𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮, 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀, 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 [𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔁 𝓛𝓙𝓑]

[Lady Jace Beleren]

"You all spoil me. How am I supposed to log off if you keep donating?"

Just as he spoke, a small tombstone appeared in the corner of the screen, a bat sprouting from the ground with a number five held up below. Then, the animation cut off, replaced by another fresh notification. Then, another. Four more times it restarted, each time lifting up a number five.

"That is playing dirty. I have a video to work on. I can't sit here and look pretty all day. I appreciate the dono train, but I have to go. I'm taking tomorrow off, but I'll be back the day after. Now, don't do anything too sinister while I'm gone."

The stream switched to another screen, an ominous castle sitting in a hill. Slowly, the sun rose over the horizon. Except, instead of a sun, it was golden text saying "Stream Ending."

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With a small sigh, Hale pulled the half-mask off his face. It was the only part of his stream persona that was easily removed. Online, Hale posed as a vampire. He played the character of the charming lord, inviting all of the viewers into his castle to face down a creature of the night. At least, that was the premise. When you spent between twenty and forty hours a week being stared at, the improv eventually fell apart. Now, he mostly chatted with his viewers and occasionally played social games, where he would lean into the character again.

That was what everyone thought. Hale was just some strange guy with a handsome face, even if they only saw the bottom half. What no one knew was that the act was nothing but true. Hale was one of the few of his kind living among humans, a genuine vampire. He drank the blood of the living to sustain himself, burned under the sun, even possessed a few innate magical powers. Even if he was young by the standards of his people, a mere sixty years old, Hale was the monster that went bump in the night. Except, now he mostly lived online, playing as a piece of entertainment.

It had started as an attempt at killing time. Without any real need to sleep and the annoying tendency of the human body to follow a circadian rhythm, vampires were left stranded inside for the whole day. A computer had been the first step. Then, watching online videos. He had tried it himself on a whim, setting up a camera and streaming to an empty chat at first. Hale had never intended to become famous. Slowly, at first by single digits, then by tens, then finally by hundreds, his viewers had increased. Now, Lord Hale was the second most famous vampire on Earth, after only Dracula himself. People expected videos of him, updates and stories. They loved his commitment to the character, never understanding it was reality for Hale.

It meant money was no issue. A few sponsors was all it took to keep his home and his luxuries. It covered the cost of bribing hospital staff to keep him fed, bought new masks for his collection. Hale lived a life that most, even among his kind, would only dream of. All that was missing was the one thing Hale really wanted. Power.

It was what streaming gave him in small doses, the perfect drug for someone with everything. They watched and he told them what he wanted them to hear. People imitated him, wanted him, and they got only what he gave. However, it was no longer enough. He needed to see someone break in his hands, to take everything from them. Hale wanted to collect a fledgling of his own, to keep and mold. That was his real project today, not the video he had already sent out to be edited.

Hale's choice of victim, his selected human to turn into his personal pet, was one of those imitators. She claimed to be a long-time fan, though he had no proof. All of her posts tagged him as inspiration, like she was begging for his attention. Until recently, she had no idea she had already gotten it. Not until he had sent the message.

Things were simple on the surface. She was a budding content creator, someone who looked at Hale as the perfect example. The problem was that she missed the wave. Hale had been trendy for a while, but even he knew his popularity was past its peak. The novelty was gone. No matter how gorgeous you were, and she certainly was, no one wanted to see a pretend vampire when there was already a perfect model on the market. Unless that perfect model gave you a boost. So, he had offered the perfect bait. A collab.

She was coming to meet him today, to work on what she saw as the next big step in her career. Hale had never let a hint slip that he intended to take everything from her in exchange. For now, he stopped in the kitchen, tearing open a room temperature IV bag with a razor sharp canine. With comfort and easy, he drank from the bag like it was a smoothie, guzzling it greedily. Being hungry was a big risk today. Meal tucked away, Hale hit the shower next, washing away the discomfort of spending the day in a chair. When he emerged, pink hair falling in lush waves to his shoulders, there was still the slightest hint of scarlet at his lips.

Now only in a pair of loose gray sweats and a thin long sleeve shirt that was sticking to his freshly washed body, Hale was just in time to open the door when the knock sounded, a lethal fang shining at the edge of his even deadlier smile.

 

[Bunny]

Primping in front of her mirror she could hear his smooth voice as he talked to his audience. A smile curled on her red lips, the deep color was a stark contrast against her pale skin. That paleness marred only by a sprinkle of freckles along her cheeks, marking her as something else other than what she pretended to be. A vampire. From the delicate canines that she’d had done the moment she’d turned eighteen. The sharp enamel was sexy and she liked the way it looked on well.. Anyone. Hale in particular. Her eyes flickered to the mirror and meet the deep orange of her iris. It was a genetic quirk, a unique pigment called pheomelanin. Green eyes had it too, but not to the extent she had. Cat eyes, amber eyes.. Molten gold.. Most people thought they were contacts.. Her lips quirked to one side as she turned to look at her computer in a smirk..

Hale.

He was the ideal. The goal. Perfect… He’d not been the first to put on the vampish personal, but the first who had pulled it off to the level of success that he had. Streaming was hard, more so when you were just a copy of someone else. Hale was older, had started first and made it big. Anyone who lived the lifestyle who tried to make it big were always compared to him. Lucky for Savannah, she had seemed to catch his eye.

