Chapter Three
In the toilets within some fancy restaurant, a young woman with short wild red-hair wearing a light-violet T-shirt, orange jacket, and tight magenta jeans had just washed her hands and was checking out herself in the mirror. Just then, somebody else made their way, or her way, into the isolated room, a tall thin long-white-haired woman with a face like that of a phantom, complete with eyes of icy blue and lips and deep bright red. She wore a red and black ochre dress with a few gold accessories as well.
Instead of heading over to one of the toilets as one would expect, she simply stood and leaned firmly against a wall, looking over at the red-haired girl.
"You look rather quite dashing, my dear", the white-haired woman complimented, taking the redhead by surprise.
"Uh, thanks", Nash appreciated at least, while checking out the other woman as well. "Same for you".
"True beauty and all", the strange yet alluring woman spoke. "What be your name"?
"Call me Nash", the redhead said. "Nash Salvato".
"Nash, nice name", the white-haired woman grinned while slowly approaching Nash.
"Hey uh, I gotta go", Nash backed slightly. "I already got a date and she-"
"She can wait", the woman interrupted her. "Though we can invite her in here if you'd like that".
Before Nash could speak again, the woman silenced her with a sudden pressing of lips together. A muffled moan could barely be heard at all as Nash soon become limp and submitted to this femme fatale, her twitching hands nearly surrounding those hips. Their lips opened up for their tongues to touch and dance, while the pale woman unzipped Nash's trousers and slipped her hand in dangerously, writhing up Nash fiercely.
Feeling those fingers dipping deep insider her, Nash's hips were driven by this sexual force into bucking up continuously. Moans escaped through in between her clinched teeth and her eyes squeezed shut and tight. All this was going so fast, and yet she couldn't even dare protest, as no one had ever made her feel like this before. Before long, Nash already starting coming like crazy as a sticky wet patch ran down her legs and jeans.
The dominating and mysterious woman felt Nash's blood running hot beneath that skin, the opportunity had come once more. Baring her grinning teeth, the woman slipped her fangs into her latest victim's neck with swift and ease as Nash's eyes flashed open and leaked a few tears. She was hers now...
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, two young superheroes in the red, blue, and white colours of the Union Jack ventured around together. The boy spewed webs from the launchers around his wrists and swung all about, while the girl took massive leaps from the top of one building to another, huffing and running along the ceilings in order to keep up.
The young adult girl was slightly younger than the boy, with fair skin, long bright red hair, and blue eyes. She wore a high-neck leotard bodysuit coloured and patterned after the red, blue, and white of the Union flag. Along with this she also donned a thick alice-band, high gauntlets, slip-on high boots, shoulder pads, and a sash around her hips, all in a matching silver steel. With her left hand, she wielded a two-foot-long silver trident of bold and simple design, and strapped to her right was a square-shaped shield with the red cross with blue and white emblemed on it.
"Still finding it tricky to keep up, Miss Britain?" The web-slinger joked and teased.
"Well at least I'm trying, Spider-UK", Miss Britain retorted with a smirky grin. "Plus, I weren't the one who ate all the garlic breads at Domino's".
Miss Britain took yet another mighty leap off a building ledge and through the cool air, her long red hair and the long ends of her silver sash flowing free and graceful with her. Diving downward to a lower building, Spider-UK and Miss Britain landed together on the roof with swift and ease. The two dashed to the edge before something else caught their attention, causing them to halt and look down closely enough. In between the shadows of the alleyway, the vague shape of a body was laid back with another shadow figure stalking over it.
"Now what do we have here?" Spider-UK crotched down before stroking his chin through his concealing mask.
"Should we check it out?" Miss Britain asked after kneeling down next to Spider-UK.
"At least take it easy and slow", Spider-UK advised. "We probably wouldn't want to take them by too much surprise and potentially expose ourselves out in the open".
After a little nod from Miss Britain, the two young heroes hopped and climbed down the building as carefully and quietly as humanly possible. Miss Britain held on tight around Spider-UK while he shot a line of web back to the building and abseiled down the rest of the way. Once they had landed on the grounded safely and with little sound, Spider-UK and Miss Britain snuck nearer to the ambiguous scene, hiding from shadow to shadow, from behind one dustbin to behind another.
As they got much and much closer, they were soon able to see more clearly what they were observing before them. A crotched figure with short black hair, brown jacket, green jumper, blue tight jeans, and a loose red scarf. Nearly all were notably covered in a few splatters of red. Lying on the ground with arms and legs spread out was another figure in a white shirt and grey trousers, and with a deep gaping wound on his neck.
