A. N. Someone take my internet connection away for a week.

An hour had passed since they began their shower. The sun was just barely below the horizon. Frank and Heather were getting dressed in fresh clothes.

Frank was wearing dark blue, baggy jeans and a burgundy thermal shirt with his boots while Heather wore a dark red hoodie with a black top and the same skirt from earlier with her heels but no panties to speak of.

Frank was bringing Heather out with him tonight, he was going to get her a gun first. He thought Trip would be the best option for getting a weapon for Heather.

It was not the best after all. If you knew where to look, you could find almost anything.

Heather was curious as to what they were going to do but kept silent. Frank however felt the need to give her a briefing.

"Heather, we need to get you armed. I know a guy, he runs the pawn shop downstairs. We can buy a gun from him." He explained.

"Understood." Heather smiled at him.

"Alright, let's go."

And with that, they headed for the pawn shop. After getting outside, they saw Trip unlocking the door.

"Hey, Trip! We need to buy something." Frank shouted to get his attention.

Trip turned to them, recognizing Frank as a very valuable customer.

"Hey, Frank! Just need a minute to open up the store." He turned back to the door, finally getting through.

"Come on in."

With that, they followed.

"My associates have recently brought in some new merchandise, so I have some top quality items."

Frank looked around, not seeing what new merchandise he wanted. Trip looked at Heather as he rounded the cage and came up to the counter.

"So, what would you like?" He asked, bringing up a shelf full of recently pilfered jewelry, most of it from the past few nights Frank had been out fighting.

"Different shelf, Trip. The real merchandise." Frank insisted.

"I know you but not her. How am I supposed to trust someone for nothing?"

Frank pulled out fifty dollars and placed the money on the counter.

"You trust her for money, plus she's my girl. She wants a new gun." Frank answered, covering for his ghoul.

"Alright, take a look." Trip replied, replacing the shelf with one full of handguns.

Frank was satisfied by this and Heather already saw one she liked.

"Go on, Heather, choose one." Frank told her.

She stepped forward and told Trip which one she liked.

"The small one, in the bottom right." She spoke, pointing at the gun.

"Ah, the Makarov! I just built that two days ago. Hasn't been fired beyond testing." Trip exclaimed, proud of his work.

He removed the semi automatic from the shelf and put it through the cage. Heather took it to examine, dropping the magazine and trying to pull the slide back. It was still stiff, proving how new it was.

Frank asked how much it would cost.

"For you? Three-fifty, but since it's a gift only two hundred." Trip answered, trying to give a good deal to his customer.

Frank counted out the money and paid him, then asked for ammo and two more magazines while Heather became better acquainted with the gun.

Trip handed over exactly what was ordered, saying it was free.

Frank then had a thought.

"Hey, Trip. You got any holsters?"

"Yeah, last two. Your lucky, cops have been buying these from me like they wanted no one else to have any." Trip explained, walking to a backroom.

He returned with two leather holsters. One was a shoulder holster and the other a leg holster.

"Nice! How much for both?" Frank asked.

"Twenty bucks."

"We'll take 'em!" Frank said excitedly, and paid for the holsters.

Frank had a jacket to go over the shoulder holster. He grabbed it, eager to try it on.

As Frank adjusted his to fit, Heather had just finished loading her new Makarov. She then grabbed the leg holster and knelt down.

She hiked up her skirt, careful not to expose herself and strapped the holster to her right thigh. She then holstered her new Makarov, being careful of the safety.

Frank had no trouble with his holster, it fit well. He looked down to see Heather adjusting her own.

"That looks nice on you." He complimented.

Heanther straightened out her skirt and stood up to kiss her master and thank him.

"It's great, I love it!"

"Good. We just have to stop by the apartment so I can grab something." Frank explained before Heather kissed him again.

They walked out of the pawnshop and back up to the apartment. After entering, Frank went over to his desk and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside it was a black leather jacket he got before coming to LA. He put on the jacket and walked over to Heather.

"How do I look?" He asked, hoping for a positive answer.

"You look great."

"Good to know."

Frank had a clever thought once more.

"Heather, make sure you call me by name when we're out in public, alright?"

Heather felt her adoration for him grow at this suggestion.

