A/N: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF TRUE BLOOD!

Chapter One: Hunger

The night came in like a serpent slithering into its hole. It was quite dark tonight, and the streets were all gleaming with neon lights. People were strutting up and down the street in search of nightlife, a good drink or a quick lay. As I sat up on the rooftop and listened to all of the sounds of the city, I sighed contently and breathe in the different scents around me.

"Ah, New York City," I heaved as I stretched wildly. I just woke up and I was completely energized from a long day's rest. Suddenly, as I looked down, I saw a group of people walks towards the bar, and I got a craving. My fangs glistened in the moonlight at the smell of my favorite treat, Brazilian blood.

"Mmm, Brazilian. Damn I haven't had that in a while." I moaned, dying for the taste. I mean, how long can a vampire enjoy drinking Tru Blood without fancying a good, human meal? I quickly shuffled down the stairs and into the bar, hoping that I would catch a quick meal.

I own the Tainted Lotus, an illegal S&M bar that has been open for years now. People from all over come here to see beautiful men and women performing lustful routines, a great drink or to be dominated by me. Tonight, I'm hoping that some attractive, young, Brazilian college girl will come in and let me take care of her, and trust me, I will.

The people were all dancing together closely, their bodies releasing heat and sexual tension. I continued to scan the room until I found a desirable target. The girl was what I wanted and more. She had beautiful, tanned skin and a curvy body. Her hair was black and luscious, but her eyes were sexy and captivating. Oh how I wanted to ravish her. I approached the girl and instantly glamoured her. I wasn't in the mood for any games. I needed it now.

"Follow me," I whispered, gesturing to her in a com hither motion. She silently followed me into an empty hallway and down a flight of stairs. I moaned to myself as I fantasized about having her strapped down to the table, sucking her everywhere and having my way with her. As my glance shifted from the torture table to her, I couldn't contain myself. I pulled her into a passionate kiss and pushed her onto the table. I strapped her down onto the table and began to kiss heavily at her skin. She squirmed under me. "My, aren't we eager tonight?" I moaned, scraping my fangs against her inner thigh, she moaned.

"Ah, fuck, just do me." She moaned, her beautiful voice teasing my ears. Ugh I wanted it. I chuckled and began to nip and lick lightly at her panties, causing her moan aloud. As I slowly fondled her breasts I liked playfully at her inner thigh and then prepared myself to feed.

"Don't worry, my dear, this won't hurt much." I said tenderly. Without haste, I sank my fangs into her skin, tasting the sanguine treat that I had been yearning for the past month. When I tasted it, I wanted to cry at how sweet it was. It was as if my body came from the sensation the coursed through my body. The girl moaned as I began to suck harder, and I probed her entrance with my fingers to sooth the pain (whatever pain she may have).

Suddenly, as she was becoming louder and louder, the door flew open, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Naomi, we need you- oh Kami, I didn't know that you were, uh, busy." Haru said as he walked towards the door. I released my fangs from her bruised inner thigh and looked up coldly at him. You see, Haru is my "assistant" (boy toy) that I acquired during my world travels. He was only nineteen, and he was very intelligent and sexy, but he lacks common sense.

"It's Your Highness, and yes I am busy. Run along, I need to get back to my affairs." I hissed. He gulped/

"But Your Highness, the Magister is here." I quickly rose up from the table and released the girl, shoving her towards Haru.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get the people out of here." I yelled. He nodded in fear and escorted the girl upstairs. I wiped my lips of the bloody residue and went off to make myself more presentable for the Magister.