The figure wrapped in black, as black as the night surrounding it, moved towards the building. Their eyes moved from side to side, ever wary of detection. The figure reached up, pulling back the hood of the cloak. The face that appeared there was that of a most beautiful woman.
Her hair was a soft red color, her eyes glowing bright green, as if someone was shining a light through an emerald. She surveyed her surroundings, seeing no one. There shouldn't be anyone around. It was a Saturday night and, this being a college town, everyone should be out at one party or the other. Or out having sex somewhere. She had passed several places where there was soft grunting in the bushes, cars rocking from side to side, or a simple "Yes." She had smiled, thinking about stepping in, having a snack and moving on. This one, however, was different.
The one she had in mind was named Sean. He was average height, average weight. Brown hair and shining blue eyes, the kind that you felt like could look directly into your soul completed the package. She had seen him the previous night. He had been hanging out with friends; they were teasing him about the fact that he didn't drink and with all the parties going on, he could get all liquored up and score. He had retorted that that was they ONLY way they could score. Get a woman drunk and she'll do anything. Even them. His friends had laughed and laughed with them. This was obviously an ongoing argument, but one none of them took seriously. She had followed him home, keeping to the shadows. Every now and then, he would turn, looking for someone following him. He kept getting that feeling that was being watched. He never saw her.
The woman grinned from where she stood, only eight feet below his window. This one, the one who wouldn't drink, would be sweet for her. She was tiring of finding drunks passed out and feeding off of them. Their blood was...'sour' was the only way she could describe it. Blood that was fresh and not contaminated was something of a rare treat. This one, however, she would not let get away.
Tensing her legs, she easily propelled herself up to his windowsill. Looking in on the dark room, she could see his still form lying on the bed, covered in a sheet. He was snoring softly, she could hear that even through the glass. Another sound gained her attention. There WERE other people here. She could here shouts from the other room. Something about "Fire! They're almost on us!" and "I'm out of ammo! Returning to base!" She softly cursed the makers of video game systems. How was she to get people alone if their family or roommates never left home?
She hopped back down to the ground, landing quietly, and went to the back of the house, looking for the garage. She found the door, trying the handle, vaguely surprised when it swung open. 'People really should lock their doors these days' she thought to herself, mentally chuckling. She looked around, her eyes adapting quickly to the darkness. She smiled when she found what she was looking for. A toolbox.
Opening the toolbox quickly, she found a hammer. She picked it up, testing its heft. It wasn't the best for the job, but it would do. As she rose, she saw, there behind the door where she entered, exactly what she wanted: a ten-pound sledgehammer. She tossed the regular hammer back into the toolbox, kicking it shut. She picked up the big hammer and, holding it easily in one hand, headed for the basement.
Easily making her was down, she opened the fuse box. She wasn't electrically inclined, despite being almost two hundred and fifty years old. She stepped back to the middle of the basement and flung the hammer into the fuse box, being rewarded with a shower of sparks and cries from the house above. She picked up the hammer and carried it up the steps to the back yard. She carelessly tossed the hammer into the bushes, not caring if anyone found it. By the time they looked there, she would be gone, her prize in tow.
Making her was back to the window she propelled herself up again, looking back in the window. She froze as the people from the house ran outside. They were upset the power had gone out. "Now what do we do?" one boy asked. She smirked, hearing a "grown man" whining like a little schoolgirl. She looked back to the bedroom, seeing her prey moving slightly in his bed. She was beginning to think he might be a sensitive, one who can 'feel' psychic abilities, though possessing none of their own.
She smiled. That would make this all the more sweet. Untainted and sensitive to her thought. 'Perfect' she thought to herself. However, there was still the slight problem of getting in. Invitations are hard to come by if no one's home. 'That's fine,' she thought to herself. 'Piece of cake.'
She closed her eyes, focusing on the man in the bed on the other side of the pane of glass. She heard him moan almost immediately. She focused her mind, reaching his with ease. 'Invite me in,' she sent to him. 'You want me to come in. You must invite me in.' She opened her eyes to see him sitting up in his bed, his eyes closed, but his eyeballs twitching behind the lids.
'That's it,' she sent. 'Come over her and open the window. Invite me in.' He pulled the sheet off of himself, standing up, wearing only red flannel boxer shorts. Even with his eyes still closed, he walked to the window, opening it. He stood there for a moment, trying to get his mouth to work.
"C-come in," he said, stuttering. Talking while asleep wasn't easy, especially if there was mind control involved. She leaned into the room, letting herself unfold like a panther leaving a tree. She reached out and touched his face, running her hands over his smooth skin. She shrugged her shoulders, letting her black cloak fall to the floor. She wore all black. The color was best suited for her pale skin.
She had on a black button up dress shirt, one that hugged her curves wonderfully. No one would mistake her for a man, not even a blind monk at a hundred yards. Tight black jeans hugged her behind, showing it off. She liked her behind and she knew that men liked it too. And maybe some women. She wore no shoes, preferring the feel of the ground on her feet.
She smiled and released her control of Sean's mind. His eyes snapped open, panic filling them. "Who are you? How did you get in here? Where is everyone?" He looked like he was going to run like a scared rabbit. The woman reached out, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh..." was all she said. Sean stopped talking, but still had a look of terror in his eyes. She sighed to herself. Terror was always a bad thing. It put too much of the wrong chemicals into the system. She had to calm him down.
She removed her finger and looked up at him. It wasn't much of a stretch; he was only about four inches taller than her. She smiled at him, trying to calm him down. He only squinted at her, not trusting her. "I am Lady Alexis. I am a vampire. I have been alive for almost two hundred and fifty years. As to how I got in here, you invited me in and opened the window, thanks to my suggestions, of course." She gave him a slight bow, relishing in his discomfort. "Does that answer your questions?"
Sean blinked and swallowed hard. "Yeah. I guess so. Hey! Wait a minute. A vampire? Oh, God. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He started to back away from her, backing into the bed, falling backwards, sprawling.
"Kill you? Never, my pretty." She laughed. It was a musical sound, sending shivers up and down his body. She slowly stalked toward him, showing off the small fangs at the corners of her mouth. She stood at the foot of his bed, keeping her knees between his legs.
"If you're not going to kill me, what do you want?" Reason was starting to surface in his mind. 'Vampire?' he thought. 'Doubtful. For all I know, this is just a hooker my friends hired for me.' "Vampires live on blood. That has to be what you want." He stood up, pushing her back slightly. Standing, he felt better. He was in a more dominant position. He was taller than her and, judging by how she looked, heavier and stronger than her. He tightened the muscles in his arms and shoulders, trying to seem vaguely intimidating. He wasn't sure if it worked.
She chuckled again, once. "What I want, Sean," she started, his eyes widening at her mentioning his name. "Is you. You are now mine, body and soul. I hereby claim you as mine to use as I see fit. Do you understand?" She looked him in the eyes the entire time she said this, pushing with just the smallest amount of mental force. His eyes glazed over momentarily, the cleared. He shook his head.
Sean smirked and crossed his arms across his chest. "Ok, 'Lady Alexis' I don't know who put you up to this, but look; you look like a nice lady and all, but I have class tomorrow and it's almost three thirty in the morning. Tell you what, whatever they paid you, I'll give you the same to go away. No offense or anything, but..." His remark was cut off and she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the floor.
