Scarlet Peckinpah: The Vampyre Vamp.
Scarlet Peckinpah eased through the dusky evening, searching for her next meal. Scarlet looked little more than eighteen years old but was nearing her two thousandth birthday. Scarlet's jet-black hair was in a top knot that flowed to her svelte shoulders. Her beautiful face was done in heavy Goth makeup, and her luscious, pouty lips were outlined in black and filled in with dark magenta.
Scarlet stood barely 152 cm tall (5-ft.) and weighed less than 45 kg (100 lbs). Her body, though, was that of a pocket dynamo. Scarlet's legs were tautly muscled, ready to leap in any direction in less fractions of a second than the human eye can follow. Of course, she was tense. After all, she may not be the only hunter out tonight, and Brisbane wasn't her town, so she didn't know who or what they could be.
Scarlet shifted, her heavily lined, black eyes almost glowing in the dim light. Somewhere just ahead, a youngish, early twenties woman walked. The woman's steps were hurried, and she smelt scared. Keeping to the shadows, her natural element, Scarlet soundlessly closed on the woman. Close enough to hear her muttering. "Fucking asshole! What kind of imbecilic fucking moron kicks his girlfriend out of his car in an unlit carpark at this time of night just because she won't give him a fucking blowjob?"
The girl/woman continued to cuss as she stumbled across the suburban carpark towards the lights and what she hoped would be safety. Scarlet grinned. 'She won't be safe tonight,' Scarlet thought. 'In fact, her life will change irrevocably very shortly.'
Moving stealthily nearer to the woman, Scarlet inspected her pray. Tall for a woman. Slender, with barely visible breasts capped with tiny, tight nipples that poked lewdly against her tight T-shirt. Mousy blonde hair in a page cut. Long legs encased in skin-tight jeans. Sneakers on her feet. Plain looking, but no sane person would toss her from their car for not being willing to have sex. She was pretty enough to be worth the chase.
"Hmm," Scarlet thought. "Dinner."
She struck, bringing the woman to the ground swiftly. Scarlet's left hand held the woman's throat closed, stopping her screams as her right divested the slender girl/woman of her shoes, jeans and panties. Scarlet pinched the slightly flabby inner thighs revealed, forcing them to part. Then, letting go of the woman's throat, Scarlet spread her victim's labia before plunging her vampiric teeth into the flesh immediately above the woman's clitoris and sucked deeply. The deep breath the woman had sucked in to scream, expelled in an aroused grunt.
"Gawd!" The slender woman gasped as her orgasm hit. She bucked her hips confusedly, unable to understand why she was cumming into this stranger's mouth. But the sensation continued to climb, and the woman climaxed again, pussy juice exploding from her rarely-used cunt for her attacker to drink.
Scarlet grinned as she drank deeply, savouring the sweet young blood pouring through her fangs and into her mouth. Her long, pointed tongue lapped at the woman's pussy, adding her sweet orgasm liquid to the tangy blood taste in her mouth.
Unable to resist the deliciousness of her orgasms, the woman came again, her hands holding Scarlet's tongue to her drenched pussy. Orgasms that only her own fingers had ever given her before. "Fuck!" The woman grunted as the tongue on her vagina probed deeper inside.
Scarlet drank deeply through her fangs again, waiting for the change. Then she felt it. Her victim's clitoris elongated, the nub swelling, growing, stretching. Simultaneously, the clit's tip changed, forming into penis glans. The woman's groans deepened as her vaginal orgasms changed into penile ones, cum shooting from its eye. Scarlet sucked hard, and where the woman's urethra opening was, balls, big meaty balls filled with man nectar grew, absorbing the urethra into their depths. Scarlet's victim now had a fully functioning, rock-hard, extremely thick, 7-inch cock jutting above heavy, sperm-filled balls.
The woman's cunt still existed, and her G-spot was intact. Liquids poured from that entrance almost as fast as they did from the cock's eye. Scarlet slid a blood-red painted fingernail at the end of a slender middle finger into the woman's frothing pussy and stroked the nail across her G-spot. Scarlet hadn't moved, letting the growing cock fill her mouth. Her left hand gripped the shaft, and she milked it as she twisted her nail across the woman's G-spot and sucked voraciously.
"Ahh, fuck!" Her writhing victim groaned as her hips thrust up, trying to force more of her new cock into Scarlet's mouth. The fully-seated fangs prevented that, though, and Scarlet smiled gleefully as her victim's spunk-laden balls contracted and dumped their gift into her greedy mouth.
Sighing contentedly, her meal sitting comfortingly in her stomach, Scarlet retracted her fangs and reluctantly let the still ragingly erect cock from her mouth. Her long pointed tongue delved into the woman's pussy nectar for a final time before she helped the woman back into her panties and jeans.
"What have you done to me?" The woman asked dreamily as the enzymes in Scarlet's saliva forced her into sleep and forgetfulness. When she woke, the woman would have no recollection of what happened and be shocked at the appearance of a cock and balls inside her panties.
"Freed you from society's sexual mores," Scarlet muttered as she faded back into the night. The woman, Scarlet knew, would now and forever more have an insatiable sexual appetite. If she didn't get an almost daily dose of cum, or get to dip her wick into a wet vagina, the need would cause the woman to do whatever was necessary, including rape, to get it. If she was mentally strong, the woman might be able to go a few weeks without succumbing to her desires, but that would probably set off a rampage where she fucked several people to death.
'A man next,' Scarlet thought as she flowed from the area towards where she knew a train station was. On her way, she passed several people walking dogs, many dogs confined in their yards, and a few older people walking. None saw her. The dogs were occasionally restless, but their more instinctive natures allowed them to sense that a greater predator than them prowled their vicinity, and they wisely kept silent, hoping to go unnoticed.
Scarlet found the Lota train station in the direction she was travelling. It was well-lit, but it was late Monday night, and she doubted there'd be more than one passenger alighting. There might not be any. She smiled when she saw a single, late-model Mazda parked beneath a street light. The cameras didn't bother her because she knew how to position her prospective victim so the cameras wouldn't catch her face. She was confident the car's owner was a male because no right-minded woman was getting off at this remote station at night alone.
As she settled in to wait for the train, Scarlet examined herself and was happy with what she saw. She wore a black leather micro skirt with white, knee-high socks inside black school shoes. She wore a white blouse over her braless, firm 30C breasts. She'd tied the lapels together under her full, bulging breasts. She looked like a paedophile's wet dream, and she knew it. Her diminutive size added to the illusion.
Sleazebags would approach her, hoping to score and praying she'd turn out to be a prostitute. Older men and manly men would want to protect her and allow her to come close, believing she was harmless and needed their protection and help. Their initial reaction would be to protect. Then they'd see her dark mauve nipples shining through her translucent blouse. See her taut, sexy ass appearing as her pleated leather micro skirt bounced, and their sudden sexual arousal would stun and maybe disgust them. Either way, it would be too late for them by the time they realised they were the hunted.
The haunting sound of a train whistle blew as the night's last train rattled into the station. Scarlet remembered the first steam trains. They were slow, smelly, dirty, and unreliable. She marvelled at what those dangerous death boxes had become.
