All Red

by xDreamlessx

Since the loss of her mate, Victoria has been single-mindedly focused on Bella. At first she only wanted to kill her, but in stalking her she also developed an intense attraction to her, and instead she finds herself abducting the young girl and maybe even keeping her. Bella/Victoria.

3. Chapter 3

AN: OMG, I had a huge shock yesterday. I tried to log in and update but the site was down. Everything worked except for my author profile page and I thought they had deleted or suspended my account, lol. A lot of other people were scared of the same thing, but I'm pretty sure my work is a bit darker than most. I really hope that doesn't happen. I wouldn't care if a story got deleted, but my whole account would be awful. That would be just the perfect end to my time on FFnet, wouldn't it? I've already suffered enough depression and self-esteem issues from this site as it is, lol.

Anyway, here's the chapter. It's another long one, about 16,000 words. Hope everyone is cool with that. Not sure why these chapters are so long. Maybe it's just because I like the story. Vicky's POV allows for such richness and the situation itself is very unique and complicated. It's easy to get lost in it. Anyway, here it is. Hope you like it. :)

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Chapter 3:

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I was surprised that the girl snored. You wouldn't have expected it from such a young and elegant little thing. Very soft snores, of course—more cute than anything else—but still. Surprising.

I sat there for a long time in the dark. Thinking. Planning. It seemed wisest to take it one day at a time. After all, if I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't even know what I wanted to do with the girl. My intentions seemed to be taking shape moment to moment. For now it would be enough simply to acquire the essentials for taking care of her. Money. Food. Clothing. Sexy underwear to rape her in. That last one was perhaps most important. I may have failed to kill her so far but my gooey feelings certainly weren't going to stop me from ravishing her senseless.

Soon there were cracks of light in the curtains. I was sitting there naked, my legs still crossed, and I found myself examining my body and wondering if the girl was attracted to at me all. It was difficult to tell under such duress, although perhaps that was most telling of all. She seemed to get wet fairly easily for something that was most certainly against her will. Not to mention against her orientation. It was odd. Perhaps there had been a little lesbianism lurking beneath her exterior of straightness before I ever came along. She did seem to have a sort of vibe. You could always tell about some girls. But oh well, no matter. After all, it's not like she had any choice about any of this. If she did not like me, I would make her like me. I could be ruthlessly charming when I wanted to be. Ruthlessly.

The girl slept through the first part of the morning and by ten o'clock I rose to get changed before the cleaning service arrived. I pulled back the curtain and through the window I saw a pudgy maid in a gray uniform pushing a cleaning cart along the walk. I met her at the door and spoke very quietly so as not to wake Ms Swan. I told the maid that we didn't need any service, just some fresh towels, and I offered her one of my last twenty dollar bills for her understanding. She tucked the money into her uniform and nodded and continued on with her cart of linen and cleaning chemicals. Too bad she was so ugly, I could've used a snack. I hadn't fed in over a week and I would have to soon. The girl would have to be fed too but I guess we would both have to wait.

The girl was still asleep. After closing the door, I went around the side of the bed and bobbed down to look at her face. Bella. Such a pretty name. A lock of dark hair had fallen over her face and I brushed it away delicately. She wasn't snoring anymore and her face was perfectly pale and peaceful. Like Sleeping Beauty. It was so nice to stalk her up close like this, in the same room as each other. I smiled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then went back to my chair.

It was almost noon when she finally woke. She had slept a lot longer than I thought she would. She came out of her slumber unwillingly, stirring for a moment with a small moan. Then she sat up in a panic. Her head whipped around and saw me sitting there. I smiled and bid her a good morning.

She must've been quite hungry by now, since she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours, but she was going to have to wait a bit longer. I left her in the bed while I made some coffee for her. I had never used a coffeemachine in my life and I was quite embarrassed as I figured it out while pretending to know exactly what I was doing. Finally I got it going. The girl was still in the bed, raised up slightly, frowning at me from across the room. I smiled at her and then I poured one of the papercups and bought it to her in bed like a doting wife. She took it and sipped. I apologized for the lack of sugar or milk or anything she might've preferred. She didn't answer. I asked her how she usually took her coffee and she said bitterly: just black.

She was naked under the covers and naked when she got out of the bed. I gave her half an hour in the bathroom to shower and handle her morning maintenance. I was even prepared to give her the full half hour this time but she emerged after only twenty minutes. Perhaps she didn't realize she had longer. She was wearing a towel and she was using a second towel to squeeze dry the tips of her hair. She certainly seemed much more resigned this morning than she had yesterday, although still very sullen about it. I had put my coat on and now I was buttoning it up with its big black buttons. It was a wool and lambskin overcoat, charcoal black, very chic, and it suited me nicely. She noticed that I appeared to be preparing to go out and a sort of cunning came into her face.

"Where are you going?" she asked, hoping for any answer that might somehow give her opportunity to escape.

But I was wise to her silliness and I took the handcuffs out of my pocket with a smile. "Sorry, Ms Swan," I said. "This is for your own good."

"Wait," she said, shrinking back as I approached. "What are you doing?"

I turned her around and cuffed her hands behind her back. She dropped the towel she was holding and started to squirm.

"Now, now, just relax," I said. "I have to go out and I obviously can't trust you. I can't even bring you with me without worrying about you doing something stupid, so I'm afraid you've bought this onto yourself, Ms Swan."

"Wait—"

The towel she had been wearing had loosened and now it fell away, revealing her freshly showered body. I smiled at her squirming nakedness and then I shoved her into the empty closet. She stumbled into the floor under the bare wire hangers and glared up at me furiously.

"This is fucking bullshit," she said. "At least let me put on some clothes. You can't just lock me in here. You can't just—mmph!"

Her words were cut off as I bobbed down and stuffed a makeshift gag into her mouth. As beautiful as her voice was, I didn't want her screaming with it while I was gone. The gag was made from a piece of her shirt that I had torn off and now I used another strip of the shirt to tie around her head and secure the gag in her mouth.

Her eyes were positively wild with rage and she was practically hissing into the gag. Like a cat who was upset. I smiled at how sexy it was.

"Sorry about this," I said, "but I can't risk you screaming your little lungs out while I'm not here, can I? Now just settle down and be quiet."

"Mmmgh!"

I smiled again. I was tying up her ankles with a cord that I pulled out from the windowcurtains and then I patted her hip. She had started to buck and thrash like a beached fish but without use of her legs or arms she couldn't really manage any significant movement. She was screaming into the gag, a high pitched keening that almost did sound like the word help, and I began to stroke her hair to try and make her look at me.

"Listen to me, Ms Swan," I said. "Gags can be very dangerous. If you don't keep quiet, the material could work down into your throat and choke you to death. So if I were you, I'd be very still while I'm gone. You're not prone to a stuffy nose, are you?"

She glared at me, all gagged and tied up and naked. I smiled.

"Because a stuffy nose could also kill you," I said. "Considering you won't be able to breathe through your mouth and all. But try not to worry, I'll be back as soon as I can. I just need to get some money and some clothes and a few other things. You'll be a good girl while I'm gone?"

"Mmph!"

"Yes, I know you will. Aww, look at you. You cute little thing, you."

I petted her behind her ear, as if she was literally a housecat. She glared at me, finally going silent. There was so much ire in those dark eyes that it turned me on greatly. Too bad she was all tied up like that.

Then again, maybe I could still have some fun with her before I left. I looked at her body and I used my hand to stroke her hip. She was laying on her side with her hands cuffed behind her back, her breasts all exposed on her chest, and her nipples seemed to have stiffened. That was very interesting. It really oughtn't be possible for a girl to get excited in such a situation. Not unless she had some kind of latent taste for this kind of thing.

I moved my hand to her breast and watched her face. She continued to glare at me steadily and the look in her eyes was all but inscrutable. Did part of her like it? Some deep and dark part of her that she never knew about?

I flicked her nipple with my thumb.

She growled into the gag.

I chuckled and caressed that warm globe more thoroughly. Whatever she thought about it in her head, her body seemed to like it. Her nipples had gone even harder and now I gave one of them a good rubbing between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes went even darker, if that was possible, and I smiled at her.

"You look very adorable with that gag, don't you?" I whispered to her. "The silence is nice too. Usually you can be a bit mouthy. I like you all helpless like this."

Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. No moisture. But perhaps if I rub it for a bit…

Her glare intensified even more but soon enough she began to moisten. The poor thing. She really had no control over her body, did she?

"What's the matter, Ms Swan?" I asked her with a certain cockiness. "You don't like being touched like this?"

She made a muffled sound into the gag and tried to squirm away from the hand between her thighs. She didn't get far.

I chuckled at her and stroked her pussy more firmly.

"You're adorable," I said. "Let's see if I can make you come."

