They call me Red. I'm pretty sure it is because of my red hair, but it seemed to suit me better when I died. The auburn hair became even more prominent against my pale skin tone. I had been sent on a mission today to kill three people. I had assassinated one effectively, but I didn't have time to kill the other two. Dylan however had just enough time to arrive at the Diner in his all black overly dramatic outfit, to criticize me. He left Toni in charge of killing the other two as he escorted me oh so quietly into the back of the van.
"You owe me," he tells me with his blue eyes practically a glow in the darkness.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was afraid of him. He has killed others of our kind in front of my face. Unlike most vampires, Dylan was a badass long before he died. Lucky for me though, he had taken a liking to me, and I had tonight to cash in on his school boy crush.
"I know I owe you a body," I say turning on the charm, "I was wondering if you would take mine instead."
As taken aback as he is, it seems to be working. He is calm as I climb on top of him. My red hair brushes ever so gently across his mouth.
"You know I've waited a long time for this," he says brushing my hair aside.
My athletic ass cheeks are smothered against his arms. I haven't had sex since I died. I had gone to work in the core, and my whole life became such. Yet, here I am working hard to stay inside by giving up the last thing that made me human.
"You are so beautiful," he says as his fangs escape their gummy caverns.
"If we do this," I say keeping my wits, "then I don't owe you anything."
"Just shut up," he says with a smile, "and kiss me."
I do just that with my own fangs barred just outside his thin yet supple lips. We kiss a mixture of sharpness and wetness that makes other parts of my body leak. He groans as I straddle him completely now. Skilled with his hands he has my shirt off in a blur.
