The Three 'F's

Chapter 3: First Feeding She was still dead when the sun set. Adrian spent some time sorting through his stuff, while he waited for her to rise. He figured that it was time to clear out of Sunnydale, so he packed up the things he wanted take. Most of what he had was crap. If he wanted some decent stuff, he’d have to go steal it for himself, now that he didn’t have to worry about the Boss’s rules. He didn’t want to leave her alone though. She might go off on her own, if she woke up before he got back. He filled the time by stripping off her clothes, and then cleaning her up a bit. She cleaned up pretty. She had good tits, and muscle tone. He fucked her a couple more times. He pulled her legs out to set the broken bones in them. He wanted her able to walk as quickly as possible once she woke up. He didn’t want to spend any more time than he had to hanging around in Sunnydale. He didn’t really understand the attraction this town had to so many vampires. It seemed like every vamp who came here with big plans ended up dust, or worse. He had come to the conclusion that only an idiot would hang around in the same town as the Slayer. She’d taken out every major vamp or demon that had come this way. It was time for him to be elsewhere. He was starting to feel hungry again as midnight approached. That surprised him, after eating her. He should have been good for at least a day after that, but it seemed that siring someone took a lot out of a vamp. He used some rope to tie the bitch up: just to make sure that she didn’t go anywhere if she woke up while he was out. He emerged from the sewers through a manhole that was hidden behind a dumpster in an alley off Main Street. He brushed off his clothes, and schooled his features, so he looked like a high school kid. Even with the explosion at the school he figured that there’d be lots of kids out celebrating their graduation tonight. They might be celebrating more because the school had blown up. He should be able to pick off someone. He considered heading for the Bronze, but on second thought, decided to try his luck somewhere else: the Slayer and her friends were probably at the Bronze. It took longer than he expected. There were lots of kids out on the streets, but most of them were travelling in groups. After a while he gave up on the idea of catching someone alone, and started to think about finding a way of cutting someone away from the herd. While he looked he decided to do a little ‘shopping’ too. A little smash and grab at a closed sporting goods store supplied him with a really nice knife. Now all he needed was dinner. He spotted it a few minutes after leaving the store. There were half a dozen kids walking down the sidewalk. Five of them were all talking and laughing together, with another kid trailing along a little behind them, obviously not part of the group. He was trying to fit in, but wasn’t really one of them. If they noticed when he disappeared, they would mostly be glad that they had lost the annoyance of having him tagging along. Adrian moved quickly to get ahead of them. He picked an alley a block farther down the street. He waited in the shadows, watching them approach. He let the main group pass. He stepped out behind the straggler, clapped a hand over his mouth, and yanked him back into the alley. He smashed the kid’s face against the wall, and caught his unconscious body, so he wouldn’t make too much noise falling to the ground. He waited and listened for a few seconds, prepared to run if the kid’s companions had noticed that they’d lost their tag-along. They didn’t. He could still hear their laughing voices as they walked away down the street. He could hear the kid’s heartbeat too. Good: he hadn’t bashed his head too hard. They tasted better if they were still alive. He grabbed the body and dragged it to the nearest sewer entrance. He dropped the kid in, and dropped down after him. He could tell that the bitch was awake before he got back to his apartment. He could hear her yelling. Shit! He should have gagged her too! Who knew what she might attract, with all the noise she was making! She glared at him as he entered the bedroom. He could see her yellow eyes, ridged brow, and fangs. She was looking even better, now that she was ‘alive’ again, not just a limp piece of meat lying on the mattress. She really did have good muscle tone. He bet the rich bitch had had a personal trainer, or something like that. “Shut up!” he yelled as he dumped the kid on the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked. “I’m the reason you aren’t dead,” he told her. That wasn’t strictly true…hell, it was a downright lie. She probably would have survived if he hadn’t needed a decoy to get away from the school, and she was technically