Just a warning, this chapter is kinda gross...

Chapter 3: His First Victim

"Are you ready to get out there and get your first victim?" Stephanie asked.

"More than ready," Mark said, standing up and licking his lips in anticipation.

"Tonight, we bite to kill," she told him, walking over to the door. "No taking pity on anyone just because they're young and innocent."

"Young and innocent?" he asked thoughtfully. "So those are the types to go for."

"The blood of the young and the innocent is most satisfying," she said. "When it fills your mouth and washes over your tongue, you'll fall in love."

"Bloodlust, remember?" he corrected her. "You said there'd be no love. I don't want love."

"You're right," she said, eyes growing dark as she listened to his sexy voice. He noticed the dark look in her eyes and stepped forward, pulling her close to him and leaning down. "Oh, if you kiss me, Mark, we won't be finding your first victim tonight," she warned him.

"I'll refrain...temporarily," he said, standing back up and not kissing her. "But after I get my first victim, all holding back will stop."

"This is why I wanted you, this is why I turned you," she said. "Your passion, your energy, your long-lasting endurance and ability to please..."

"Keep talking like that and we'll have to postpone finding my first victim until tomorrow," he said in a husky voice, laced with lust.

"Let's go now," she said, opening his locker room door and leading him off. "We need to feed in order to survive. What you got from me earlier won't last you forever."

He followed her out of the locker room, shutting the door behind him. "Where are we going?" he asked curiously as they walked out the front door of the arena and into the warm night air.

"We're going to the park. There are bound to be some joggers, some late-night stragglers around," she explained. "See, what we want to do is pick them off one by one. We don't want to get groups of people together."

"But if we did get a group, we could take them right?" he asked as they walked down the sidewalk. "I mean, are we weak?"

"Never underestimate the sheer strength and power of a vampire," she said. "We are extraordinary and superior to all those around us."

They walked to the park in silence. When they reached the park, she took his hand.

"Let's pretend that we're a romantic little couple taking a moonlit stroll," she suggested. "That way, there's no suspicion on us."

"Why pretend?" he asked, gripping her hand in his. "Let's be that romantic couple. Let's take that moonlit stroll."

She looked up at him as she led him to the trail. "We could be the most powerful vampire couple in history," she said. "We could be more brutal, more devastating than Akasha and Lestat. We could dethrone the current royal king and queen and rule the underworld."

He gave a small laugh as they walked slowly along the trail. "Don't you think we should make plans to rule the underworld after I successfully feed off my first victim?" he asked. It made perfect sense. "How do you know I have the power within me to kill?"

"Do you remember how my blood tasted?" she asked suddenly.

"Mmmm, wonderful," he said, remembering, tasting it in his mouth. His teeth turned into fangs and his eyes glazed over. "I want more."

"That's how I know, she said, gesturing at the state that he was suddenly in. "You want more. You have the power within you to kill mercilessly to get what you want."

His face transformed back to normal and he continued walking, no doubts about his ability to kill in his mind. Suddenly, he spotted a young woman sitting on a bench a few feet away. The woman was just staring up at the full moon. The moonlight washed over her, making her blonde hair look like liquid silver. She was a statue of total perfection.

"I have to have her," he said slowly, letting Stephanie's hand go. "I have to."

Stephanie smiled. "Go ahead," she said. "I'll watch from over here..." She walked over behind a tree and watched him as he headed over to the woman.

He sat down on the bench next to the young woman. "Mind if I join you, Moon Goddess?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"Feel free," she said, and he sat down next to her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked. "I'm Mark."

"I'm Ambrosia," she said, looking at him with piercing light gray eyes. "They say the freaks come out at night... I guess it's true."

"Are you implying that I'm a freak?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Yes... But so am I," she said. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his.

He was startled. "Hey, I don't know you," he said, pulling back. "I'm a complete stranger, Ambrosia, and strangers can be dangerous."

"I like to take unnecessary risks. I'm spontaneous, Mark," she said. "What guy doesn't like a girl with a little spontaneity?"

He couldn't think of an answer. All he could think about was the way her neck looked in the moonlight, the way the soft and tender flesh beckoned him closer.

Stephanie watched with a sort of jealous amusement from behind the tree, unable to taker her eyes off Mark. She couldn't wait to see him after he killed his first victim, whenever he finally got around to it...

"Just as I thought," Ambrosia said, then fused her lips to his and kissed him hungrily. She was a nymph, and all she could think about was sex. And this guy, this stranger... He looked more than able to satisfy her.

A few mere minutes later, Mark was leaning back on the bench biting his lip. His hands gripped the hips of the freaky blonde woman bouncing around on his lap. She was moaning and moving on him with her eyes closed. Her neck looked more and more appetizing by the second.

The transformation was faster than he'd expected. He stared at her, then opened his mouth to speak. 'Oh, you're a beauty," he whispered. "Let me taste you..." He kissed her lips, his tongue wrestling with hers for control. She giggled against his lips.

Stephanie saw him when he pulled back and opened his mouth wide. His sharp fangs gleamed white under the brilliant moon. As his fangs got closer and closer to the young woman's neck, Stephanie smiled. She stepped out from behind the tree and made her way over to the coupling pair.

He looked up at Stephanie and raised his eyebrows, fangs just one inch from Ambrosia's neck. She nodded her head, telling him to continue. He smiled, then his fangs pierced the young woman's neck. She gave a low moan as he slowly sipped the blood from her body. But soon the moans turned into wails and frightened screams as the pain of the whole process made its way into her brain.

She's going to attract people's attention, Stephanie thought wildly. She knew what she had to do. She leaned over until her lips touched those of the screaming woman. "Ambrosia," she whispered as she kissed her. "You must calm down and be silent."

Ambrosia kissed Stephanie back whole-heartedly, needing some kind of distraction from the pain. She put her arms around Mark and kissed Stephanie hard.

"Shhh," Stephanie whispered, pulling back from the kiss. She hadn't wanted to kiss the young woman, but she didn't want to be discovered under any circumstances. Kissing her was really the only way to shut her up.

Ambrosia stopped moving on Mark's lap and closed her eyes as he drained her blood. Soon, he pulled back and looked at Stephanie. Ambrosia was weak and limp in his arms, but still alive.

"Finish her," Stephanie ordered, and he quickly did as she asked. When it was over, his appetite had been filled and he was pretty sure that not a single drop of blood remained in Ambrosia's body. Stephanie looked down and noticed that the now-dead Ambrosia was still very much impaled on Mark's stiff member. "Take care of your...problem," she told him.

He flipped their positions. The lifeless body was placed flat on the bench. He used the corpse, driving into it over and over until he attained his release...

"I can't believe I just screwed a corpse," Mark said as he and Stephanie walked along the trail together beneath the moon, holding hands a few minutes later.

"Believe it," Stephanie said. "How was it?"

"I think I enjoyed it," he replied thoughtfully. "It was...a guilty pleasure."

"Now doesn't it feel good not to have a conscience?" she asked. "You will feel no guilt in the morning when you wake up and remember what you did."

"It feels great," he told her. "Absolutely great."

"Now it's my turn," she said eagerly. "Come on, let's find me a victim..."

They walked together on the trail searching for a victim. Meanwhile, back on the bench, the body of Ambrosia Bordeaux sat seemingly lifeless and fully clothed. Everything looked normal, except for the symbol carved into her cheek.

Mark had marked his territory with the symbol of The Undertaker...

"Seemingly." Hint, hint.