She was wet enough for an insertion and that's exactly what I did. Two fingers, nudging them into her tight vagina. She groaned and thrashed once, causing her boobs to wobble nicely.

"Mmph!" she moaned into the gag. "Mm, mmph!"

I smiled and pushed them in deeper, using my other hand to stimulate her clit. "Oh, you like it? Is that what you're trying to say?"

She shook her head viciously. Dark hair spilled over her face. I smiled. My own pussy was throbbing by now but I wanted to focus on her. She was getting wetter and she was breathing heavily into her gag. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks had gone pink. She looked like she was struggling very mightily not to enjoy it but the struggle was only making her enjoy it more. I curled up my fingers inside her and made her moan and I smiled at how beautiful the sound was.

"It's okay," I whispered softly. "Just let it come."

She opened her eyes and glared at me more darkly than anything before it. Her helplessness was such a turn on and yet with those eyes she didn't seem so helpless anymore. Those eyes looked like they could slay me dead even from just the sheer gorgeousness of them.

But they didn't, of course. I was the one in control here. From now on her pain and her pleasure were mine to dispense at will and right now I wanted her to come.

So I continued my attentions to her vagina, pumping my fingers into her hot wetness and pinching her clit, and finally I could see it approaching in those adamant brown eyes. She kept them locked onto mine and she did not look away, as if she thought the eye contact would prove something to me. Her nostrils had curled up in disgust and she must've thought that supressing any reaction to it would lessen my victory over her. But I wasn't worried. I returned her gaze with a red and sultry stare and I smiled as her breathing become faster and faster. She kept her furious eyes fixed on mine and then—

She tried hard to keep them open but it was just a bit too powerful for her. Her glare broke and those pretty brown orbs rolled upward for just a moment as the orgasm shuddered over her bound and naked body. I could feel it clenching around my fingers and it was a wonderful feeling, this dominance.

She struggled to refocus her eyes and now there was a wounded pucker to her frown, as if she hated that she had looked away. I smiled at her and withdrew my fingers from her and wiped them on her naked hip before patting that same place affectionately.

"There," I said. "See? Everything is good when you're a good girl."

She grunted into the gag, not too pleased. I stood up and adjusted my coat.

"I'll be back in a few hours with fresh clothes and something to eat," I said. "You must be very hungry by now. Just relax and maybe get some more rest. I'll see you soon."

She glared at me there from the floor of the closet, all gagged and naked, and I closed the closet door and sighed happily.

Well. That was delightful.

Smiling to myself, I went into the bathroom and washed my hands. I was still throbbing between my legs pleasantly and I think even my panties had gotten a bit wet. Overall, I was extremely pleased with her performance. Anger was certainly much more attractive and manageable than despair. It seemed my gentle approach was already beginning to pay off. Tonight I was going to have a lot of fun with her. I would've loved to have some fun with her right now but she really did need something to eat. And some clothes, I suppose. I dried my hands on one of the towels and I noticed in the mirror that I was still smiling. I looked at that smile for a moment and then slowly the smile began to fade. It occurred to me that I hadn't been this happy since James died, or not even then. It felt like something of a betrayal.

I shook my head and went back into the room. The gun was sitting on the dresser and I checked the chamber before putting it in my pocket. I shouldn't have to use it but you never know when you'll have to kill someone in a human fashion.

Also on the dresser were the girl's dirty clothes, folded there in a pile, and I figured I better check her sizes before rushing out to buy things. The top was a medium and the jeans were a 34. Nice. I checked the bra as well and I was impressed that it was a D cup. 34D to be precise. Not bad for a seventeen year old, especially with her willowy body type. I would've thought she was closer to a C cup but I suppose that was just how perky they were. I was a triple D, myself. F cup. Porn star tits. Entirely natural, too. I was quite proud of them and I was going to have to teach the girl to like them too. Perhaps tonight I could introduce her to them properly and let her spend some quality time with them. I could tell by how she glanced at them sometimes that she was at least impressed if not—

Thud.

I frowned in confusion and turned to look at the closet.

Thud.

Thud, thud.

Dear lord. The silly thing was headbutting the door. The mental image of it was almost more than I could bear. If the poor thing wasn't already retarded she soon would be from how she was banging her head like that. She must've thought that I had already left and now she was attempting another of her futile and short-sighted escapes. Honestly, what on earth did she hope to achieve from that?

Just when I thought she couldn't possibly get more stupid, a muffled scream came from the closet. Who knows what she was trying to say. You could hardly even hear it from here, much less outside. I touched my palm to my face and shook my head as she continued to try and scream. And she wonders why I couldn't trust her enough to leave her unfettered in the motel room. Then she started banging again.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud, thud, thud.

"I'm still here, Ms Swan," I called out to her, mostly out of concern for her already limited supply of braincells.

The thudding stopped. So did the screaming. I could picture her pouting in the closet, gagged and naked on the floor with all her limbs restrained, and I shook my head and decided to get going.

The weather outside was cold and windless with a vast blanket of cloud that would very conveniently keep the sun from my skin. The clouds were gray but they didn't look heavy enough to rain. I crossed the parking lot and got into the girl's truck. I started it up and looked back toward the motel room through the windshield. I didn't like leaving her alone. There were so many things that could go wrong. Mostly I was concerned for asphyxiation. She hadn't seemed to have heeded my warnings on the subject very much. It would be a shame to go out and come back to a cold corpse in the closet. But like I said, the girl had bought it on herself with her own disobedience. Nothing I could do but be as quick as possible.

I reversed out of the space, swung the truck around, and pulled out into the road.

The first thing I needed to do was get some money. Actually, on second thought, perhaps the first thing I needed was gas for the truck. The needle was dangerously close to empty. I would have to ditch it soon but I would need it for the rest of the day. Fortunately, most filling stations also have ATM machines, and I drove along until I found one somewhat at the edge of town where I pulled up at one of the pumps and began to gas up the truck. There was only a single ATM machine and it was located in front of the store but to the side, almost out of sight from the front windows. Perfect.

Once the tank was half full, I hung the nozzle and went into the store, counting my remaining cash in my hands. Barely enough with only a little left over. I would need to buy some kind of bag as well. I looked up as the glass door swung closed behind and instantly felt an abrupt shift in my plans.

The clerk was a girl.

Fairly young, maybe nineteen or twenty. Blonde hair, long and platinum. Sort of a slutty vibe to her, with makeup in the middle of the day and dark blue eyeshadow. She was speaking on a phone in a flirty kind of voice—to a boyfriend perhaps—and she noticed me as I came in with a swing of her crystal blue eyes. Those same eyes lingered on my face for just a moment and I knew right away I had found a snack for tonight.

But, business before pleasure.

She hung up the phone as I approached the counter and looked at my face again, my flaming red hair. I would've looked like some supermodel walking in off the street. She was clearly impressed, although she tried to hide it under a veneer of teenage nonchalance. She examined her nails and asked blandly if I needed anything. The nails were short and painted pink and she was wearing a suede vest like a cowgirl and a denim miniskirt. I paid for the gas and she rung up the money in the cash register. I watched her. She wasn't quite as attractive as Ms Swan, of course, but she would certainly do.

While the receipt was printing, she looked out the window and saw the truck parked there by the pump. It was the only car there and we were the only two people in the store. The rusty red heap seemed to impress her far less than my hair had and she gave it a snort.

"Nice truck," she said mockingly.

I smiled.

Yep.

I wanted to kill her.

"Thank you," I said, taking the receipt. "Would you like to go for a ride?"

She looked at me and snorted again. "What? No."

"I thought you said it was a nice truck?"

"I was sarcastic," she said, although loosening up a little and almost playing around. "It's horrible."

I smiled and looked out the window. I was looking at the truck but mostly I was trying to determine how much of the ATM machine could be seen from inside of the store. Not much. If I was quick enough, I could probably do it without even being noticed.

Or I could just kill the girl right now.

I turned back to her but then I noticed a security camera in the corner. Oh well. I suppose I would have to draw her out somehow. It's generally preferable to leave behind a missing person's case as opposed to a homicide case, especially when travelling with a hostage.

The girl was watching me, as if waiting to see what I'd say next, and I smiled at her and leaned on the counter flirtily.

"To be honest, the truck doesn't actually belong to me," I said. "I'm just borrowing it."

"From your boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend," I said, watching her reaction.

Her eyebrows rose. Kind of smiled. Surprised and little bit excited. She looked me over again and chuckled once before looking away as if deciding it was more proper to be a little judgemental.

"Oh," she said. "Well."

She chuckled again. She could tell I was trying to hit on her and she was slightly scandalized as a small town girl with little experience at this kind of thing probably would be. I smiled at her and continued to lean on the counter.

"So you work here all alone?" I asked.

She nodded and looked about the empty store without much enthusiasm. "Yep."

