Cecil idly stood idly behind the counter of the convenience store, scrolling his phone and waiting for his shift to end. It was almost 6 in the morning, though still pitch-black outside. 

His legs hurt from standing there all night; he wished the company would let him have something to sit down on. Barely anyone came by at night anyway. Nothing interesting ever happened on this job, and his phone wasn't helping much when almost nobody was awake during his shift either.

He slumped against the counter, sighing, starting to doze off. He knew he'd get fired if someone caught him, and he needed this job... but it was hard to feel that was important when he was as tired as he was. Just needed to rest his eyes for a moment...

The ding! sound of the store's door opening startled him awake - he wasn't sure if he'd been asleep for just a few seconds or an hour. He stood up straight in a panic, hoping another employee hadn't caught him; it was still dark outside, so he hadn't slept that long, probably...

He glanced at the person who had just walked in- a taller woman who was keeping her head down and glancing around, agitated. There was something about her that held his gaze; he didn't realize he'd been staring until she came up to the counter and made eye contact.

She had long, curly black hair and red eyes that stopped him in his tracks. Her skin was dark, but somehow pale, like she'd been drained of blood. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing quite came out.

Normal people didn't have captivating red eyes like that, he thought in the back of his mind, but the thought had trouble finishing. Like there was something in the way, blocking it. Oh, her eyes. That was probably it. He felt as though his mind was held in place, the pretty red glow like a dam holding back his train of thought. 

"Are you alone here?" She asked, a question that should have made him deeply concerned or afraid, but he realized that emotion as well was paralyzed by her gaze. The only thing his mind was allowed to fully process was to answer her question. 

"Yeah... I'm, uh, I work nights. Someone else gets here at 8... I-I don't know what time it is now..."

"Good. Lock the doors so nobody else comes in here, and take me somewhere nobody will see us." She was leaning in closer now, holding his chin and keeping her eyes right up close to his to drill the command into his mind. Her voice was impatient, almost desperate. He saw her fangs, but registering them as unusual was outside his capabilities at the moment.

He didn't even register that he'd mumbled a "yes" and started locking the doors until he was halfway through doing so. He flipped around the sign so the store was closed before stumbling into the back room with the stranger.

"So... what are-" he didn't finish his sentence before she grabbed him and sunk her fangs into his neck; whatever reaction he should've had to being torn into like a piece of meat was interrupted by the sudden spike of pleasure that shot through him as she did so. 

He let out a gasp, slumping into her as she drained his blood; his whole body shivered, overwhelmed with a flood of ecstasy that drowned out the sting of his skin being pierced. He could barely move, his strength and consciousness being stolen away; every part of him that should take issue with that was too weak to put up any protest. 

There was something pleasant about his complete inability to fight back; for better or worse, he was entirely hers in that moment.