Lisette wasn’t paying too much attention to the words that came out of Mila’s mouth while she egged her on. “I think I might just let you try it.” She found herself saying, almost lazily as she tilted her neck down towards Mila’s parted lips. If she had a heartbeat, it would most certainly be thudding noisily at this moment as she anticipated the bite. Her skin prickled with a mixture of excitement and a bit of fear, not that she would ever admit to the latter. She was far too proud to do that, even if she could recognize the unfamiliar emotion. She was usually the one inducing the heart pounding fear and excitement and it felt so wrong to be on the other side of the deal. So wrong, yet still [i]so[/i] thrilling. [i]“Oh really?”[/i] A smile grew across Lisette’s lips which were still gently pressed on her companions neck. Her teeth had grown sharp and they dug gently into the touch flesh of the other woman’s neck. [i]“Careful, you might just like it too much.”[/i] Chuckling softly, Lisette murmured against Mila’s skin; “I like everything too much, love, it’s part of my charm.” She was still sinisterly laughing as she righted her head and stared down into Mila’s darkened eyes. [i]“Let’s see what you’ve got.”[/i] Her purring, inviting voice was hushed in the darkened room with only a stream of morning light pooling in through a crack in the dusty, old curtains. She stayed uncharacteristically silent as Mila’s neck slowly craned upwards until her lips met Lisette’s throat. There was nothing gentle or soft about it as the older vampire delved into the act with dangerous accuracy. Her sharp canines pressing into Lisette, making her gasp aloud for just a second before sinking into the bite. It was exhilarating and Lisette leaned closer to the older woman as she anomalistically tore at her throat. Moments of sharp pain interrupted the pleasure, making her jerk slightly before moaning and falling back into the ecstasy of the bite. [i]No wonder they like this so much.[/i] She jerked and sighed, groaned and moaned all in unison of the vicious monster beneath her. But at that moment, Lisette realized that there was absolutely nothing monstrous about it. How could anything that felt so wonderful be so cruel? It was in truth almost as good as being on the other end. Lisette gasped aloud just a bit when she felt herself being flipped involuntarily onto her back. In any normal circumstance this would have ended with Mila on the other side of the room, perhaps pinned to a wall with Lisette’s hands wrapped tightly around her marble neck. However this time she stayed put and compliantly let Mila flip her over and continue suckling her neck. She hardly noticed the headboard hitting against the wall, probably leaving an indent in the plaster. There was no thoughts that maybe they had neighbours, ones who would complain to the downstairs office. She didn’t think of the chance that perhaps they could be caught in this act of intimacy. No, none of that crossed her mind at all when Mila’s guttural voice broke the heavy silence that covered the two like a blanket. [i]”I could tear your throat wide open.”[/i] Yes, yes she really could. And that thought was absolutely terrifying. Enough to make Lisette jerk away from yet another painstakingly wonderful bite from Mila. “That you could...” Her own voice was broken as she gently stiffened beneath Mila. She could feel the wounds healing quickly enough, soon there would hardly be a scratch to indicate any sort of injuries that she may have sustained. “But you wouldn’t want to kill me now would you?” She flashed a devilish smile. “I’m too cute.” She watched hunger flicker through her companions eyes as she teased her gently. [i]”This whet’s my appetite.”[/i] Mila’s voice sounded more and more animal as she leaned in for yet another bite, causing Lisette to stiffen yet pull closer at the same time. Maybe there was something in the danger of having her life in someones hands that made her so inclined to this newfound activity. Yet just as the sharp teeth were about to pierce her skin once again a sharp knock caused both women to jolt and immediately looked towards the wooden door. The housekeepers voice, sounding despondent, wafting towards their acute ears and Mila’s response sent the woman, heavy set by the sound of her footsteps, hobbling away. Lisette took this moment to pull away from Mila, despite the pleasure that came with the bite, she too was starting to feel a bit peckish. [i]“I’ve got to eat again soon.”