"Just you?"

"Just me. Till tonight anyway."

"You must get very bored."

"Sometimes. My dad owns it. I don't really wanna work here, but…"

She shrugged and I nodded as if I understood. I liked what I was hearing. A bored girl in a denim miniskirt who was likely a bit promiscuous if her earlier phone conversation was anything to go by. The kind of girl who might be up for a little adventure.

"So, hey," I said after a small second of silence. "What time is your shift over?"

Now she went slightly guarded. "Why?"

"Just wondering."

She shrugged a shoulder. "About eight."

"What do you usually do after that?"

"I don't know. Go home."

"No date tonight?"

"Nope. I don't even have a boyfriend."

"No? Sounded like you were talking to one on the phone."

She snorted haughtily. Her phone was sitting there on the counter and she glanced at it with a sort of girlish distain. "He's not my boyfriend," she said. Then she lifted her eyes boldly. "Just a guy I fuck sometimes."

My lips lifted in a smirk. "I guess you're the kind of girl who just likes to have a good time."

"Sure I do. Don't you?"

"Nothing I love more," I said. "Maybe we could have a good time together?"

Her hand was sitting on the counter and I used the tip of my finger to touch it teasingly. She froze in excitement and I gave her a sultry smile.

"Hm?"

Now her own mouth moved into a smirk but what she did was tug back her hand gently. Her blue eyes were bright with curiosity and I could tell she was very tempted even if her body language was reluctant. I wasn't sure how she would respond but before she had a chance a man came into the store.

She glanced at him as he went down the aisle toward the freezers in the back and then turned back to me.

"I better get back to work," she said.

I nodded and unleaned from the counter. "Tell you what," I said. "Why don't I come by at eight and pick you up?"

She shook her head and shrugged non-committally. "I might not be here."

I smiled and unfolded the last of my money in my hand to see if I had enough for one more purchase. "Just think about it," I said. "No pressure. It'll be just two girls having a good time. How much for one of those bags?"

I tossed my chin at a display of hiking gear behind the counter. One of the items was a creamcolored canvas dufflebag and it would be perfect to rob the girl's ATM machine outside. She turned and stood on her toes to fetch down the bag from the shelf. She wore brown boots that came to her knees and she had pretty legs even if her ass seemed a little flat under that denim skirt. She turned and placed the bag on the counter and I paid for it with exactly the last of my money.

By now the other customer was waiting to be served and the girl gave me a second receipt and a shy smile.

"Come back again," she said, leaving me to interpret the subtext.

"Oh, I will," I told her, and then I winked and turned and went out of the store.

Once I was outside I glanced back through the plateglass window. The girl had turned to deal with the customer which was absolutely perfect. I didn't have a moment to waste so I strode up to the AMT machine, glancing up and down the street. Gray and empty. I kept behind the machine to avoid the hidden camera installed in it and then I simply pushed it over with one hand.

With my vampire strength it was as easy as uprooting a small tree in soft soil. There was a whine of steel as the bolts came up out of the concrete but otherwise there was no major noise. It stood there half tilted over, some of the bolts intact, and then I bobbed down and carefully ripped away the heavy steel plate underneath it.

Money began spilling out in a green stream onto the wet pavement. A small breeze had picked up and a few of the bills blew away. I had the canvas dufflebag slung over my shoulder and now I unslung it and opened it up before stuffing it with handfuls of the loose notes along with some taped stacks in denominations of ten thousand dollars per packet.

I didn't need much so I didn't waste time grabbing it all. Just whatever was convenient. By the time I had scooped up the majority of it, almost a full minute had passed. I rose and quickly moved away toward the truck, zipping up the bag. Through the plateglass window I could see the blonde girl was just finishing up with the customer. She glanced at me as I opened the door to the truck and smiled. She hadn't so much as even glanced toward the ATM machine that lay uprooted in a pool of green bills. The man had come out of the store, fiddling with his wallet, and he didn't notice either as he turned and went the other way. It seemed today was my lucky day and I got into the truck and drove away.

Next stop was Walmart.

I had seen the place last night while we were driving through town and I found it again pretty easy. I was glad the tiny town had one. It had probably killed all the other local businesses in the area but you couldn't match it for convenience. I pulled up in the parking lot and unzipped the dufflebag. I counted out about half a thousand dollars in small bills and then I folded it and got out the truck and tucked the money into my pocket.

The first things I bought were a handbag and a clutchpurse, so that I could stop carrying cash around in my bare pockets like a gangster. The handbag was rust red in genuine suede, very soft to the touch, and the purse was a tiny little thing of pebbled red leather with a wristlet band that would do just as well for an evening out or casual shopping. It had been a long time since I'd gone accessorized and I was happy to sling the bag over my shoulder. These last few months I'd been in constant stalk mode, spending the nights on rooftops, the days lurking in shadows. But now, finally, I would be able to settle down for a while, and with a lovely companion as well.

I only had to make sure to take care of her properly, and with that thought in mind, I set out to acquire the things she'd need for her immediate needs. Toothbrush, toothpaste. Bodyspray. A nice hairbrush. I bought a pink cosmetics bag used for traveling to put all these things in and then I puzzled for a bit over the tampons. Come to think of it, her period could actually prove something of a difficulty. Menstrual blood, of course, was rather stale and unappetizing, but still. Blood is blood. Hopefully I would be able to resist when her time came. I bought her some of the more generic tampons and added them to the other toiletries along with some moisturizer and a facial cleanser, shower gel, a frilly blue sponge. I was getting quite carried away and I had to force myself to stop. I was surprised at how fun it was to consider all her needs and purchase all the things required of them. It bought her humanity into focus and made me appreciate the rich complications of her body. I didn't believe I'd ever had this particular kind of responsibility before. It certainly made my maternal side flourish, although to be honest, it didn't quite overpower the side that wanted to brutally murder her too.

In a separate department I picked up a smartphone as well. Not for the girl, of course. I couldn't even trust her in a motel room. But we would be traveling soon and access to the internet would come in handy. I bought one of the more expensive ones and that was it for the money I had bought with me. Easy come, easy go, I suppose.

I took all my purchases out of the truck and refilled my new purse from the dufflebag. Next on the list was clothes and I wanted plenty of money for that.

The clothes department was the largest department in the store and I forced myself not to dally about too long. Little Bella was still locked in the closet and it really wasn't humane to keep her in there. What if she had to pee? And, truth be told, I missed her. It was actually the first time in months that she had been out of my sight for so long. It was a shame I couldn't have bought her with me but maybe we could go shopping together some other day. It was only a matter of time until her spirit broke to the point where she would accept the fact that there was nowhere she could run and nowhere she could hide. And once she realized that, she also would realize it would be wiser of her to make the best of her situation by being a good girl rather than trying to escape it like a bad girl.

In any case, the first thing she needed was clothes. It was cold weather lately so the first thing I got her was a jacket that caught my eye, a snowboarding jacket in sunburst pink with a hood that was detachable. Pink wasn't precisely her color but I thought her wardrobe could use a little more flavor than she was used to aside from those drab browns and blacks. It was a comfy jacket and it would keep her warm, that was the main thing.

After that I bought her a selection of tops and t-shirts, including a few things I found that were actually quite nice, a black lace trimmed tank, a peachcolored cami, a pale pink long sleeve fleece with glitter around the collar. I got her a sweatshirt too, a turtleneck that was taupe and tapered to the waist. She needed pants as well, unless I wanted her walking around in her panties, so I took a quick browse and got her a new pair of jeans, rinsed ink in color with baggy bellbottoms, but in the end I thought maybe some skirts would be more fun. Easier access to her yummy parts. I had to migrate departments but I found her a lovely denim kilt, a sexy black miniskirt, and a magenta tutu with Hello Kitty on it. That last one probably wouldn't be to her taste but it would look adorable on her.

By this time it was getting well into the afternoon and I still hadn't purchased anything for myself. I did need a few things and honestly I was tired of wearing pants. Time for a change, so I went into the dress department and perused the goods as quickly as I could. I didn't bother to try any on, I just selected a few that I liked—a coral colored sundress with a belted waist, a leopard print sweater dress in charcoal, a kimono style wrap with a red and pink print—and then I remembered shoes. I got some sexy heeled sandals for myself and some comfy boots for the girl together with some socks. The socks bought to mind underwear and I was beginning to feel like I would never get out of here. It had started out fun, but really, enough was enough.

Still, it was easy enough to muster up enthusiasm for underwear, and I gave the section a thorough browse. There wasn't much in the way of lingerie—and we weren't exactly in the honeymoon stages just yet—but there was no reason one couldn't be practical and sexy at the same time. For myself I got a 3-pack of sexy lace thongs—crimson red, of course—and a lacy bra or two to match. For the girl, I took pity on her and merely purchased her a pack of assorted bikinibriefs with flower prints along with a couple of sports bras for comfort. No need to terrify the poor thing by turning her into a rape-doll just yet. There would be plenty of time for that later.

