Halloween night gave a false sense of security to the non-human population. The added magic of the full moon complicated this night dramatically. Human-like facades were shed and the "monsters" within invited to come out and play. Vanessa sat on her porch swing and handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. As usual for this time of year, the weather was chilly; yet, there was no wind. With a chuckle, she realized it gave the impression of death. Cold with no perceived movement. She was dressed lavishly as a sultry Vampire with a black cape, red leather bodysuit, high heeled boots, and, of course, blood red lipstick. Her long, curly red hair blanketed the cape which provided a stunning image of contrast. No one suspected that she actually took makeup off to look as pale as snow.
Vanessa was a two hundred year old Vampire. She lived many different lifetimes; but, this one, was as a suburbanite. She was single and rebuffed all attempts of her co-workers and neighbors to help her find love. Long ago she gave up the desire for one constant companion. Hunger gnawed at her insides like a vicious animal. Her last meal was two months ago; so, she planned to hunt down her own treats, tonight.
One by one her neighbors came with children and each smile she flashed showed off her sharp, white fangs. She counted ten vampires, two werewolves, a princess, and a variety of other costumed children. It was near the time that the children went inside to gorge on candy; so, Vanessa itched to get to the city. She never hunted where she lived. That was only common sense. It was a very quiet suburban neighborhood where the residents watched everything from behind their curtains.
Vanessa was a registered nurse and worked the night shift in the emergency room to keep her neighbors' curiosity about her lack of day time activities at bay. Sunlight never killed a Vampire; but, it gave one harsh headache. Vanessa portrayed a highly moral woman at work and kept everyone at arm's length away. A smattering of light freckles accentuated her dark, emerald eyes. She had a soft figure on a very light frame and she carried herself as a very dainty, timid lady.
She exited her home dressed as if for a shift of work, checked in at a motel two cities over, and re-dressed for her Halloween exploits. At just past midnight the parties were firing up. She twitched to get her hands dirty.
As she passed an alley she heard two men in the process of a rape. Not what she wanted to start the night with, but it needed to be tended to. She turned down the alley.
The male restraining the female yelled, "You better get out of here or you will be next."
Vanessa held the mirth from her gaze at his comment and walked closer. She leaned down behind the male who penetrated the female.
Vanessa locked eyes with the girl and said, "Sleep."
The girl instantly feel to unconsciousness. Before the guy turned around to face her she ripped his heart out through his back and threw his body to one side. She caught the other rapist before he screamed. Vanessa snapped his neck in one quick motion. She placed a 911 call for someone to come for the girl.
Vanessa entered the first bar she came to. Flashing lights advertised that it, also, had strippers. When she entered she was approached immediately by a sexy blond female with sparkles everywhere.
The girl asked if she wanted a private dance.
Vanessa nodded, paid, and followed her to the back.
The room was red. Aren't they always? The blond introduced herself as Connie and led Vanessa to a couch. It was soft and velvety. She had a quick vision of many different people cumming on it. Connie seductively danced on the pole across from her. She ground her sex against the pole, shook her tits, and then crawled to Vanessa. She looked up into Vanessa's eyes and slowly slithered up her body.
Once Connie straddled her, she leaned in and whispered. "We aren't allowed to have sexual contact with the guys; but they don't mind if we do it with the girls that come in. Want me to lick your pussy?"
Vanessa smiled. "No, but I want to lick yours."