**First part of many (I hope). Plan is in my head on where the story goes, just need to find the time to put it into words. **
Prelude.
Sweat dripped from his face as he thrust up into her, the chair she had him handcuffed to was semi comfortable but didn't leave much moving room for him to control any part of the sex she was giving him. She felt him getting close so she increased her grinding with her hips, making sure to take his cock deep into herself. He groaned in pleasure as he climaxed, his seed spraying deep into her, filling her pussy and oozing over his cock with her thrusts.
Cathy took this as her cue and grabbed his hair, exposed his neck to the side and bit into his jugular. He was aroused at first but when he felt that it wasn't a playful bite and her teeth were sharp he panicked. It was too late for him by then though, her fangs had cut deep into his neck and the blood that flowed into her mouth would leave him lifeless. Cathy drank her fill, a few droplets running down her chin and dripping onto her naked breasts. She liked to watch their faces after she had taken most of their blood, liked to tell them why they had been chosen.
"Oh John, you had fun for a while didn't you. Those little college girls you killed, powerless while you drugged, violated then murdered them. Mmmm, you're fading now baby, thank you for feeding me....." She said as the last of his blood ran down his chest, his eyes going dark.
His head slumped forward and as she got off him, she wiped the blood from her breast and licked her fingers. His body would be left in the swamp like the others, the gators were pretty good at disposing of the trash she had taken care of. Cathy happened to look at the tv as she picked up her clothes, December 4th the news said. She smiled to herself and began singing a deep and sultry 'Happy birthday to me' as she got dressed, remembering the wonderful night one hundred years ago when she was made complete, made into the beautiful, deadly and oh so sexy Vampire she was now.
Later that night she sat on the roof of her building, smiling to herself as she thought about the many lovers she had taken and the woman who had turned her. It had been 100 years, she had seen countless wars on many continents but she always stuck to the code her mistress taught her. Only the dark ones, only the killers, the rapists and those who have no place to walk among decent men and women.
Cathy reflected on her Mistress, a woman that men would crumble before, a natural beauty resonating from every pore of her being, her long dark hair framing the face of an angel, her full breasts only complimenting her slim body. She had taught Cathy how to manipulate men with her looks and if that failed, how to use her powers as a Vampire to make the usually bigger build men kneel, beg and plead to be taken by her. The sex she took from the men was for her pleasure alone but she found that their blood tasted sweeter when they had climaxed. Not all of them would be so lucky to get that final release though.
Chapter 1
It was the summer of 1912 and Catherine had just turned 18. Normally her coming of age would have been met with joy and celebration but that year seen the loss of the Titanic and her father with it. He had been one of the chief engineers and didn't make it home. Her stepmother wanted nothing more to do with her once his insurance money came through so she found herself homeless and alone. It was a dangerous time too. Many women were going missing from the streets and homeless shelters and rumors of a 'demonic being' that sucked the life from their victims struck a fear among the city. Catherine felt mildly safe in the women's shelter, never letting herself get too far from her late fathers revolver but the worry of danger was always there. She spent most of her days looking for honest work, earning a few dollars doing maid or cleaning work but times were hard and with the looming threat of war, most tried to live without the luxury of maids or servants. Despite her beauty she refused to become a prostitute, the local brothel's madam always telling her 'a pretty one like you would earn plenty you know'. She resisted the urge to put a bullet between her eyes and instead tried to keep her manners and dignity and brushed her off with a polite No.
It was a late August evening when her life would change forever.
The sun had only just set and Catherine was making her way through the dimly lit streets to get back to the shelter before the doors locked. She nervously looked behind her every few steps, convinced she was being followed but didn't really see anything and increased her pace. She had always hated the last half mile walk, too many dark alleys to pass and that night they seemed darker. 'Was that even possible?' she thought to herself as she almost sprinted past the next one.
She was almost at the shelter, could even see the lights of the open doors, passing the last alley he grabbed her. His big hands covered her mouth and dragged her deeper into the darkness. Her purse that held her fathers gun, her confidence giver, was knocked into the gutter as she struggled but it was no use, her attacker was strong, at least twice her size and wasn't about to let his prey go.
"Good, I like it when they struggle, you're a pretty little thing aren't you." Said the man as he pushed Catherine against the wall, his hands still covering her mouth.
Catherine froze in terror as the brute of a man started tearing at her clothes. She had heard in graphic detail what these men do, one of the women she shared a room with had been raped and was lucky to survive but Catherine feared she wouldn't be telling anyone in this life. The man pulled a knife from his pocket and showed it to Catherine, holding it close to her eye then letting her feel the cold steel on her face.
"You utter a word and I'll slice your pretty little throat, you got that?" he said, his breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes.
Catherine could only nod.
What happened next seemed to go by in a blur. No sooner had he taken his hand from her mouth, a woman grabbed his hair from behind and bit him hard on the neck. He tried to fight her off but from the blood dribbling past her lips Catherine knew he was finished. Catherine stepped out of the way as the woman released him from behind, slammed him hard against the wall and continued to drink from his neck. Catherine heard a faint clatter as the knife slipped from the mans fingers and was dropped to the ground. Any fight or resistance he had left in him was gone and when the woman tore out what was left of his throat with her bare hadn and let him go, he slumped against the wall and was dead before he hit the ground. Even in the darkness Catherine could see his face was white, the color drained from him.
Catherine was terrified but watched in awe as the woman approached her, wiping her mouth as she got close.
"You needn't be afraid child, I mean you no harm. Are you ok?" She asked, her voice was soothing, seductive and soft.
"I... he.... what..." Catherine tried to make sense of why she was still alive.
The woman looked down at her victim, smiling as she explained herself.
"I, am Victoria. I'm glad I got here in time, I've been hunting this one for a while. He was a very bad man, has killed at least 20 young women. He was a dock worker and liked to prey on women much smaller than himself so they couldn't fight back. He won't be missed, trust me."
Catherine tried to talk again but instead her world went black as she fainted.
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