That was after all what she was primping for, meeting Hale with the plans to talk about a collab. Handsome and sexy as hell, Savi would have been happy to fuck him, let alone star along side him, rocketing her to stardom. That was the implied promise, to help her make it.. Something that someone like her craved. A little nobody with no real family or friends.. To make it, to be.. Popular? Wiping at her lower lip, fixing the red lipstick she smiled at her reflection for a third time.. Pumping herself up for the meeting. The outfit was just as carefully picked as the shade on her lips. A bubblegum pink pleated skirt trimmed with black lace. A sleeveless crop top that clung to her chest, mesh along her collar bones to her neck. Thigh high socks gave a glimpse of pale, soft skin between the borders of lace and cloth as she moved. She was tiny, four feet and eleven inches. Still, her choice of clothing made her seem taller and the heels that she picked up from the floor would be the icing on the cake. They were a shade paler than her skirt and trimmed in black. The platform though made her closer to five foot two or three. While normally that wouldn’t have been a lot, it was for Savi. Kneeling she buckled them along her ankle. Standing she smoothed her skirt and inhaled, eye closed.

Collab. That was the goal but sex was far from off the table. She heard him sign off and couldn’t help but feel a small bubble of excitement. That was a lie, he wasn’t going to be editing any videos.. No.. He was meeting her.

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Knocking Savannah was toying with the edge of her skirt when the door opened. She matched his smile, fangs flashing. “Hi..” her voice was like sweet tea, sweet and decadent. Southern belle as a vampire? Surely not and yet.. There she was. “Sorry, am I early?” While on camera she always seemed so in control, so cool… she was nervous and shy standing before him.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

When he opened the door, there she was. Damn, she was gorgeous. Hale was famous, and part of that fame was based solely on his looks. That meant that women tended to reach out. The number of suggestive photos he received in a given week was probably shocking to most. He was, after all, a bit of a professional thirst trap. So, when he looked at Savanah, he knew she was one of the most attractive women who watched him. He was nothing if not vain, and Savannah was the kind of girl he felt he deserved.

So, when she smiled at him, eager and excited, he could only feel the same.

"A little early, but nothing wrong with it. I'm excited to meet you, too."

Hale led her into the living room area. It was plain enough, a big purple couch situated in front of a large TV. There was no game console or anything like that, though only because they were all in his streaming room, the "office". The thing that was strange were the windows. Not just in this room, but all of them. A whole house and every piece of glass that received sun was tinted, given a layer to filter put UV. Even then, they all had heavy curtains. Even the artificial light was on the dim side. It made the whole place a little gloomy as he escorted her over to the couch, sitting down and offering her a spot a respectful distance away.

"So, I know I said I wanted to do a collab, but I didn't really explain. I don't want to do a video or anything. I want you to join me. Permanently."

His eyes shifted shades a little, then. It was all a glamour, a little magic. The hair was not dyed, but truly shifted to be that lustrous lilac, his eyes dancing colors when the mood struck him. Now, the pink was bleeding from them, turning red and feral, a predator's sclera. He was looking her over like she was a treat, which was not far off. While Hale looked and acted as he did mostly out of habit or nature, Savannah had committed to the act all on her own. The pastel goth look was nice, a little twist on his personal taste he had enjoyed seeing born over the years. The little flashes of her thighs, the crop top showing off her midriff, all the bright colors making her look even more pale, it made him want her. The little fangs, an attempt at mimicking his kind, were adorable. She was meant for this.

"First of all, I need to clear something up. I do this Lord Hale act for people who like vampires, but some of it isn't an act. Did you know that vampires exist? That you are alone with a monster who eats humans for a meal? Because..."

The light seemed to flicker for a moment, his eyes getting wider and showing off the change, glowing bright in the dimness like any other nocturnal predator. He opened his mouth and the fangs slid free, the exposed tips curving and extending until they were long knives like a serpent. The darkness seemed to cling to him, pool around him. The words that came out next echoed inside her skull, laced with power, a compulsion to keep her from running.

"You are."

 

[Bunny]

Her pale cheeks flushed; half in embarrassment and half in shy pleasure. He'd been excited too! In her mind, he was exactly how the world saw him. Sexy, a touch mysterious and while he played a role, just as human as she was herself. Meeting an idol, be it from twitch, TV, movie or a singer was always dazzling to someone below them in the pecking order. Even now, Savannah was having a very real pinch me moment. Slipping past him, she watched as he closed the door, her heart racing excitedly beneath her breast as he led her into his home. The tinted windows didn't escape her notice and while she found it odd that he played so far into the bit of being a vampire, she didn't judge Hale. Hell, after all she'd had fangs put in..

The room held a gloom to it that was oddly appealing. One might say it was gothic, not in the sense of the fashion trend or lifestyle.. but more akin to the dull light candles might have provided in the fourteenth century. Sitting on the couch she smoothed her skirt and smiled at him as he joined her. The distance was respectful and she found herself thankful for it. Savannah had been worried that he'd be more.. aggressive and she wasn't sure how she'd have handled that.

Her chin tilted slightly as he spoke, watching him. A frown worked between her brows and she nodded in agreement. He had been vague, but she'd figured out that they'd work out the details tonight. What came next though had her lips parting, those dainty fangs showing in her surprise. "Join you?" There was shock in her voice. Of course, she didn't understand yet what he meant, how could she. On a collaboration level though, not knowing one another this was out of left field. "But we don't know how we will work together.. " She trailed off looking away from him. Savannah missed the first little trick but as she looked back up she wondered for a moment if she'd not looked closely enough at his eyes. Had they been that shade before? Or was it the light in here? Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her...

