This chapter's a little on the risque side. There is sex in it but it doesn't go where it seems like it's going. It gets a little brutal. Read on. You'll see what I mean.

"You alright?"

Detta couldn't help but ask. Star looked confused and just a little ill. Of course, she knew why but Star didn't. Plus they were out at a club and she didn't look to be having a good time at all. Detta felt the need to ask for Star was starting to grow on her, however slightly.

The music pumped through their bodies as Detta took a sip from her martini, glancing around the dance floor. David was at the bar; the rest had scattered, hunting. Star looked to her, a forced smile on her face.

"I'm fine."

Detta looked back to her, her eyebrow raised. "No you're not."

Star frowned, caught in her own lie. "No, I'm not. I feel…strange."

"Strange how?" Detta took another sip from her drink.

"Well, I slept all day today. I never do that."

"You stay up late last night?"

A slight twinge of pink rose to Star's cheeks. So half-vampires could still blush. Detta hadn't been one long enough to find that out. Star laughed nervously and fiddled with her fingers.

"David and I—"

Detta raised her hand to silence her, not needing to hear anymore nor see any of the pictures that were sure to jump into Star's head. "No need to finish that sentence. You're probably just…worn out," Detta smirked at her.

Had she remained mortal after her and Marko first had sex, she probably would have slept for a week. While they had come together once while she was a half-vampire, and the sex was ten times as pleasurable, it hadn't worn her out but she had felt more satisfied than she had ever been. She had also known what she was on the road to becoming. Star didn't. For all she knew, David was the greatest lover Star had ever had and just coping with what she felt was enough to wear anyone out that didn't know its source.

"I guess," Star replied, not looking all that convinced. "You probably don't want to hear, but—"

"You're right, I don't," Detta said flatly, cutting her sentence off. The last thing she wanted to hear was Star describe what the sex was like with David.

She was taken aback but skipped over that worry and trotted to another one. She leaned into Detta and whispered, "I can hear things…see things…everything's so much bolder. And I have this craving for something but I can't put my finger on what it is."

Detta wondered if Star could read her thoughts. She was, after all, connected to her but Star didn't know about it. If she could she probably tossed whatever she saw away, thinking it crazy thoughts and just ignoring them. She didn't dare delve into Star's head for fear that she would open herself up. Detta still hadn't mastered her own mental tools and the last thing she wanted was Star wading around in her head. Besides, if David ever found out, and he would, that Detta was the one that had told Star she was a vampire, who knows what he would do to her. He was restraining himself as it was around her and would probably revel in torturing her if he ever got the chance.

Detta drew the last drops of alcohol from her glass and glanced at Star, a calm look about her face. "It wouldn't surprise me if David slipped you something." Star stiffened up, her face tightening. "But I wouldn't worry about it," Detta covered. "They won't hurt you. We all take them." A smile spread across her face and Star eased slightly, settling back into the booth and taking a sip of her drink.

She smiled up at David as he rejoined them at the table, placing another drink next to Star's relatively full one and sliding into the booth next to her, placing his arm on top of the seat behind her.

"Where's your man, Detta?" David asked, snide as always, when he saw that Detta was alone.

She merely shrugged her shoulders. "He's a big boy, David. He doesn't need to be tied to my side all night."

"Isn't that him?" There was a touch of worry in Star's voice.

Detta didn't see him. "Where?"

"Talking to that girl over there," and Star pointed beyond the bar, nearer the dance floor.

Detta followed her finger and found him just where she had said, talking to another girl. Her heart dropped, looking like she was jealous too. No. He wasn't that stupid. There was a reason for it.

"Bold move. Do I smell a fight brewing?" David murmured into his bottle of beer.

Detta shot an angry look at him and quickly returned her gaze to Marko, resting herself on the back of the booth, looking suave and staring daggers. The girl was oblivious to everyone but him, but Marko felt Detta's eyes and turned to look at her. A smile spread widely over his face as she cocked an eyebrow at him, releasing one word from her mind, sending it directly to his. Explain.