After that I was almost finally done. All I needed was a few little articles of makeup. I'm not sure if Ms Swan would want to wear any but I had a date tonight with a young blonde cashier from a gas station. I at least needed a bit of lipstick.

By the time I got back to the truck it was later than I would've thought and I was carrying entire armfuls of bags and parcels. Perhaps it was a little silly to overburden ourselves with so much apparel but it wasn't nearly as much as it seemed. It was barely enough to fill a closet but hopefully we would be able to eke out at least a handful of outfits from them. I only hoped Ms Swan would like them.

While I was driving back to the motel I tried to think if there was anything I was forgetting. I seemed to have everything but then I remembered the most important thing of all: Food.

How could I have forgotten such a thing? By now she had to be absolutely starving. But I had left her tied up far too long to go driving around for a grocery store so I pulled into the drive-thru of a nearby McDonald's and bought her three Happy Meals. That ought to be enough.

When I finally got back to the motel there was dead silence from the closet. I didn't know if that was encouraging or not. I almost feared the worst until I opened the door and saw her laying there much the same as I had left her. My heart warmed at the sullen and gagged glare she gave me and I quickly bobbed down to untie her ankles and unlock the handcuffs.

"Aww, look at you," I said, genuinely feeling bad although not really. "I feel so terrible for locking you up like this."

As soon as her hands were free, she pulled the gag out of her mouth and coughed and spat and then glared up at me from the floor of the closet.

"You fucking bitch," she said.

I smiled and petted her head. "Now, now, Ms Swan. Talk like that does nothing to increase my confidence in you. You need to be a good girl. Here, let me help you up."

I stood up and offered my hand. To my surprise she actually took it and let me help her up. Her legs were very stiff after so many hours tied up—they were also very naked and attractive—and she almost stumbled as she rose. I used my other hand to steady her but she shrugged away and looked at me in disgust before covering her breasts and her crotch. I smiled and held up a finger.

"Wait here," I told her.

Then I turned and went to fetch the bags from the truck.

It took three trips and to her credit she didn't seem to move a muscle. She stood still the entire time and didn't sprint even once toward the door. That might've been because she was naked but it also might've been because her time in the closet had given her time to think and realize exactly how trapped she really was. Or maybe it was a combination of those factors.

When everything was inside, I closed the door and took off my coat. I had thrown all the shopping bags on the bed and now I nodded at them.

"I bought you some clothes," I said. "Feel free to put something on."

She wasted no time, upending several of the bags at once and letting the contents spill unceremoniously onto the covers. I had bought in her hamburgers last and her eyes followed the scent of them as I went and placed them on the small table in the kitchen area.

But she didn't ask about them and she focused on finding some clothes. The first thing she found was one of the sports bras, the black one, and she put it on quickly over her breasts before fumbling again through the pile for some panties. She found the pack of red lace thongs and made a disgusted face at them.

"Those are mine," I mentioned with a smile.

She snorted and tossed them aside and continued searching until she came up with the other pack. She tore open the plastic and found a pair and quickly stepped into them. They were black as well with dark gray sunflowers on them and they matched her bra, although I'm sure that was the least of her intentions.

After that she sifted through all the skirts in contempt until she found the jeans. The way she discarded all the skirts made me sad. I knew she wouldn't like them. After she put the jeans on, she found a top as well. Finally she pulled the turtleneck on over the top since she was probably very cold and then she fluffed out her magnificently dark hair from the long collar of it and spun around to face me.

I had been watching her patiently and I was taken slightly off-guard by the sudden anger in her face. It seemed the clothes had given her confidence and she cut quite an intimidating figure there in her bellbottoms, barefoot, glaring at me with all the fury that had built up in the hours of her confinement.

"Don't you ever tie me up like that again," she said in a low growl.

My eyebrows lifted. She was making demands? Of me? I chuckled and unleaned from the kitchentable. "I'm sorry, it seems you've misunderstood again. You are mine now, Ms Swan, which means I can do anything I want to you. I can call you Susan or paint you a color or even throw you through a window. The possibilities are literally limitless."

"Fuck you," she hissed with surprising vehemence. "I'm not some fucking dog you can just throw in a closet whenever you go out."

"You're completely right. I should have put you in a box with some biscuits."

Her dark eyes flared dangerously and for a second I was genuinely concerned for my safety. She didn't appreciate my sense of humor, it seemed. But before she could explode and do me bodily harm, I gestured with a hand for calm and smiled to show I was only joking.

"I'm sorry, you are very correct, Ms Swan," I said. "I mistreated you today, but you must remember, you are a captive. Some compromise to your comfort is unavoidable. After all, if your personal freedom was of any concern at all to me, I wouldn't have abducted you in the first place."

"Just don't fucking tie me up again," she said, not even listening. "Alright?"

I nodded and smiled and decided to drop it. I think she understood, even if she wouldn't admit it. We obviously needed a new subject so I let my eyes drift over her trendy new outfit.

"Do you like your new clothes?" I asked her.

She didn't answer. She was still glaring at me and now she had her arms folded. I thought she looked adorable in that taupe turtleneck and those dark jeans with the bellbottoms. While she was standing there, I noticed her rub her feet together, and I realized they were cold.

"I got you some socks as well," I said, heading over to the pile. I sifted through the clothes and found the socks, just plain white ones. "Here, put them on."

She pouted grudgingly and then she snatched them out of my hand and hopped on one foot as she put them on. I was still looking through the clothes and I took up the black miniskirt and held it up to smile at it.

"Maybe we should have a little fashion parade to pass the time," I said. "Hm?"

She didn't even deign to acknowledge that. "I have to use the bathroom."

"Oh, yes, I keep forgetting," I said, and then I sorted through the pile for the cosmetics bags of toiletries I had bought her. "I think this should come in handy. I've tried to anticipate your every need, but if you require anything else, please let me know."

She took the bag and opened it. When she saw what was inside—toothbrushes, creams, hygiene products—her expression softened somewhat. It perhaps came as a relief to her that I didn't intend to let her rot in a dungeon somewhere. She zipped up the case and lifted her eyes grudgingly.

"Thanks," she muttered.

Then she went into the bathroom.

That one word made me beam. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless. It felt like I had made a tiny bit of progress. Progress to what, though? I wasn't exactly sure about that. Originally I had only wanted to break her physically but now I wanted to break her so much more thoroughly. Emotionally, psychologically, spiritually. I wanted to break her to the point where she was happy to be with me. To belong to me. Was such a thing possible? I thought it was. Human beings were often grateful for small sufferings in order to avoid worse ones. It was only a matter of conditioning and in many ways I had already begun. That muttered thank you for nothing more than a bag of soap and tampons was her first step toward truly becoming mine.

I sighed and smiled and started hanging all the clothes in the closet. I didn't know how long we would be staying but I liked to be organized. The dufflebag with all the money in it was there too and I hid it in the floor of the closet. It wouldn't matter if the girl found it. It was only money. The smartphone was in my coat pocket and I didn't intent to let that out of my sight.

She had closed the bathroom door for privacy and I wondered how long she would be. Her food was getting cold and she must be starved. I opened the paperbags and started setting out her hamburgers and fries and the three small sodas. A tiny banquet for her. I do hoped she liked McDonald's. As I understood, it wasn't known to be particularly healthy. For her dinner I would have to get her something else. I'd better ask what she'd like. Hopefully we could get something delivered. I'd hate to have to tie her up again. She hadn't responded to that very well, had she? Although it was interesting how the bulk of her ire was at the incarceration itself. Not a peep about how I had casually violated her vagina into an orgasm before leaving. Perhaps that had been too uncomfortable to mention. In any case, I suppose I would have to go out anyway. I had made a date with that blonde girl from the gas station. Ms Swan wasn't the only thing around here that required feeding.

Eventually the bathroom door opened and the girl came out. She seemed to have brushed her hair because there was an extra bit of bounce to those dark locks that she hadn't had in the morning. It must've been a bit knotted. She also seemed to have brushed her teeth. She noticed all the food there on the table and looked at it with a frown.

"Is that for me?" she asked grudgingly.

"Of course," I said, gesturing with a sweep of my hand like a generous hostess. "Who else would it be for?"

She didn't move for a moment. She didn't seem certain whether or not it was right to accept food from someone who had kidnapped you. She was obviously very hungry but it took days without food to be legitimately starving.

I sat down on one of the chairs and crossed my legs. I was sitting sidewise to the table, facing her, and I gestured again at the cooling meal.

"Please," I said. "Help yourself."

