Raja put the cigarette between her lips and inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs. The street was filled with groups of people, drunk and drugged up, leaning into each other as they stumbled to some unknown destination. The sounds of late night Los Angeles were all around her, blaring music, loud voices, louder laughter. The most fascinating sound to her, however, was their steadily beating hearts, it was music to her ears.
She walked slowly and confidently on the sidewalk, her presence exuding power and dominance as she searched for her prey. She loved watching their unsuspecting faces as they looked at her in awe. Only if they knew. They were here, alive and breathing, merely because she allowed them to, she could take their meaningless little life away in a second, and they were so oblivious to the danger standing so close to them.
A young boy stared at her with big, doe eyes, he couldnât have been older than sixteen. He looked so⌠tasty. Maybe if she didnât find anything better she could come back for him.
She was picky with her food, she liked to play with her dinner first, lure them into some dark, hidden spot with a promise of a good time, their trusting eyes filled with desire. She liked the young ones, so beautiful, so stupid, so warm.
She hated messy eaters, they were animals really, attacking the first hopeless, old lady they found in their way and ripping into her throat. Where was the fun in that?
She had been around for centuries, the sloppy kill had gotten old pretty fast. No, she liked the games, the artistry of the kill, the ritual. Sometimes it took days before she killed her prey, sometimes weeks, even months, and sometimes no longer than five minutes. It all depended on how hungry she was, she was pretty hungry tonight.
Rajaâs eyes looked over the buildings and came to rest on a neon sign.
âDarksideâ
The wall was covered with ripped posters of unknown bands and a staircase leading underground, boys and girls in fancy dark clothes and exaggerated makeup stood outside.
She loved places like this. Young, foolish kids trying to set apart from the crowd, to be different, to be special. They liked to pride themselves in the fact that they didnât follow the rules but they were just pretentious.
They worshiped her kind and all things supernatural, they romanticized their existence. Some of them even believed themselves to be part of her kind, powerful and mighty but she could see them, the real them, they were as weak as all humans, hiding behind a mask, trying to deny their vulnerability, their nature.
She carelessly flicked her cigarette and decided to go down the stairs, where the fun was. As soon as she entered the club she was engulfed in the heat, the scent, the sounds. The loud music faded into the background and all she could hear were the rapidly beating hearts, the loud gasps for air, it made her whole body vibrate. Sweat, sex, blood were all around the air and it aroused her, it tantalized her every sense. She buried herself in the dancing crowd, hot bodies were moving against her cold one, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, this was bliss. She ran her hands over the girl dancing in front of her, she leaned close to her neck, breathing in the enticing scent, almost touching her lips on the soft skin.
She laughed at the naivety of these people as she made her way through the crowd to the bar.
A man with a shaved head and piercings was behind the counter, confidently flirting with a teenage goth girl. She took some money out of her pocket and waved it at his directions to get his attention. His looked annoyed that he was interrupted but as he approached Raja his expression changed into an apprehensive one. He looked into her cold eyes and frowned. Raja smiled, a cold, perverse grin, as she handed him the money.
âBourbonâ she said, staring into his confused eyes.
This wasnât unusual, some people could sense the danger of her presence, they wouldnât know what it was or why they felt that way but all their instincts screamed at them to run.
The man filled a glass, pushed it in front of her and turned away to serve a red haired girl, his eyes glancing at Raja nervously every once in a while.
Raja ignored him, instead she scanned the crowd with her eyes, looking for tonightâs prey. Her attention was caught by a young girl sitting on one of the bar stools. The girl was several feet away from her but she could clearly see her face. Pale, cakey makeup, dark, smudged eyeliner around her eyes, red, overdrawn lips, white contacts. Her slim fingers were tangled in her white blonde hair as she played with her curls. Her eyes were unfocused and she was barely balancing herself on her seat. She was drunk.
The girl looked at Raja and then lowered her eyes. She glanced up at her again a few times as she tried to sit more delicately on the stool, almost falling in the process. She had a flirty smile on her face as she looked at Raja from under her eyelashes.
Raja licked her teeth at the thought of tasting the girl. She had found her victim. So beautiful, so young⌠so stupid. She decided to wait, let the girl come to her.
The girl took a sip from her drink and soon enough was approaching Raja, her long, scrawny legs wobbling due to alcohol and her inability to walk in her high heels. Her short, black dress was riding higher as she walked, it looked almost intentional. She stopped in front of Raja, looking up at her with heavy eyes.
âHiâ she greeted, her voice sweet and breathy. She smiled widely as she swayed side to side. She had a cute smile, almost childish and she had a gap in her teeth.
She looked delicious.
âHiâ Raja said casually, looking down at the girl. The girl pouted in what she probably thought was a seductive way. It worked.
âIâm Sharonâ she said, batting her eyelashes at Raja.
âIâm Rajaâ said Raja as she slicked her ponytail back with her hand.
Sharon moved closer to Raja, pressing their bodies together and she stretched her hand out, taking Rajaâs glass from the counter and taking a sip.