She could see him stifle a laugh, hidden by a subtle cough. Still, the girl didn't waver. He looked over at her quickly, sending her a message back. Getting some take out. Care to join?

She had missed it every time because she rarely used her own. Seduction. How easily the prey fell victim to it. While she knew Marko wouldn't be tempted to hit up a guy in such a manner (he would let her do all the work and come in at the end), the prospect alone of feeding with him, and under such circumstances, aroused her greatly. He flicked his eyes back to her, looking for an answer. A devious smile worked its way across her face as she edged out of the booth, turning to David and Star as she did.

"I'll catch you guys later."

Star had a concerned look on her face, probably for their relationship. Detta knew she wasn't in her head otherwise she would have known. David, on the other hand, was. He feebly hid a smirk behind his bottle as Detta turned to walk towards Marko. On her way, she distinctly heard a 'lucky guy' resound through her head to the tune of David's voice. Detta didn't turn around but kept her eyes trained on Marko.

She walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, leaning into his body as his arm slide around her waist. She offered a small smile to the smitten girl as shock riddled her face when the girlfriend of her lust interest walked into the picture. Detta looked the girl over, taking her in. They were about the same size, petite, the girl's breasts a bit fuller than Detta's. She was pretty, her features soft, full lips, almond-shaped eyes, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was wearing leggings, an oversized shirt held snugly to her body with a wide belt around her waist, the collar cut out, the shirt hanging off her shoulder baring a defined back and neck, she skin was sun-kissed. She had been on the beach that day.

Marko's fingers played along Detta's body, trying to get past the dress but failing for the time being. "This is Detta," he offered to the girl.

She felt awkward. The girl didn't know whether she should run away or shake Detta's hand. Marko had his seduction on; Detta could feel it. He wanted hers on as well. It was the only way they were going to rope this girl in together. The thing was, she didn't know how. Should she think herself sexy and people would flock to her? Was there a switch in her mind?

Draw her in to you. Make her want you.

How?

Just like you would with a guy. Your body will do the rest.

Considering she had never attempted to attract a woman before, she felt rather awkward and she could see they were losing their dinner quickly. She acted fast. She reached her hand out and gently brushed her fingers on the bare skin of the girl's shoulder, attempting to ease her weariness.

"Don't worry," Detta smiled innocently yet seductively. "I'm not mad."

That was enough. She could feel the girl's tension release itself from her body. She was at ease again, as she had been before Detta walked over. She now felt just as comfortable with her as she did with Marko. It really didn't take much. Mortals were rather subjective to a vampire's seduction.

I told you so.

Detta smiled but kept her eyes fixed on the girl. "What's your name?"

"Katie." She looked from Detta to Marko and back with a hungry look in her eyes. She knew just what they wanted. Well, so she thought, and she wasn't in a position to deny them anything.

She felt it. Marko wanted her to do the talking. "Well, Katie. We were just about to head out. We throw much better parties than this. Want to come?"

Detta stole a glance back to the table. David was keeping Star's face turned towards him and Paul had joined them in Detta's absence. It was quick but Paul nonchalantly placed his fist on the table and stuck his thumb up into the air before quickly bringing it down again. Detta stifled raucous laughter that was rising in her throat as Katie answered.

"Sounds good to me." Her reply was throaty, an attempt to sound sexy. Perhaps it would have worked on a regular guy but not them. Detta knew they both were going to have to work for this meal. But the payoff would be well worth it.

"Can we fit three people on your bike?" Detta asked Marko as they approached it.

"I love motorcycles," Katie said, her eyes on the bike.

Detta smiled at her. She hoped she wouldn't talk too much. She didn't get an intelligent vibe from this girl.

"Put Katie between us; it should work."

