord divided it into what it is now. Of course it’s not without its charms. I often find myself drawn to old buildings like this. There’s a small fireplace running, a wonderful source of warmth. It’s not the same warmth as a woman but it’s nice all the same. We all sit around it on her couch and eat and talk and waste the evening away. It’s nice to relate, to really feel like I can almost be normal and belong somewhere.

The hours pass on and the fire grows dim. Mia’s girlfriend has fallen asleep leaning on her, she breathes in and out slowly. She hasn’t built up as much of a resistance as her partner has so just listening to me babble on has sucked the strength right out of her. We’re finally alone, or as alone as we could be now.

Mia is saying something about how she came to discover herself but I can’t really hear it. She’s leaning on me now and her words are so much quieter than the beating of her heart and the churning of the blood in her veins. It is blissful but unsatisfying, the smallest tastes only invite more hunger.

She smiles down at me, slouched so far down on her couch. Her warm arms curl around my body and she tells me how happy she is to finally have me here with her, so late in the night. I return her expression with more than a hint of sadness and only get hugged tighter. What have I done to deserve this?

It’s so hard to control myself so any longer, my instincts take over.

It happens.

The whole world turns red. My teeth extend and with a snap, I’m deep in her neck. Her blood is delicious, her screams even more so. It’s everything that I have been waiting for all these months, the thrill of a successful hunt. Drawing it out like this only deepens the catharsis.

My eyes flick forward, looking behind Mia’s neck. Her girlfriend wakes with a start, Mia’s screams shattering her peaceful sleep. It’s funny to think that she could do anything now, if only she recognized what I was earlier. Her eyes meet mine, her panic and my pleasure.

“Down”, I command, my voice forcing any other thoughts out of her, my eyes bringing a whimper to her lips. My prey here is Mia but still, I smile and order her girlfriend to strip and join in however she likes. She flinches before her lucidity totally fails her but soon pushes herself up against Mia, groping her still clothed body with the clumsy enthusiasm that only mindless women practice.

“Bite one, get one free”, I mumble to myself. Only downside of my habits is that the enraptured can’t appreciate my little jokes. Maybe if I ever stick with a thrall for long enough, I’ll train her to laugh when I press on a certain rib or something.

I drink of Mia, enjoying the scene almost as much as the taste. She’s as warm and rich as I had expected. A girl of honey and chocolate and enough vegetables to leave a delicious iron tang. She’s moaning, eyes turned back in her head, a beautiful sight. I slip a hand under her shirt and work my way under her bra to squeeze a delightfully warm breast. Mia gasps from the cold of my hand.

I turn my hand around and slice her shirt in half like she’s a present to be unwrapped. With a short whisper, her girlfriend understands to pull the tattered flannel off of her and present her to me. I’ve never made a woman surrender her own partner to me before, there’s a real power in it. I cup my hands under Mia’s breasts as her bra is removed for me by her lover. Such a wonderful pair.

They swap for me, Mia now mindlessly groping her girlfriend while I drink of her. This one tastes of sugar and cream. I’ve never really compared the tastes of blood before, absently wondering if the tastes are from diet or personality. Something worth testing some day.

My hunger sated, I know what desires I want to indulge now. I push the straps of my long black dress to the side and pull it down. My companions stop and stare at my pale chest. 

“Suck”, I say, holding up my breasts as they gracelessly dive down with mindless excitement in their eyes. It’s a deal of sorts, not that they could make any right now, we both get to suck on each other tonight. Both acts for my benefit of course.

They are better at this than I expected, both lovingly worshiping me in their own style. Couples are something that I need to experience more, there’s no training needed and thralls are such awful learners. I move one hand down to finger myself and the other to brace myself against the weight of two lesbians with more enthusiasm than sense.

I finish easily, stimulated by three people and let them knock me onto my back. Wrapping my arms around them, we lay together naked and content. I idly grope them and they do the same to me. It’s a relaxing rest before I have us all get up so that I can reward them and watch.

“Cum,'' I order. Ever obedient, they do, orgasming right in front of me. I hold their weakening bodies against me as they ride out the hypnotically mandated pleasure and slowly grow limp. Reason long gone, they can only moan and babble and shake. Once I’m satisfied, I lay them back down on the couch and stand up, pulling up my dress again.

There’s nothing better than pursuing women and melting them down, burning out their thoughts with pleasure until they can’t even string two words together. To fully feed on someone is an unparalleled experience. Mia and her girl won’t be the same from now on. Dazing off in public, staring longingly at goths on the street, absently touching their necks and letting out a slight moan. Vampires create such beautiful living art.

The crisp Autumn air hits me as I open the door, what a perfect night. The two women would watch me leave with eyes full of longing if they could hold themselves up. Maybe I’d return, play with them more, even go steady for the winter. There’s such an appeal to the hunt but settling down with some beautiful thralls might be what I need in my life. I chuckle a bit. Me, settling down? Girls like me only need to look forward to our next victim.

But that’s all just a fantasy of mistakes made days ago, the idle regrets and lurid dreams of a lonely mundane girl.

The truth is that when Mia laid her heart bare to me and threatened more intimacy than any girl had in a long time, all I did was run away and lose track of the days laying in bed in my own barren apartment. She probably watched out the window as I was consumed by my habits of distance and discomfort and fled, texted friends who’d seen us together, wandered the forest for days looking to reconnect. But I don’t reconnect, I can’t return her love, I only take and run because I’m just a leech.