Chapter 2

Sunday night found John standing on the balcony of his apartment in nothing but a pair of Flogging Molly boxer shorts, smoking a cigarette. It was going on Midnight and he had a class to teach in the morning, but try as he might he just couldn't sleep. It wasn't that his new teaching position was stressful. In fact his first few weeks had been rather uneventful.

This was to be somewhat unexpected considering the young women that made up his class. Chefs, scientists, magicians, actresses, ninjas….there was even a robot. And NOBODY seemed to notice! This shouldn't have been any more surprising than the fact that the homeroom teacher for class 3A was merely a child, but this was a fact that John himself was already familiar with. Then there was the pale girl who sat in the window seat of the front row. Her school uniform didn't match any of the other students'. In fact, it looks like it had to be over 60 years old. And when he turned his head just right and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, he could SWEAR he could see right through her….

And then there was Evangeline A.K. McDowell. She was always watching him. Of course all of his students were expected to pay attention to their professor, but with the young Englishwoman it was different. He could almost feel those vivid green eyes boring into the back of his skull. Every now and then he'd hear her voice as if it were whispered in his ear, but as he spun around startled it was obvious that and Evangeline had remained silent. He'd do his best to regain his composure while Ms. McDowell just sat there smiling her enigmatic little smile.

John ground out the butt of his cig and went inside to brush his teeth and turn in for the night. But even as he lie down in his bed, staring up at the Beatles black light posters affixed to the ceiling, sleep wouldn't come. Even as thoughts of his blonde student filled his head, he tried to justify them with the idea that he was simply fixated upon her older sister, whom he had not seen since his first night here. He knew how inappropriate it was for a teacher to think about a student so obsessively. But even with this admission being made, he couldn't find peace of mind enough to go to sleep. This wasn't the only problem, either.

That feeling of unease had returned. The feeling that he was not alone; not quite that someone nearby were watching him; more along the lines that they were sharing the same personal space unannounced. John got to his feet, pacing the spacious bedroom, turning on the lights in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, even going so far as to check the closets and underneath the four-poster bed.

It was highly unlikely that anyone could access his room from the balcony. It was the third floor, after all. He checked anyway. And that's where he found her.

She was standing on the railing, barefoot, wearing a billowing black cape with red lining, and what appeared to be a lacy black nightgown that not only matched, but also seemed very familiar. John recalled the style being referred to as Gothic Lolita, or something along those lines. Her long golden hair fanned out around her head in the gentle breeze as she looked out upon the campus grounds.

John stood there for a few moments, staring at her in an attempt to identify the intruder, before announcing his presence with a cough. She didn't seem startled or even concerned that she was being addressed as she answered, keeping her gaze focused on some distant point of the school grounds as though it were commonplace to be found on a strangers third story balcony at midnight.

"Good evening Professor Mallory. Beautiful night, is it not?"

"….Evangeline?" The English accent was unmistakable, but her current stance upon the railing and in such a state of dress forced him to have doubts. Spinning nimbly on the heel of her foot, she hopped down from the rail to the floor of the balcony. It must have been a trick of the light. She appeared to have descended just a little slower than gravity demanded.

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" There was something about the way she said it that made him turn without hesitation. He lead the way into the apartment, descending a few steps into the living area as he made his way towards the bathroom with the intent of grabbing his robe. By the time he came back, slightly more clothed, she had let herself in onto the raised area of the living room. She stood there admiring his apartment, still seemingly unaware that being in her Professor's residence this late at night and dressed in this manner might be inappropriate.

"Shall I show you back to your room, Ms. McDowell?" It was the only question he could bring himself to ask, completely avoiding more pressing queries such as 'what are you doing here', 'how'd you get up onto the balcony', and 'what the hell are you wearing?'. His guest strode forward, straight towards him, and didn't stop until her face was mere inches away from his. There was something very unsettling about that action just now. Even apart from the boldness and familiarity of it.

Evangeline smiled, running her tongue along her teeth. Her very pronounced, very sharp teeth. Why, he could get away with calling them fangs and not meet up with much resistance. He had never seen them this close before. Even in close proximity altitude always proved a challenge. Whenever she walked past in the hallway, he always got the impression that she was fairly short. Cautiously, his gaze drifted down, past her wonderful attire, and settled on her bare feet.

She was hovering roughly twelve inches off the ground.

As she had followed him into the recessed living room, Evangeline had simply walked off the steps and never descended the rest of the way.