"Okay, Frank. Or maybe 'Frankie?'"

He gave a smirk at that.

"Okay, but only you can call me Frankie. Let's go." He said before walking out the door, Heather close behind.

They went out and found a cab, the usual driver Frank had. He asked for downtown and there they went.

During the ride, Heather felt the need to talk to her master in order to fill the silence.

"Hey, uhh. Did you ever have any relationships previously?" She asked, moving closer.

Frank looked at her for a second, then responded.

"Three, but none of them went well."

"Why do you say that?"

"The first girl cheated on me. The second tried to abuse me and then play the victim. The third however, I was 'too much' for her."

Heather was surprised to say the least. He was hardly a difficult person to be around, for her at least.

"How were you 'too much' for her?" She probed.

"I was just too, rough I guess. I didn't have the best life growing up, and it was just after Highschool when I met her. She saw me get into a fight one day with a few thugs and lost it."

"Okay, but fights happen. I don't see any reason for her to do that."

"She said something about me 'enjoying it too much' or something like that." He explained.

Heather leaned on his shoulder, then asked about the abusive girl.

"That was during Highschool. She thought it would be fun to burn me with cigarettes one day. I told her to fuck off, then she got mad and called the cops."

"That seems like an overreaction. How did that go?"

"The cops knew my asshat father, because he was a Sargent. He explained what happened and they dropped it. That didn't stop him from giving me a beating after they left."

"That's awful!" Heather balked at the story.

"Yeah, but I'm free now. No need to worry."

Heather closed her eyes and breathed. She felt how relaxed he was and that made her feel better.

Frank decided to learn more about her.

"Well what about you? What was life like before I came along?" He asked.

Heather paused for a moment, then decided to tell him.

"I lived in LA for my whole life. Any friends I made always went somewhere else. I sort of had some social anxiety growing up, but I stayed out of trouble."

"Well, it's not great but at least early on, things weren't bad." Frank reasoned.

Heather smiled from his optimism, then continued.

"After Highschool started, I thought things were going to be better, maybe I could make some friends. My parents went out of town on a trip to visit a relative, but died in a car crash."

"Oh, ouch. Sorry."

"It's alright. After that I lived with my grandma. Finally I got out of Highschool and went to college, barely meeting people all year. I barely knew my roommate because I always kept to myself. Then the one time I go out, it's to a beach party in Santa Monica, but I got caught in a mugging on the way there."

Frank felt rather somber at this information.

"That's how you met me, isn't it?"

"Yeah. You were there for me. Why did you save me?"

"I just don't like seeing the innocent suffer."

Heather looked up at him from his shoulder and smiled.

"You really can be decent when you need to be." Heather spoke, honestly showing care for his human side.

Frank looked at her, smiling at the complement. He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss.

The driver however thought back to when he was young. In his day, you had to really prove your worth to have someone care like that, ghoul or not. He spurned God by meeting a woman after all.

He knew what Frank did and thought he proved himself.

He went back to minding his own business and drove downtown.

Frank pulled away from the make out session with Heather. He had to tell her why they were even going downtown at all.

"Okay, this should wait. We have to focus." Frank explained, sounding frustrated.

He felt an ache again. The same ache as before. He could also smell the lust from Heather.

"We are going to deal with a 'plague' situation. There's a blood born plague downtown and the CDC are involved."

Heather was upset, but wouldn't interrupt.

"If they stick around for long enough, they might find the kindred, and that means vampires like me."

"So we find the source of this and deal with it, right?" She assumed and finished for him.

"Right." Frank looked very frustrated, and pained.

Heather could only wait for the ride to be over as the heat in her core persisted.

Frank however could not focus at all anymore and just closed his eyes. Heather rubbed up against his arm, accidentally making his situation worse.

"Maybe we could find a private place to finish this." Heather recommended, Frank nodded and opened his eyes again to look around and distract himself.

Heather recognized the surroundings. They were finally downtown.

"Right at this corner please." She told the driver. Frank understood, trying to tuck his member down, not wanting to get pinched by his zipper.

He paid once the driver stopped, probably too much, then rushed out, Heather following close behind.

He led her around a corner into an alley, they went further in until they could turn another corner.