Marko didn't look at her much but Katie was just as enthralled as she had been in the club. He climbed on first, Katie saddling up behind him followed by Detta, wedging herself between the skull and Katie. She could feel the sex emanating from her as she placed a hand on her knee before Katie wrapped her arms around Marko. What Detta felt in the wake of that touch was deadpan. Nothing. No sensations, no desires, just an empty touch. She was going to have to do some serious acting to get through this.

It should have been a dangerous ride, three people on a bike, but it was only dangerous for Katie though she didn't know it. The ride to Detta's house was quick and both her and Marko were anxious to get inside, lest anyone should see them. The trees on either side of the house, however, acted as good barriers.

"You want a drink?" Detta asked Katie as she tossed her jacket on the couch. She already knew Marko's answer. Katie simply shook her head.

Detta headed up to the loft first, Marko ushering Katie ahead of him. She had no idea how to go about this but she knew this wasn't Marko's first time. Although, he had always fed from both girls in the end, never having a female vampire to feed with. She walked over to Marko and laced her hands around his neck, bringing his face to hers, and kissed him, their tongues intertwining. His hands moved to her ass and grabbed tightly, nearly lifting her from the ground.

Just let it flow.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, teasing her skin with their touch, his tongue flicking at her jugular. He wanted to drink from her but it would have to wait. Marko spun her around and held her back up to his body so she could face Katie who stood there waiting to be brought into the fun. Marko circled his arms around her waist, growling into her ear. Detta leaned back into him, pressing her body against his, nearly forgetting that there was a third party in the room. She looked at the girl and smirked.

"You ever do this before, Katie?"

She shook her head, looking lost, not knowing what to do. She was out of her element but still under the control of the vampiric seduction in the room. Detta could see it on her face. Her emotions were conflicting. She wanted sex but at the same time she wanted to back down, recant her previous acceptance of their invitation to join them. Detta leaned into Marko further while he fed her some information.

You control the scene.

Why?

I want to see what you do.

Shouldn't you lead? You are my master.

Learn by doing, fledgling. And remind me to come back to you calling me 'master.'

Detta smirked, again almost forgetting about the girl in front of them. Their dinner was getting cold. She needed to think, and quickly, just how she wanted this all to play out. The thoughts barely flew when the animal in her began to take over and an urge to play with her food overwhelmed her. There was nothing nice or sexy about this feeling, not to a mortal anyway. She could feel Marko smile. He felt her plan. They couldn't waste anymore time. Detta turned to the girl and began to walk towards her, touching noses before walking behind her.

"Why don't you strip for us, Katie?" Detta said in a sultry voice. "Show us what you got."

"Y—you mean a strip tease?"

Detta chuckled and shook her head. "No. Just strip."

Katie began to disrobe, tossing her belt and shirt on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra. As she removed her leggings, Marko removed his jacket and shirt, taking off his boots before walking to the bed and sitting in the corner, resting nonchalantly against the wall. Detta was still fully clothed. When Katie had finished stripping, she stood in the center of the floor, fully exposed and vulnerable to both of them.

"Very nice," Detta critiqued, eying the girl from top to bottom. "You work out?"

"S—sometimes. I surf."

The longer the moment was postponed, the more nervous the girl got. Their seduction had its grip but she was stronger than Marko anticipated. She would break the hold if given the chance but, of course, she wouldn't get it.

Detta pointed to the bed. "On the bed, go on. Take a seat."

And she did, scooting herself to the center of the mattress. She jumped when she felt hands on her naked body. Marko had inched forward, wrapping himself around her back. He brushed her hair away from her neck and began caressing the skin with his mouth, nipping at her. She closed her eyes, sinking into the pleasure she must be feeling from his touch alone. Detta kicked off her boots and joined the two on the bed, straddling over Katie's lap. She grabbed onto the girl's neck, massaging it while Marko nipped.

"You have any fetishes, Katie?"

"What do you mean," she moaned as Marko shifted to the other side of her neck.

