Blood Lust and Shadows

I leaned over the inside of the car pretending to stare at the engine. My breasts spilled over the top of my tight little shirt and my short skirt rode up showing off my hot pink thong, essentially baring my ass to the parking lot. I made sure to park right under a light so anyone and everyone clearly could see me. Being seen, after all, was the point. At least until I picked out a victim. Then we could blend into the darkness unnoticed, and I would drain him dry.

"Hey, little girl. You need some help?" a deep gravelly voice asked.

Had a feeling this guy wasn't what I was looking for, but I still turned around with my most bewildered and grateful expression in hopes this guy would make for a good meal. I looked him up and down. Nope, not happening. Too old. Too worn out. Not even good enough for an appetizer. I so did not do old men. I liked hot, young studs. Guys that had a lot to give and could go for a long time.

"Uh-mmm, no thanks. I think I got it, plus my boyfriend's on his way," I replied with my best innocent girl routine. I didn't feel any bad mojo coming off the guy, not even any lust. He must be the fatherly type and saw me as too young to lust after. Rare, but it happened...occasionally. Most old guys couldn't wait to get their dirty old hands on some hot young thing like me. Maybe he was impotent...nah, just because they can't get it up doesn't mean they don't want to. This was just a one in a million genuinely good guy.

"Maybe I should wait with you until he gets here. It's late, it's dark and this isn't the best part of town. Plus you might attract some unwanted attention leaning over the car like that. I'd drop dead of a heart attack if I ever seen my girls or my grandbabies dressed like that." He chuckled and sighed. "Girls today wear all kinds of clothes that'll get 'em in trouble fast."

"Really, I'll be fine. He should be here any minute." I sent out some powerful thoughts to send the old man on his way. I sensed someone else coming. He might be what I needed, but the old man had to go for a chance to find out.

"Well, I better get home. I'm sure my wife is wondering where I've been. She hates it when I stay out too late." He shuffled over to his truck at the other end of the almost empty parking lot.

I watched the old man drive away. The other guy was getting closer. I could feel it. I knew it was a man by the energy he was putting off. I looked around but couldn't see him yet. His emotions must be running high for me to feel him long before ever seeing him. Perfect. That means he was probably young and full of lust. He could be the perfect blend I was looking for, an erotic blood cocktail.

This guy's energy hit me in waves. Damn, I was wet with anticipation and a bit of drool hung off the edge of one fang. I licked the sharp point with my tongue just as he came around from the side of the old brick building that housed a sad little bar.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. His jaw dropped open and he stood there staring at my firm back side. I could see him out of the corner of my eye but tried my best not to let him know it. But OMG, he was HOT. Hello, Don Juan.

One look at him and my knees were shaking and my thong was drenched. Tall, dark and yummy, he was a wet dream come to life. He could probably smell my arousal from across the parking lot. I could sense his. It added to his energy making the waves coming off him downright intense. I wondered if this guy was human. Very few humans radiated energy like that.

I suddenly hoped he was more than human because then I could play with him longer. With energy like that he could keep going like the energizer bunny. I could fuck him and suck him, and he'd bounce back for more.

I was drooling again. Shit, he was walking toward me. Suck up the drool, girlfriend. Compose yourself like the powerful vampire/succubus bitch that you are. Yeah, Allana, you're a one of a kind. At least one in a million.