My Blood on Your Lips, Your Money in My Bra

I woke with a start the next morning, sitting straight up on my king-sized bed. The blankets slid away from my body to reveal that I was wearing no more than a black cami and a pair of black panties.

I glanced around my large bedroom, quickly calming as I found nothing wrong with the dark space. It was always dark in here, the floor-to-ceiling windows and sliding glass doors that led out to the terrace hidden by thick, black velvet curtains. No light filtered through them. It was the same way in the rest of the apartment.

A glimpse of the clock's bright red numbers told me that it was only five in the morning. I didn't need to get up for another hour.

I shuddered suddenly, feeling eyes on me once more. But, this time, the eyes didn't belong to Eli.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice me," a smooth, velvety voice remarked, all cool and composed.

I tensed, knowing that voice far too well.

I turned to the door and found myself staring into the dark brown eyes of Terrence, the vampire who thought he owned me. I hated him for how he was to me, but he had money, so I dealt with it. It wasn't like he beat on me or anything, anyway. He just...killed everyone who got too close to my blood. No big deal.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as I swung my long, pale legs over the side of the bed. I kept my eyes on his, not wanting to look away and let him establish even more dominance over me.

"Well, I arrived roughly half a minute before you woke up, so...not long." He took a few steps closer to me, smirking now. "Our bond has gotten stronger."

"Of course it has," I said, watching him coolly. "You've consumed a lot of my blood. Your vampiric toxins are in my veins. I'll be able to feel you for quite some time whenever you're nearby."

I was being pinned to my bed in a heartbeat, the male's long, muscled body over mine. His hands were gently holding my wrists down to either side of my head, but we were touching nowhere else.

"Let's make our bond stronger," he murmured in my ear. "I want you to feel me all the time." I closed my eyes, my breath catching as his lips ghosted down my neck. So soft...So gentle... "Change for me," he whispered against my throat. I did as he commanded in an instant, my hair becoming blood-red and my skin taking on a silver tint. Beneath my eyelids were irises of glowing amethyst.

I hated him. He had so much power over me...so much control...

"Good girl," he said softly. Then, he placed a gentle kiss on my neck before biting me a moment later.

My breath left me in a light sigh. The feeling of his elongated fangs sliding into my throat was pleasing enough, but the gentle pulls from my vein that followed were simply amazing. I kept my breathing even and quiet, though he knew I was enjoying this when my fingers moved through his neat, short brown hair. I left them on the back of his neck as his hands slid off of my wrists. I hadn't even realized they were still there, for he had stopped restraining me and begun to keep his touch very light.

So gentle...So sweet...But I hated him, hated how he controlled me, hated how he wouldn't let me be free.

"You're delicious," he told me once his teeth were out of my neck. He gave the puncture wounds a light lick and kiss, then his hands were on my hips. His thumbs slipped into my panties, and soon, he was sliding them down.

My eyes opened slowly. He looked into them, a devilish glint in his own eyes, as he followed my underwear down. He forced my legs apart suddenly, his eyes still on mine, but they soon disappeared from view, closing as his face went between my legs.

A short gasp escaped me as his tongue slid slong me, then delved deep into me.

I hated him. Hated him. Hate. Hate. Hate.

He licked upward smoothly, soon taking my clit into his mouth. He sucked gently for a moment, nearly bring me to an orgasm just through that, but then, he stopped.

He leaned back, smirking, watching me glare as I panted lightly. "Sorry, love. I have to go." With that, he got to his feet, straightened his black suit jacket, then left the room.

I sat up when I heard the front door close, now glaring at the dark blue wall beside the doorway.

Now, I knew why I really hated him. And it had nothing to do with the power he had over me.

-

I showered, dressed, and eventually walked to school. Luckily, I'd remembered to revert to my human form just before I'd left my apartment.

The day was nothing special. Just some math, some English, a bit of German, and, of course, some music. I wasn't the best singer in the world, but I was decent, and I enjoyed my choir class. Today, this class was also the only one in which anything even remotely eventful happened.

A new girl was introduced to us. She'd just moved here from Florida, apparently. I expected someone from Florida to at least have a tan, but this girl was a bit on the pale side. Nothing like me, but still lighter than someone from such a sunny state should be. She became an alto.