[/i] Nodding Lisette rolled off the bed and hopped agilely onto her feet, catlike in her ease. “Was I not enough darling? I’m offended!” Her hands immediately went to her bosom and she pressed against where her un-beating heart. “Well if you must then I suppose we can get a bite to eat. Maybe our next door neighbour will be able to help us find a nice place to dine.” Her childish giggle rang through the air. “Get dressed now and we can go see.” --- She wanted to fall asleep, to sleep and sleep and sleep for days upon days and forget about all the problems that had so casually stepped into her mundane, boring life. She wanted to go home, although home brought back many unhappy memories that just reinforced the fact that she was no longer the gloomy, aspiring musician with a boring day job and a crumbling social life. Maybe home to her parents was a good idea after all. But how would they take it, their long lost gay daughter coming back into their home begging and pleading with them to forgive her. Charlie shuddered at the thought. No, she would have to ride this out on her own. Perhaps it would just go away, if she stayed in the shadows for a while, didn’t do anything to draw attention to herself. Booker and Lisette would get bored with her and move onto better things, and Mila... Charlie flopped down onto the old, dusty mattress and sighed. Mila. Why was it that she was so infatuated with this [i]thing[/i]. She wasn’t even human, she was a monster. Yet the thought of never seeing those beguiling eyes ever again made Char more sad then anything ever had. She had never been the one to believe in the whole “love at first sight” bullshit. However, this wasn’t normal. With her hands buried in her face, Charlie groaned loudly. She didn’t want any of this. A thud against the wall made her startle from her pity party. Her head whipped up and she glanced around, butterflies in her stomach. This was how it would be for the rest of her life, she realized. Flinching at every noise, always with the fear that something, or someone, was out to get her. Her hands fisted as stray tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Hot, angry tears because that couldn’t be fair. She was a good person, she deserved to have good things. Didn’t she? Another thud followed by muffled voices and some moans made Char realize that whatever was happening in the other room had nothing to do with her. Her face heated and she considered banging against the wall and telling her noisy neighbours to quiet down. However instead she decided to lay quietly and pull a pillow over her head. She was tired and a good nap would have been nice at that point. Her body still ached from the beating and the aftermath of Booker’s bite. He would realize she was gone soon enough, and what would happen then? She would be easy enough to find. This was the closet motel to wherever he had taken her, and he was a skilled tracker. She figured she had at most until nightfall until he found her, if not before. And maybe that was the case, maybe he would bang down that door and take her by the arm. Drain her right on the spot and she wouldn’t resist, because by that point she would be too tired, too despondent to care about whether she lived or died. But maybe it wouldn’t be so cruel. Perhaps Booker would knock casually on the door. Three sharp raps, just like the ones against her door right then. It took her a moment to realize that those three knocks weren’t from her mind and there was someone actually knocking on the door. She stayed quiet for a moment, her heart beating in her chest. “Could you come back later?” Finally she willed herself to speak, hoping that it was just the maids hoping to clean her room. After a moment she heard some muffled voices and another sharp rap against the door. Not the maids. Slowly, fearfully, she made her way towards the heavy door and peered out the eyehole. Her heart stopped in her chest, her eyes watered immediately. She recognized that dark skinned woman who leered gleefully up at the peek hole. She knew that Charlie was there, and her teeth sharpened just a tad. “Oh no...” She murmured out of instinct. “Oh god no...” --- They knew that sweet, sugary voice. And as soon as the words “Could you come back later” wafted towards the two women’s ears Lisette grinned. “You have got to be kidding me...” Lisette laughed gleefully looking back at Mila and then towards again. “You have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me.” She knocked again, sharper this time and with more enjoyment. She could hear the girls catlike footsteps and her heavy breaths as she leaned to look into the peek hole. “Seems to me that we have found our little friend.” She didn’t look back at Mila when she addressed her, and instead grasped the handle in her hand and turned the knob quickly. It broke beneath her force and the door swung open, causing the human girl to scuttle back. “Hello Charlotte.”