Then it was the look those eyes had.. it made her shift uneasily. Savannah wasn't used to being looked at like she was something to undress.. but to eat? Her spine tingled with alarm but she pushed away the warning as nerves. She'd wanted to sleep with him, she'd not hidden that from herself.. but most men she.. entertained were on the other side of a screen. it was very different than sitting across from Hale and this gaze.. as if he wondered what her gooey center tasted like. Something about him had shifted and Savannah wasn't sure when.. but he now seemed vaguely.. threatening. He'd not done or said anything to effect this change, she just felt it. Humanity may have explained away what went bump in the night, but they still knew deep down, when they were across from a monster.. be it human or otherwise...

She snorted softly and shook her head. "We both know that vampires are not real." Her sweet as sugar drawl held a slight hint of unsurety though; as if even as she spoke the words, she questioned her own resolve on the matter. She lifted a hand, one slender nail tapping an elongated canine. Dentistry at its finest. As if she was saying to him, see.. can't be real. Mine are fake!

That was short lived though as his eyes changed and there was no mistaking the subtle shift she'd thought she'd seen.. Panic licked along her nerves and she rose some, stumbling back from him on her platform heels. The shadows seemed to congeal around him, cling to him like a second skin as his voice played through her mind. She felt something else push at her mind. No need to run.. It was at complete odds with every single thing her mind was telling her. Her legs shook as she stared down at him, barely taller than him standing before whatever it was holding her in place lost to the panic and sheer will to run.

Like a rabbit.. she bolted before the wolf.

Sad thing was, this little rabbit was on the wolf's home turf.. literally. She'd not screamed, but she ran for the front door. Stumbling, Savannah slammed against the door, pulling at the door she found it locked. Locked?! Had he locked it? He must have.. but Savannah couldn't recall it. It was the sorta thing she tried to keep an eye on. "Fuck" Turning she spun in place and looked at him. It was so odd, he wasn't moving fast, he was.. strolling toward her. Without a care in the world it seemed. She screamed, it was weak, helpless.. and even Savannah knew no one would hear her... She turned and rand, she had to try.... She'd hate it more if she just broke down and cried.

The plan? If one could call the rush of thoughts such.. make it to the kitchen. Find a weapon.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

The fact that she managed to run at all meant this would be fun. When he spiked someone's thoughts with his powers, it was like weighing it against their mind on a scale. Too much and it would tilt all the way. They would lose all their thoughts, all their emotions. Just a hypnotized toy to do what you wanted with. Too little and it tipped back. Nothing happened. Hale was good at the mental aspects of his abilities. It had been how he kept himself fed. Yet, Savannah was able to slip free. It was impressive, but it would only matter for so long. Vampires could not glamour other vampires.

Unfortunately for the little pastel puff, he had not neglected the more modern aspects of his home either. The door locked itself when it closed and required a solid turn to open from inside, a thump print or code from outside. It took a few seconds to open. So, when she bolted to the door, Hale was in no rush. While she was running for her life, he was moving behind her in what appeared to be a slow stroll. The truth was that he was flickering through the darkness, fading in and out of physical form like it was nothing. Whenever her eyes left him, he slipped into shadow and appeared closer. By the time she turned with her back to the door, he was nearly on her.

With a slam, be put a hand on either side of her head. It was pure menace. The glowing red eyes, the long fangs his mouth could not contain, all in a halo of lavender hair. With a sultry malevolence, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the side of one fang. Then, in a heartbeat, his whole demeanor switched. His eyes shifted back to normal. The lighting in the room seemed to come back to life. Be was just Hale again, though he kept his fangs extended.

"Don't be so scared, Savannah. I told you that I want you to join me. I won't be killing you. I would say I won't hurt you either, but I don't want to lie."

The words were picking up that soft and seductive tone he liked to use when he flirted with some of his regular viewers. A hand moved down to trail along her cheek, tucking hair behind her ear. If he wanted to, Hale could snap her in half right here. Instead, he stroked a thumb over her cheekbone and leaned to the side to whisper close to her ear.

"I'm not blind. I see what you wore for me. Letting those thighs show, your belly. Agreeing to meet me at my home. You were hoping I'd fuck you. Doesn't this sound better? Don't you want to let me have you? We can try all the things you probably thought about while you watched me. All you have to do is agree to belong to me. Or don't and I'll take you anyway."

 

[Bunny]

The mind games were not entirely lost on her, though as to exactly what was happening, that was another story. It was almost as if Savannah was losing time. Blink and he was closer, far closer than he should have been. At first, she could have lied to herself, said that he was just some creep of a human but as the minutes ticked by that illusion, a laughably safer option, was eaten away at. Her mind swirled for options, grasping at the idea of the kitchen, a knife when hands slammed on either side of her head. Though she wasn't pressed against the wall when his hands slammed into it, she could feel the vibrations along her back, a faint echo of the tremor the wall went through. Savannah's breath caught in her throat and she flinched away from him, withdrawing into the wall.