She glanced at me and she seemed to decide that the defiance wasn't worth going hungry. She sat down and began unwrapping one of the cheeseburgers.

I smiled and watched as she took a bite that almost consumed half of the entire burger. It was good that she had an appetite. It demonstrated a rather stable emotional state. Which was very curious indeed. Like her little orgasm in the closet this morning, I'm not sure most regular girls would be capable of eating under such conditions. Their stomach would be in knots and their eyes would be in tears and all they'd be able to think about was going home.

But Ms Swan was different. Stronger, perhaps. Or maybe she was simply used to being abducted. This was her second time, after all, and she still had hope of rescue. Maybe she still wasn't quite committed to the reality of what was happening to her. Or maybe I was right the first time. Maybe she was just a tough kind of girl. Who knows. Either way, she was proving to be quite a delight.

She took another bite while still chewing the first one, her dark eyes flickering at me suspiciously as if she thought I would want to share. I smiled and watched her.

"I didn't know what you'd like so I just got this," I said. "I suppose we'll have to discuss your diet at some point. You're a lot of work, aren't you Ms Swan?"

She snorted and kept eating. "You're the one who kidnapped me."

"Yes, that's true, I suppose."

I sighed and glanced toward the window. The curtains were drawn but you could see it was beginning to get dark outside even though it wasn't even five o'clock yet.

I turned back to the girl. She had finished one of the burgers and I watched her unwrap the second. She was more patient with this one and the bite she took out of it was much smaller. I watched her chew and swallow and wipe her mouth with a napkin. Humans. Such weird creatures. I used to be one of them but somewhere along the line I had begun to think of myself as a race apart. Better. Superior.

She took another bite and glanced at me angrily. My scrutiny seem to annoy her. I suppose no one liked being watched while they ate. Still, it was rather fascinating. I like how her tongue would lick her lips sometimes or suck at the straw of one of the sodas. Diet, of course. Didn't want to fatten her up too much.

"Jeez," she said, glaring at me and away again. "Can you quit staring at me?"

"Sorry about that. Just admiring how beautiful you are."

Despite my apology, I didn't stop. Instead I leaned with an elbow on the tabletop and placed my chin in my hand to gaze at her more wistfully. She tossed some of her hair back self-consciously and glared at me and took another savage bite of her burger. This boldness she was showing me this afternoon was very encouraging. I smiled at her.

"You know, I wasn't lying when I said we could have a lot of fun together," I said. "All it would take is for you to drop the attitude and do what I say."

She didn't answer. She chewed and stared down at her burger. I watched her and then I rose from my chair.

"Let me show you something," I said.

I went to the closet and got the canvas dufflebag and bought it back to the table. She looked annoyed, as if she thought maybe I was going to show her more clothes. I unzipped it and opened it and tilted it forward to show her the thousands upon thousands of dollars in it.

She almost dropped the burger.

She had stopped chewing and her voice came out very soft. "Where did you get that?"

"From an ATM machine," I said, sitting down again. She looked at the money and swallowed. Then she kept eating. I crossed my legs once more and patted the money with my hand. "Imagine what you could do with cash like this. Imagine all the things you could buy. All the things I could buy for you. Does it not tempt you just a little? You don't have to be a hostage if you don't want."

These suggestions seemed to disgust her and cause her to lose her appetite. She swallowed and looked at the money and then looked at me.

"I just want to go home," she said.

I sat back in the chair and smiled. "Home."

"Yes."

"Back to that gloomy little town where you lived in that gloomy little house and went to that gloomy little school. There's nothing waiting for you there. No boyfriend. No mate. Just a boring and pointless life with no consequence."

She glared at me but obviously she couldn't disagree. I smiled and gave her a small and innocent shrug.

"But with me, well," I said. "Who knows what could happen?"

"I know exactly what you're going to do to me."

"And what's that?"

"You're going to kill me."

I smiled and paused a moment to observe her before answering. "Perhaps," I said. "But perhaps if I was going to kill you, I would've done it already. Hm?"

She didn't answer. She was still glaring but now she looked away and took up her hamburger and started eating again. I watched her finish that one and sip her soda and start nibbling at some fries. She left the third hamburger wrapped and untouched. I smiled.

"I'm five hundred years old," I told her. "Did you know that?"

She looked at me with a fry in her mouth like a cigarette. She seemed surprised at my age but determined to act unimpressed. Then she bit the fry and chewed.

"No," she said. "How would I know that?"

"And in all that time, do you know what I've learnt?"

"What?"

"Life is hard. Those who don't adapt, perish."

She didn't answer. She selected another fry and ate it. I smiled and leaned forward slightly to place my hand over hers.

"This is your new life now, Ms Swan," I told her gently. "You have only two choices. You can either adapt or you can suffer and die. It's entirely up to you."

"You're going to kill me no matter what I do."

"Those were my intentions but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have something of a weakness for you. Why, if you batted those eyelashes of yours and asked nicely enough, I might be persuaded to let you go this very instant."

She thought about that for a moment. Wondering if it was true or just another sick game. She tugged her hand away from mine and resumed eating her fries.

"I don't believe you," she muttered.

I smiled and sat back. Pity. It would've been nice to have her beg a little, even just for fun. "Either way," I said, "it's probably your best tactic. I'm sure obedience and pleading would be more effective than, for instance, banging your head into the closet."

She almost blushed at that. She ought to be embarrassed. I'd never heard of anything as stupid as a handcuffed naked girl trying to headbutt her way out of a closet.

"It doesn't matter," she said with a surprising briskness. "Edward is going to come save me anyway."

Ah, so that was the source of her strength. Now I understood. I smiled and heaved a sigh, glancing toward the window and the world that lay beyond the curtains. To be honest, I had hopes this Edward would come for her as well. James really ought to be avenged in some fashion.

"Well, I dearly hope so," I said. "Perhaps we'll stay in Port Angeles for a few days. We wouldn't want him to lose your trail, would we? That is, if he even cares about you enough to keep track of you in the first place."

"He does," she said, with only the tiniest flicker of doubt in her voice. "He loves me."

"Oh, I'm sure he does," I said. Then I smirked and added: "Just not enough to actually be with you, hm?"

She glared at me for a moment. But there was sadness in this glare and then she dropped the fries she was holding and looked away to wipe her eyes with a napkin.

I felt a strange pang of regret for what I said. Maybe that had been unnecessarily mean. I knew firsthand how loveable and precious she could be and I had no doubts her mate felt the same way.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Go to hell," she muttered.

I smiled. "Say that again."

"What?"

"Go to hell," I said. "Tell me to go to hell."

She had wiped her eyes and now they were just very angry again, her sadness all burnt away. She looked at me and she said:

"Go to hell."

My smile beamed. Yes. Anger was so much more attractive than sorrow.

"You're very beautiful when you're angry," I told her.

She snorted and picked up her fries again.

I smiled and allowed her to finish the rest of her lunch in silence and I didn't even stare at her too much. As hungry as she was, she didn't eat it all. She left behind a burger and a packet of fries and two of the sodas. When she was finally done, she sighed and put the remainder of the food in one of the boxes. I smiled at her.

"Nice lunch?"

"Not really," she muttered without looking at me.

I think it might've been the company that bothered her more than the food but I didn't mention it. "We'll have to get you something more nutritious for dinner," I said. "What would you like?"

"I don't care."

"I noticed you used to make vegetable stir-fry quite often at home. How would that suit you?"

"Whatever."

I nodded and looked toward the alarm clock across the room that sat on the bedside table. Just past five. Three hours till I had to go meet that blonde girl. Hopefully she hadn't had a change of heart because I really did need the blood.

I sighed and turned back to Ms Swan.

"I think, tonight, I will have to feed as well," I said idly.

She had been somewhat relaxed before I spoke but now she went rigid and afraid. I was confused at her reaction for a moment and then I realized she must've misinterpreted my words. I chuckled and patted her hand with my own.

"Not from you, don't worry," I said. "I met a girl while I was out. A nice little blonde. Nothing quite as delicious as you, of course, but fine for a snack."

That didn't seem to console her very much. I rose with the Happy Meal boxes and went to throw them in the trash. Then I came back for the sodas and poured them out into the sink. She was following me with her eyes and very quietly from behind me she said:

"Are you going to kill her?"

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

But I didn't answer.

Once the kitchen area was cleaned up I put Ms Swan on the bed and turned on the TV for her while I rummaged in the closet to review the day's shopping. I would have to get some luggage as well at some point. A couple of overnight bags, just to travel with. I had decided that we could stay in Port Angeles for three days, no more. By then her disappearance and her father's death would be under investigation and it would be time to move on to Seattle.

