Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of updates. It's not because I'm lazy, I just didn't have access to internet all summer. Well anyway, in this Chapter things are finally gonna start heating up between characters. Oh and one more thing to add I decided to skip the whole Chapter explaining how Makayla turned into a vampire, so you're just going to have to suck it up(LOL, vampire reverence).

Chapter 6: Lust and Not the good kind

"So you only feed off of animals?"

Ratchet asked, ever eager to learn more about my so called bloodsucking lifestyle.

"Yes Ratchet"

I replied in an "uhh please kill me now" kind of tone.

Me and Ratchet were currently seated on one of the couches surrounded around the large holo-screen.

A rather old episode of Secret Agent Clank was airing and I was trying but ended up failing horribly to watch.

Mostly because a certain lombax just wouldn't stop asking me questions, some of which I didn't have answers to.

Clank stepped out not long after my explanation to do a little 'investigating' around the place I woke up, hoping to find some sort of clue that might lead us to my abductors.

Ever since Clank left, Ratchet has been firing every question imaginable in my direction, all of them asking the key details of me being a vampire.

After the nine or tenth question –I was way too annoyed to keep count- I finally turned towards him, a look of pure annoyance displayed on my features.

"Ratchet, enough with the questions already!"

Ratchet stopped mid-question, clearly aware of my annoyed tone.

"Sorry"

A hint of sadness littered his voice, making me instantly regret what I said.

My eyes softened a bit as I gently placed my hand on Ratchet's shoulders and peered into his big emerald eyes.

"There's no need to apologize, I would be curious to if someone close to me told me she was an undead bloodsucker"

Ratchet blushed slightly at my touch and immediately perked up at my words (see sarcasm does solve everything).

"Thanks Makayla"

What happened next caught me completely off guard.

Not even second after those words left his mouth, Ratchet's lips were on mine.

I let out a startled gasp as my body flooded with a sudden course of electricity (well at least that's what it felt like).

All those dreams I had about Ratchet couldn't compare to what I was experiencing now.

Unfortunately for me my so called 'vampire instincts' kicked in and the sweet smell from earlier filled my overly sensitive nose.

My lips parted slightly as my mind came to realization.

Ratchet, unaware of my hidden distress took the opportunity to deepen the kiss by shoving his tongue down my throat.

A groan slash between pure pleasure and blood lust sounded within my throat.

God damn it he was a good kisser, if I wasn't putting all my focus into not killing him I would actually be enjoying this.

By now we were no longer upright, I was on my back and Ratchet was practically on top of me, his hand halfway up my mini skirt.

Unaware of my actions, I faintly noticed my tail snaking around Ratchet's ankle, pulling him closer to me.

Ratchet suddenly stopped kissing me, instead focusing on softly nipping my neck.

The smell of blood was almost suffocating and my mouth began to water as I caught sight of Ratchet's now exposed neck.

My once navy blue eyes were a dark crimson, fangs sharper than needles.

The blood lust drowned out my surroundings, the scent of blood too strong to resist.

If I had known ahead of time I have ended up in this situation I would've not limited my feedings but due to high school (not to mention the wild parties every weekend) there really isn't that much free time to plan hunting trips.

Oh well.

Somewhere in the back of my head I was screaming desperately trying to regain control of my body.

But the inner demon in me wouldn't listen.

I struck, fangs piercing the soft fur and flesh of Ratchet's neck.

A sharp cry of pain was heard from the golden lombax.

An almost ravenous growl sounded deep within my chest as hot red liquid traveled down my throat, numbing the demanding hunger inside me.

Ratchet began to struggle in my grip, desperately trying to break free of my hold on him.

My grip only tightened, causing him to whimper from the increased pressure.

Gradually, Ratchet's feeble attempts at escaping grew weaker, his movement faint as the blood was slowly drained from his body.

Is this the end for little Ratchet?

Next chapter will focus on Clank, stay tuned.