Did the mouse watch the cat like this, before it was devoured? Her eyes followed the flick of his tongue, unable to stop. Trembling, Savannah looked around, confused and unsure. Everything seemed to have shifted, as if it had all been in her mind. It hadn't she knew it.. Her nails bit into her palms, hard, the flash of pain grounding her in the moment even as he spoke to her. His voice became more like what she knew from his stream, soft, seductive.. At odds with what he said. She flinched as his hand moved along her cheek. Glaring up at him she slapped his hand away. It was pathetic, but his mouse wasn't all prey.. In the end though, they both knew it wouldn't be enough. False bravado.

"Fuck you."

He was right, she didn't try and deny it. But that didn't make any of this okay... She'd dressed up for him. She would have been more than okay sleeping with him. Now though? "This was always your plan.." The words were accusatory and faintly hurt. Savannah hated the hurt in her voice. Hated that this hurt.. Hated that he'd threatened to take her anyway. She'd no choice. What she hated more was there was some, deep dark part of her that was faintly excited.. Was it being a vampire? The threat of him forcing her? Both? Anger and arousal went hand in hand and Savannah hated them both for it.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

The way she slapped his hand brought a smirk to his lips. It was a strange look. A mix of charm and pure violence because of the razor sharp teeth. Her little swear had him almost laughing. When was the last time he had eaten fresh? Had a victim that wanted to fight back. Savannah was a little different, of course. She was going to belong to him, not simply give up her last heartbeat to his appetite. That made her infinitely more special. Just like she was reading his mind, the tiny thing questioned his plans, his intent.

"Mm, yes and no. I always planned to turn you, make you my pet spawn. But, the rest was true, as well. I can't just steal some random thing and be happy with my life. I picked you from a few dozen others."

This time, instead of stroking her cheek, he sank his fingers into her hair and pulled it back, made her keep her eyes on his. Humans were so fragile. If he pulled to hard, her neck might snap and all his plans were over. Another reason he needed a spawn.

"You match my brand. You make good content. I like what you do. Then, there are your looks. Your cute freckles across your nose, those brilliant eyes that I hope stay when you turn, that petite body you try so hard to show off tastefully when you stream and a little less tastefully on your socials. You are special. Don't worry your pretty head about that."

He would be hard pressed to find another Savannah, it was true. A zealous fan who actually managed to keep his style without being a copy. She wanted this too. He could tell. Those little fangs she got done were proof enough that this was more than just a fun costume. It was a fantasy. The lights flickered again and he stared down into her eyes, anticipation written all over his face. He knew he wanted her to give in, to throw herself at the offer. If she fought, he would find the right bait to have her begging for him.

"Go ahead and tell me this isn't everything you wanted? Maybe not note for note, but you dreamed of this, of me, being everything I was on my stream."

 

[Bunny]

This had been planned, not a whim... that made something odd flicker into life. Excitement? That he had picked her? It made something akin to butterflies spawn in the depths of her stomach. The thoughts, the feelings that spawned turned darker as the hand in her hair tightened and the first sweet touches of pain licked down her spine. Biting her lower lip she fought back the shuddering gasp that came to her lips. Her eyes held his and she didn't understand how truly fragile she was to him, there was that primal desire to submit to someone who is stronger, more powerful..

All of it was a swirl of emotions and his words made her head feel fuzzy. She matched, he liked the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.. her eyes. The one part of Savannah that was real and not made to fit the ideal of her fantasy life. Special. It all contraindicated with what his plans were... To feed off her, to turn her into his.. pet? While she wasn't against a little d/s, this was on a different level. This was the sort of content of her filthy romance (smut) books. Fantasy was one thing, but this was something else.. A part of Savannah was into it and another was horrified at it.

"Dreams are just that.." Her words were breathy and like her heart rate, hinted at how he was making her feel. Though, she knew that he wasn't wrong. Sure, there had always been more romance around it, there always was when it came to vampires.. but this was the gist of what she'd always dreamed of. A fantasy that could never be. She laughed then, a choked sound. "You know what everyone who wants to be changed dreams of.." She gestured absently with the hand she'd used to slap him. "Not the long life, powers.. etc.. But the way it happens?" She laughed again and shook her head once. He likely knew this, looked on the idea with contempt and yet, before him was a young woman with that dream..

Shifting slightly she averted her eyes for a moment. What would it all entail? Would it hurt? Would she have free will or just be some mindless toy? Pain was acceptable. Being his.. was also acceptable but she didn't want to lose her free will. "So what are the restrictions of being.. a vampire." This whole conversation was surreal and she still half wondered if he was just fucking with her, even with the proof laid bare before her eyes. Savannah was buying time to think and she honestly wanted to know. "Sunlight," she looked past him to a window, "Seems real. How about garlic, silver, running water.. Need to be invited in? Turning into a bat?" Brownie points for her, she asked without giggling like a fool.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

The fight seemed to drain from her as she faced the reality of it all. Hale was not just offering her a little game, a joke. He was not threatening to kill her. He planned to give her something special because he thought she was special. Maybe she did not like the way he looked at her, the way he looked at all humans as expendable cattle. They were food and money for his comforts. He appreciated his viewers just like he appreciated the ones who kept him fed. They were useful and that made them something important. But, Savannah... she was something else. He wanted her. So, while she said that dreams were meant to be dreams, he was preparing to make sure that she was wrong.

The way she seemed to focus on the act of the change turned his expression a little sour. Everyone remembered the day they changed. Even the ones he had met who ever centuries older had vivid memories of the experience. Most were horror stories. Being thrown down in a dark alley and drank from until they finally passed, forced to drink blood as they tried to cling to life. It was not pretty. He had learned his lesson, learned how to do things properly. It would not be romantic, but he had every intention of making sure she had no reason to resent him for it. Other things, maybe. Not this.