"You know, hair pulling, spanking, feet, things like that."

Marko interrupted his own taste test to look at Detta, the fire already in his eyes. Katie would not have liked that look. Thankfully she couldn't see it. He reached his arms around Katie and grabbed onto Detta's dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving her in nothing but a small pair of cotton panties.

"I like my hair pulled," she moaned again, not realizing that Marko had stopped.

"That's good, Katie. Good. Me? I like pain." Marko grabbed onto the back of Katie's head and wrenched it back, holding firmly onto her hair. How Detta loved when he did that to her but judging from the look on Katie's face, it was a little too much pain.

She released a yelp and her hands immediately went her head, her eyes wide. "What are you doing?" she squealed.

Detta gave an innocent-looking shrug. "You said you liked your hair pulled."

"Not like that! Ouch!"

But Marko wouldn't relent. "Go with the flow," he whispered into her ear.

Katie's hands were up by her crown, trying to take back some of the hair that Marko was pulling so hard on. She had to try to relieve the pain. It felt like she was about to be scalped. She started to struggle but Marko was one step ahead of her. He had already wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her firm. Katie was going nowhere.

She tried her best to ease the pull but failed miserably. "When is it ever good? Let go!"

Detta sneered and grabbed onto Katie's face, lurching her head towards her. She could hear strands of hair snapping, knowing that doing that had just yanked some of her hair out. "Look at me!" she snarled,

She could see the fear in Katie's eyes now. Gone was the passion, the lust. Thoughts of running, screaming for her life, fighting her way out danced in its place. Detta smirked at her, Katie's thoughts amusing her. "Don't even try," she said, shaking her head.

Detta reached her hand out to Katie's neck. The girl tried to recoil but with nowhere to go and Marko holding her firm, she remained within reach. Her nail skid across the girl's skin before finding just the right place to dig in. A scream rose in Katie's throat but Detta quickly threw her hand over her mouth before any noise could escape.

"Quiet or I'll slit your throat and you won't be able to say anything."

Katie was sobbing now, staining Detta's hands with her tears. It was a strange feeling, the salt and the water playing on her vampire's skin. She couldn't quite think of the proper word, perhaps moisturize, that those tears did to her hand. What remained of the human saline in her was probably equivalent to a teardrop or two.

Detta dabbed her fingertips in the blood, squeezing at the wound to draw more out. She brought her fingers up and stared at the mortal blood dripping down her hand. At first she looked at Marko who was staring at the wound hungrily. He had felt her eyes on him and looked up, smiling evilly at her, his face already transformed. She turned her eyes back to Katie who's own were bloodshot, her cheeks tear-stained. Still looking at her, Detta brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the blood away, savoring in its taste: small traces of alcohol, disease-free, young but not a virgin. Katie wailed behind Detta's hand, her throat echoing with a trapped scream as Detta licked her hand clean.

"You know what else I like, Katie?" she asked, lapping up the last drops. "Blood."

Detta looked at her again and Katie started to flail, the pain in her head no longer seeming to matter. Detta was no longer the girl from the bar but this inhuman thing, fangs glistening in the mood lighting. Like the sound of teeth biting into an apple, Marko's teeth had sunk into Katie. Her body jumped and Detta almost let a scream out of her, nearly losing her grip on her mouth.

Detta leaned down to the other side of her neck, her lips closing in on Katie's ear. "You should have listened to your parents when they warned you about strangers," and, like Marko, she took a bite of the fruit, keeping her hand over Katie's mouth for good measure.

She gulped greedily at the blood pouring from the wound she had made and she could feel Marko drinking. She needn't even move closer to him. Each swallow of blood he took, the closer it drew her in. The pumping of Katie's heart fell silent and she felt a hand on the back of her head, pulling at her hair. She lifted from the girl's neck, releasing her hand and letting the head go limp. She felt a mouth on hers as Marko kissed her, pulling at her to bring her closer. She grabbed at his hair, wanting to meld her body with his but there was an obstacle in her way that was currently getting cold. With her lips still attached to Marko's she climbed off the body and kicked it, letting it slide to the floor. She straddled over Marko as he tore at her skin, streaking her body with her own blood.

