CHAPTER 3

It's been three days since witnessing my little vixen in action and I have done nothing but follow her around like some dog. I was waiting, wanting to see something bloody happen again, but it didn't. If I hadn't seen her in action, I would believe she was just a run-of-the-mill college student. So why was I still following her? Because everything she did intrigued me: the way she brushed her teeth, the way she wore the most baggy, ugly clothes - though we both knew she had a fuck hot body - even the way she chewed made me stare unblinking. I needed to stop being a pussy and approach her, but not tonight. I wanted to make sure I was well fed before being in close proximity to her. Besides, I had plans with a buddy of mine to check out the new S&M bar that just opened. He always said the freaks tasted better; I guess tonight I would find out.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I tried to get the vixen out of my head. Tonight was about fun and there was nothing fun about fantasizing about someone you've never met, fuck that shit. I was going to feed on a dominatrix with a leather fetish tonight, my obsession could wait until tomorrow. Tonight I was wearing a solid black Under Armour shirt that hugged every muscle I had and a pair of matching black pants. I didn't need to do a lot to attract my prey, they were instinctively drawn to me. I took one last look in the mirror and made my way out of my apartment to my 2018 jet black Jeep Wrangler that was parked out front. When I got to the club Jasper was waiting out front. "Hey man! You ready for this? It's gonna get wild!" Jasper was always one to be dramatic. He loved this place simply because it was mostly filled with fang bangers, AKA humans who loved to get fucked by vampires in exchange for giving some blood. It's not my style. I don't like to fuck my food, they're too weak. One wrong thrust and they're bleeding out, no fucking thanks. I simply loved the kill. Jasper has always been soft; he has never liked killing his meals.

We've been here for 30 minutes, and I'm already bored, but Jasper was covered in women. I couldn't even see his face. He was sitting on a leather couch head thrown back with a tall blonde sucking on his face, a chubby redhead sucking his neck, and a petite brunette leaning over sucking his cock through his zipper. Half- naked women were everywhere, and all I could think about was my little vixen. I wonder what she's up to? I needed to get a fucking grip. Just as I was about to leave Jasper to his vices, I caught her scent, and my throat erupted like lava. My eyes sought her out with a panic, until they rested on a sight that made my knees almost give the fuck out. Sweet Jesus, it seemed that red was her favorite color, and she looked damn good in it. She wore a crimson velvet spaghetti strap dress that hugged her hourglass figure to perfection and stopped right under her luscious ass. I took a chance to look at her face and noticed that she was as bored as I was. She approached the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary as soon as she sat down, though many people were waiting. Before I knew what was happening my feet were moving in her direction. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I would deal with that later; I just needed to be near her. Whatever reservations I had about my fixation, they went out the window as soon as I caught her scent. I was coming up behind her when I was intercepted once again, this time by a tall, curvy blonde with long hair. "Bella, what the fuck are we doing here? I don't know how I let you drag me to these disgusting places. I feel like I'll get an STD just by touching something in here." So the vixen's name was Bella, how fitting. Bella, bellllla, belalalalala, I couldn't stop playing with it in my mind. "Rosalie, calm your lady tits, I just wanted to check it out. You volunteered to come, remember?" This was the first time I had heard her voice, and I immediately wanted to hear it again. The leggy blonde rolled her eyes but didn't say another word. Bella turned around and started scanning the room, keeping the bored look on her face. I myself started looking around and noticed again I was not the only one entranced by Bella. I even saw a couple of assholes lick their lips. The only thing keeping them at bay was the big "fuck off" written across her forehead. Lucky for me, I don't scare off that easily. I put on my best panty-dropping smile and made my move. I made sure to approach as soon as I entered her field of vision. Her eyes landed on me, but she didn't look impressed. What? "Can I buy you a drink gorgeous? I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you all night?" Smooth. "Fuck off," was her reply. Fuck off? Fuuuuck off? Fuuuuuck offfff? I had to make sure I heard right. Maybe she had a slip of the tongue. Maybe her English wasn't that great and she actually meant, "Please take me home you handsome bitch." I couldn't wrap my head around it. Before I could reply she was headed in the direction of the exit.

I could not believe this bullshit. I had obsessed over this woman for three whole days and I get a "fuck off"? I marched after her. She owed me something. She didn't know it, but she did. When I made it outside, I followed her scent around the corner which lead to the alley between the club and the adjacent building. I had a sudden feeling of deja vu. I shook it off and approached her. She was lazily leaning against a brick wall smoking a cigarette. I slowly approached her, my anger slowly starting to fade. As soon as I got close to her, I opened my mouth to speak when I was suddenly cut off. She had somehow moved me to where I was pressed up against her, the wall to my back. We stayed like that, her head tilted up, her eyes boring into mine. I was almost a foot taller than her and had about 120 pounds on her. How the fuck did she move me? Before I had a chance to ask, her lips were on mine, and I was in heaven. They were warm, soft, and hungry. After my shock wore off I threaded my hands in her hair and pulled her even closer. Her scent, her body, her touch, they were all giving me a high I had never experienced. I was brought out of my musing when I felt her little hands taking down my zipper, I never fucked my food, it was my golden rule. I reached my hand down to stop her, but she had already found the promise land. Rules be damned. Her expert hands were roughly stroking my cock from root to tip. I had to take a break from her mouth to throw my head back. Fuuuuuuuck. She took breaks in between stroking my cock to tease my head with her thumb. Yeeeeeesss. When I opened my eyes both of our positions had once again changed. Whether it was of my doing or hers, I didn't really care. She had taken my place with her back against the wall. I started to ravish her neck and palm her breasts as she continued her assault on my dick. I felt her jump and wrap her legs around me, which allowed me to finally get a chance to cup the ass I've been thinking about for the past three days. I started grinding her against the hard brick wall. I didn't give a fuck if I was too rough, she wanted this. I sucked in a harsh breath and gave the loudest moan I've ever given in my life. My beautiful vixen lifted herself and sheathed me completely inside her. Fuuuuuuck yesssssssss. She burned me alive in the most delicious way. Her pussy gripped me like a vice. Jesus. I decided I needed to stop being a pussy and do some of the work. I slowly started moving in and out of her, so she could get used to my girth, all 10 inches of it. I buried my hands in her soft hair and locked my hands in, as I devoured her neck. I felt her tighten around be, I knew she was getting close, shit so was I, but something in me screamed to stop. I took a chance to look up at her face and our eyes locked. Right when I was about to kiss her luscious lips again, she said something that stopped every movement in my body. Kill me.

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