Then, she gave in. She asked about what it was really like being a vampire. With a smirk, he leaned in and pressed his body against her, pinned her to the wall. Now that he was beginning to win, he was beginning to want this even more.

"The sunlight is the most dangerous. We are shadows. That is where the power comes from. Silver stops us from healing immediately, but it doesn't burn or kill us any easier. Garlic and running water? Nonsense. The invitation myth comes from our ability to hypnotize and glamour. We get invited in on our accord."

Hale held her hair still, leaned in close to her ear. He knew what was coming and, looking at Savannah as something other than food, it was beginning to excite him. Women were easy to have when he wanted them. A little flex of his power and they drooled for him. Making someone submit without that, that was the high he was chasing. Now, it was time to have it.

"As for the rest, you can eat human food. It isnt as satisfying when your body doesn't need it, though. You won't age. You will gain so many new powers that only grow stronger with time. Even turning into a bat. All you need to do is let me change you."

The last words were honey. The final offer. If she pushed him away after he told her the steps, it would he just another traumatic turning. If not, there was a chance she might even enjoy it. Slowly, he made space between them, moved his hands away from her. She was free, though he was still close enough that she would have to slide against the wall to get away.

"Normally, you would need to drink my blood, which is quite unpleasant while still human. Either right before you die from feeding or before we start. You need some of my power inside to keep you from passing. A few others have found a better way. If you are going to be a good girl and accept my gift, you need to get on your knees and open your mouth. Blood isn't the only way. I'm sure you planned for this already, didn't you?"

The words were a little tense with anticipation. Among all the things he had planned for her, Hale had wanted Savannah in the most traditional ways as well. He wanted to see how adorable she could be when he used her for his pleasure.

 

[Bunny]

He explained to her, with almost patience, what she could expect and she bit her lower lip, one delicate fang pressed into her lower lip. His hand tightened some as he leaned in, his voice resonating in the shell of her ear. She shivered despite herself. There were likely questions she wasn’t asking, things she’d need to know. “Will you be able to control me?” He pulled back and she looked up into his eyes. “In some stories, those turned are enthralled to their maker’s whims. Thoughts and desires still, but their free will all but nonexistent..”

Would Hale tell her the truth? If he said she’d have no free will, they both knew she’d fight. Fail.. but still fight. He pulled way further, giving her an illusion of freedom. Hugging herself Savannah watched him with her odd eyes. She snorted softly and lifted a brow. “I might have wanted to fuck you, but I am not just gonna give you a blowjob either..”

Slutty, but not a slut.

Yeah sure. Let's go with that.. She tilted her head to one side. “Besides, you are trying to tell me vampire cum is able to turn someone?” She clearly did not believe him. “Orally only? Or do you have to worry about random girls filled with your cum turning if they get hit by a car as they leave?” Was she mocking him? Yeah a little bit, but she couldn’t help it. She was nervous and this seemed like bullshit.

She was also pissed that he kept calling her out on the fact that she’d planned to sleep with him. He wasn’t wrong, but damn. Well hoped, not planned. Her outfit had been cute and she had dressed for him.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

The idea of controlling her sounded fairly tempting at this point. Hale had wanted a toy to play with and she was beginning to get on his nerves. It was one thing to fight back when you were scared, trying to change things. It was another when it seemed Savannah ready to give in, turn and join him. Just not on his terms.

"Once you change, I won't be able to do most things. Mental powers don't work on other vampires. But, I'll know where you are. You will be able to feel where I am as well. Directions, distance, but not GPS."

Then, she fought back against his methods. It seemed that this girl was underestimating him. She thought he was playing a game, trying to get something from her. He planned to take everything. So, that playful smirk was a sneer now, anger starting to take over his features. Shadow began to pour out of him like a waterfall, eating all the light, yet somehow letting her see him clearly. His eyes turned that bloody crimson again and he snapped a hand up and around her throat.

"I should never have expected you to understand the intricacies of magic. The invisible strings around what I am, what you will be. But, I won't tolerate you belittling the things I'm offering. You want to know what I could do to your little mind if I wanted?"

Hale flexed his power, let the darkness pour from the air around them and into Savannah's mind. For her, everything went blank. Not unconscious, just gone. No time passed from her perception, like someone had simply shut her off and turned her back on. Just like that, she was sitting on the couch again, Hale standing above her. In reality, she had calmly walked over to the couch and sat down for him, following the mental suggestion with a hollow obedience. He hated it, found it boring, but she needed to understand.

"Now do you get it? I could make you walk right up the stairs and throw yourself from the roof if I wanted. I don't want some boring object I can fuck. I don't need to ask you to blow me. I could just have it. I'm giving you a chance to do this a better way."

Hale ran fingers through his hair, sighing at the frustration she was bringing him. Honesty was not working, but if he forced the transformation on her, then they would never be able to enjoy this. So, he gave in just enough, gave her an explanation.

"Yes, you do have to swallow it. Not just blood or cum. But, I'm not flaying my skin off for you to eat and I doubt you want to eat my hair either. This is magic, little girl, not some disease I'm giving you. The exchange is what matters. Life for life. I give you some of my immortality and take the last of your mortal heartbeats. If I don't feed on you, it won't work. Now, pick. Blood or my pleasure. I'm out of patience for this."

