"So. What will it be?" Julia didn't reply. It was all she could do to just stand there, trying not to faint from the dizziness. "I can see that you are taking this a little hard, so I'm going to make it easier on you." With that he leaned in, and pressed his fangs just under her skin, releasing a poison that acted as a neurostimulant to humans. Shortly after the sting of his fangs subsided, Julia's dizziness and nausea began to fade, slowly being replaced with wave after wave of euphoria.
Jonathan removed his fangs from her skin, stepped back, and let the stimulant do its work. Each wave that passed through Julia was stronger than the last. It wasn't long before Julia felt like dancing. She couldn't figure out why she was so happy. All she knew was that the troubles of the world had just fallen away, including the recent death of her manager, leaving her with only ecstasy and joy.
"Come here, love," cooed Jonathan. Julia floated over to him on a cloud, and stared up into his brilliant blue eyes. Those eyes that had so scared her earlier were now inviting her in.
In a rush of lust, Julia wrapped her arms around Jonathan's neck, and began kissing him like he was the man of her dreams, forgetting about her manager completely. His skin, which had chilled her to the bone earlier, was soft and warm. The lust that had just overwhelmed her continued to pulse through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips on his, making her wet down below.
Jonathan, proud of his work, walked over to the table in the little break corner behind the office, and laid Julia down on it. Julia moaned with pleasure as his genitals continued to push and rub on her sensitive mound, which prompted Jonathan to continue his exploration.
Pulling his lips away from Julia's, he began to kiss down her throat, the urge to drain her still echoing in his mind. He continued down, unbuttoning her shirt as he went. Unable to stand it any longer, Julia pulled off her unattractive blouse and started to undo her bra. Jonathan, not wanting her to have much control in the situation, grabbed her wrists, took the rope he had leftover from Angela. He bound Julia's hands together using one end, and tied the other end to the leg of the table. If she had too much control, then she would not be willing to turn once he had satisfied her.
To slightly neutralize the effect of the poison, Jonathan punched his fangs into Julia's throat and drank from her deeply. She tasted richer than her smell had let on, and he began to feel intoxicated from it. Julia gave out a small yelp, as his fangs stung her skin. When he was convinced that she would be more submissive, he pulled out of her throat and continued his earlier expedition, kissing down from her throat and stopping at her still covered breasts. He pulled the cup of her bra down, and began teasing her nipple, provoking more moans from Julia. His skilled tongue flicked and flashed over it, making it harder than it had ever been before. Julia began bucking her hips from the pleasure it all was bringing her. Fed up of her bra, Jonathan pulled out his knife and cut it where the cups attach to each other, letting Julia's supple breasts fall into their natural place. They weren't the balloons that Angela had, but she was still well off.
Jonathan kept kissing down her body, undoing Julia's pants when he got there, but instead of taking the time to undo the zipper and the button, he just grabbed his knife and cut up the legs so that he could rip the pants away, revealing a black and red lace thong.
The smell of her storage room orgasm was strong, and he had to have a taste of it. He ripped her panties away with one easy motion, and plunged his tongue onto her sopping wet vagina. Once again, the taste of her was much better and more intoxicating than her smell. Now moaning louder, Julia was writhing from the intense pleasure of his tongue flicking over her clit in just the right way, and then diving back into her pussy right before she came, drawing out the pleasure.
"I can't take any more of this! Let me cum!" she cried. If this vampire didn't kill her, then surely not cumming soon would. Right when she felt sure she was going to die from the lashing her pussy was taking, Jonathan, with an animal growl, grabbed her head, and sank his fangs fully into her throat, draining her almost to her last drop. This didn't hurt like it did the last time though, this was a different, more intense pleasure than she had ever felt before. Her orgasm racked her body so hard that she saw fireworks when she closed her eyes. Moving quickly, Jonathan let Julia go and slit his own wrist with his knife. He held his dripping wound to Julia's mouth, but she wouldn't drink.
"Julia, my love, drink and live! If you don't drink soon you will die...I can't let that happen. I want you to be mine for all eternity." Barely conscious, Julia tilted her head up to the wound and began to drink. His blood tasted sweet, and the warmth of it began to pulse through her. When she had had her fill, Jonathan pulled his still bleeding wrist away from her mouth, and started to concentrate on healing the wound.
The warmth that pulsed through her slowly gave way to pain, each pulse more painful than the last. The fact that her hands were tied made this even more unbearable. Her head felt like it was about to explode! Her eyes were bulging, and the veins in her head were popping. She couldn't breath. She felt like she was drowning. This continued for 5 agonizing minutes, seeming like an eternity for Julia.
"Don't worry my love," whispered Jonathan, "This is only your body dying. It will be over soon, and then you shall feel better than ever."
As Jonathan had said, the throbbing pain that had her immobilized began to fade, like a tide moving out. Jonathan cut the rope holding her to the table, allowing Julia to sit up. She examined her perfect, marble-like skin, felt her newly sprouted fangs, astonished at this extreme transformation. Her senses were cosmically heightened. She could smell every individual thing around her like never before, some she wished she couldn't. In fact, she could hear the pulse of someone. She wondered how far away they were.
"How do you feel, my sweet?"
"I don't know. Hungry?" Julia replied.
" I have your first meal waiting for you in the office," Jonathan coaxed.
"I thought Angela was dead," Julia was very confused.
"I lied. I'm sorry love, but if you had known she was still alive, you might not have been as willing to cross over." Julia understood, but she couldn't help feeling an inkling of sadness. She had been a friend of Angela's. Not that they were close, but they had partied together before and had talked to each other outside of work.
"You may still have some lingering human emotions, but these are just echoes of your former self. They will fade with time." Trying her best to push the sadness out of her mind, she gracefully moved into the office. Seeing how pathetic and ugly Angela looked, leaned over the chair, Julia no longer felt guilty about ending her life. Hell, she was doing Angela a favor. Without another thought, Julia sank her fangs into Angela's throat, and drank all but one drop of her blood.
"Have a nice after-life," Julia muttered, and left the body slumped over the chair.
"I have a gift for you," said Jonathan, "I've been saving it for the woman I choose as my bride, and now I have found her." He had pulled a large white gift box out from the lockers normally used by the staff, and handed it over to Julia. She set the box on the table she had been changed on, and lifted the top of. Inside there was a beautiful blue satin gown from the same period as Jonathan's. She carefully pulled it on, letting Jonathan do the corset up in the back of the dress.
"Absolutely stunning," Jonathan remarked. With his life now complete, he took his bride, and they left the store in a flash of black.
