A/N: I would like to express my apologies to chelsea and anyone else from Arizona who was offended by the way Slasher spoke. This mistake will be corrected in future chapters.

Chapter Three – Of lust, magic and vampires

Lily POV

I was on the dance floor of a goth club called Nightmare. I was going to go to one called The Taipan Commune, but Nightmare was nearer, and I was hungry. I've always loved dancing, ever since I can remember. I closed my eyes and let the music wash through me. I was wearing skin-tight leather pants, black of course, black leather boots with spiked heels that came about 4 inches below my knees, dark red lipstick and an incredibly tight black tank top with the words 'The Devil's Whore' written in red. I looked like a slut, but I didn't care. That was the point.

I saw a guy, cute, about 23. Still dancing, I whispered a spell. His head snapped around, and he stared at me. I took my eyes off him and smiled. That spell was for obsession. For as long as he lived, he'd think about hardly anything but me. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, would hardly sleep, and when he did sleep, he'd dream of nothing but me, dancing and laughing. He'll slowly waist away, thinking of nothing but me. Funny, huh?

It would take effect in about three hours.

After a while I got tired of dancing and went to the bar. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

"Just a coke," I answered. He gave me my coke and I sipped it, looking around the club. I spotted another guy, about 19 I'd say. He was slim, lean, around 5'11. He had hair that came just below his shoulder, dyed black. He was wearing tight black jeans, a black leather coat that reached his ankles, and a pretty cool t-shirt. It was black, with the words 'CRADLE OF FILTH' written in red. The letters looked kind of like fire. Under that was a silver-white picture of a naked woman of her knees, fingering herself. I had to admit, it was quite tastefully done. A few shadows played across her body in a very artful way. Then I noticed her headgear. It was a nun. I laughed softly. Under the picture in semi-gothic writing was the words 'VESTAL MASTURBATION', again in red. (A/N: I actually have that t-shirt) I liked it. Oh, and on his right hand full length silver rings on all four of his fingers. They ended in claws about an inch long, maybe a little more. The nails that I could see where painted black.

A slow, morbid song came on. I'm not sure of the title, or the artist, but it was really depressing. Also very haunting and slightly thought provoking. I left my coke and walked up towards him. As I walked past, I ran a finger lightly down his cheek. He jerked in surprise, and looked at me. Very slowly, I bent my head down to his neck. I licked it once, sucked a few seconds, and then bit down hard enough to leave a bruise. I kept my face human though, so there were no fangs to break the skin.

I looked up at him. He looked shocked. Even in the gothic culture people don't usually just walk up to you out of the blue and bite you. That was, for most part, reserved for lovers. I turned around and walked onto the dance floor, putting a lot of sex into the walk. I turned around and signalled for him to join me. He stood there for a second, then grinned and walked over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist. We danced for a few minutes, then his leaned towards my ear. "Hey pet, wanna step outside for a minute?"

I smiled seductively and said softly, "Whatever you want baby."

He grabbed my hand and we walked out through a back entrance. When we got out I spun around and slammed him agenised the brick wall. He let out a gasp of air, and before he had a chance to regain his breath, I'd locked my mouth onto his, shoving my tongue down his throat. He jerked his head away, panting. "Gimme...give me a sec to catch my breath."

"A few minutes from now, that's not going to be a problem."

"What?" He looked at me in confusion. I just smiled sweetly. He gave a slight shrug, then stood up to his full height, a little taller than me. He smiled, then reached up his right hand and cupped the back of my head, the index finger on his left hand circling the nipple on my right breast. "And why won't I need to breathe anymore?" He asked softly in a seductive tone, though I did detect a slight bit of curiosity. I backed him into the wall, grinding my hips agenised his. His hand went from circling my nipple to sliding up my top and grabbing my tit. He started to massage it, apparently very happy that I wasn't wearing a bra.

I could feel his hard-on pushing through his jeans. I rubbed it, and something kind of like a growl started in his throat. I laughed softly and whispered yet another spell, then I vamped and plunged my fangs into his neck. He moaned and a shudder wracked his body as pleasure chorused through his entire being. He thrust his hips forward, grinding them into mine. I smelt his cum, staining his dick and the inside of his jeans. I raised my head and changed my face back to human. That spell was for pleasure. Every time I bit him and drank, he experienced a violent orgasm, the best he'll ever feel. It was also an addiction. He'd do anything...and I mean ANYTHING!...to feel it again.

"What the fuck was that?!" He wheezed.

"Did you like it?" I asked softly.

"Hell yeah! Do it again!"

"I can't do it again," I said softly. I stepped back and let my face change from human to demon. His eyes went wide, and he tried to back away, put he just hit the wall after half a step. "If I do it again I'll kill you." On the inside, I was laughing my ass of. On the outside, I was the picture of misery, guilt and regret.

"What the bloody hell are you?" He asked. "You look like one of those vampires on 'The Lost Boys'."

Tears filled my eyes. I bit my lip any looked away. "I'm a vampire." My voice came out as a sob. Damn I'm good. I remember suddenly being a little girl and having my mother tell me not to play with my food. If only she could see me now. Hehe.

"Holy shit," he whispered. Then I got bored. I like playing with my prey, put I really was hungry. I yanked him to me and bit him again. I knew he wanted to run away, but the spell wouldn't let him. But hey, at least he'll die happy! He was having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. And people say I can't be kind. Then again...

I let go of him and let him fall to the floor. The air reeked of the guy's cum. I'd drunk little enough blood that he was still alive and, more importantly, awake. He was making happy little noises, with a look of bliss on his face. I knelt down and slapped him. He looked at me. I winked at him. "What's pleasure without pain?" I said another spell so that no one could hear us, and then took off the pleasure spell. The universe wanted payment for all the fun he'd had, and this was it.

He started shaking and his screams were so intense that they literarily tore his throat apart. Blood was flying from his mouth; his body was wracked with violent spasms. I watched him in fascination. I never got tired of watching them suffer. Their was something beautiful about it.

Eventually he stopped. He lay dead on the ground, his face a picture of agony, as if he still suffered, even in death. I stared I awe. So beautiful.

I placed a kiss on his forehead, and walked home.