dead now anyway—and he’d killed her—but he wanted all the leverage he could get with her. He’d seen how other new vamps all seemed to fawn over their sires—he’d done a fair amount of fawning himself—but he didn’t know if it was because they were the sires, or because the only vamps he had ever seen sire anyone had been powerful ones: Spike, Drusilla, Angel, and Trick. Either way, if he wanted to control this bitch, he figured he’d better start by taking control. He pulled out his new knife and used it to cut the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. The kid was waking up again. He’d done that once before, for a few seconds, just after he’d dumped him into the sewer. He’d been awake long enough to scream as Adrian had sunk his fangs into his throat. He had been more careful this time, to not take too much blood. He knew the Bitch would be hungry when she woke up. The Bitch’s eyes had left him. They were fixed on the kid’s throat now. She could smell his blood, and his fear. Adrian watched her lick her lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked her. “I saved you some.” The kid was looking at her now. His eyes were wide, full of terror, and excitement. He’d probably never seen a naked girl before. Certainly not one that looked at him the way she did. Part of him was probably hoping she wanted to fuck him: there were a lot of vamps who liked to fuck their food, but the kid wouldn’t be that lucky: not with this being her first meal. She was on him in an instant. One hand grabbed his hair, and twisted his head around, exposing his neck. Her fangs sank into it. She snarled and shook her head, worrying at the wound. He screamed. She was a messy eater. All the newbies were. It took time, and practice to learn where and how to bite someone to get the optimum flow of blood from the victim’s neck. Most bites just got you a trickle: you had to hit a vein, or artery to get much. That’s what had happened to the kid. She shook her head, trying to sink her teeth farther in, ripping at the flesh. Fuck, that was a hot sight: her straddling the kid, making him scream. She was humping him as she chewed on his neck, not that he seemed to be enjoying it. Anne Rice had it so wrong: vampires liked to fuck, almost as much as they liked the other two ‘F’s: Feeding and fighting. She moved her mouth, looking for a better place to bite him. Blood started to spurt from his neck, faster than she could swallow it. She’d hit his carotid artery. You had to be careful about that. It tended to spray blood everywhere. The kid’s screams and struggles stopped. The loss of blood pressure in his brain making him black-out almost instantly. The Bitch continued to suck hungrily at the wound she’d made in his throat, until the kid’s heart stopped, and the flow abated. She finally pulled away from the kid, and turned toward Adrian. Her face was covered with blood. It was running down her neck and chest, and across her tits. Adrian had already unzipped his pants. Something he had learned about new vamps from Spike and Angel: feed ’em and fuck ’em. It made them look up to you. Establish yourself as the dominant one. You fed them, and you fucked them, and they’d do whatever you wanted. He grabbed her, and forced her back down onto the mattress. He held her down as he licked the blood from her tits. He licked her face as he penetrated her. She tried to fight for a moment, but that didn’t last long. Soon she was moving with him. She didn’t have much in the way of skill, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Adrian grunted as he came into her. She was still holding him, grinding her pussy against him. He had to pull away. “No! Don’t stop!” she whined. “I’m done, Bitch,” he told her. “But I’m not!” Adrian did up his pants. “That’s your problem.” He left her lying there, and went into the bathroom: first to piss, and then to take a shower. He heard the Bitch enter the bathroom while he was luxuriating under the hot water spray. He ignored her while he slowly turned under the shower, letting the hot water warm his body. Then he heard her scream. He stuck his head out around the curtain. “What?” She was pointing at the mirror. “There’s nothing there! Where am I?” “You’re a vampire, Bitch. Of course you don’t have a reflection.” He thought she probably wouldn’t like what she saw, anyway. It took a while for the newbies to get control over their features, so she was still wearing her vampire face, with blood smeared across it, and in her hair. “A vampire? I don’t want to be a vampire! Only Goths want to be vampires, and they have no fashion sense at all!” “You’re a vampire, and Goths know nothing about us,” said Adrian. “The only thing they’re good for is a quick easy meal.” He looked at her still naked