don't believe the hype [open]

Slowly but surely, the urge to feed faded in her though she knew it was still there, just waiting to be triggered. Merrick breathes through her lips as she dragged a cold hand across her face, thinking that she almost lost herself that time. This was the consequence of not feeding enough; the vampire had been too busy with work and her college studies that her normal blood consumption will not suffice when it comes to her activities. A lot of things were going through her mind right now: that she should probably take it easy the next few days, where she should feed, how she can leave later… It made her head throb and she could say it was probably a worse headache compared to the possible headache she can get from bearing with the flood of scents outside.

Inside this private booth, the smells were dulled and she can only pick up the faint traces of alcohol, cleaning detergent, sweat and not surprisingly, sex. Her eyes of molten gold scanned the room, seeing that not only was it a good place to hide, but people will take advantage of its interior. The lights were dimmed low, the walls were soundproof and the glass that showed the bar outside was a one-way mirror, you can see from the inside but not from the outside. The vampire almost let out a chuckle, thinking that intoxication can indeed make people do the craziest of things when it was convenient.

Eventually, the stillness inside the room had her realizing that this was meant to be shared with other people. But given that the architect did not have a companion in the first place, it acted more of a cage from the outside world, keeping her in and the others out. Again, that feeling of loneliness set back in, though Merrick tried to push it away. No, she was not going to mope around here like this. But what was she going to do? Go out there and flirt with the ladies? Bring them here and socialize? The woman was not that desperate to go that far, so she shook her head as she mumbled to herself.

“This is nothing. I’m used to this.”

Her body relaxed as it seemed to succumb to the softness of the sofa and her eyes gradually began to close. Her ears cancelled out the other noise, save for the music. Her head was leaning back against the soft cushion, her entire frame just surrendering to the calmness that the vampire tried to put herself into, which was working. She breathes evenly, her breath escaping from between her dark blue painted lips and her bosom heaving up and down slowly from beneath her black sleeveless top.

She was relaxed to the point that she was too unperturbed and calm that she did not pick up the sound of the booth door opening and closing. Merrick failed to pick up the sound of footsteps on the carpeted floor, the subtle noise of the sofa being pressed on as another person sat down and boldly approached her side. It was not until she heard the voice of a female purr in her ear did her bright golden oculars begun to open to look at the source of the voice.

It would have been a cause for alarm to have someone boldly sneak up on her like this, but somehow, she found herself suspended in her earlier state of calm, which was odd. Merrick tried to focus but found herself unable to once her eyes met with bright blue ones. The touch of this unknown woman sent shivers up and down her spine and the stranger would probably notice the cool temperature of her bare arm. With her eyes still half-lidded, the vampire looked at the unnamed female and tried to take in her appearance; one thing’s for sure, she was a real looker, beautiful even.

“I just wanted to get away from that ruckus outside.” She half-told the truth, her tone having a faint accent due to her own familial roots. Merrick cannot say that she ran away from the scent of blood; people have freaked out before when it comes to revealing herself as a vampire. The calmness was still clouding her mind but she tried her best to ride out this strange feeling.

“A free dance, you say? Nothing’s free in this world, honey. You and I know that.”

There was something wrong with her; she knew it but her mind was clouded with this woman’s presence, numbing her thoughts to this strange calm state. Merrick will admit that the other female was unnaturally beautiful that it rivals a lot of the young looking vampires she knew before. Her kind was good in keeping themselves deceivingly youthful, but this one was no bloodsucker like her. She tried to take in this person’s scent and got the mixture of expensive perfume and her own natural scent, but it only sent her sinking deeper into her haze. There was only one creature she knew that was capable of doing this to others, though she has her doubts until she has proven it to herself.

A soft sigh escaped between her lips as she felt softness and warmth at the same time upon her throat. It almost caused Merrick to close her eyes from the sensation but she managed to steel herself a little, keeping her gaze focused on the dim lights above them. As much as the woman tried to deny it, she could feel a certain uncomfortable hotness down there but she hid it quite well with her stoic demeanor… for now. She may be in a haze, but it was not very likely that she would act on carnal instinct then just jump someone’s bones like that.

