Sierra sat in the corner of the room watching out
the window. The room was so dark that
any human could not see past their own nose.
Sierra, however, was not human, at least she not in the past six hundred
years. Being able to see in the dark is
one of the great advantages of being a vampire.
Hyper sensitive hearing is another.
She could hear the fearful heartbeats of the
humans in the next house. She didn’t
know who the other humans were and she really didn’t care, Sierra was there for
one person, her feeder.
It’s been forty-eight hours since the last time
she fed. The hunger was growing stronger
by the minute and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could contain
herself. Sierra did not like feeding off
of random people or the innocent but the more her hunger built the more she was
willing to make an exception.
The two men Sierra was watching weren’t exactly
innocent. Yesterday morning they held up
a bank. Two people dead, six wounded,
and eight hostages, including her feeder.
They managed to lose the police but Sierra was able to track them
through the scent of her feeder.
The fear coming from inside the house was
intoxicating. Fear made the heart beat
faster which made the veins throb as the blood pumped faster through them. Sierra sniffed the air once more, savoring
the sweet smell of all that fear. It
made her hunger burn more intently.
Sierra could no longer contain her hunger. She needed to feed.
She began to strip off all her clothes. She wanted to get into the house without a
lot of attention. Going in naked is better
than a lot of gunfire. Sierra jumped out
the window and landed softly on the cool mist covering the grass. She walked over slowly to the front door and
rang the bell. There was a lot of noise
being made as the two men inside grabbed their guns and came to the door
cautiously.
Looking through the side window both men seen
Sierra standing there naked as she turned around slowly, her arms stretched out
away from her body, so they could see she had no weapons. They opened the door.
“Fuck me,” the first man said as he stood in the
doorway staring at Sierra.
He was taking it all in. Sierra’s long straight jet black hair, her
pale smooth milky white skin, lightly peppered with freckles. Her heaving chest with her hair falling over
them slightly, barely covering her nipples like a curtain. Her curvy hips and a small strip of black
hair, trimmed in front.
“That’s the idea tiger,” she answered with a
slight giggle. “You gonna invite me in
or are we gonna do it here in on the porch?”
The man stepped aside so Sierra could come
in. Sierra walked in slow and
seductively, the smell of heat and lust hitting her as the door closed beside
her. Both men were too excited to pay
attention to Sierra’s hands.
As the door closed both men drew close to Sierra,
pressing against her like she was the meat in a sandwich. She smiled an evil grin as her green eyes
began to glow.
“Typical men,” she whispered before snapping the
neck of the man in front of her. She
reached behind her quickly to grab the throat of the other man.
As the man coughed and gasped for air Sierra
pulled him close so she could smell his fear.
She smiled as the intoxicating scent filled her nose, causing her to
bare her fangs out of excitement, before sinking them deep into his throat.
The first squirt into her mouth tasted heavenly,
like chocolate would to a human. That
sweet taste of fear is what she needed, it is what she craved. Sierra held on tight as she began to devour
the blood coming from her food.
Sierra’s body began to tense up as the blood gave
her strength that had been draining out of her over the past two days. Refreshed, she dropped the body that she had
been holding and kicked it aside.
Blood trickled down the side of Sierra’s mouth as
she licked her lips. The hunger has been
silenced. Her thirst quenched. She walked slowly to the back of the house,
the smell of fear leading her to the hostages, and her feeder.
There was a set of stairs in the kitchen that led
to a basement. There was a padlock on
the door to keep the hostages from escaping.
Laughing to herself Sierra grabbed the padlock and squeezed, shattering
the lock to pieces.
Dropping the broken lock to the floor Sierra
yanked the door open. A rush of hot air
hit Sierra in the face softly. Again the
sweet smell of fear filled the air, the scent stronger as she drew nearer to
the hostages. She could not help but to
lick her lips as her mouth began to water.
Strolling down the dark stairs into the basement
Sierra’s eyes began to glow like cat’s eyes, allowing her to see in the total
darkness.
The eight hostages were all lying on the floor,
two men, five women, and Sierra’s feeder.
They were all tied with their hands behind their backs, their feet bound
together at the ankles, and a rag tied across their face to gag them.
Sierra walked over to her feeder and swiped at the
ropes, cutting them with ease with her razor sharp nails.
“Come on,” Sierra said, “let’s get out of here.”
Grabbing her feeder by the wrist Sierra yanked her
to her feet.
“What about the others?”
“Forget them,” she snapped, leading her feeder to
the stairs. “You can call the police
after we are gone.”
Sierra walked faster, pulling her feeder
harder. As they reached the kitchen the
moon was shining through the window.
“You’re naked,” her feeder observed, “you must be
horny again.”
“You bitch,” a male voice yelled from the hallway.
A third man was standing over the other two dead
men. Sierra quickly rushed him before he
could react and snapped his neck in the blink of an eye.
“You have no idea,” Sierra answered her feeder,
breathing heavy.
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