She seemed a little ashamed of her wants before she knew what he really was. That was absurd as far as Hale was concerned. They both worked in making people want them. Provided a fantasy they knew half their viewers saw as sexual. What else would they want from one another? His frustration was overwriting his desire for the moment, but once she agreed, it would he easy to get him ready.

 

[Bunny]

Teasing the vampire was not the smartest thing Savanah had ever done and his anger ate at her skin with little sharp bites. No, he wasn’t doing anything to her yet, but she could still feel it as it bubbled from him like living shadow. The playful smirk twisting and his words the last thing she heard before she found herself sitting on the couch, looking up at him. Fear swarmed for a moment, thick and alive much like his shadows. He could just make her, point… taken. A small part of her mind whispered that he wanted her but clearly not all of her. That sarcasm, that witty repertoire it was a part of Savanah. Sallowing hard she shifted on the couch, watching him for a long moment. “For someone who chose me, you don’t seem to like that I get under your skin..”

The words were soft and she shook her head. He was offering Savannah her dream come to life. It was real not some bullshitchewing her bottom lip she shook her head. “No, that doesn’t really appeal,” she agreed. Eating his flesh or his hair both sounded well.. frankly disgusting. Inhaling she stood and placed her hands on his chest. Pleasure or pain.. There was no escaping.. That much was clear. So she picked pleasure.

With her heels on she still needed to lift herself up on her toes to press a kiss to his mouth. Savannah felt her heart give an excited little thump. She was doing something that so many like her had dreamed of doing. His mouth was firm against her own softer one and her hand curled in his shirt some for balance as she pulled back. The kiss had been chaste, but it had served the purpose. He answer given she lowered herself and gazed up at him. “You know, it is a packaged deal… right?” She smiled some, licking her lips as she looked at his mouth again. She wanted a real kiss.. she also.. wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock inside her while he fed from her.

Her arousal spiked at the thought. Her teeth worried at her lower lip. “Problem for another time though?”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was true that Hale was letting her get away with too much, letting her bother him too much. It was his own memories that led to all of this. The mixed messages. He did not want to force her and give her the same trauma so many of his kind held. Some of them struggled to even drink after the violence of their change. At the same time, Hale knew he would never go back, even if he could. Vampirism was what saved him in the end and he had no tolerance for her snipes at what he was. Not when she wore it like a costume.

"Everyone has things that are off limits. You will learn and I will make sure you do."

Then, she seemed to give in. Finally understand that there were no different endings, just a selection of paths to get there. But, the little human surprised him. She did something unexpected. Shifting to her feet, Savannah grabbed a handful of his shirt and leaned up to kiss him. That was a dangerous path. It was a promise of the thing he was looking for. It was a bit of companionship. Without thinking, Hale leaned in to follow as she pulled away. She was too far away, took the kiss away too quickly for his tastes. Her little remarks was extra gasoline on the fire.

"I know exactly what I'm signing up for. I'm a big fan, remember? I don't want someone to bore me. It does get boring, being immortal. When you do it alone."

For a moment, Hale held it back. He looked over the little thing that had kissed him. The way she bit her lip and looked at him. The thoughts were written all over her face. She wanted him, despite what had passed between the two in the last few minutes. He wanted her as well. That was part of the reason he invited her and he had made no effort to hide it. So, he took the opportunity, gave up on holding what he had never hidden.

Savannah was pinned down to the couch with inhuman quickness, bouncing against the cushions as he moved to straddle her. Strong hands tangled into her hair and he had to focus, make sure he did not break her in his eagerness. He tugged that lovely hair, tilted her face up to him, and leaned down. Their lips met in a hungry crash, the chaste kiss of moments before gone. He held her lips for a long few moments, opened them just a fraction so that they could exchange a shaky breath before he pulled away, biting her bottom lip as he retreated.

"Would you prefer we let your change sit in the background for a few minutes? Or do you want me to show you what I am? Do you want the vampire?"

 

[Bunny]

His mouth had followed hers as she’d pulled back and that too sent a little thrill through her. There was something about knowing he wanted her rather than being told. Proof in the pudding? The thought was pushed away as he said he knew what he was getting into, he was a big fan. She smiled then. It was shy almost as she bit her slower lip, looking up at him. Her little devious mind already wanting to know what it would feel like to be with him. Had she seen it? Second before she was bouncing on the couch with a squeal. No fear, a bright sound of excitement as she found Hale above her.

Hands in her hair, face tilted up to him and she could tell he was being gentle. With how she’d bounced on the couch… pinned to it now she squirmed against the cushions as his mouth lowered to hers. It wasn’t a sweeping kiss, an exploration of mouths and she gave a delicate little growl as he pulled back. Her breathing was rougher, his barely fazed. A brow lifted and she snorted softly. “Can you even pass?’ It was a teasing remark as she pulled against the hands in her hair, the sharp little pain quick and sweet as her teeth scrapped his lower lip. Their breath mingled as she spoke again, lips against his. “Besides, you already know the answer, don’t you?”