Evangeline smirked, her cheeks showing the faintest signs of blush. "Sorry about that, Professor….just having a little bit of fun." She suddenly dropped the remaining distance to the floor, this time with a speed agreeable to Mr. Isaac Newton. She placed a small, soft hand upon his shoulder, the nails well-attended but unpainted. Keeping her grip, as though she were afraid he'd make a run for it, she started to walk around behind his back.

"But I suppose that's fairly unnecessary, when one considers the amount of fun we're ABOUT to have…." When she met him on the other side, her firm grip kept him from leaping too far back in surprise. The fact that those well-manicured nails were now blood red was only part of the cause.

While the position of the hand on his shoulder had never changed, its owner had greatly. Where one of his students had been standing just seconds before now stood that gorgeous young woman he met on his first night here. But even with the evidence laid out quite bare before him, John still had trouble accepting the fact that Evangeline A.K. McDowell and her sister Eva were one and the same. A different answer presented itself, and even though it was just as absurd it still made far more sense, all things considered.

"You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" She had meant it to be a playful and sarcastic response, but failed a bit at keeping her surprise in check. Not that he had caught on so quickly, but that he was so calm about it.

"That's right, Mr. Mallory: you're very own quiet, mild-mannered and incredibly cute student is in fact a vampire. Evangeline McDowell, The Queen of The Night, Dark Evangel, Maga Nosferatu, The Doll Master, The Disciple of Dark Tones, The High Daylight Walker, The Apostle of Destruction…." She paused her spiel for a few seconds, thinking quietly to herself. "I know there are a few more in there, but that list should suffice."

"Well, that's quite the imposing list Ms. McDowell….I'd almost think you were a most dangerous young lass after hearing it." He was still hard to tell if he was afraid or not, due to his deadpan manner. Or maybe that was just shock. Evangeline assumed her sweetest and most dejected pout.

"I can assure you Professor: I didn't choose them myself. Poor little ole me….just because a girl feeds on the blood of the living, she's automatically the spawn of Satan and deserves to be burned alive. Instead, I get cursed into that child's form you're more familiar with, and there're very few people who can help me out." She chose against continuing and trying to make it sound as though she were ENTIRELY a victim of circumstance, knowing she was already laying it on pretty thick. Anymore might just screw up the cure.

"How old are you? I ask simply to know how inappropriate our proximity is given our current states of dress…."

"Well, I myself tend to have a little trouble remembering the exact year of my birth…..I just pick 1469 whenever I need the exact year."

"You just pick?"

"Well, I know it was in the 1400s, but I simply adore 69 for some reason or other….." The statement was already a little absurd to begin with, despite the added flirtatiousness of it.

"Usually when I see you, you look like you're ten years old. I don't know how appropriate it is for us to be together like this."

"That may be, Professor. But I have been ten for a very long time. I'm more mature, educated, experienced, and powerful than any girl in this school, country, or hemisphere. Now, as to the reason I'm here: I want out of this curse. I can only achieve my current form during full moons. To break this curse, I need blood, and lots of it. I can't TAKE it, it must be given willfully. So, help a sister out or what?" Evangeline waited a few moments for the shock and fear. When it was obvious it wasn't coming, she asked why not.

"Well, you ARE a vampire after all….I kinda figured it was something like this. But you were nice enough to ask first. So how much do you need?" The tables had effectively turned, and now Evangeline wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Well……if we start doing this, I'm going to need to come back a few times until I get six quarts….." Again, she waited for his shock when she announced the high number. And again, nothing. Maybe he was REALLY tired….no possible way he was this cool-headed all the time.

"So, by letting you drink my blood……will I become a vampire too?"

"Not at all….if THAT were the case, there would be very few girls in your class who wouldn't have pounced on you the moment you'd walked through the door with the intent of sucking you dry. They mostly save that for Professor Springfield, though not in the manner I'm referring…."

"What about a mindless servant, devoid of free will? Because I have a class to teach in the morning, Ms. McDowell. And you do realize how seriously it goes against the ethical guidelines of this school for you to use some sort of Vampiric powers on your teacher, thus changing your grades, do you not?"

"I could make you my mindless servant even without drinking your blood Professor Mallory…."

Another question was poised upon John's lips, but before it could be delivered they found themselves to be occupied. With frightening speed Evangeline was upon him, arms snaking around his neck and pulling him close as she mashed her mouth to his. Of course it was to be expected that vampires were capable of oral feats impossible for ordinary human beings, and if there was still any doubt to her claims after her little levitation and transformation tricks, they were utterly and completely put to rest by the way she was using her tongue right now. After a few seconds of shock, he tried to reciprocate the gesture by slipping his tongue past her soft full lips. She nipped at him playfully, the sensation of her sharp little fangs reminding him exactly what he was dealing with.

