Monsters fuck too (3)

Chapter 3

Directly after the change, Cybill tried to go about her life as usual. She went to classes, hung out with friends, and faked her normal life to her family. Her hunger for blood was all consuming and Cybill wasn’t able to keep up the ruse for long. She needed to feed, but she also needed to keep her new identity concealed if she wanted to survive. With no one around to walk her through becoming a vampire, Cybill had to learn on her own through trial and error. Her first kill was almost her last.

A tall lanky boy named Bobby made the mistake of smiling at Cybill from across the room in Algebra class. Her eyes zoned in on his body, she knew from his build that she could easily take him down. For the remainder of the class, Cybill kept her eyes glued on her prey, watching his every move. When the class was over, she sprung into action, darting across the room to Bobby’s side. Cybill made small talk with him across campus, luring her first victim back to her dorm.

Flinging his thin spindly body onto her bed, Cybill pounced on top of him, tearing at his clothes. Her mouth watered as she smelled the blood coursing just below his skin. Bobby, being all of twenty-one, took her aggressive nature as sexual enthusiasm and played along with her forceful display. He had no idea he helping her prepare himself to be supper.

Cybill licked her lips looking down at her fully naked lunch. He smelled more scrumptious than any meal she had dined on before. Bobby questioned if Cybill was going to get naked too, but she shooshed him, swooping down to taste his tender flesh. The salty sweetness made her toes curl. Cybill looked up at Bobby with her bright red eyes, letting her fangs peek out from behind her plump pink lips. The sight startled him and he fought back, something Cybill was wholly unprepared for.

His strength caught her off guard as she chased him around the room. Just as she would catch him, he would wriggle out of her clutches, fleeing to the other side of the room. The chase did nothing to damper her need, it only made her want him more. With Bobby cornered against the cinder block dormitory walls, Cybill leaped across the bed, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

Bobby tried to cry out for help, but was too weak from the blood loss. The cat and mouse game had whipped Cybill into a frenzy that she was unable to come down from. She devoured Bobby, tearing him limb from limb until she extracted every last drop of blood from his corpse. When she was done, the only thing that remained of her date were tiny shriveled shreds of a life that was once known as Bobby Welburg. Cybill gathered up the pieces, taking them to the dump to be unceremoniously disposed of. Her cold heart felt no remorse, for her mission now was singular. Blood at any cost.

After her nearly flubbed first feeding, Cybill decided it would be best to withdraw from society and embrace who she had become. A creature of the night couldn’t parade herself around as a college student by day and a blood-sucking vampire by night. She dropped out of college, leaving her friends and her family confused. Her only explanation was that she wanted to “discover herself”. Her loved ones had no choice but to agree to her wishes as Cybill vanished from everything that had once been her life.

** Five years after that fateful night with Asher, Cybill had her hunting down to a science. She would hide out in plain sight during the day, blending in with the rest of society, but as night fell, she would come alive, stalking her victims and sucking them dry. Her plan had kept her off the radar of the local police, but with the body count rising, their efforts had stepped up to find the serial killer plaguing their city.

Cybill could feel the noose of the law tightening around her neck. It was getting harder and harder to find ways to satisfy her hunger and not draw attention to herself. With the police closing in on her, she decided to branch out and go back to the place she swore she would never return. Back to the place it all started.

Thick clouds blanketed the night sky rendering the city to near total darkness. This was Cybill’s kind of night. Dressed in her tightest little black dress, the vampiress walked back into the club where she had first met Asher.

The place felt as if it was frozen in time, nothing had changed, not even the music since she last stepped foot in the place. She strolled to the bar, turning heads as she walked. Her hips rolled with each languid stride, baiting her victims like a black widow spinning a web. Sex was her greatest weapon, and she wielded it beautifully.

Cybill smoothly slid her ass into the seat next to the beefy muscle-bound man at the bar. His biceps strained against his black leather jacket as he lifted his beer glass to his mouth. The old Cybill would have tried hitting on the overly-masculine gent, but the monstrous creature in her place saw him as only one thing, a delicious bulging man-snack.

She ordered herself her usual, a dry martini, drawing the attention of the leather-bound man.

“Here, let me get that for you,” he said, tossing money at the bartender as he delivered the drink.

“Thank you, that is very kind of you,” she answered back, looking up at him through her long lashes.

“Kind? I am just hoping to get lucky,” he smirked, taking a big swig of his beer.

Cybill looked through his greasy exterior to the essence pumping away below his clothes. She knew she would have to endure a little bullshit tonight to get to what she really wanted.

“Who’s to say that’s not what I am looking for too,” she shot back, catching the muscular man off guard.

“I’m Antonio, but everyone calls me Tony,” he smiled, assuming he just met his sexual match. “What’s your name beautiful?” Tony asked, finishing off the last of his beer.

“My name is Cybill, but does it really matter Tony? Are we honestly going to remember each other after tonight?” Cybill quipped, knowing filthy little Antonio wouldn’t even be alive after tonight.

“Damn, you are sassy! I like that. If you don’t cut it out I may have to spank you,” Tony smiled, his dimples cutting into the thick layer of stubble on his cheeks.

“Promise?” Cybill purred, lazily running a finger around the rim of her martini glass.

“Look what you did to me baby, what are you going to do about that?” Tony whispered, leaning back on his stool to show Cybill the massive bulge in his pants. She swallowed hard thinking about all of his luscious blood surging in one convenient spot.

“You want me to take care of that little problem for ya?” Cybill joked, trying to get a rise out of Tony. With her hunger and her patience reaching their peak, she needed to feed now before her eyes gave her away.

“Little? Did you say little? Listen sweetheart, this little thing is about to split you straight up the middle. Let’s go!” he demanded, grabbing Cybill by the wrist and leading her outside. She smiled a devilish grin as she trotted behind her victim, everything was going just according to plan.

Tony swung the heavy steel door open with his free hand, briskly walking into the still night air. With a heavy clang, the door shut behind them leaving them alone in the alley. Nostalgia bloomed inside Cybill’s brain. She could see the path she took to Asher’s house all those years ago, the night that upended her life forever.

“Come here you bad girl,” Tony growled, leaning Cybill over a pile of wood pallets stacked waist high. She gladly accepted his advances, leaning her taut body over the stack and lifting up the back of her skirt. The lone streetlight at the end of the alley dimly shone on Cybill’s ample naked ass. It was all the light Tony needed to drive him wild.