Bite You Dangerous

Chapter 3: Power & Seduction

Araceli followed Lennon to his apartment, the thumping music and chaotic revelry of the nightclub fading into the distance. Once inside, they decided to share a more intimate moment, allowing their passions to take control. Araceli, ever the seductress, started the encounter with gentle and passionate affection. They embraced in a moment of absolute tenderness, with her going "easy" on Lennon to make him more comfortable and make him go into a full trance. Their clothes were removed, and they shared deep, seductive kisses, their connection growing more passionate every passing minute they spent caressing each other on his bed. Lennon's body was on top of Araceli as they continued to advance physically.

Lennon: He stroked her face. The most gorgeous green eyes I've seen in my life...It's almost hypnotic...

Araceli: Is that so? I'm also "hypnotized" by the scent of your flesh and breath...Smelling like bread right out of the oven.

Lennon: Haha, I didn't know I smelled that good...Even the dark can't take away my gaze on you.

Araceli: Yes, you look tasty...Like a homemade medium rare steak and boiled potatoes served with blood red wine.

Lennon: Still drunk he said. Ahh, I can't get enough of you...

Araceli: Dream as much as you like.

She had a plan, one that involved lulling Lennon into a false sense of security with gentle intimacy before revealing her true, deadly intentions. Nevertheless, they continued to kiss, their affectionate moments intensifying each moment. However, the night had taken a sinister turn, and Araceli was ready to reveal her true predatory nature to Lennon. In a sudden, aggressive move, Araceli seized Lennon by the neck and effortlessly swung her body, positioning herself on top of him. It was at this moment that Lennon, snapped out of his delirious state, realized the true danger he was in.

Lennon: He barely spoke. W-What are you- L-L-Let me go!

Araceli: Shhh...Quiet. I'm just making you dream...

As panic surged through him, Lennon desperately tried to loosen himself from Araceli's unrelenting grip, but his efforts were in vain. His body felt like lead, unresponsive to his frantic commands, rendering him utterly immobilized. Araceli, sitting atop him with an unnatural strength, had him pinned down like a vice. The true horror unfolded as Araceli opened her mouth, revealing her sharp, gleaming fangs. With a savage hunger in her eyes, she sank them deeper into Lennon's neck, causing searing pain to course through his body. He bled profusely, slipping closer to unconsciousness with each agonizing moment. But the macabre acts did not stop there. With a gruesome and chilling determination, Araceli gouged out Lennon's eyeballs from their sockets, and to his excruciating horror, she devoured them.

She then got up from the bed and as she stood, her face was stained with the remnants of her gruesome feast. Her menacing green eyes glinted with a perverse satisfaction, a macabre smile curling her lips as she gloated about the horrors she had committed.

Araceli: To herself. Such another sweet meal...Should've cut him off before we made "love", but it was better that way.

Araceli: On the inside. He's even tastier than my first meal...

After cleaning herself of the grim aftermath of her savage acts, Araceli walked out of the room, her movements calm and calculated. With an eerie sense of detachment, she approached the front door of Lennon's apartment and slowly turned the handle, leaving it unlocked in her wake. Araceli had departed, leaving a trail of chaos and horror behind her, her presence lingering like a chilling specter in the darkness.

Araceli: After the next snack...Let's search for someone more "fishy".

She set off on her solitary search for a new prey as her predatory instincts guided her towards a dock where all the boats are tied next to. Unknown and out of her sight, as she walked alone, a man with pale skin and caramel blonde hair observed her from a distance. He wore a thick brown coat, and his identity was far from ordinary. In fact, he was one of the soldiers named Daegal who served her biological grandfather, the First Blood king. Spotting the young vampire princess, the soldier knew he had discovered a crucial piece of information that his majesty would be eager to hear.

Daegal: To himself. Yes, at last! 10 years and I'm the first one to find our missing princess...

Daegal: His majesty would be so thrilled to hear this...He would be more ecstatic hearing her name pronounced as Araceli.

Daegal: Oh, he will reward me like he never rewarded anyone else!

He transformed into a bat and swiftly flew back to the castle, returning to his true form upon arrival. With a sense of urgency, he teleported directly to the presence of King Leviathan, who sat upon his imposing throne, an aura of regal authority surrounding him. As Daegal materialized in front of the king, he knew he had to share what he had discovered earlier.

King Leviathan: You came back early, Daegal. What's the news you have to share?

Daegal: Your majesty, there's no sign of Druella, but I found your granddaughter...She goes by Araceli!

Daegal: She's as powerful and seductive as I would expect from our beloved princess and your heirstress.

Daegal: A true cold beauty any eye would drool on.

King Leviathan: Marvelous job, Daegal. I see that you're not a liability...

King Leviathan: I am officially appointing you as General Daegal of our army.

King Leviathan: Now if you don't mind, gather the other soldiers together and I must set out with you all to find where she is.

King Leviathan: I want to meet face to face with my granddaughter...

At the quiet dock, a man in his mid-30s sat in a boat, using oars to move it gently through the water. His voice rang out as he sang the familiar tune "Row Row Row Your Boat".

Fisherman: "Row, row, row your boat...Gently across the stream..."

Fisherman: "Merrily, merrily, merrily, merilly..."

Fisherman: "Life is but a dream..."

He seemed completely absorbed in his simple task as the peacefulness of the scene seemed to calm him, unaware of what was lurking beyond the distance. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, which was accompanied by a soft, eerie giggle. Instinctively, his senses heightened, and he swiftly tied his boat to the nearest pole, bringing it to an abrupt halt. His heart raced as he stood up, alerted.

Fisherman: Hello?

He heard the giggle again.

Fisherman: Who's there? Whitney, is that you?

As the man turned around, Araceli appeared in front of him at the dock. In response to his fearful questions, she replied with a hint of sarcasm, her voice laced with a chilling charisma.

Araceli: I'm no Whitney...It's no one else here, but me...

Fisherman: Oh, hello. I could've sworn I didn't see you at the dock.

Araceli: Well, now you do. I just tend to appear "unexpectedly".

Araceli: By the way, I must say...You're like a kindergarten singing that lame nursery rhythm song...

Fisherman: Looked embarrassed. Gosh...I don't know why I was singing it. It felt like I was a little kid again.

Araceli: No need to feel shameful. Sometimes we are little kids ourselves at heart...

Araceli: A little nostalgic song won't hurt anyone if they sing to themselves.

Fisherman: You're totally right, but if I may ask...Why are you here? Like alone?

Fisherman: Only fishermen stay out late after catching many active fishes in the lake.

Araceli: Interesting...As if I didn't know. I see no one else around, but you. No wonder why you smell like fish yourself.

Araceli: But don't be sad. Mind if I hop in with you so we can catch bigger fishes?

Fisherman: Really? Don't ask. Hop in yourself, girl.

With her supernatural charms, Araceli managed to deceive the unsuspecting fisherman. She had successfully convinced him to let her ride in the boat to catch more fish when in reality, he was nothing more than a snack for her. But the second she jumped in the boat, the illusion shattered. She growled like a hungry beast and yanked at the fisherman's chest, a move that tore his throat open. The attack was so sudden that he had no time to react, let alone scream. With a few more bites, she finally assured herself the fisherman was dead.