Could he sense her desire? Even if not, Hale wasn’t stupid.. Like most girls who wanted to be in this position, the didn’t want some human man, they wanted the fantasy. Lucky for Savannah he was the real deal. A tongue brushed against his lower lip and she had to wonder how hard it would be to fetch him without cutting herself and then if she cared if she did… Once the veil had been dropped Savannah found herself more than in the mood. Hands snaked along his thighs, nails biting in lightly. “Don’t pretend to be something you’re not, Hale..”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

The way Savannah looked up at him was enough to make the vampire's heart speed up, had it still been in operation. This was not about love. Hale wanted his own personal toy. If they were something more, it was not going to be happening tonight. Savannah was here because he invited her and there had been only the most subtle hints of decorum when they had first messaged. It had been about work and sex. About luring Savannah in with something he knew she wanted. That did not mean he wanted it any less. So, when she invited him in, gave up on being afraid and took the easy way forward, it was dangerous for the vampire straddling her.

"I pass for human just fine when I want. The powers I'll teach you to use make it easy. Camouflage for the predators to hunt in. You just like the monster more than the disguise."


It was what she wanted, so he gave it to her. The glamour unraveled completely. It had been thin at best, but now it dissolved like sand in a breeze. His eyes turned that demonic red, glowing like a dying sun. The tips of his fangs peeked at the corners of his mouth, though their retraction and extension was physical, not magical. The biggest change was also the most subtle. His body was still in an impossible way, his muscles refusing to twitch, his posture straight. It was like someone pretending to be human, which was the truth in a way. The man she was looking at now could never be mistaken for a mortal.

"Well, I'm glad you stopped pretending you don't want this."

His fingers tightened, gave her more of that sweet pain, and he finally let go. Hale moved down and caught her mouth again, opening his mouth to give her the access she wanted. His tongue flicked her lip, told her to let him in, and a moment later she was teasing her tongue, playing games with it. Because he knew she would love it, he extended his fangs, let them press against her bottom lip and threaten to spill blood. Meanwhile, he was reacting elsewhere. Savannah was gorgeous and getting to let loose when he had been planning for this was a relief. So, he was already straining against the loose and comfortable pants he wore around the house.

Slowly, he released her hair, groaned into her mouth while she raked her nails down his thighs. Grabbing her wrists, Hale pushed her hands toward the clear outline of his arousal, sliding her palms along either side of it, letting her feel how big he was. Then, without warning, he pressed a fang harder on her lip, split the skin and let a drop of blood spill out and into his mouth. His mouth caught her bottom lip as he retracted the vampiric teeth and he suckled it, groaning in a whole different way as he pulsed under her palms. When he broke away, Hale licked his lips, a little red staining them.

"Am I living up to your fantasy? Or is it less romantic? Would you rather I turn you while you are wrapped around me? Because I would very much like to fuck you right now, Savannah."

 

[Bunny]

When his glamour dropped Savannah felt her heart stutter. Fear and desire mingled as one. His eyes, which had always been lovely now were rubies. Red, glowing and eerie. She could see the tips of razor sharp fangs against his lips and she shivered. Was she afraid? Yes. She didn't hide it. There was more though, Hale had been right. She did want him, the idea of what a vampire was. It wasn't the physical changes that sent the shiver along her spine, it was how the life vanished. It didn't leak away, it was like a plug had been pulled. It was his words that pulled her back to the hear and now and she laughed some, her eyes dancing. While the pretense had been just that, it had changed, greatly since she had walked in the door.

"Yes well, you did kinda throw a lot at me," she said, though there was no sarcasm or bite to her words, not as she pulled him closer, his mouth meeting hers. His own mouth parted and he licked at her lower lip, a demand perhaps of his own. Her mouth opened and her tongue swept into his mouth, careful of the fangs at first. His fangs pressed against her lower lip now and she could feel the sharp point of them and as she shifted though they didn't break the tender skin as their tongues sanced.

Panting softly Savannah gazed up at him as he captured her wrists, pulling her hands to his cock. His mouth shifted over her own she felt how easily that razor sharp tip parted the skin of her lip. The scent was coppery and she whimpered at that pain but didn't pull away. Not when she could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Not when he captured her lower lip, sucking on it, tasting the sweetness of her blood. She felt the way his cock twitched and she groaned softly underneath him. His question made her shake her head a little. "Mmmn, yes and no."

They always romanticized the monsters. Vampires were still human in the books, the movies. Or more human than Hale now appeared. It was softer and harder all at once. It was like losing your virginity, most girls made it into something sweet.. romantic. Something it rarely was. Though, Hale seemed to understand that on some level, for his next words and her squirming beneath him, her hands flexing on his length as she nodded. "Please.." One word, filled with need. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her. Not make love. She wanted him to feed from her while he did...

Savannah wanted to die and be reborn on his cock.

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

Savannah was starting to forget what he had done, what he had promised. She was starting to think only about how the object of her fantasies was currently straddling her. That was exactly what Hale wanted. She would be his, his personal toy. If she enjoyed it, that just meant it would be easier. He was not confident that it would last for long. When the trap was fully sprung, when she realized that she would be reliant on him if she wanted to continue her existence, it might be bumpy. For now, he was allowed to focus on exactly how pretty she looked. Wide eyes drinking in the monster he really was, a pulse thumping in her veins, her pouty lips all red from kissing, and the little pearl of blood that refused to become large enough to roll down her chin.

If was enough to make his body warm under her touch, his cock throbbing at the prospect of doing something he had never done before. While he was not exactly alive, he was far from a corpse. His body felt like any other human, he still bled when cut. What he lacked was the essence, the soul. The thing that made life happen. That was what he drank from humans, what they produced in unlimited supplies. His body was more than willing to react to physical response. Right now, it was begging him to act, to attack in response to that tiny little plead for attention.