I had turned the lights on and the girl got very quiet as it got dark outside. She kept glancing at me and I got the feeling she was worried about the blonde girl I had mentioned. She looked like she wanted to attempt to talk me out of it but at the same time she didn't want to draw my hunger onto herself either. I suppose that was the evil of self-preservation. People were fine with horrible things happening to other people as long as it didn't happen to themselves. Which was natural enough, really. Ms Swan would have enough trouble keeping herself alive, much less any other hapless damsel who caught my eye.

The headboard of the bed was an iron frame and toward eight o'clock I took the handcuffs from the dresser and approached her with them. She said nothing. She was sitting back against a pillow and not even a peep came out of her as I locked the bracelet around one of her wrists and cuffed her to the iron bar of the bed. I watched her eyes as I did so. They were dark and defiant but slightly subdued as well. The mention of feeding seemed to have stirred a certain fear inside her or at least weariness. Above all she was extra guarded not to provoke me in any way. I suppose that was okay. I liked her anger but this was nice too.

Once she was secure I went into the bathroom and put on a little bit of makeup. I was half-tempted to put on a new outfit—something sexy—but there wasn't much point. It wasn't a real date, just a casual murder rape. Or perhaps not even rape. She seemed slutty enough to put out all by herself. Maybe just murder then. Either way, the most important thing was to take the edge off my appetite and perhaps have a little bit of fun.

When I came back into the room, I was wearing lipstick and a bit of eye makeup. The girl noticed from the bed and yet still said nothing. I was putting on my coat and she was watching me, the TV droning in the background. I fluffed out my hair and smiled at her and looked at her for a moment. In truth, I didn't want to leave. Not because I didn't trust her but because I simply liked being with her.

But alas, a girl's gotta eat. She would be fairly secure handcuffed to the bed like that but there was her mouth to consider. I hated to gag her again but there was really no choice. The rags I had used this morning were sitting on the dresser. I reached for them and that's when she spoke.

"Please don't gag me," she said. "I won't scream."

I paused and turned back to her. I examined her face and I could see quite a bit of sincerity there. And fear as well. I cocked my head, watching her, and then I strolled up to her bedside with the gag.

She kept her eyes on mine, silently imploring me not to do it. She must really hate being gagged. I looked at her for a moment more and then I nodded slowly.

"Very well," I said. "But be warned, Ms Swan. This will be your first and only opportunity to earn my trust. Sit tight like a good girl and in the future I will be more lenient. But if I come back and find that you've called for help or managed to escape, do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Yes," she whispered, looking away from my red eyes.

I smiled and told her anyway. "I'm going to hunt you down and kill whoever helped you and then kill you as well in a way that will make you wish a hundred times over that you hadn't been so incredibly stupid," I said. "Do you understand that?"

She looked up at me with a small flicker of defiance in her dark eyes. But she nodded.

I smiled and put the rags on the bedside table and then I picked up the phone there and ripped the cord out of the wall, just to be safe. There was no escape for her, of course, but I really did not want to deal with police or any other complications.

She watched what I did to the phone and then looked at me. I smiled and cupped her face and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead. Then I rose up and moved toward the door, buttoning my coat as I went.

"I'll be a couple of hours or so and I'll pick up the groceries while I'm out," I said. "Just sit tight and everything will be fine."

She nodded and I opened the door to go. But before I could go out, she spoke from behind me.

"Are you really going to kill someone?" she asked hesitantly.

I turned back from the open door and smiled at her where she sat handcuffed to the bed. Timid in her turtleneck, blinking her large dark eyes. She looked so cute there and I couldn't wait to get back.

"I'll be back soon," I said.

Then I closed the door and left her there.

It was fully dark outside and most of the stores were already closed at this time of night but I managed to find one that was open. I wasn't exactly sure what was required for a stir-fry but I found a recipe on the back of a bottle of soy sauce and picked up all the vegetables—cauliflower, carrots, cabbage—and I bought a wok and some peanut oil as well. It all fit in one bag that I put on the passenger seat before pulling out into the road again. I was almost late for my date.

By the time I got to the filling station it was ten past eight. The ATM machine was still standing there, half tilted over in the dark, but all the money was gone and it was cordoned off with yellow police tape. The blonde girl was standing by the entrance to the store, talking on her phone, and she recognized my truck. She grinned and hung up and I didn't even have to get out of the truck. She came trotting right over, all blonde and slutty in her suede cowgirl vest and denim miniskirt.

She got in right away and said hey. She had to move the bag of groceries and she chuckled about it as if it was the funniest thing in the world. I was already driving. The gas station was at the edge of town and I continued on into the darkness that led further out. I hoped she hadn't expected me to take her to the movies or anything. After all, she had already clearly decided to put out. Why waste the time and money? In any case, my sense of romance was a tad darker, truth be told.

"God, you wouldn't believe what a fucked up day it's been," she was saying. "Someone broke into the ATM machine outside the store. Police were there all day. They can't even figure out how they got it open."

"Wow," I said, feigning interest. "Was anyone hurt?"

"Nah, it was just the machine. Thank god, huh? It happened during my shift. I'm just glad they didn't come inside for the register. It makes me not even wanna work there anymore."

"I guess you were lucky," I said, almost smiling at the irony. Poor thing. Getting robbed at gunpoint would've been a whole lot more preferable to what I was going to do to her.

"Yeah," she agreed. Then she looked out the windows. "So anyway, where are we going?"

By now we were clear out of town and you could see nothing but the dark shapes of trees. There weren't even any streetlamps.

Oddly, she wasn't the least bit afraid. Probably because I was a girl. There was something of a doublestandard in this area. Women were statistically less likely to kill you and leave you in the woods which gave those of us who actually like to do that sort of thing something of an advantage. No one ever expects it.

I pulled up at the side of the dark road and turned off the engine before turning the light on. She looked at me and I gave her a very charming smile with my red lipstick.

"Just somewhere we can be alone," I said.

She grinned. "I guess we're gonna skip the date, huh?"

"If you don't mind."

"Suits me," she giggled, and with that, we started making out.

It actually took me a little by surprise, the way her arms went around my neck and her lips simply mashed against mine. Surprised but delighted as well. I cupped her face, her smooth cheeks. Her mouth tasted quite nice, like bubblegum, and her tongue was very warm. I had expected her to be a little more reticent and I had been prepared to get rough with her. But I suppose there would be no need for the moment. Not until it was time for her to die.

Even her hands were getting adventurous. They were already under my top and stroking the skin of my waist. She didn't seem to notice the chill of my body temperature or maybe she liked the coolness. I was shrugging off my coat to aid in her explorations and now one of her hands came up and cupped my boob. I was wearing no bra under the tanktop and she burst out chuckling at the bizarre feel of my heavy naked tit in her hand.

"Oh my god," she said, grinning at my chest. She lifted my top over my breasts and stared at them breathlessly, all large and white and enormously shaped. She began to stroke them, smiling, and then she lifted her blue eyes to mine. "This is so weird," she said. "I never thought I would ever do this again."

"You've been with a girl before?" I inquired with a smirk.

"Just once. I was drunk."

"Was she as sexy as me?"

"Not even close. Your eyes are so hot. Are those contacts? Or are you, like, albino or something?"

I chuckled and didn't bother answering, I just drew her into another kiss and made out with her while she groped up my tits. I wouldn't have guessed she had been with a girl before but I wasn't particularly surprised either. Probably a best friend at a party. Drunk, as she said. Not even an experiment, just a one time bit of fun. Until now, that is.

I had pulled off her jacket and now I was unbuttoning her vest. When I finally had it open, I gave one of her bracups a nice squeeze. She moaned into the kiss and kissed me harder. She seemed to be really getting into it. Her tit had popped out of its cup and I gave it another squeeze before pinching the hard little nipple. It was all very fun, of course, but my thoughts couldn't help drifting back to the motel room where Ms Swan was waiting for me. As delicious as this little blonde was, she wasn't quite as delectable as Ms Swan. No girl was.

But while I was here, I might as well enjoy it. I put a bit of aggression into the kiss and pushed at her with my tongue until we were both giggling and chuckling.

"Shit," she said, breathing very hard. "This is really hot."

"Tell me about it."

She was still touching my tits and her blue eyes had kind of glazed over with lust. She levelled them at mine and said very sexily:

"I wanna go down on you."

I grinned and started unbuttoning my jeans. "Sounds good to me."

I lifted my hips to push them down and my panties as well and then I lifted my legs up over the steering wheel and opened them as much as the jeans around my knees would allow. She giggled at all this and slid to the floor by the pedals for a better position before wriggling her pretty blonde head between my thighs and lapping eagerly at my pussy.

I gave a luxurious moan and allowed myself to enjoy it. Her tongue was nice and warm and she moaned as well. I let her lick it for a while and I murmured encouragement and told her how much I liked it and after a while I opened my eyes and looked down at the top of her head. The orgasm was approaching and I couldn't help smirking. At this poor girl. This dumb slut. Here she was eating my pussy and it would be her last meal before I murdered her. The thought was intoxicating and the domination spurned me onward until my head tilted back in a smile as the climax occurred all over my body.

