Dahlia and I were out the night before when we caught the most delicious scent on the air; a human so tempting we could taste her from a mile away. It wasn’t just perfume or skin, it was something deeper, like her insides were calling for us. We decide instantly she’s not just prey; she’s going to be our plaything, our little feed thing, someone we can keep close whenever the thirst hits. So we invite her over like it’s innocent, like we just want to go out together and have fun. The moment she arrives, she can’t help it. Our gothic vampire stares lock onto her eyes and the glamour takes hold, turning her soft, obedient, and blank in the best way. Her thoughts melt away as she steps closer, offering herself without question while we take what we want, slowly and indulgently. When it’s over, she won’t remember the details; she’ll only remember the craving. She’ll emerge eager, needy, and ready to go out with us again, already bonded to her two vampires.