âSharon, didnât your parents teach you not to talk to strangers? It could be dangerousâ said Raja with a devilish grin.
âI like dangerâ Sharon said, raising her thin eyebrow and squinting her eyes playfully at Raja.
Raja leaned closer to Sharon, she could feel Sharonâs warm breath on her lips. âWhat if I wanted to hurt you?â she asked and she softly run a long fingernail down Sharonâs cheek.
âI like painâ Sharon said suggestively as she bit her lip.
âDoes that mean you would let me do anything I wanted to you?â Raja whispered to Sharonâs ear.
Sharon shuddered and a moan escaped her lips. âYeah⌠pleaseâ she said in a breathy voice.
Raja pressed her lips on Sharonâs neck, her skin was so soft, she could feel her quickened pulse, the vibrations from her moans, her scent was driving her crazy, she felt drunk and high. She raised her head and looked into Sharonâs lust filled eyes. A million thoughts ran through her head, she wanted to do so much to this one, she was such a willing, gullible little plaything. She tried to control her urge to bite into Sharonâs neck right then and there.
âCome with me!â she commanded and Sharon complied.
As soon as they were out of the dinky club Raja grabbed Sharonâs hand and pulled her impatiently to the first dark, deserted alley she found, Sharon gladly followed her.
She pushed Sharon against the damp, cold brick wall and kissed her forcefully, her hand came to rest around Sharonâs neck, slightly tightening. Sharon moaned into the kiss, her own hand came up to curl around Rajaâs, urging her squeeze harder. Raja broke the kiss and smirked at Sharon. Her hand left Sharonâs neck and moved lower, it cupped her breast and then continued down her body. Sharonâs eyes were half closed as she lustfully pushed her shaking body against Rajaâs hand. Raja grabbed the edge of Sharonâs dress and pulled it higher, exposing her wet thighs and black panties. She knelt down in front of Sharon and inhaled in the rich aroma of her arousal, she dragged her long fingernails down Sharonâs outer thigh, making her squirm and whine in pleasure. Raja pressed her other hand on Sharonâs aching pussy and buried her face in her inner thigh, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. She bit down, not hard enough to draw blood and looked up at Sharon, her chest was moving up and down from the loud, uneven breaths she was taking, she looked wanton with her dress bunched up around her hips and her legs spread. Raja continued to suck and lick on Sharonâs thigh, she could taste the copper flavor of blood from underneath her skin. She turned her head to the side and pressed her lips on Sharonâs wet, succulent pussy, making her involuntarily thrust her hips forward. Sharonâs underwear was now soaking wet, her whole body was shaking with need. Raja was lost in her taste, her scent, her moans. She got up and kissed Sharon again, her hands tangled in her hair, pulling hard.
Sharon whined and moaned into the kiss, thrusting her crotch against Rajaâs thigh.
âHurt me!â Sharon said between moans, looking pleadingly at Raja from under her eyelashes. Raja lost control, she felt her sharp fangs coming down and she violently bit into Sharonâs neck, the warm liquid hit her tongue and she was lost. Sharon screamed out in pain, her hands came up and unsuccessfully tried to push Raja away. Her loud shrieks echoed through the alley and Raja put her hand over her mouth to shut her up as she continued draining her of her blood.
When Raja was full she removed her fangs from Sharonâs neck and watched as she collapsed to the ground. Soft whimpers escaped Sharonâs lips as she brought her trembling hand to the wound on her neck. Raja couldnât take her eyes away from the sight before her.
âDid I hurt you, darling?â she asked sarcastically.
Sharonâs face was distorted in pain and fear. âPleaseâŚâ she begged with tears in her eyes. Her voice was barely audible. Raja extended her hand and pushed a strand of hair out of Sharonâs face, making the young girl flinch. âPoor thing, so foolishâ Raja said as she caressed Sharonâs face.
Sharon coughed out blood and fresh tears filled her eyes. She cried softly, she was dying, bleeding out on the cold pavement. âPlease!!!â she begged louder between sobs.
âTell me, Sharon, is anyone going to miss you when youâre gone?â Raja asked, her voice soothing and sweet in contrast to her words. Sharon didnât answer, her chin trembled and she turned her head the other way.
âHow sadâ commented Raja, her eyes traveled down the girlâs body. Her lanky legs were spread and there were marks on her inner thigh. She was so beautiful.
Sharonâs body had gone limp now, the only thing that could be heard were her soft, miserable whimpers.
Eventually she quieted, her lifeless eyes stared at Raja. She wasnât dead yet, she would be soon. Raja really wished she was more patient with this one, she should have waited a little. There were so many things she had imagined doing to the girl, so many ways she could hurt her, make her beg to be hurt even more. She would have Sharon eating out of her hand in no time. They could have had so much fun. Such a shame it had to end that way.
Raja took one last look at her victim, she bend down, kissing Sharon lightly on the lips, tasting blood and alcohol, and then walked away, leaving before the sun came up.