She moaned and kept licking and I stroked her silky flaxen hair for a while before she stopped and struggled back into her seat, giggling with her vest open and her smallish tits peeking out of her bra.

"That was fun," she said, reaching to touch my waist. "How come your body's so cold?"

She stroked the coolness of my skin and I placed a kiss or two on her lips. Her pink lipstick was smudged and I could taste myself on them.

"I don't know," I whispered to her. "Maybe I'm a vampire."

She giggled into the kiss. "Do you have fangs?"

"Actually, no, that's just superstition. Want me go down on you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Then let's go outside. There's no room here."

I got out the driver's side and pulled up my jeans. There was a thin mist over the grass and dead silence from the woods. I had left the headlights of the truck on and there was plenty of light to see by. She crawled out behind me, giggling, and I turned around to take her by the waist and kiss her. She giggled some more and kissed me back before turning away to grin and look wildly up and down the dark road.

"This is crazy," she said. "Hope nobody sees."

I was stroking her tits and I leaned to lick at her nipples. They were hard and pink and I gave them each a firm sucking. She held my hair and moaned and massaged my scalp with her fingers as if she was trying to shampoo me. She really seemed to be enjoying herself, more's the pity.

"Oh god," she said. "I'm so fucking horny."

I raised up from her chest and gave her a sultry look and then I lowered myself to kneel in the grass.

She was backed up against the cab of the truck and she giggled as she hiked up her denim miniskirt. Maybe it was unnecessary to go down on her like this but I do enjoy the taste of other girls and it would be a nice appetizer to her blood. Besides, she would be dead very soon. The least I could do was send her off with an orgasm. She was standing with her boots apart and there was a tiny wet patch in her pink panties. I ran my hands up and down her legs and then I angled a kiss up into the fork of her crotch. She hissed in a breath. I could feel the hard nub of her clit under the cloth of her underwear. I smiled up at her with my red eyes and used my teeth to pull her panties down a little. Her face was flushed and completely horny and she groaned very loudly as I started to lick her.

Her fingers once again wove into my hair and she didn't take long to climax. I used a couple of fingers as well, inserting them into her vagina, and I was sucking at her clit when her hands clenched in my hair and her knees buckled. She offered a loud moan up into the blackness of the sky with her eyes squeezed shut and then she sagged back against the truck.

I smiled and gave her a few more licks. She actually tasted quite nice. I only hoped her blood would be as equally delicious. My throat was burning very badly by now. Her scent had completely filled my head and now it was time. Time for her to die. It would be getting late and I had to return to Ms Swan and eat Ms Swan's pussy. This one had really done nothing but made me hungrier for the one I really wanted. So I gave this girl who's name I didn't even know one last kiss on that sloppy area between her legs and then I pushed up her panties and rose.

She was still flushed and breathing heavy and she smiled at me as she smoothed down her skirt and buttoned up her vest. "Wow," she said in breathless gasp. "That was way better than my other time with a girl. Maybe we should hook up again sometime. Do you live around here? What's your name, anyway?"

"Victoria," I told her, correcting my own clothes.

"Victoria," she repeated, half panting. "Hmm."

By now she was finished fixing her clothes and she took a step toward me, languid and smiling, and placed her arms around my neck and gazed up into my eyes with a certain slavishness.

"Well, Victoria," she said. "Your pussy was absolutely delicious. I might just have to go lezzy for you."

I chuckled softly and cupped her face. It seemed my pheromones had had quite an effect on her. It was sort of embarrassing for those to be her last words—to her own murderess, no less—but it really was time to get this over with.

"Thank you," I said. "But I'm not really interested in seeing you again."

Then I grabbed a handful of her hair and smashed her head into the truck.

The blow dazed her so much she didn't even make a sound. Her blonde hair flared all around her as she flailed backward and landed in the grass. A gash had opened on her forehead and instantly the scent of blood was in the cold night air. I inhaled with my eyes closed and looked down at her. She was in the grass and trying to crawl backward and she whimpered at me with blood running down the side of her head and staining her pale hair.

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered in a broken voice as if she was only confused.

I smiled and advanced upon her slowly. "To be honest, you were only supposed to be a snack," I said. "The sex was nice and all, but the only reason I bought you out here was to kill you and leave you in the woods."

She sobbed and turned around and tried to scramble away but I stomped on the back of her calf. The bone broke with a dull snapping sound and she started screaming.

Calmly, I flipped her over and straddled her hips. There was no one for miles around that could hear her screams but I covered her mouth with my hand. Her shrieks turned into muffled sobs and her eyes rolled in terror as she tried to buck me off her hips. But she was in a great deal of pain and her movements were very weak. She thrashed her head and she actually got her mouth free for a few words.

"No," she whimpered. "Please."

I chuckled and tried to keep her still. "Now, now, don't beg," I told her. "I already have my hands full with one girl to take care of, I don't need a second one."

"Please—"

But I managed to get my hand over her mouth more firmly and finally she stopped squirming and looked up at me. Her blue eyes were begging for her life but they had no power over me the way Ms Swan's did. I smiled and leaned to lick from the gash in her forehead.

The blood simmered on my taste buds and made me shiver in anticipation. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"Sorry about this," I said. "Usually I like to toy with my prey a little more but I need to get back to the motel before my little Bella does anything stupid. So let's just get this over with, shall we?"

She thrashed and screamed into my palm and I put my fingernail to the soft flesh of her throat and used it like a dagger to tear open the artery there.

Her screams went quiet from the cold shock of it and blood began squirting out. Smiling, I leaned to the wound and put my mouth over it and began gulping down her blood while the headlights of the truck glared whitely at what I was doing like spotlights on a stage.

Only small sounds came out of the girl from then on. The terror pumped out all of her blood in a matter of minutes and after a while she was dead. I continued to drink whatever leaked out, straddling her corpse like a succubus, and by now my eyes were very dark and very lidded. Her blood had satisfied me greatly. It was delicious. Like liquid fire. I could only imagine what Ms Swan's blood would taste like but after tonight I would thankfully not be tempted for a while.

I rose up from my victim, still straddling her, and looked at her face. Her eyes were open and gazing emptily at the empty blackness above. I closed them for her. My hand was covered in blood and my fingers left red stains on her pale face, her paper eyelids. Her lips had gone completely pale as well and I brushed my thumb over them to add a bit of color and then I leaned and kissed them. They had already gone cold and the kiss was quite tantalizing. One final act of domination over this poor girl who's only sin was being just a little too eager to take her panties off for a stranger.

Eventually I stood up and stretched, nice and refreshed. The road was still completely empty but I suppose I better not leave the corpse just lying about.

Sighing, I took the dead girl by her wrist and began dragging her into the woods. It got darker as we journeyed away from the headlights of the truck and she kept getting caught on roots and rocks. One of her boots got left behind and there were leaves and twigs gathering her in her blonde hair like a bird's nest. By the time I found somewhere nice to stash her, her body was completely streaked with dirt and there were cuts and grazes all over the exposed areas of her skin. The place I'd found was a windfall log that had been felled in some old storm and half hollowed out by insects. I stuffed her into the log headfirst and patted her bottom to thank her for a lovely night. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal her dirt stained panties and I pulled it down for her to cover them up. It was the least I could do. Then I found a boulder nearby and moved it against the entrance of the log to seal her away, entombing her there forever where nobody would ever find her. There were wildflowers growing all throughout that wood and I plucked one and kissed it and placed it on the log before I left.

By the time I got back to the truck it was getting late and I was eager to get going. Unfortunately, it was also time to ditch the truck, which meant I would be walking back. Before I abandoned it, though, I ripped off both licence plates and threw them in opposite directions into the woods like Frisbees. In the rearview mirror I could see blood all over my face and I reminded myself that I would have to be careful going back through town. Finally I opened the door and turned off the headlights and put my coat back on. I still had the gun in the pocket of the coat and I considered ditching that as well but I didn't. Finally I threw the keys into the woods and then I fetched out the bag of groceries and swung the door closed and started down the highway.

It was past midnight by the time I got back to the motel, moving in bursts of speed through alleyways and sidestreets. I hadn't stopped anywhere to wash off, partly because I didn't want to waste time and partly because I thought it would make an impression on Ms Swan.

The front of the motel was dark and I kept my head down as I crossed the walk to the door. I unlocked it with the key and pushed it open and I was relieved to find the girl exactly how I left her, handcuffed to the bed with the TV on.

Her own reaction was slightly more panicked.

