Post by Jenn on Oct 22, 2013 15:04:47 GMT -8
Music pounded out from the ubiquitous, tiny concert venue. Sarah could smell the excitement and sweat of the humanity within. This scent, more than the music, was a siren song. She knew better than to get close to humans when she was so hungry. Still, she couldn’t resist the call of the blood or the promise of a good time.
Paying her cover fee at the door, the bouncer nodded at her with a smile.
Sarah stopped by the merch table and bought a Rhapsody of Blood t-shirt. Without a care, she whipped off the Henley shirt she had on and wriggled into the new t-shirt. She grinned and winked at the people who had noticed the mild bit of exhibition. Sweater stuffed into her ubiquitous bag and coach checked, Sarah joined the hot, sweaty crowd as the main band took the stage.
For the next forty-five minutes, she lost herself to the mob mentality of a concert—dancing to the music, shouting with the band, head banging with the crowd, and forgetting all about what had drawn her in. Then, her eyes roamed as her hunger pushed itself to the forefront of her mind. She held speculative gazes just long enough to show interest without being desperate. She shared a bottle of water with one of the bolder men—pouring some of the water over herself in faux attempt to cool off and to mimic sweat from the dance. She let another one come in close and stake his claim as concert continued on.
Then came the drummer’s solo, giving the lead singer time to rest his voice. The drums beat through the building, vibrating everything in it as the other band members encouraged the crowd to jump and head bang. The moment the drums’ primal pounding rocked through Sarah, she knew this was it. She needed to get her prey somewhere private or risk everything.
As she pulled the man close and licked the sweat from the side of his neck, she pushed her power, just enough, to get his full attention. Looking him in the eye, she mouthed the word, “Bathroom.” He nodded, willing to follow her anywhere.
They weren’t the first couple pushing themselves into the bathroom amidst kisses and groping. The first stall, locked, was filled with gasps and grunts. The second was empty, then occupied, as Sarah pushed him in and closed the door behind them.
Clothing askew and dragging on the dirty floor, she took him as she rode him hard, pretending wild wantonness. Holding him up as he sagged in orgasmic release and the pleasure of the bite, she tasted alcohol, drugs, and blood in a single, long draught. When she had had enough, she leaned against him, straddling his lap, pretending exhaustion in soft pants against his neck amidst soft kisses and a lick to close the wound.
“Babe, that was awesome. You’re wild.”
Sarah smiled, knowing he was looking at a brunette he’d never see again. “It was just what I needed.”
He watched her dress and grabbed a wrist as she buttoned her jeans. “What’s your name?”
“No names. Let this be a story for the ages. Maybe I’ll see you at another concert.”
He nodded, looking disappointed as she smoothed her clothes and left him behind.
Sarah didn’t look back as she got her purse and all but fled the tiny concert venue. It was so rare that she took directly from her prey like that—spur of the moment—with reason. She rode high on the drugs in her system and on the feeding itself. Usually, she kept herself distant and cold. Feeding was needed sustenance and nothing more. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t exciting. That way lay the madness of the beast.
Yet, tonight, was the best she’d had in ages. And she wanted more like it.
This was something that couldn’t be allowed. She had to keep control. Always in control. Always.
Paying her cover fee at the door, the bouncer nodded at her with a smile.
Sarah stopped by the merch table and bought a Rhapsody of Blood t-shirt. Without a care, she whipped off the Henley shirt she had on and wriggled into the new t-shirt. She grinned and winked at the people who had noticed the mild bit of exhibition. Sweater stuffed into her ubiquitous bag and coach checked, Sarah joined the hot, sweaty crowd as the main band took the stage.
For the next forty-five minutes, she lost herself to the mob mentality of a concert—dancing to the music, shouting with the band, head banging with the crowd, and forgetting all about what had drawn her in. Then, her eyes roamed as her hunger pushed itself to the forefront of her mind. She held speculative gazes just long enough to show interest without being desperate. She shared a bottle of water with one of the bolder men—pouring some of the water over herself in faux attempt to cool off and to mimic sweat from the dance. She let another one come in close and stake his claim as concert continued on.
Then came the drummer’s solo, giving the lead singer time to rest his voice. The drums beat through the building, vibrating everything in it as the other band members encouraged the crowd to jump and head bang. The moment the drums’ primal pounding rocked through Sarah, she knew this was it. She needed to get her prey somewhere private or risk everything.
As she pulled the man close and licked the sweat from the side of his neck, she pushed her power, just enough, to get his full attention. Looking him in the eye, she mouthed the word, “Bathroom.” He nodded, willing to follow her anywhere.
They weren’t the first couple pushing themselves into the bathroom amidst kisses and groping. The first stall, locked, was filled with gasps and grunts. The second was empty, then occupied, as Sarah pushed him in and closed the door behind them.
Clothing askew and dragging on the dirty floor, she took him as she rode him hard, pretending wild wantonness. Holding him up as he sagged in orgasmic release and the pleasure of the bite, she tasted alcohol, drugs, and blood in a single, long draught. When she had had enough, she leaned against him, straddling his lap, pretending exhaustion in soft pants against his neck amidst soft kisses and a lick to close the wound.
“Babe, that was awesome. You’re wild.”
Sarah smiled, knowing he was looking at a brunette he’d never see again. “It was just what I needed.”
He watched her dress and grabbed a wrist as she buttoned her jeans. “What’s your name?”
“No names. Let this be a story for the ages. Maybe I’ll see you at another concert.”
He nodded, looking disappointed as she smoothed her clothes and left him behind.
Sarah didn’t look back as she got her purse and all but fled the tiny concert venue. It was so rare that she took directly from her prey like that—spur of the moment—with reason. She rode high on the drugs in her system and on the feeding itself. Usually, she kept herself distant and cold. Feeding was needed sustenance and nothing more. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t exciting. That way lay the madness of the beast.
Yet, tonight, was the best she’d had in ages. And she wanted more like it.
This was something that couldn’t be allowed. She had to keep control. Always in control. Always.
Kidding!