body. “Now come here, Bitch.” “Stop calling me that!” she said. “My name’s Harmony.” “I’ll call you Bitch if I want to call you Bitch! Now get the fuck in here!” She crossed her arms and pouted at him. “Not till you use my right name!” Shit! She looked so hot standing there, with the kid’s blood still smeared on her. “Get the fuck in here, Harmony!” She smiled smugly. “Alright!” She stepped across the side of the tub, into the shower. Adrian kissed her. She pushed him away. “Hey! If we’re gonna screw, I should know your name too!” “Adrian,” he said. “Now shut the fuck up!” He spun her around, and pushed her against the shower wall. “Hey!” said Harmony. “Shut up!” Adrian took the bar of soap, and ground it against her asshole. “What are you doing?” “Fucking you! Now shut up!” Adrian rammed his cock into her ass. The soap wasn’t the best of lubes, but it was better than nothing. He rocked his hips, reaming her with his cock. “Oh god!” she gasped. Adrian shuddered. “Don’t say that!” “Oh fuck!” Adrian pressed her against the shower wall as he fucked her up the ass. “Oh yeah, Bitch! Your ass is so fucking tight!” “My name’s Harmony!” “Bitch!” He rammed himself deeper into her as he came. He paused to rest, still pressing her against the shower wall. If he breathed, he’d be panting. If his heart beat, it would be pounding. After a few seconds she hit him in the ribs with an elbow. “Get away from me!” His hands squeezed her tits. “Oh, you know you liked it, Bitch.” “Stop calling me that! My name’s Harmony!” “Your name is whatever I say it is, Bitch!” “Oh yeah?” She turned around and grabbed his cock. “What’s my name?” She ran her hand up and down its length. “Bitch!” “No it’s not.” She let go of him, and stepped back into the stream of hot water coming from the shower head. She slowly turned under it, letting it soak her. She reached for the bar of soap, and picked it up. She looked at it. “I can’t use this!” she cried. She looked at the bottle of shampoo on the shelf. “Oh my god!” She grabbed the shampoo, and shook it. “You expect me to use this?” Adrian looked at the soap, and the shampoo. “What’s the matter with them?” “They’re…they’re…cheap!” She waved the bar of soap. “Do you know what this stuff will do to my skin!” She waved the shampoo. “Or this to my hair!” “Clean them?” he asked. “This stuff will probably dry my skin out, and give me split ends!” “Suit yourself,” said Adrian, “but if you don’t get that blood out of your hair, it’s gonna start to stink. Fresh blood may be an aphrodisiac, but after a day or two it starts getting pretty rank.” She sneered at him, but she picked up the shampoo bottle, and squirted some into her hand. She lifted her hands to her head, and started to work it into her hair. The suds started to run down her body. Adrian watched as they moved across her. His cock started to rise again. Harmony noticed him watching her, and she could see how he was reacting. She moved her hands down, and ran them over her tits. “You like what you see?” she asked. “Oh yeah!” She moved a hand down, and slid it between her legs. “You like watching this?” Adrian grabbed his cock, and started to pump it. “That’s right, Bitch!” He stepped toward her. She pushed him back. “Well, you aren’t touching me till you learn my name!” She pushed her fingers into her pussy, and moaned. “You haven’t been able to do it for me, anyway. I might as well just play with myself!” He watched her for a moment, one hand spreading the suds from the shampoo over her tits, and the other sinking fingers into her cunt. He growled, and stepped toward her. She pushed him back. “Not until you say my name.” “Bitch!” He pressed forward again. She pushed him back. She was surprisingly strong for a newbie. “Say my name!” “Bitch!” He grabbed her wrists, and pressed her up against the shower wall. She might be strong, but she didn’t know how to use it yet. He rammed himself into her. She struggled against him, which only turned him on even more: fighting and fucking, two of the things that made unlife worth unliving. She seemed to know it too. She didn’t quit trying to break away from him, but the way her hips moved told him that she was enjoying this too. Her fangs closed on his shoulder. Oh, fuck! She was a biter! His hips pumped harder. She lifted her legs, and wrapped them around him. He felt her pussy convulse around his cock. Her fangs penetrated deep enough to grind against the bones in his shoulder. He came into her. She unwrapped herself from around him, and pushed him away. “At least you managed to get the job done that time,” she told him. “Now get the fuck out of here, and let me finish my shower.” “Alright, Bitch.” Adrian grabbed a towel as he climbed out of the tub. He started to rub himself dry. “My name’s Harmony!”