“First Bite”

By

Rose Marie Wolf

She awoke with a burning hunger. It was the hunger she woke with every night for centuries. And there was only one thing she could do to quench it. She would have to feed.

She slipped from her bed and threw open the curtains to the window. She drew up the blinds. Blissful darkness shadowed her and she smirked. The life of the city was at night. People moved quickly along the darkened sidewalks. Neon lights flashed at them. Car headlights turned, blinked, and then disappeared down the street.

She watched for the longest time, losing herself to the lights and sounds of the city. The people scurried, no more significant than insects. The hunger continued to rise. It was maddening.

Finally, she tore herself from the window and her reverie. She dressed quickly and exited her room. Her sisters were still slumbering. They would be awakening soon, but she could not wait for them. She had to hunt alone tonight.

She grabbed her coat and slipped it on, and slipped out.

Throngs of humans pushed past her. The heat of their bodies and the smell of the blood flowing through their veins continued to heighten her desire. She licked her fangs and her lips. She needed blood. She could feel her own veins growing taut beneath her skin. She was aware of how loud her heart beat. Her blood pulsed. It was driving her insane.

A particularly scrumptious human male walked past and her temptation to follow him was strong. She held back. No, he would be too easy. She wanted something younger. She wanted stronger blood.

A crowd was gathering outside a nightclub. She paused on the street corner and watched the young people enter. Loud, raucous music blasted from within the walls. This would be perfect.

She gained entrance to the place and scanned the dance floor. Soft, heated bodies bumped together, melding as one in a sensuous and provocative dance. Perfumed limbs stretched high above heads and laughter rang out, piercing above the music.

She crossed the dance floor, drinking in the sights, the sounds, the feelings. The music entranced her. The press of the bodies heated her. She wanted more. But she fought the temptation. Only a few more minutes and she would find what she was looking for. It wouldn’t take long. This place was ripe.

And it didn’t take long. She found him almost as soon as she settled into her seat. He was at the bar. He was dew-skinned and very young. His doe brown eyes added to his innocent and lost expression. He watched the ladies on the dance floor move, his hungry eyes following the promiscuous movements of the hips and torso. She touched his mind with her own, and she could feel him.

He was uncertain in this place. He didn’t feel that he should be here. He was way out of his league. The women were too beautiful. No one would glance his way.

But someone was. She touched him again with her mind and he stirred. He turned his eyes to her, and he was locked onto her. He was hers.

She willed him to come closer, but the young man hesitated. Maybe she looked too good for him. Maybe he didn’t think he had a chance….She smirked, and beckoned him with the crook of one long finger.

As if pulled by an invisible string, he came forward. He moved through the pressings crowds until he reached her. His blood was strong. She could smell it. She could see it in his pink flesh. It reddened his face as he stammered a greeting.

She stood to meet him, pressing a finger to his lips for silence. Nothing needed to be said. He was enraptured by her. His mind swam with visions and scenarios. A heated mess of tangled limbs and sheets, sweat and hair. She smiled in her wily way, and took his hand.

She led him out of the club, away from the crowds. He gave no protest as he followed her. His palm was sweaty in her own cold grip. She had him completely in her control.

She brought him up the steps and into the building. Gleeful laughter rang through the hall, and the boy stopped. She spun around.

Her sisters were standing there, their stark white faces shining with triumph.

“Sister!” They cried and rushed forward. Their icy fingers touched the boy’s pink face. His glossy eyes stared forward, not truly seeing anything. He was in a trance. He would remember nothing.

“He’s beautiful, sister!” The eldest of the sisters crooned. She was running her hand through his thick locks. She was breathing in his scent.

“And we are starving!” The youngest announced. She held his arm in her claw-like grip.

“Who should get first bite?” Older Sister’s lips ran across the youth’s neck.

“Our sister should…” The younger one laughed. “He’s perfect.”

“Yes…I should…” She said, and she grabbed his arm and pulled him close. “I did all the work. I should get first bite.” She tilted his head back, exposing his beautiful pink neck.

The hunger burned, but it would soon be quelled. Her sisters stood aside, watching closely as they waited. Their hungry eyes sparked.

She sank her teeth into his neck, and was swept away into ultimate euphoria.

Yes, the first bite was always heaven.

The End