Call it unfortunate, but the reality was Camille couldn't exactly drop everything and go on some wild sexcapade with the girl who'd been pestering her for weeks; she had a job in all of its dreadfully unsexy glory which she needed to worry about first and foremost. Amanda hadn't really felt like sticking around a loud punk bar for hours on end, Roxy's was never really her scene, too loud. As such, the two had parted in that alleyway, but not before Camille had taken a kiss and a fearful, but desperately wanton moan from the trembling young woman. She had lightly grazed her fangs along the soft flesh of Amanda's neck, and memorized the girl's scent. By the time Amanda had finally regained enough of her speech to ask for Camille's number, the vampiress was practically opening the door back into the bar. She had turned, smirked and declined to give it, saying simply, that when the time came Camille would find her. The delicious mixture of fear and arousal was all Camille needed to look forward to her next encounter with her soon to be prey.
The remainder of her shift passed without incident, and with the bar closed and properly locked up, Camille disappeared into the night. It had been a few decades since she'd been on a proper hunt, these days all her food came from willing subjects, but the instinct and skill was still there. She perched upon a rooftop, and allowed the scent of the night air to waft toward her, taking in the city and, somewhere, the scent of Amanda. Moments later she was a blur, a shadow leaping from rooftop to rooftop, in hot pursuit of the young woman; she must have stayed out, gone to some other, less loud bar, because best Camille could tell, Amanda had yet to return home. The scent was getting closer now, a certain lustful, hungry haze sweeping over Camille; it had been hours since she'd last fed, and something about truly tapping into her vampiric powers for the first time in years had set alight a powerful thirst within her. A thirst which she had every intention of quenching.
Making her way down the sidewalk, bundled up in a warm jacket and hugging herself for warmth, was Amanda. She was alone, perhaps not the safest idea for a woman at night in the big city, but there she was. Camille watched from her perch on high, tracking the girl with her eyes, then swooped lower, landing atop a low balcony just ahead of Amanda, lurking on the edge of a streetlight. Moment by moment, inch by inch, Amanda approached. Naturally, her gaze happened to sweep to Camille's perch, and the vampiress inched forward. The light caught her face and glinted off her fangs. Amanda froze, quivering as she stared ahead, paralyzed by what she saw before her. Quietly, Camile chuckled, low and predatory. Amanda screamed and bolted, Camille pursued.
* * *
On the many nights Amanda had seen Camille, hell, even the very first time they'd met, there had always been a sense of humanity to the vampiress. A part of Amanda had always wondered whether she truly were a fantasy monster made real or just an intimidating, hot goth chick with some weird kinks. When she saw Camille lurking in the light at the edge of her vision, those doubts crumbled. No semblance of humanity lurked in that face. She was at the same time far more beautiful and far more terrifying than she had ever been. There was this sense of uncanniness to her. Her features were too sharp, too perfectly proportioned, her body too still, no twitching of her muscles, no rise and fall of her chest. Then there were her eyes, a glowing red with slitted pupils. And she'd had this look on her face, a look of lust, raw desire, hunger. Camille had been looking at Amanda like she'd just found her next meal. And, as her legs thundered down the sidewalk toward her apartment, Amanda's heart raced between terror and desire. Here was something so unhuman, so unknown, so much greater than she, and so, so beautiful, so, so powerful, so, so erotic. Amanda's mind told her that Camille would be able to do whatever she wanted to her. And Amanda's body told her that she would let Camille do whatever she wanted to her.
She heard no noise behind her, but somehow Amanda knew that Vampiress was doubtless in hot pursuit, flying on leathery wings or perhaps leaping from silently across the rooftops. Each step simultaneously urged Amanda to take another, to move faster and faster away from the thing behind her, all while begging her to stop and be taken. It would only be a matter of time before her will gave out. Perhaps it was just bad luck, perhaps her mind had been so addled by fear and arousal that her internal map of the area had been scrambled, or perhaps, some part of her had acted intentionally, but the next corner Amanda rounded took her into a dead-end alley. She stumbled, then stopped dead in her tracks. No sound disturbed the silence around her save her heartbeat and labored breaths, but Amanda felt something disturb the air behind her. She turned toward the movement, and Camille was upon her. Her back was to the wall, leaning against the firm brick as the vampiress drew inward, towering over Amanda. There would be no looking away, her eyes captured Amanda's, forcing her to gaze nowhere else. They still burned that fiery red, but something about them now was so beautiful, so captivating. Her sex clenched as Camille ran a finger along Amanda's cheek then cupped her chin, grinning.
"You ran," she breathed, her voice low and husky. Amanda simply nodded silently. "Aww, poor thing, did I scare you?"