"What was that for?"

"Just a little incentive, Professor….is a little blood that high of a price to pay if you get to have this nice, soft, voluptuous little vixen pressed against you the whole time?" It wouldn't do to tell him he needed to remain calm and collected throughout the process, or else focusing on keeping his wits might have the opposite effect. Like a waiter who carries full water glasses upon a tray, only spilling when he looks down at them.

"Actually, I had planned on helping you anyway Evangeline….You ARE my student, after all. What kind of teacher would I be if I didn't do everything I could to help you?" Excellent. Everything was set in place, now it simply needed a strong hand to guide them through to the conclusion.

She pushed him backwards across the room, smilingly slyly and with a mischievous gleam in her eye throughout the entire journey. In no time at all his bed bumped into the back of his knees and he fell backwards. He easily could have halted himself in a sitting position had his visitor not pressed further, pinning him on his back by the shoulders before climbing up onto the bed with him, straddling his waist. She felt incredibly light.

Her nightgown rode up a little as she straddled him, giving a very nice view of her panties which she chose not to rectify.

Being bitten was at the same time both exactly and nothing like what he expected it to be. There was a sharp little pain that almost felt like burning for a few seconds before it turned into a much more pleasant kind of warmth. Rather quickly the heat began to spread, coursing through his veins to every part of his body, even the tips of his fingers and toes. The initial pain faded quickly to nothing more than a distant memory as he basked in the new sense of tingling, only helped along by the feel of so much bare flesh and silk pressing against his body.

Evangeline was moaning softly as she drank, eyes closed in a look of absolute bliss. It had been a long time since she'd been allowed so much blood so freely. There was also the little matter of no two people tasting the same, and she had been lucky enough to find a particularly tasty subject. But then her victim's hands began to roam. While his initial relaxed grip upon her waist over the nightgown had been acceptable, he soon lost himself to the intimacy of the moment and allowed his fingers to trace slowly up her spine.

Her first instinct was to pull back and deliver an inhumanly vicious slap before she brought her indignity into check, reminding herself how badly she needed him calm and complacent. Letting the perv cop a feel would be a small price to pay in regaining her dark powers. There'd be plenty of time to dispatch punishment then.

But then he kept going, losing himself to the pleasurable new sensations she was subjecting him to. John wasn't even completely aware of his actions as his hands slipped around her sides, trailing over the wonderful lacy silk of her gown before taking two generous handfuls of her perfect breasts, squeezing firmly.

Evangeline's fangs remained firmly imbedded in her Professor's throat even as she gasped, her hot breath washing over the twin open wounds. Chills spread all throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily squeeze harder.

She couldn't remember the last time she was touched like this. Well, that wasn't necessarily true. She could remember EXACTLY when she had been touched, where she was at the time, and who she was with. But it had simply been so long since she was touched by someone other than the servants in her dimensional resort.

Evangeline continued to feed as his hands drifted slowly lower, trailing over her belly, causing her to shiver at the touch. She continued to feed even as his fingers slipped up under the hem of her gown, teasing along the waistband of her black silken panties. It wasn't until those same questing fingers crept down the inside of the warm, slightly damp material that she stopped drinking, even though her fangs were still embedded. Her eyes were open wide as she tried to determine if it was panic or anticipation that left her frozen in place.

Fingertips grazed the tender little button of her clit, and it took all of her self-control not to scream.

This was much farther than she had planned on taking things tonight. It wasn't as if Evangeline were completely inexperienced: quite the contrary. Over the course of the past six centuries, there were countless times in which she allowed herself the pleasure of playing with her food. Besides, he was pretty handsome. Then she considered just HOW willing this might make her chosen blood donor. With that her mind was made up and as she pulled her fangs lightly out of John's neck to look him in the eyes, his sudden embarrassment and apologetic tone was completely unnecessary.

"Oh dear…..I'm sorry Evangeline, I seem to have lost my head there for a moment."

"Well, I seem to have found it for you Professor…." Evangeline stuck her tongue between her fangs playfully as she ran her fingers over the bulge in the front of his boxers. Words of objection were lost to him as her fingers slipped below his waistband, returning the favor from earlier. The vampire slowly peeled back and pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection. She licked her lips as she ran a finger slowly up and down his length, circling the tip every time she reached it. John eyed her teeth warily, the thought of a fanged blowjob sending chills down his spine.

