Reward

Detective Leon Orcot wasn't pleased at all. Ashlynn had dumped him (worthless ho that she was) and the surly police officer was back on the auction block. Literally.

The scratchy, constricting suit was older than Leon, and the glaring lights were giving him a headache. The bidding on him had been going for five minutes, and he cursed department charity events for the millionth time. It wasn't fair, he was one of the only single guys on the force, and the best looking, but he hadn't even gone over $500 yet.

"Sold to the man in drag!" The auctioneer's loud words jolted Leon back into reality, and he looked out into the crowd to meet the enigmatic stare of Count D. The Chinese shopkeeper was smiling gently, tenderly drawing Orcot off the stage and out the door, into the plush interior of a darkened limousine. The blond man tried to sputter out threats, but D's calm gaze held him silent. It wasn't long before they reached the shop, and Orcot was ushered out and into the incensed, fragrant air with much ceremony. He tried dragging his feet, not liking the look into the Count's two-toned eyes, but it was no use. He was forcibly propelled down the long halls, his clear blue eyes filled with fear, his voice refusing to work.

"Now, now, Detective. I'm not going to assault you. I simply have decided to reward you for your friendship. Oh, come now, Leon. You really aren't my type." D smiled again, and Leon's blood ran cold. "I'm simply going to make you happy, my friend. You, and someone else..."

Leon winced against the iron grip of the count's hands, believing that such a frail looking man shouldn't have such power. Before he knew it, he was led through a door, into a dimly lit room with ornate furnishings and apparently no occupant. There were no windows that Leon could see, and no light save that from the dozens of candles scattered in the room. The incense here was thicker, permeating the air with it's perfumed smoke, filling Leon's lungs and making him tired. So very, very tired...

The woman smiled at the count, running her fingers through the blonde hair of the sleeping man. Her own hair was black, her eyes were charcoal gray, and she didn't bother to hide her beauty with clothing. The count smiled back, turning to leave, a flicker of sadness in his cold eyes.

"Remember, Sabbath, don't leave any stains."

"Don't worry, Count. I won't..."

D shut the door behind him firmly, locking it and quickly escaping down the hall, tears streaming from his eyes. Why did she have to choose Leon?

Back in the room, Leon floated back to consciousness, feeling something warm and wet tracing his jawline. He moaned once and opened his eyes, his blue gaze settling on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Instantly he was hard, his passion spinning out of control. Without a word, she straddled his body and proceeded to satisfy him countless times, her own pleasure never greater. Yes, she thought, he is the one...

Hours later, Leon awoke again to feel the woman's insistent kiss, and he opened his mouth eagerly, recalling the paradise of the night before. The raven-haired woman sucked his tongue for long moments, hardening him again. Then, she bit down, ferociously drinking the blood pouring into her mouth. Leon screamed, and then started choking on his blood, the mysterious woman having bitten off his tongue. She held him down and rode him, climaxing again and again as she proceeded to devour his face, piece by piece. Leon was still gasping for breath as the woman's crimson-stained mouth fastened over his dick. He screamed louder for the Count, begging for mercy, cursing the Petshop of Horrors. He looked at the woman one last time, only to see the fanged face of a female totetsu staring back. He cursed D once more, as this was no reward.