Her name was Drake. She chose the name because it sounded cool, and young cool-sounding vampires had an easier time living nights in the City. Additionally, only lame-ass vamps kept their human names, like Carmilla. Or Steve.
She walked through the night and rain. Once her heart stopped beating she also stopped caring about the weather. Being a creature of the night had it perks. Now her only goal was to get home to her slaves. Meeting with other vamps during the night to discuss werewolves and such usually tired her out. Ugh, politics.
She arrived at her penthouse („Lair", as she preferred) early enough to have nighttime to burn, but right now she didn't care about hunting, or politics, or whatever else the other bloodsuckers turned to during the night.
Right now she only wanted her pets.
She closed the double-doors of her place and entered her Lair. Her pets would be waiting in the bedroom.
Without taking off her wet leather coat she walked into her bedroom. Her two house-humans were sprawled over the luxurious bed, barely wearing anything, and awaiting her return. They raised their heads and greeted her, just like she trained them. Good pets.
Briskly she moved towards Etherum, and gripped him by his neck. Using her supernatural vampire-strength she pulled him up, and sank her teeth into his neck. Mmhh, 19-year-old. She especially liked this vintage.
A drop of blood lapped down his neck, onto his nipple. She quickly let go of his neck and bit his breast instead, not wasting any blood. He moaned out in pain. It was too good.
Her other slave, Alanna, was watching them eagerly. Drake knew she wanted her turn too. After sucking copious amounts of blood from Etherum's nipple she threw him back onto the bed. She turned to Alanna, grinning her bloody smile.
With one throw from her muscular arms she turned her female pet over on her stomach. She grapped her right butt-cheek and sunk her teeth into it, right next to her slave's panties.
Her girl moaned in pain and pleasure, feeling her mistresses teeth in her derrière. She has been bitten many times before in that spot, and relished the highly recognizable scars. It didn't matter, other regular humans would never see it again. Only her mistress mattered now, and they all knew it.
She sucked up the blood that came from her slave's butt. She loved biting her there, it made her feel like an animal. A blood-starved, wild animal. Mmmh, blood.
Etherum was watching, exhausted. Losing this much blood made him woozy, which obly increased his love for Drake. Feeling her strong arms hold him while she sucked him into unconsciousness always made him fall for her all over again.