The first thing she saw was the dried and cracked blood on my face and her eyes widened as she sat up straight. She knew why I had gone out and she knew exactly what the blood meant. Her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes darted at mine. She swallowed a large lump in her throat and then, curiously, she just sat there and looked at me. She didn't speak. She didn't gibber. She was afraid, yes, but not even close to hysteria. No danger of screaming or crying or any kind of fit. That was all very good.

I entered with the air of someone returning home from work and closed the door behind me before putting down the bag of groceries. The girl watched and I smiled at her with my blood stained mouth as I began unbuttoning my coat.

"Well," I said. "I'm back."

She swallowed another lump in her throat but she still said nothing. I shrugged off the coat and laid it over the back of a chair. She could now see the blood on my hands and all up one arm. I used those hands to fluff out my hair relaxingly. There were clumps of blood among my orange locks as well and the girl noticed them too. I smiled and wandered over to her bedside.

"Have you been a good girl?" I asked playfully.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice surprisingly steady.

I was surprised she had answered at all and I was smiling as I leaned to examine her cuffed wrist. There were no bruises or scratches or any marks at all to suggest she had tried to free herself of them. My eyebrows rose. I was very impressed and tentatively pleased as well.

"Yes, it seems you have been," I said. "I'm very happy to see it. I don't know what I might've been forced to do if I came back and found that you'd misbehaved. As you can see, I've been in rather a violent mood."

Her eyes blinked at the blood stains. Still no sign of hysteria. She knew a girl had died out there tonight but she seemed mostly disaffected by that. I had been worried she might blame herself for not trying to prevent it but mostly she just seemed relieved that it hadn't been her and perhaps a little afraid that it still could be.

Which was perfect.

The key to the handcuffs was in my back pocket and now I unlocked her wrist and left the cuffs dangling from the iron bar on the headboard. Then I slipped the key back into my pocket and went around the bed while she sat there rubbing her wrist.

"Here are the groceries," I said, bringing her the bag. "I'm going to trust you to make dinner while I take a shower. Can I do that?"

She took the bag, still sitting there in the bed, and nodded. I looked into her eyes to gauge her sincerity. They were brown and huge and without any artifice at all that I could see. I nodded slowly without taking my eyes from hers.

"Good," I said. "And rest assured, Ms Swan, if you run away and force me to endure the embarrassment of chasing you down naked, I will simply slaughter you in the street and be done with this whole charade. Do you understand?"

She nodded again, faster this time. A little bit of fear had edged into those large brown orbs and I smiled at it and gave her head a pat.

"Good girl," I said.

Then I turned and went into the bathroom.

I left the door partly open so that I could listen out but I didn't anticipate any problems. I stripped out of my bloody clothes and stepped into the shower and rinsed my hair. It had only been one day since I had claimed her but that one day had cured her of much of her stupidity. In many ways it had actually taken her a very long time to come to the simple realization of how inescapable her situation really was. It should've been more apparent to her from the very beginning. Instead she had insisted on running around like a chicken with its head cut off or banging her head into closet doors. I had a feeling she wouldn't be trying anything so ridiculous again.

I didn't bother hurrying in the shower. I took my time as I always did, enjoying the warmth of the water and the massage of soap into my body. The blood had rinsed off and I had watched it swirl in a pale red stream down the drain of this pale pink tub. I hadn't even known the blonde girl's name. I bet it was something cute. It was sad how she died had like that, objectively speaking. Death was always so undignified, wasn't it? But then again, that's what was so fun about it. To the murderer, at least. And now here I was in the shower, washing her caked remains from my body and watching it funnel away into the drain like any other filth. It was nice how she had turned out to be a complete tramp. It made it so much more amusing.

When I turned off the shower, I could hear a frying sound coming from the kitchen. It made me smile as I dried myself with a towel. I suppose I could trust her after all.

She was standing at the stove when I finally emerged wearing one towel around my torso and one in a turban around my head to dry my hair. I didn't want to freak her out by appearing naked. She was using a coffeespoon to toss the vegetables around the wok and I realized I had forgotten to buy her some proper utensils. I apologized to her about it but she only shook her head demurely as if it was no big deal. The shift in her demeanor was remarkable and it turned me on immensely as I sat at the table and crossed my naked legs to watch her. She was going to be very cooperative tonight. I could tell.

But I didn't want to rush and I let her enjoy her dinner in peace aside from a little bit of chitchat. She spoke in small mutters and she chose her words carefully. She was eating directly out of the wok with one of the spoons and she would often blow on a piece of cauliflower or a disc of carrot to cool it down. I watched her very attentively. She kept her eyes mostly to herself but she glanced at me many times. She knew exactly what I was going to do to her as soon as she was finished eating and it didn't seem to affect her appetite in the least. That turned me on as well. I could feel my nipples getting hard under the towel. I was even getting moist between my legs. My whole body throbbing. Humming. It was perhaps the most horny I had ever been for another person, a deep rumbling in the pit of my stomach like some ungodly growl, and I could hardly understand the cause of it. What was different about her now than before? Obedience? Submissiveness? I didn't know and I didn't exactly care right now. All I knew was that I needed her.

Yet I had to be careful not to be aggressive. Her compliance, such as it was, was very fragile, and it had to be treated delicately. So I waited for her to finish eating and then I gave her permission to use the bathroom and shower. She asked if she had half an hour but I smiled and told her to take all the time she needed.

While she was in the shower, I turned out the lights and put the lamp on. Then I turned down the floral bedcovers and shed my towels. I was so excited that I felt like bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl. But I didn't, of course. Instead I laid down on the bed and opened my legs and began touching myself in anticipation. Nothing obscene, just a light stroking of my more sensitive zones. It was incredible how I felt. It had only been hours since the last time I had sex but I felt like a virgin all over again. Like it was going to be my first time. I waited as patiently as I could, stroking my breasts and my entrance, and then I heard the shower turn off. Soon. So soon. I smiled and closed my legs and turned on my side to face the bathroom door.

It opened about five minutes later. The girl had put on a towel and she emerged in a puff of steam from the bright interior of the bathroom like an angel or some other being sent from heaven. She saw me laying on the bed and hung her head for a second. Then she turned off the bathroom light and came over.

I told her to take off the towel and she did so with an obedience that was thrilling. A small frown of defiance had grown on her face but that did nothing but reassure me she wasn't in any danger of slipping into hysteria. The towel dropped to the floor and she stood there with her breasts revealed and her body all soft and clean and freshly soaped. Her hair was still damp. No makeup and yet still so incredibly beautiful. The throbbing between my legs intensified and I beckoned with a finger for her to get into the bed. She did.

First with a knee and then crawling into my arms. A minor shiver of revulsion as our naked bodies came into contact. She straddled my lap at my instruction and looked down at my face in the dim lamplight. I cupped her cheek—so smooth, so soft—and pulled her into a kiss. I kissed her long and deep, moaning softly as I sampled the deliciousness of her mouth. She even kissed me back weakly and I was again astounded at the change in her attitude. Perhaps she was finally beginning to realize that she was actually quite lucky. Lucky to be here in bed with me instead of dead and rotting in the woods like that other girl. I kissed her some more and smiled into her mouth and then I broke the kiss and looked at her. Her face was mostly blank aside from some small sadness and I smiled at her.

"I'm glad to see you've finally accepted your situation," I said softly.

Something in those words provoked her. Her dark eyes flickered. Anger. Rage. All bridled behind those beautiful brown orbs. She looked like she wanted to say something in agreement in order to stay whatever wrath she now feared from me but her pride wouldn't let her. I smiled and stroked back her wet hair.

"That's okay," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything. Just do as I say and everything will be fine."

She didn't reply to that either and she didn't have to.

I took hold of her head and lowered her mouth to my huge and horny tits.

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AN: Hope this chapter didn't put anyone off the story. To be honest, I think it turned out brilliantly. One of the best chapters I've ever written. A lot of dark stories have vampires who feed from humans but I bet you've never seen it done quite like this. I know I haven't. And that's just the beginning, believe it or not. I actually had to cut that scene in half because I wanted to save material for later. It was actually supposed to be even worse, lol.

Seriously, though, this chapter had everything. Fluff, dark, flirting, sex, rape, bondage, death, and even a little relationship progression. Not sure what everyone else will think, but it felt seamless as I was writing it. It was actually a ton of fun, especially Vicky's shopping trip. I had the Walmart website open in a separate window and I was constantly checking different things for her to buy. Felt like a little virtual shopping spree, lol.

Anyway, hope the chapter didn't creep anyone out. Personally, I don't believe there's anything wrong with writing or reading this kind of stuff. The content is really no more disturbing than Game of Thrones or even mainstream hip hop. As long as the subject matter is handled with style, I think it's okay. Style is what separates erotica from porn. And this is definitely erotica. At least it is in my view. Anyway, I should stop rambling. New chapter soon. :)