Now that I had clothes, there was one more thing my body was desperately craving. Not food. Not drink. Blood. I wanted blood. I wanted it so badly it hurt. All I had to do was find a victim. Seduce the victim, and then my new lover would turn into a nice meal. My mouth was watering just thinking about fresh human blood.

I ran and found the nearest night-club as soon as darkness fell. I took a deep breath, inhaling all the scents around me. I easily picked out the scent of a guy's deodorant. I followed it, moving slowly with my eyes half shut. Then I saw him. He had been two years above me in school, and I had always thought he was fit, but now he looked almost ready-to-eat... Now he would think I was fit too. 

He was standing by the bar, with a few of his guy friends. I sauntered up in the incredibly short, sparkly, cleavage showing party dress I'd stolen earlier that evening. 

"Hey. Wanna dance?" I asked casually.

"Sure beautiful," He smiled, taking my hand and leading me onto the dance floor, glancing back at his friends, who were looking on jealously. He slid his arms around my waist as a slow song came on. I put my own arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, the seductive sound of his beating heart almost lulling me to sleep. As the song ended, I drew away reluctantly, lifting my head. Then, without thinking, I did what I would never have done as a human. I leaned forward an kissed him, full on the lips. He kissed back, obviously extraordinarily pleased with himself. He moved his hands from my waist to my butt, and I mirrored him, wrapping my fingers around his thigh. Eventually, he broke off, breathing hard. I made my breathing hard too, but really, I could have continued for hours. 

"Come back to mine." He demanded in a low whisper. 

"Lets go." I agreed. My blood lust was so strong that I could barely resist sinking my teeth into him then and there. We climbed in his car. Whilst we were driving, I saw him keep glancing at me from the corner of his eye, as if he could barely believe I was really coming to his place. His 'place' was a fairly big, modern flat with a great view. I walked to the window, and whilst staring at the view, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I unbuckled my shoes and walked over to where he was standing, gob smacked. I took one of his hands and slid it onto my butt, and slid the other underneath my bra to cup my breast. His eyes widened. I smiled and kissed him, gently leading him to the bed room. I pulled off his top, then his trousers, and then we lay on the bed, bodies entwined. He reached back and undid my bra. I pulled off his boxers. He pulled off my panties, and our bodies fit together, like the pieces of a puzzle. He moaned, obviously in deep pleasure. I smiled, and finally sunk my teeth into his neck.

The taste of his blood exploded in my mouth. It was like nothing I had ever tasted. It was incredibly rich, and it's taste was spicy, but somehow still sweet. I had to have more. I bit into his body more and more, ignoring his screams as they turned from pleasure to pain. I made the last bite, over his heart, and gulped down the last mouthful of his lifeblood. He was dead. I broke away from him, licking my lips. Why had he been spent so quickly? I frowned. I was pretty full, but I felt as though I could have drunk twice as much as he had. 

Then, I took a shower, pulled my clothes back on, and fled into the night, leaving my victim bloody and cold on his bed, just as my vampyre had done to me. 

The End

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