jinx stepped into the light. no warning—just a quiet, fluid motion as she crossed the boundary between shadow and glow, letting the lamplight spill over her like a spotlight crafted just for her.

she was... unreal.

blue hair fell over her sharp, pale features. her skin was too smooth, porcelain, eyes shining unnaturally bright as if they burned from within. and her lips—blood red, parted just enough to reveal fangs that caught the light like glass. she didn’t speak, didn’t smile. she just stood there, watching.

you swallowed hard, barely finding your voice. "what... are you?" that made jinx laugh, quiet, but far from warm. “mm. you don’t know?” she took a single step forward, the light shifting over her face again before she vanished, swallowed back into the darkness. the alley felt empty as fast as you could blink, skin prickling like the air had turned colder. “i’ve heard stories. about something… someone that lives in the dark. people don’t say the name out loud.”

“smart of them.” jinx's voice purred near your ear, sudden, impossibly close. you spun again, but to no surprise you were met with nothing. “you’ve definitely heard of me... the one they whisper about before sundown. the one they say isn't real.” the pause was uncomfortable, time seeming to stretch out for what felt like an eternity.

"do i look real to you?"

you hesitated for several moments before nodding, lips parted though no words managed to spill from them. her hunger was evident in the way her pupils thinned and her head tilted like she was imagining what you might taste like. but then she sighed. the sharp glint in her eye softened—not kindness, but restraint. disinterest, even. “another night.” she murmured. then nothing.

for days she was all you could think about, consuming you entirely. you hadn’t said a word to anyone. at first, you told yourself it was fear that kept you quiet. but that wasn’t quite true. some small part of you didn’t want to share it—didn't want people to laugh, to call you delusional. you know what you saw.

you’ve definitely heard of me… the words haunted you, so by the fourth night, you gave in.

you slipped out of the house after sundown, steps unsteady as you made your way to the same alley. the town was quiet this late—cobblestones slick with rain, windows shuttered, lamps burning low. you paused beneath the same rusted streetlamp where the vampire—if that’s what she was—had made herself known.

nothing.

no sound. no shimmer of blue. no sudden breath against your neck. it was disappointing, really. but still, you waited, craving another glimpse.

then the wind shifted, subtle at first, just enough to lift your hair from your shoulders.

"you came back." the voice was unmistakable. your breath hitched, heart starting that same desperate rhythm in your chest. “couldn’t stop thinking about me, huh?” it came from the other side now. closer. teasing. “that’s cute.” jinx's hair finally caught the light as her figure peeled itself from the shadows behind a crooked tree. she stepped forward just enough for the lamplight to kiss the edge of her smirk, tension visible in your frame. her eyes gleamed with amusement, and something undoubtably darker. her lips parted slightly, fangs out for your viewing, and her gaze dropped to your throat.

"i'm usually the one doing the chasing." her tone was low and unwavering. you couldn't help but look away, as if ashamed of how much you wanted this, how much you had thought of her since your first meeting.

it was clear jinx was tempted, considering just a little taste. "why don’t you just do it?” you asked, voice shaking. jinx’s head tilted slowly, then a pause, silence filled by dead leaves scraping against the concrete.

"you want me to?" her fingers trailed down to your wrist, light as a whisper, lingering over your pulse. then, without warning, she stepped in closer. one hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up—not rough, but firm, steady. you didn’t move. couldn’t. then your mouths met. it wasn’t soft, it was claiming. jinx kissed you like she was feeding anyway, like this was something just as vital. her lips were cold, but the blood still lingering on them burned. the taste of her last meal clung to her tongue, and you shuddered as it passed between you both, copper-sweet and wrong. but you didn’t pull away. instead you leaned into it, stunned by the way your body responded, matching jinx’s hunger with a different kind of craving.

jinx made a low sound in the back of her throat and pulled you closer by the waist. “so easy.” she breathed against your lips. you opened your mouth to speak, but jinx just kissed you again, harder this time. her hand slid down your neck, fingertips pressing just enough to remind you how close you were to something dangerous. this kiss was starving, urgent, lips sliding, breath shared in the space between sharp gasps. the blood soaked into your mouth now, blurring your sense of where you ended and jinx began. your noses bumped, and her grip tightened on your hips, pulling you forward, crushing your bodies together.

