"New Recruit"

Universe: Canon (During Eclipse)

Rating: M (For language and sensuality)

Characters: Victoria

Genre: Horror

Summary: A single man at a club responds blindly to a siren's call. Unfortunately, he misread the invitation.

Disclaimer: I wrote it but I don't own it.


Derek saw her from across the crowded club. Sexy. Untamed. He paused, his tumbler of whiskey hovering just beneath his open mouth. Neon lights painted flickering paths across ivory skin. Breasts rose firm and round beneath black lace. Her denim mini rode up sculpted thighs. Fingers raked wildly through coils of red-gold hair.

Her eyes were closed. Her body dipped and spun, swayed and twisted. Sinuous. Provocative. He wasn't the only one watching. She danced alone, an invisible force holding back the crowd. Too beautiful. Too perfect. Otherworldly in her fluid grace.

Derek tossed back the rest of his whiskey. He was sweating. Unable to tear his eyes away.

The beat slowed. The DJ layered and morphed the tracks until a sultry, jazz inspired song dominated. The crowd followed suit. Heavy steps. Jerking hips. The red-haired goddess slipped through the crowd toward him. He swallowed heavily. Her eyes were hooded. Measuring. Questioning. Choosing.

A graceful hand reached out in passing, hooked fingers through his belt. Pulling. Follow me.

He followed.

Icy air. Dark. Brick walls rising before and behind. The scent of wanton desire enveloped him. Her touch, her movements screamed sex.

Down city streets shining black beneath the mist. Streetlamps and traffic signals reflecting off opalescent skin. So much skin. So much hunger.

The briny smell of Puget Sound crawled up his sinuses. Sea weed. Salt. Diesel rainbows on inky water.

The warehouse sat on rotting timbers. Barnacles climbed. Sea weed clung. Silence reigned.

She slipped between the doors, hanging heavy and ponderous on rusted tracks. He trailed. Captivated.

Rotted planks and fetid air. He didn't care. She turned to face him. Beckoned him forward with hands and eyes and voice. He succumbed without a pause.

Fire and ice, pliable human flesh against supernatural rigidity. He didn't notice. Didn't think. Her hands were in his hair. Her mouth at his throat. Her tongue tracing the pounding, pulsating, engorged vein in his neck. He moaned, head back, his cock rising in expectation of complete satiation.

Her teeth cut like razors. Her fingers dug painfully into tender flesh. Her throat convulsed with the sweetness and pleasure of his blood pouring forth. His moan became a scream. Blinding pain escalated into unrelenting torture. Her lips and tongue stroked the gaping wound tenderly. Possessively. Sealing in her venom.

His veins were filled with slivered glass. Shredding. Transforming. Obliterating humanity and leaving a monstrous thirst in their wake.

He convulsed in agony at her feet. His destroyer. His maker. His master.