A/N: Hello. Been going through a lot and apparently some dark stories are coming out of it. This one is similar to another story I wrote, but not quite. I hope that you enjoy it.

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Taylor moved along the boardwalk, keeping to herself. She felt eyes on her, egging her on. Something pushed her forward, keeping her on target. She knew it was him, the one that always made things right.

Of course, it came with a price.

Absently, Taylor touched the choker around her throat which covered her tokens of affection. Some had healed better than others, but they were constant reminders of what she had given herself over to.

Keep going…

She never dared question that voice in her head. The punishment was not worth it. Taylor didn't want to go through that again.

Taylor moved onto the carousel and looked around from her higher perch. She saw her targets easier now. They were simple boys in their late teens. She could almost pity them. They wouldn't see another summer after tonight.

But you're saving them from a life of pain and hardship…of rules and obligations…do not pity them, kitten.

She could almost purr at the sound of his voice in his head, but business needed to be handled. Taylor smoothed her hand through her ebony hair and climbed off the carousel. She moved through the crowd towards her targets.

"Hey," she said in her husky voice once she had stopped near the boys that she was interested in. She leaned against the pier near them. "How's it going tonight?"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were interested in her. She imagined that it was hard for someone as simple as them to not be interested in a girl in extremely short shorts and a crop top that showed off the right amount of skin. She could almost smell the pheromones that were coming off these poor boys.

"Going pretty well," one of the boys said, openly staring at her. "It's a whole lot better with you around, sweetheart."

Taylor wanted to vomit. No one was allowed to call her that. No one but her love and he rarely called her more than kitten.

Pay them no heed…you know what to do, kitten…

A pretty laugh passed through her lips like she was amused. "Oh, you're so sweet. I really can't have made your night that much better." She smiled at them. "Now, if you were interested in some other activities, I'm sure that would be worth it."

The boys shifted and she could feel their excitement. "What kind of activities do you have in mind?"

Taylor turned to face them completely and her smile turned mysterious. "Oh, you know. A little bit of the good stuff. Some of the best weed in the city and the good beer." She hummed and looked thoughtful. "Maybe a bit of the horizontal tango with some of my friends."

There were the pheromones. Even she could smell them and she hadn't been blessed by the Night yet. She knew she had won the boys over.

"Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."

Taylor beamed. "Wonderful!" She motioned for them to follow her. "Come with me, boys. A good time is waiting for you."

Good girl…

With a sway in her hips, Taylor walked away from the boys. She felt them follow her, heard their excited whispers behind her back. Yet, she wasn't focused on them. Just her task. The task that she was entrusted with by the only one that mattered.

She felt his eyes on her as she led the boys to a more secluded part of the boardwalk. She could hear the distant music of the concert section and knew that her favorite saxophonist was playing tonight. Too bad she would have to miss that, but her task was more important.

He was more important.

Taylor hopped over a log and spun around in circles in the glow of a fire. "We're here!" she sang.

The boys looked around and then at her, clearly disappointed. "Hey, what gives, sweetheart? Where are the other chicks and the good time that you promised us?"

The girl put a finger to her lips and pouted. "Oh. My bad. I lied to you."

"Bitch."

"Now that's just rude," Taylor commented with a frown. She hooked her finger in the O-ring on her choker. "Maybe you want to rethink that before they come."

"Who comes?"

"She's crazy, guys."

"We should go."

An amused laugh poured from her lips. "It's far too late for that, boys." She threw her arms open and looked up at the sky. "Come and get them, loves!"

Laughter filled the air, laughter that had once chilled her to the bone. Now it was a welcome cacophony of joy. Demons descended from the sky and landed on the boys, eyes a feral gold and teeth as sharp as daggers. Taylor smiled as she watched the scene play out, knowing that she had done that. That her task had been accomplished.

Golden eyes turned towards her once the last drop of blood was consumed. Taylor felt no fear at the evil those eyes. She watched as they retreated into an ice blue, calm and all knowing.

"Kitten…"

Taylor moved towards him, pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. His hand reached out to her and snagged the choker by the ring at its front, pulling her closer. She made a small sound in her throat as she collided with his solid body.

"You've done well tonight," he said, the smell of cigarettes and musk clinging to him. "Hasn't she, Boys?"

The others laughed and played their usual games with the bodies of tonight's feast. Taylor smiled, happy that she had been able to do good by them.

"Pretty kitten wants a present now, doesn't she?" he asked, running his thumb over the O-ring.

Taylor was practically humming with energy at the thought. He chuckled and his blue eyes sparkled.

"Of course, you do." He pulled her choker off and smoothed his fingers over her many little scars. "Kitten always wants her fix."

Taylor let him tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He plunged his fangs into her and there was a little sting of pain, then the flood of endorphins that kept her going. She closed her eyes and took in the sensation, bathing in it for as long as it lasted.

But it was over far too soon.

She opened her eyes and looked up at her platinum haired angel of the night. He held her trembling body in his arms and looked down at her with amusement, licking the last trickle of blood from his lips.

"How do you feel, kitten?" he asked, his voice permeating every cell of her body.

"Better," Taylor whispered, smiling happily.

"Good, kitten, good." His eyes turned towards his Boys. "How about we give the good little kitten a real present, Boys? The one that she's earned?"

Taylor could feel the excitement coming off the Boys as they drew closer to her. She would have felt scared if she had not known their intent of long ago. She trembled with the same excitement.

"You mean it?" she asked, putting a light hand on his chest.

His eyes gleamed. "Tonight, you become one of us."

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A/N: This is probably not one of my best works. I haven't been in a real writing mood for a while and a lot of my pieces are suffering because of that. I do beg your forgiveness and hope that you leave a comment or two behind. Maybe some encouragement? Thank you again for taking a chance on me and try to have a good night. -Scarlet