"Everything allright here?" Miss Britain spoke up, slightly frozen up upon seeing this gruesome sight.
The very moment she spoke, the crotched figure turned to face the two, causing them to freeze up even more. This figure stared with wide piercing eyes of red and black, and her lips hung open to show off long sharp cuspid teeth dripping with blood that mayn't be her own. Deep heavy breaths erupted from her while blood ran down her chin and to the ground.
Looking at each other with furrow brows, Spider-UK and Miss Britain stood their ground while still keeping enough of a distance. Miss Britain held her trident with a tight enough grip, while Spider-UK steadily raised his arms and hands in front of him. The blood-stained woman gradually stood back up, limp and staggering a bit yet still seemingly stable enough to hold together one's self. The very atmosphere remained mostly silent apart from the sounds of feet brushing, scraping, and sweeping against the bitumen and tarmac.
"Must... Feed..." The swaying woman whispered and shuddered as more blood continued to leak and drip from her lip.
"Pardon?" Spider-UK questioned while slightly tilting his head aside.
Just then, the woman immediately shrieked and lurched right at the two mortals like a banshee from hell. Such a scream pierced their ears and shot chills up their spines, but Spider-UK managed to kick at the charging woman. The vampiric woman landed down to the ground with a loud thud. The two heroes' hearts raced from the mere sheer shock of it while their breaths weighed them down and their hairs raised.
"Bloody hell!" Spider-UK exclaimed.
"Literally", Miss Britain added.
As they both ensured to keep the woman pinned down and restrained with feet on her, the male victim soon got up as well, staggering and almost stumbling as much as the woman did. Spider-UK and Miss Britain looked to see the man stand up on his feet again, wondering how he could or would even be alive again. Then they noticed the man drooling blood from his eyes and mouth, just like the woman had. Miss Britain reaffirmed her grip on her trident, suspecting that something was off.
With fangs newly unveiled, the vampirised man howled a deep, harsh, and guttural howl and ran at the two with a limp before he too got knocked down as well, this time by a blocking attack from Miss Britain and her shield. While Spider-UK kept a foot on the female victim, Miss Briatin kept a foot on the male one. The two turned vampires hollered and wheezed, barely able to form any proper coherent words, if even at all.
Spider-UK and Miss Britain let them go for a bit while posing to strike back if necessary in case the two vampires dare threaten to attack again. However, sensing and sniffing something offish, the two vampiric victims hissed and repulsed before turning tail and retreating around a corner. The two young superheroes soon gave way and chased after the strange foes, but when they too ran around the same corner, the vampires were nowhere to be seen, leaving the heroes perplexed yet still unsettled. They tilted their heads once more and looked at each other with that shared confusion.
"Was that what I think that was?" Miss Britain asked while she pointed in general.
"Certainly looks like it", Spider-UK huffed out an answer. "And I've a really bad feeling that there may be at least a few more like that out here".
"You think we should tell someone about this?"
"I know we should. I might know at least one chap who's an expert in this sort of thing".
With black leathery boots clomping along the pavement, the pale girl with black spiky hair marched on continuously through the seemingly barren streets with both hands in pockets, not at all bothered by the notable wind, even when it blew at her jacket and dress of matching black. A few huffs of breath passed from her before fading into the air. It was almost as if anyone and everyone else has either hidden indoors or even disappeared from sight.
"Poor thing like you should never have to be alone out here", a sudden and low feminine voice forced the girl to stop dead in her tracks.
The girl quickly turned around and looked back to see a tall, white-haired woman in a dress of red, black, and gold nearby behind her and gazing back. The goth girl tilted her head by a slight at this strange yet seemingly beautiful figure, looking almost as darkly dressed as her. And it would seem that the woman might've had similar thoughts as well, looking down and up at the girl's sense of fashion.
"I like the way you dress", the tall woman smiled.
"Thanks", the young girl said back, still observing the other woman's fashion as well. "You look nice as well, you dyed your hair that way or were you born with it naturally like that?"
"You can say I was..." The woman paused dramatically as she slowly strutted close to the other girl. "...reborn this way, Nico Minoru".
"You know my name?" The goth girl took a slight step back at how this women she never met before just knew her identity like that.
"I've heard about you for quite some time", the woman spoke vaguely. "You're a homo magi if I recall, gifted with the power over mystical arts".
"That's true, but who told you about me?" Nico questioned further. "And who even are you?"
"I just know..." The woman dodged a proper answer that would give away her knowledge and identity. "And I'm just someone who's into people like you".