Her mouth found his neck and without hesitation, she bit him. He moaned, urging her body to ride him dry. The motion alone was driving both of them insane. Her mouth detached and her hands groped for his jeans, tearing at them frantically. He lifted her up and stood up himself, stepping out of his pants before quickly returning to her. He grabbed her and kissed her again, smearing the remnants of blood from the now-closed scratches on her back across her face. Detta held out a hand to push him away before raking her own talons across her chest, offering herself to him. He lunged at her, his tongue scrambling to gather all the blood. His mouth found a nipple and he began to suck, taking it between his teeth, teasing her. She moaned and pressed into him, holding him strong. His mouth enveloped her breast as he bit into her, the snapping of skin echoing in her ears. Detta wailed and came, her back arching to greet his mouth, his fangs in her, feeding off her.

In an instant, his mouth was one with hers again. She wanted him. No more playing. "Fuck me," her voice was pleading.

She could feel his mouth smirk. "Is that what you want?"

She rolled open her eyes and looked at him, both with matching vampire faces. She nodded.

"What do you say?"

She could feel his fingers dancing down her body, winding their way to her most sensitive spot. "Please," she whispered.

She inhaled sharply as he teased her, probed her. It was agonizing. He dropped his lips to her ear and whispered, "Call me master."

Detta smiled and bit her lip, still holding firmly onto his hair. "Please, Master. Fuck me already, will you?"

He shook his head, still smirking. "Now that's not any way to ask."

In one swift movement, Detta grabbed onto Marko's shoulders and threw him onto the bed, shimmying out of her underwear and mounting him. "Enough with this teasing shit."

She ground into him, his hands on her hips guiding her. But her dominant position didn't last long. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her onto her stomach. She walked up the wall, her palms resting against the cold glaze as he entered her. Slammed her would have been a more appropriate word. Any mortal girl would have been torn in half, and rightly quite literally. But not only did Detta take it, she enjoyed it. She reveled in the pleasure of his pain.

Detta's fingers twirled into Marko's hair as his head rested on her bare chest, his hand on her stomach. She looked over at the body that still lay on her bedroom floor and looked back up at the ceiling. She covered his hand with her own and rested it there. He could feel it in her. She was questioning the events of the night.

"You're not human anymore, Detta. Remember that."

"Then what am I feeling?"

"They're not human emotions."

"I know. There's a feeling there but it's empty. I should feel disgusted but I don't."

He sighed. "It all comes with it. Most of us have that…defense mechanism if you want to call it that," he said, propping himself up. "Our remorse, what kept us from killing when we were human, dies. That's how we survive. You can't have guilt and still feed."

"A few keep it?"

"Those are the ones that starve to death."

"I would never do something like that, lure her here."

"You've changed, Detta, remember? You're not the you that you remember. The human you is gone. You'll do what you deem necessary to survive."

Marko felt a scoff in the bed. "That was hardly necessary, what we did to her," she said, looking at him.

"But you didn't think twice about doing it, did you?" Detta said nothing. "You have a whole new set of instincts, new emotions, new features, new you. You're still very young. Hopefully you'll adjust.

"Hopefully? Aren't I?"

"You are…but like I said, you're still young."

"Still worried about your own ass, are you?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"If my human emotions are gone, then what is it I feel for you?"

Marko shook his head. "I haven't figured that one out yet."

"Love?"

He looked down at her, their eyes meeting. He saw it in her just like she saw it in him; that spark, that flame that he thought died with his mortal self, its light illuminating a history he didn't know. And in her it ignited with her vampire form, that spark they were both just touching on before she turned.

"Maybe in one form or another."

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