then, the sting. a sudden, deliberate bite to your bottom lip. not deep, but enough for you to gasp against her, to taste your own blood. the sharp pinch was quick, aching, and unbelievably intimate. jinx pulled back just slightly, lips swollen. a smear of red ran down her chin—hers or yours, it didn’t matter anymore. she dragged her tongue across her own bottom lip, slow and unashamed.

she pressed your back against the cold brick of the alley wall, rough but not enough to seriously hurt you. “look at you.” jinx whispered, brushing her nose against your cheek. her lips found your jaw with ease, then your throat—each kiss slower than the last, a trail of heat down to the place where your pulse throbbed beneath fragile skin. you exhaled something between a sigh and a whimper, head tilted to give the vampire more room.

your dress was long, an inconvenience that caused jinx to hiss against you. if she had it her way she would have ripped it off you already. with one swift motion, her hand reached under, the material gathering at her forearm like it knew better than to get in the way. slender fingers brushed against your plush thighs, nails dragging up before coming to a stop at your aching core. her fangs sank into your neck—again, not deep, not violent—just enough for skin to break and blood to rise. jinx groaned softly, lips sealing around the wound, drinking in a slow, desperate pull while her hand effortlessly slid into your underwear. she barely gave you time to process any of it, knees buckling the moment the pads of her fingers caught your clit.

she began rubbing light circles, strings of soft moans dripping from your lips like honey. your hands held tight at jinx's clothing like you needed to ground yourself, to keep from falling. she hesitantly pulled her head back, pupils blown wide, blood tracing a path down your neck. and then, the soft press of her tongue. she licked it up like nothing had ever tasted sweeter, your mind blurring, thoughts smudging at the edges like paint left out in the rain. the mix of pain and pleasure curled through your spine. it was dizzying.

she licked up every drop, savoring the taste, feeling your pulse stutter beneath her mouth. her hand moved down, a quiet whine escaping your lips as jinx inserted the first finger past your entrance. you immediately clenched around her, and she let out a satisfied hum, wasting no time pumping into you. she wanted to ruin you—wanted to feel you surrender, to watch your eyes roll back into your skull. soon it was two fingers, and jinx was insanely drunk off the way you sounded. your sweet whimpers, the moans you repeatedly choked out whenever she hit justtt the right spot. it was all for her, and she was obsessed. her pace was unforgiving, splitting you open and forcing you to take the whole length without fail. it's a good thing you suck her in perfectly.

"give it to me, don't fight it." she murmured, less cocky now but more focused, determined to bring you to ecstasy. "sweet girl, come on. i got you." your hole squelched obscenely, juices running down your thighs with nowhere else to go. she could tell you were already getting close to your limit—pussy throbbing and spasming around her slender digits, eyes half-lidded. jinx's lips took to your neck once more, except this time it was to press several kisses to your warm skin, leading them to your collarbone she immediately had the idea of marking. but not now. she already knew it would be a pain for you to hide the bite mark on its own.

your moans were guttural, your grip on jinx's clothes loosening so you could take ahold of her arm instead. you were right on the edge, just moments from tipping over. she didn’t give you room to think—just kept going, faster, harder, like something inside her had snapped loose. "it's too much, please-" you're practically crying, intense pleasure washing over you in waves.

“that’s it,” she breathed, lips curving upwards, “let it happen. let me have it. that's it.” your gazes locked and your whole body tightened, spine drawn like a bowstring—then released, trembling, undone. jinx watched every second of it, drank it in like it was blood. you were still gasping when it was over, shallow breaths dragged from trembling lips as if your lungs had forgotten how to work.

jinx slipped her hand away, and the fabric of your dress fluttered back down into place like the moment had never happened. she held you steady, one hand splayed at the small of your back, the other gripping your hip. you pressed your forehead against her collarbone, dizzy. and you tried to speak, but the words just dissolved in your throat.

jinx brushed her fingers up and down your spine, slow and deliberate, allowing you to lean on her as much as you physically needed. "still with me?" it wasn’t mocking. not fully. just checking in her own way. you blinked, slow and heavy, like waking from a dream. you didn’t even answer. you looked wrecked—ruined and marked, but your eyes still found hers like you needed her to say something more, anything about the situation. and for a moment, jinx almost did. but instead, she leaned in and pressed one last kiss to your throat, right beside the bite. “go home, now,” she murmured, surprisingly soft, "before i change my mind.”