So he did.

A quick lick along her lower lip to claim the blood, then he moved lower. The mesh of her top, while cute, blocked access that he wanted badly. So, he freed her wrists and slid back, moving off the edge of the couch. Hale was on in his knees before her, though he was tall enough they were still easily face-to-face. This was not a position of supplication. He was going to take what he wanted.

"I'll take that an open invitation, then. I'm going to devour you bit by bit before I claim you and change you."

With that, he slid his hands up her sides and under her top. Hale pushed it up and over her breasts, revealing her in ways he had never seen her before. In that moment, the vampire was perfectly happy with his choice. It was almost impossible to tell the change in his expression. A sharp breath, a little wider eyes. He was pleased, excited. Then, he had his mouth around her nipple, groaned a little at the taste of flesh for something besides food. His tongue flicked her nipple, soft suckling drawing it into his mouth.

His hands moved down to her knees, pushed her pastel skirt up to her hips, then dragged his nails down to the tops of her stockings. Hale growled a little, releasing her nipple with the smallest scrape of his teeth as he pulled back. He looked into her eyes and licked his lips.

"Maybe I should have a snack between your legs first. The femoral artery is a lovely treat. And other things. If you ask nicely."

 

[Bunny]

She should have been terrified, some small part of her mind whispered, he was a monster. It however was overridden by something far more primal. Lust. Lust was the cause of many bad decisions for most of the human race, why not now too? Hale was a fantasy made flesh and her own fear only added to the appeal. What was life without a little fear after all?

His tongue lapped at the little drop of blood that his fang had created and she gave a breathy sigh. When he shifted, her hands released and Hale now between her thighs, gazing at her, almost taller than her as he knelt. Someone might have thought it was submissive, his kneeling but they both knew better. This just gave him a better angle, and her breath caught in her throat as her top was lifted in one swift motion. The air was cool and her body already excited reacted further, nipples hardening against the press of air. His reaction was subtle, so subtle that Savannah almost missed it.

Hale was pleased with her. Her breasts to be more specific. Savannah wasn’t well endowed, but she liked her breasts. Small, perhaps a little more than a handful.. they were as pale and creamy as the rest of her. The pink of her nipples was rosy, which perhaps made the black ball on either side stand out so much, though the bat that hung beneath each erect peak had a ruby red stomach, like little blood drops. If he took time to admire them, Savannah didn’t know and the passing thought to ask vanished as his mouth closed over one nipple.

Her cry was sweet and her back arched at the strong pull of his mouth. She’d felt it between her thighs, the pleasure. His growl vibrated the tender nub and the metal that speared it. Moaning she squirmed in her seat, her skirt now pushed up around her hips. Hands shifted, circling his shoulders as she bit her lower lip. She should have fought him, but no.. Savannah spread her legs for him in invitation. Gods, she was already so wet, she could feel it pressing against her panties. Could he smell it? The thought made her pale cheeks flush. She wasn’t easy.. well not normally.. but she also didn’t fuck vampires regularly either…

“Please,” her voice was breathy and she smiled at him.. how she managed to be shy and almost innocent at the same time she spread her legs for him was anyone’s guess.. “Hale..” His name was as sweet as that first cry, a plea for his attentions..

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Hale most certainly liked the piercings. They were cute and goth, the two things that he loved to see mixed. It was what he saw in Savannah, what made him want her. Even with her legs eagerly spreading before him, he was distracted by her little bat. He could turn into a bat if he wanted, turn into almost anything, but it always felt a little childish to have someone use that as a symbol of a vampire. So, just for his own amusement, Hale flicked the bat and watched it tug on the chain suspending it.

Her voice was breathty, needy. This was what he had wanted from the start. For a moment, he even considered making good on his promise to drink from her before he tasted her. It was only the possibility of making a mess that stopped him. Instead, he retracted his fangs, let them slip all the way in until they barely stood out from normal canines. Her pleading had made him happy, so she could have a treat.

"So eager now. I hope you don't forget how badly you wanted this when you get your attitude back."

And with that, he leaned forward. Immediately, his mouth found her panties. A thick tongue extended, running along the fabric. If he had not already been hit with her scent, he was now. Her wetness bled through the fabric, her taste soaking his tongue. The groan that came from within him was hungry, the sound of a vampire who often had to hold back and was done doing so.

His hands moved up her thighs again, finding the waist of her panties and tugging roughly, nearly dragging her further down on the couch as he worked them down her thighs. He only got them down to her knees before he gripped her legs and lifted, tucking his head between her thighs. That was when he got a good taste of her, pressing the tip of his tongue between her folds and letting her wetness flow into his mouth. When he groaned again, it was nearly a growl. His fingers tightened under her knees and he pushed them higher, exposing her even more.

That was how Hale began to show Savannah the positives of belonging to him. His tongue slipped between her folds and found her tight entrance, curling up and working inside as he drank her honey. He worked his tongue deeper and deeper until his nose was pressed to her clit, his eyes flicking up to see her reactions. Then, he dragged the tip of his tongue along her ceiling until it slipped out of her and flicked over her clit.

"You taste quiet good, human. It's making my cock throb and getting me very impatient. I think I'll have my fill of you in a moment. Once I'm done... feasting."

With that, he closed his mouth over her clit and started to play with it, the tip of his tongue making aggressive circles around it, flicking on occasion to keep her from getting used to any one sensation.