They found a private area where they wouldn't be disturbed and Heather jumped onto Frank. Frank caught her, then pinned her to a wall.

He gripped her legs and pushed up her skirt. Their lips smashed together and their tongues fought savagely.

Heather could feel Frank's stiff cock poking her through his pants. She reached down and undid his the front of his jeans, freeing his length.

Frank ground himself into Heather while she was grinding against him until he finally entered her, causing her to shout.

Frank pulled his face back for a moment.

"Keep quiet! We need to be discreet!" He ordered before he began thrusting.

Heather did her best to stay silent by biting her lip and kissing her master. Her core was on fire and she was already at the edge.

Frank leaned forward and nipped at her neck, feeling her clench around him out of reflex. He began thrusting faster and started to suck her earlobe.

Heather was sent to hell and back from this. She came hard, squirting on Frank's cock, biting her tongue hard enough to taste blood.

Frank could feel his pressure building, and at this point just wanted to release.

He looked to Heather, who had blood staining her teeth and her eyes almost white.

He exposed his neck to her and she bit down hard, making him grunt from the pain. She began to drink as he kept pounding.

Finally, he could almost feel his release and pushed in as deep as he possibly could, filling Heather to the brim in the process.

Heather drove her teeth deeper at this feeling, and he shot one thick rope of cum after another into her.

Heather realized what she was doing and pulled herself from his neck, taking some flesh with her.

"Ohh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!" Heather panicked as Frank was still cumming.

Finally, the orgasm subsided and Frank relaxed.

"I'll be fine. I could use some blood after that though." Frank reassured her as his neck wound closed.

"Here, take mine!" Heather offered her neck to him.

"Alright, just try to stay lucid."

Frank dipped his teeth into her neck, making her moan again. He drank as he felt himself throb from within her. He pulled from her neck and kissed her, tasting his vitae on her lips and tongue.

He started thrusting again without having withdrawn after the first round.

Heather just tried to stay quiet, a squeak escaping every now and again as she felt more heat building inside her.

Frank thrusted wildly, angry that he wasn't done yet but determined to be satisfied.

Heather came again and again from his angry fucking. She hoped that they would do this all day when morning came.

A small puddle was forming beneath them from their fluids. Frank was befinning to reach the edge and Heather had gone mostly numb by now. He was pushing harder and deeper, the pressure in his balls motivating him.

He was almost there but not quite. Heather was slightly concious by now but pulled herself closer. She started to nip at his ear, surprising him. Then she sucked his earlobe.

This sent him over the edge and he fired off another load. Heather moaned out loud at the sensation, unable to keep herself quiet.

Frank could was seeing spots from how intense his release was. He finished cumming inside Heather, then pulled out with his cum flowing out after him.

Heather climbed down from his waste and stumbled as she made contact with the ground, careful not to step in the puddle they made. She looked to Frank to see him leaning on a garbage can, looking very exhausted.

Heather was too busy catching her breath and focusing on her balance to really do anything however to try to help him.

Frank stood straight, blinking his eyes and pulling out his bandana from his back pocket.

He cleaned himself off and zipped up his pants, which had one or two stains on it. He walked over to Heather to help her clean up. He crouched down and pushed her legs apart and started to wipe her clean.

Heather flinched from the feeling, still sensitive from several orgasms earlier. Frank ignored her and continued to clean her.

Heather tried to speak through her gasps.

"We, we really should, uh, just try to do this during the day." She gasped out again as Frank tossed his now soiled bandana aside and pulling out an identical, clean bandana.

"Agreed." He responded calmly.

Heather reached for the bandana before he could continue. She took it from him and balled it up.

"What are you doing with that?" Frank asked as he stood, watching her.

"Plugging a leak." She answered, creating a makeshift tampon and slowly inserted it, giving a low groan from the feeling.

It succeeded in stopping her pussy from dripping, but felt very annoying. This resourcefulness surprised Frank, he was impressed by how clever Heather was.

Heather fixed her skirt and walked up to her master. He leaned in and kissed her one last time for the night.

He checked himself and gave Heather a once over before speaking.

"Are you ready to get moving again?" He asked, hoping to handle this plague issue soon.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Heather responded, still shaky.

The two left the alley and started to wander downtown, searching for the plague.