When my physics class, the last class I had, ended, the bell ringing loudly and obnoxiously, as usual, I took my time gathering up my things. I knew I should've been moving faster, but I just didn't feel like it. It's not like I had anywhere to go or anything to do.

I finally left the school at about 3:10, ten minutes after our dismissal. I sighed as I walked out a rarely-used side door, beginning my lonely walk home.

I really need to get some human friends, I thought, shifting the black leather collar I had covering my bite marks. Humans are active during the day.

Soon, I was in my apartment building, taking the stairs all the way up to my apartment, located on the top floor, several stories up. The place was expensive, but well worth the money. It was a clean, pleasant place in a calm, quiet neighborhood, and the apartments were huge and filled with all the necessities.

I entered my home after unlocking the door, stepping into a wood-floored space by the kitchen, to the right, and the living room, straight ahead. I put my backpack on the table near the door, then slid my boots off and made my way down the stairs that led to my sunken living room. The couch and couple of chairs here were black, all situated around a glass-topped table. On this table was only a remote, which went with the big screen television a few feet away from it, near a blue wall. The room was trapped in the perpetual darkness that clung tightly to my apartment, which wasn't helped by the black carpet covering the floor.

Calmly, I sat down on the comfortable couch, grabbing the remote and crossing my legs. I turned the TV on with a sigh.

Such an exciting life I led...during the daytime, anyway.

-

At about ten o'clock, I woke to the sound of a high-pitched shriek. I opened my gray eyes and looked up from where my head rested on a denim-clad lap. It was just Eli, his wide green eyes fixed on some gory horror movie.

I rolled onto my side and buried my face in the black cloth covering his stomach, causing him to jump. I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at that.

"Hi, Eli," I said into his shirt.

"H-hello, Elyria," he stammered, still seeming a bit startled. The awkward boy was easily shaken. He always had been. Scary movies didn't exactly help...

"Did I leave the door unlocked again?" I asked, turning my face away from his stomach and looking up at him again.

"You did," he confirmed, calmer now.

I sighed. "That's going to get me killed someday, isn't it?"

"It is."

"I should get up now."

"You should."

I sat up and stretched, smiling at Eli as I did so. His eyes were already back on the television, as if he was transfixed by the blood spatter and half-naked women there.

I just shook my head and stood, sliding my cell phone out of my pocket. I set the small black object on the table, and Eli glanced up at me questioningly. "I need to go change and shower."

"You still shower three times a day?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Of course. Once in the morning, once before I start letting myself be fed from, and again when I'm finally left alone." He rolled his eyes, and I just laughed. "Sorry, Eli. That's just how I am."

"I know, I know. Do whatever makes you happy."

"Thanks." I patted his head once, then went to the bathroom. It, like the rest of the house, was kept rather dark. Everything in here was black marble, black tile, or black porcelain. Even the walls were black. There were candles everywhere, though, so it was possible to light the room slightly while still keeping it dark and eerie enough for me.

After taking a quick shower in the dark, I went to my room and carefully chose an outfit for tonight's feedings. When I walked back into the living room, I was wearing a form-fitting black mini-dress that showed just enough cleavage to be appropriate while still being able to catch a male's attention. I was also wearing the same boots I'd worn the night before, the knee-highs with stiletto heels.

"Derrick called," Eli told me absentmindedly as I walked to the couch, his eyes stuck on the television. "He didn't leave a message." He held the phone out to me without looking away from his movie, and I took it, cocking my head.

"He just fed from me last night...Why would he want me again already?" I asked, acting like Eli would actually know.

He shrugged. "Don't a lot of them want you frequently at first?"

"Mm...Good point." I slid the cellular device down my shirt, fitting it nicely between my breasts and out of sight. "I'll go to him, then." I ran a hand through my silky brown hair, then gave my head a quick shake. "Are you going to be here when I get back?"

"Probably not."

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Maybe."

I sighed at the distracted vampire, but left the apartment without another word.

-

I entered Derrick's apartment without knocking once I reached it, shifting to my necromancer form as I walked through the door. I closed it behind me and glanced around the dimly-lit living room.

"Derrick?" I called, taking a few steps further into the place.

"I didn't think you'd come," the male's voice said from my left. He strode calmly out of his bedroom a few seconds later, his head tilting curiously. "I figured you'd just call me back."

I shrugged. "You wanted me to come here, right? No one who feeds from me ever calls me for anything else."