She didn't give him the chance to dwell on the pros and cons of that idea as she raised herself up a little and slid those silky black panties down to her knees. It was dark in the room, the only real illumination being the light of the full moon streaming through the open balcony door. But the moonlight still glistened off of her juicy folds, tight, shivering petals of wet pussy teased the tip of his throbbing shaft, her honey flowing freely now and running down his length.

She melted slowly down onto his shaft, nearly purring as she felt its width spreading her tight little sex wider and wider, each inch pressing so painfully slowly into her quivering body. She let out a long slow sigh once she'd fallen as far as she possibly could, her partner buried deep inside of her tight wet heat. Then, as she sank her fangs back into his throat, she began to ride him.

She rode him slowly and softly for nearly twenty minutes, not moving very much, just holding him inside of her tight dripping cunny while she fed. It was certainly proving to be an effective method of keeping a victim complacent….and for her own part, Evangeline had actually found a way to make blood taste even better.

For his part, John didn't know which was more alarming: the fact that he was fucking one of his students, or the fact that he was fucking a vampire. These worries were soon displaced as he focused on the pleasure, gripping her waist firmly and thrusting up to meet her writhing movements, bouncing her in his lap.

Soon his hands had found their way under her bra, cupping the soft full orbs of her breasts with both hands. Evangeline arched her back and thrust her chest forward into his grasp, forced to crane her neck forward so as to not interrupt her meal. Thumbs brushed against the hard little buds of her nipples, eliciting even more moaning and groaning from their owner.

When she felt that she could no longer deprive herself of one activity while participating in another, Evangeline pulled back from his neck, thick crimson running down the corners of her full luscious lips. Now free to gasp and pant and moan to her heart's content, she began to ride him as vigorously as possible, bouncing up and down his hard throbbing cock, his thick manhood thrusting hard deep and fast, grinding against her inner walls. Almost as an afterthought, his right hand drifted back down her tummy, fingertips searching out for the sensitive little button of her clit. Finding it, he gave it a hard pinch, rolling it between thumb and forefinger as she fucked him.

As the wave of pleasure built up, nearing its crescendo, Evangeline was at a loss as to what to do with her mouth. She had three options: A. She could throw her head back and scream in ecstasy. B. She could sink her fangs back into her partner's tender, delicious throat. Instead, she went with the third option of crushing her lips to his, licking hungrily and screaming into the kiss.

He came with her then, or rather just a little bit afterwards, pushed over the edge by her desperate squirming and the tight clenching of her kegel muscles.

As their various activities came to a climax, John vaguely recalled thinking that were this to be added to the list of procedures, people might be MUCH more inclined to participate in blood drives.

Slowly, the vampire pulled up and off of his dripping shaft, eyes locked on his and that same little smile upon her lips as she pulled her panties up to where they belonged, even as she struggled to keep her lower lips closed tight, thus avoiding a gooey mess on the bed sheets. But she didn't say a word or make a sound, save for the soft pleasurable sigh as the warm sticky mixture filled the crotch of her panties and oozed down her inner thighs.

Evangeline was thankful of her ability to float/hover, as it would be incredibly difficult to maintain a graceful and menacing image when her legs were shaking so badly she couldn't even walk straight. She had made it out onto the balcony before the clock tower struck one a.m. In a flash she was back to her child form, the only signs of what had just occurred being the deep flush in her face and an extremely damp pair of panties.

"Sleep well, Professor. I'll see you at school tomorrow morning. Oh, and DO try to be coy in the classroom Mr. Mallory. I'd rather not have my peers think I'm fucking the teacher." Evangeline kicked off the floor; the insignificant movement still being enough to lift her up onto the balcony railing. Glancing back over her shoulder, she gave John a cute little smile as well as the faintest signs of a blush, and then stepped forward off the railing.

For a split-second John forgot his pupil was immortal and thought he had just witnessed a suicide. He leapt up off the bed and vaulted across the room, heart momentarily stopping as he looked over the balcony.

A slender arm snaked around his neck as she kissed him once more, catching him by surprise. She had been lying in wait just out of sight below the balcony. Well, not really lying, more along the lines of floating actually. John tilted his head to see past her, the ground some 30 feet below. At last Evangeline broke the kiss, fighting the urge to giggle.

"My GOD, you are predictable!" Off she flew into the dark of night, leaving an exhausted and slightly woozy Irishman in her wake.

(Chapter Five of Animania Coming Soon!)