Unlike most people who might already have their hearts racing and their breaths heavy with anticipation by now with this woman, Merrick seemed to play it cool and took it slow. She knows that things can go one step at a time so she can relish every moment that passes. If this woman was more than willing to ‘offer her services’ then she would be more than willing to accept it and pay, even if this female said it was for free. This was just a way to ‘ease the tension’, nothing more. Her back lifted from the sofa when she heard her speak once more as she placed her chin on the vampire’s shoulder. This time though, she knew that her cover was blown.

She knows…

What was the use of denying the truth when it was already out in the open? The bloodlust, the body, the unnatural yet alluring appearance and charm that she possessed: everything about Merrick just screams out that she is a vampire. She looked at the other female who now positioned herself on her lap and with no hesitation placed her hands on the woman’s sides. Her hands explored the body in front of her, touching the soft curves and whatever warm skin she passed by, while her eyes remained focused on those blue eyes. She soon leans up, almost face to face with the unknown girl as she softly touches the other’s cheeks with soothing caresses, her eyes now a blazing gold as she looked into the stranger’s own orbs.

“How can I say no?”

Mirroring what was done to her earlier, Merrick brushed her lips along the corner of the woman’s mouth then moved to her cheek before tracing her jawline with soft, fleeting kisses. Her hands were roaming once more, touching the warm body in front of her like how she would to a lover. They were like fire and ice; heat cancelling out the cold and vice versa. Her lips went lower until they came to the woman’s neck; by now, Merrick was kissing along the area where the carotid artery was. She can hear this stranger’s heartbeat and smell the intoxicating scent of blood.

This won’t hurt after a while.

Merrick’s eyes turned from bright gold to a darkened crimson as her fangs slid out from her mouth. She was still gently kissing along the vein when she gradually sank her sharp fangs into the woman’s neck, drawing out that red blood. She then began to drink in, the effect of being bitten most likely setting in by now. This female would feel like she was on the heights of pleasure as the vampire feeds on her, the woman’s body heating up as ecstasy washed over her. However, there was something off about the blood that the vampire was swallowing down her throat right now… for it felt like she was being drugged.

Succubus…

At the very back of her mind where reason merely whispered to her now, Merrick knew that she had fallen deep in trouble. She remembered when she was just a young fledgling, back when she was still being taught the ways of being a vampire, that she should always be careful when she chose to feed. The woman recalled about what her mother and father said about how much she should take if she wished for the victim to live or not, what to keep tabs on when drinking and which ones to avoid. She could very much point out which creatures' blood are a no-no when it comes to a vampire, for they were poisonous and terrible once it flow down their throats. But for this particular case, the vampire was warned of a particular supernatural that she should avoid feeding from if she does not wish to regret her actions the next day.

Never feed from an incubus or a succubus...

She wondered what their blood tastes like, for her parents were vague when it comes to details; they just said that it was dangerous to drink from these seducers of men and women. Merrick assumed that supernaturals can hold their own when it comes to these beings, but she was about to find out. Her mind was telling her to stop, but she found herself wanting more and more of the succubus's blood. It was like an addicting drug, a wine of the finest quality to vampires, that she cannot help but take more. She lets out a soft moan as one of her hands went behind the female's neck while the other gripped her waist. Each swallow sent her deeper and deeper into a strange high, numbing out her thoughts. She was almost to the point that she was drinking in too much that she would be endangering the life of the succubus if she took more. If this goes on, this strange female might not be able to see the light of day tomorrow. Despite how strong her blood called to her, Merrick hastily pulled back from the unknown girl, her hands shakily gripping the other's shoulders as she breathes heavily.

Merrick's lips barely had any blood stains on them; she feeds quite cleanly, for one thing, though it could be seen from the way the gold in her eyes were getting clouded, she knew that she was technically 'drugged' by the creature's blood. She even felt weak, as if her strength was sapped from her body, which was weird. The vampire never felt this weakened before, was it because of her feeding on succubus blood? Was this the after effects? She does not even know that the blue-eyed female was doing to her, that her life force was slowly being sucked by this individual.

While she was clueless to what was happening to her, having fed off from the succubus had managed to give Merrick's skin a slight glow and a small ounce of warmth. She softly growls while weakly grasping the woman's shoulders, her eyesight getting clouded with a mixture of lust and desire in them as she looked at those blue oculars, only her gaze was slowly going south to the woman's lips and her body. Her own system was starting to feel hot and bothered, something she was not used to feeling. She then hissed under her breath, "What have you done to me...?"