Nico stepped back further until her back was up against a pillar as the woman still approached her carefully until she surrounded Nico with arms all around and hands pressed flat on the pillar itself. Nico looked around for a bit before some of the woman's fingers tilted Nico's face by the chin to see eye-to-eye again, bright icy-blue eyes and dark chocolate-brown eyes.
"Look, I like your dress and everything", Nico stammered. Her black lips quivered and shuddered. "But I already with someone else, and she's probably waiting for me".
"Oh we'll meet her in time", the woman pressed a finger against Nico's lips. "But maybe I can give you something she couldn't..." Their faces, or rather their lips, gravitated close to each other. "Passion, pleasure, and power".
Almost instantly, the woman sealed in Nico with a deep long kiss, all eyes shutting close and nostrils exhaling mild air. The older woman gently laid her hands around the younger woman's smooth neck and shoulders as Nico planted her arms and hands on the pillar behind her. Had she had at least a little bit more willpower here, she would've resisted more and even fought back if she needed to, but Nico somehow fell under this woman's hypnotic power. As long as no one was close around to witness this, she let this temptress play around with her. She couldn't recall anyone ever making her feel just like this.
As their tongues danced as one with the woman's taking the lead, she gently ran her red-tipped fingernails all around and about the skins of Nico's face, neck, and chest. Such dark grace were only adding to the signals of arousal rushing along Nico's nerves. Nico herself didn't even know the true proper identity of this woman preying on her, but as long as she was feeling this, she wouldn't question it any further.
With slow ease and infinite patience, the woman pulled up Nico's dress and her right hand snaked right under, slipping by the panties and tights and dipping right into the core itself. Reacting to this slick penetration, Nico flinched up and buckled hard. She leant her head back and faced up to the sky as the woman ran her tongue along the arched neck. That ice-cold tongue against her skin made Nico all the more aroused ever further.
"You know you wanna come..." The woman grinned wickedly. "...and I'm gonna make you come". She promised. "And once you come..." She kept on going. "You'll be mine... ...forever".
Hearing all those words ring deep into her ears, Nico dared not to object here, for this pleasure was too much for her to pull away from. Her chest slowly rose up and arched almost as much, and her mind spun endlessly like a top. The rest of the world was nothing to her, less than nothing. Getting pleasured by a fellow gothic-looking girl like her was more than enough than she could even ask for.
"Ekam em emoc..." Nico whispered under her heavy breath.
"What was that?" The woman asked for clarity.
"Ekam em emoc, ekam em emoc", Nico repeated.
"Well then..." The woman figured out already. "...I shall".
The temptress hooked and fingered even deeper, and harder, and faster. In response, Nico buckled down her knees and thrusted her pelvis just as hard and fast. Her moans grew louder yet weaker and wheezier, her voice almost breaking. Her heart paced so fast that barely any air or blood was even left to pump.
Before she could make any further sound or noise, Nico eventually came over and let loose her sensual essences upon this dominating woman's hand. Once her hand had slowed to an eventual halt, the woman relieved it from Nico's core and licked up the liquid all clean off. Her tongue greeted by the taste of salty liquorice. With that done, her focus went back to the flustered Nico, still lying against the pillar.
"Now that our bodies are one", the woman spoke once more. "Our powers shall be one as well". Focusing her eyes on that warm neck, she sank her teeth, quite literally, into it. Nico could only let out a wheezing gasp as this vamp slurped up just enough of her blood until her limbs were getting weak from even moving. A dribble of dark-red liquid ran down her chest while the woman relieved her fangs once her quench was again satisfied.
With Nico just on the verge of dying, the woman bit into her own wrist and placed it right up to the girl's parted mouth. As the contaminated blood ran its way into her systems, Nico felt a sudden jolt deep within, a cold shock into life. Dark veins crawled up beneath her skin, and even a dark-red tear leaked from her squeezed shut eyes. This dark strange magic was taking her in and consuming her whole.
Before long, the turning had finally done. Nico opened up her eyes, once a sweet chocolate-brown, now a harsh sky-blue against black sclera. She felt her tongue along her teeth, noticing that her cuspids had sharpened immensely. She immediately knew what the woman actually was, and what she herself had become. And in some dark, edgy, twisted way, a significant part of her might've been actually enjoying this.
"Now you are truly free", the vampire woman proclaimed, her cold, pale, and smooth palms against Nico's equally cold, pale, and smooth cheeks. "Free to go and feed on your body's desires".
With that, the woman stepped back by a few steps and offered a hand to Nico, who took it without hesitation. The two went on their way, travelling in the very same direction that Nico was initially walking down to begin with. By then, the now-turned and corrupted Nico knew who to find and turn.
To be continued...