He laughed nervously, stopping by the couch, a few feet away from me. "Ah...Yeah..."

"Are you just going to drink, or would you like more tonight?"

"I...don't know..." The question seemed to make him uncomfortable. "Probably just drink...I've been craving your blood all day."

I nodded. "That's normal. For a few days, you'll think about it a lot, but after that, you'll only think about it occasionally."

He nodded as well. "All right. Where would you like to do it this time?"

"Wherever you want. I'm the whore here, not you. My pleasure is not what matters."

"My bedroom, then," he told me after a moment of thought. "We'll both be more comfortable there."

"All right."

He led me into the room, and I found that it was more brightly lit than the living room. The desk shoved against the wall to my right was covered in books and various papers, but the rest of the room seemed neat. The queen-sized bed was even made.

I flipped the lights off without asking permission, and he hesitated only a moment before taking my hips and moving me to the bed. I laid down as he got on top of me, kissing my lips gently. I returned the kiss with just as much sweetness, though he soon moved to my neck. Here, he didn't hesitate, almost immediately sinking his long fangs into my throat. I let my eyes close.

This was nothing like what Terrence had done to me earlier, yet, somehow, it was also exactly the same. Gentle bite, followed by gentle pulls...but it felt so different from Terrence. Where it was obvious that he was in control, this freshly-turned vampire was too unsure to have me feeling dominated and helpless. I had yet to decide whether this was a good thing or not.

My hands made their way to his back, lightly resting there as I tried to find some pleasure in this. There was some, just a bit, but after having Terrence drink from me so recently in the way he so often did, I couldn't fully enjoy being completely clothed and treated like a fragile little girl. I said nothing of this, though, merely letting Derrick do as he pleased. After all, I was still just a whore.

"That's enough, Derrick," I said softly after enduring his slow feeding for nearly ten minutes. That was a long time to continuously feed and a long time to continuously be fed from. When he didn't stop, I repeated, louder now, "That's enough, Derrick." Again, he wouldn't stop.

With a growl, I rolled over, forcing him under me and allowing me to straddle him. I roughly yanked my neck away from him, the puncture wounds he had made tearing and widening into cuts that quickly dripped more blood onto his already reddened lips. He licked his lips, but as more blood fell, it began to stream down his cheeks. He merely blinked at me when I leaned back and put a hand over my throat, keeping him from getting more blood.

"Don't you know how to listen?" I asked, sighing.

His blue eyes widened slightly when he finally returned from his blood-induced trance. "I do, actually...just not when it comes to you, it seems. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. But, try to keep it from happening again. I don't want to have to use my powers on you at some point."

His head tilted slightly to the right. "Powers?"

I arched an eyebrow down at him. "You didn't know I was a necromancer?"

"I did. Just...what are your powers, exactly?"

"You're dead," I said flatly. "I control dead things. Therefore, I can control you. There's more, but that's all that applies to you."

"Is that why you're so comfortable with being fed from?"

"Partially."

"Why else are you okay with it?"

"I've been doing this for a long time. I'm used to it." Before he could ask anymore questions, I asked one of my own. "Now, do you need anything else, or should I take my payment and leave?" My eyes moved to the blood on his cheeks suddenly. "Hold on."

I began doing what I had the previous night, gently licking the blood away from his lips and skin. His hands came up to rest innocently on my hips, his eyes soon closing.

"Do you do this for everyone?" he asked as I finished up, his voice a drowsy murmur. My blood was beginning to effect him. Sleep would take him soon.

"No," I answered quietly, giving his lips another light lick even though the blood was gone. "Only the ones I don't think are brutal morons."

He laughed. "Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm a brutal moron."

"Me, too." I slid off of him as well as the bed, standing silently. His hands slid away from me and fell to rest on the blue sheets covering his bed. "Call me when you need me again."

"Thank you," he sighed, falling asleep a moment later.

I gazed at him for a moment, then found his bathroom and cleaned myself up as well as I could. There was no way to hide my injured neck, though, so I'd just have to deal with the odd looks people gave me for it. It was almost 11:30, so at least there wouldn't be too many people out.

Once I was as presentable as I was going to get, I made my way back to Derrick's bedroom, looking at him again with my glowing purple eyes. Soon, they became the simple gray that came with my human form, but I could still see him perfectly in the darkness.

A minute passed before I turned and left the apartment, deciding that I didn't need any money tonight. Not from him.