Drew

As soon as she twitched a muscle toward him, he was on her faster than a panther on a helpless little mouse. He backed her up against the tree again where they gave in to this calling, this seemingly divine destiny. It was more powerful than the two of them combined. He had wanted to fulfill her fantasy of being abducted in the woods like Little Red Riding Hood, and goddammit he was going to make it happen.

He hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around him. The sensation of their thighs pretzeled together was beyond gorgeous. He savored this as he planted the kisses between them that erased all the terrible words they’d spoken.

He whispered, “Should we go home and do this? The tree has to be killing your back.”

She smiled. “Trees don’t bother me. Quite the opposite. Same as home.”

Drew sighed and rested his forehead against hers for a moment and let her words wash over him.

The instant he was warmly sheathed inside her tight, welcoming sex, he began to feel the magic again. Darkness, hopelessness receded and light and mortality began to rise in their place. The need to be joined with her was now greater than his need to feast on her. But damn, he knew it would feel good to do both.

“Drew, bite me. Feed the beast. I don’t want you to die.”

He hesitated.

“Drew. You’re a vampire. You came all this way alone, in the dark, in the cold, you must want to feed in earnest. How long has it been?”

He thrust into her so hard she gasped. “It’s all right. I want you to bite me,” she urged.

“I don’t want to leave a visible mark on you, love.”

She breathed and teased his ear with her teeth. “I don't care what anybody thinks,” she said.

She ground against him and held his head toward her neck. But he had a better idea. He grazed his way down her neck, raking his fangs along her soft, supple skin, deciding on the best place to bite as she rode his cock. He gently scraped his sharpness down her breastbone, her soft breasts heaving on either side of his face. He could end it here, simply expire, happily, buried in her pussy, his face bathed in her breasts, his soul restored and at peace.

But she was right. He also wanted to feed. He flared his nostrils, found the vein that would suit him and be inconspicuous. His fangs gently scraped her breasts, raking over a nipple, and she gave a cry of pleasure. He took a moment to suck in her nipple and felt it grow even harder at the touch of his tongue. He teased her with his fangs, and she sounded like she may explode.

Finally, he lifted her breast and pierced her there as he gave one more push into her. She cried out in pain and pleasure, all at once, and slammed around him in a convulsing orgasm that drew out his climax and filled her with his cum just as her blood filled his veins.

When he closed his eyes and felt the heat of her sweet blood fill him, he saw the beast. It was as if he were looking into a mirror, but all he saw was a face transfigured into a shriveled, ancient bloodsucker, permanent fangs, living underground, murdering and feeding, living in secret. And at his feet, in his vision, lay a dead Alice.

It took every cell of humanity in him to pull back from the bite.

Alice

He pulled out of her and set her down.

Weak-kneed and cloudy from her orgasm, she asked, “Do you have to leave?”

“Yes,” he said. “You were right. This is wrong. I’m only going to end up hurting you.”

She cleared her head of the sex fog and demanded to know what was going on. “What did you see, Drew? You owe it to me to tell me the truth.”

“You died. From me feeding on you. You were dead and I was evolved—or maybe devolved, I don’t know—but you were right, and I was wrong. The two of us together makes no sense. I don’t want to hurt you.”

And then as quickly as he had appeared out of nowhere to abduct her, he was gone and she was alone again. Only this time, by some miracle, she was dressed and standing on her front porch. Alice reached down to her holster, where her wand had been restored to her.

Tears welled up. A knot formed in her throat. So that was that. So this was the pain of heartbreak.

Just then, Fern was passing by after a nightly walk in the woods. It did not appear that she had seen or overheard the rendezvous with the vampire. As her friend floated by, she called out to Alice, “Night-night, Sister! Tomorrow is Lupercalia Day! Time to purge the bad spirits and bad habits! Aren’t we excited?!”

“Sure am, Sister.”

Maybe she’d feel better about that idea tomorrow. Tonight it was her and a pint of Cherry Garcia.