She could have pretended the first sentence was a fluke. self-protection, like she told herself the adjacent morning. For the succeeding few workweek even ; until, honestly, it had happened again. And again. And again, all in one hebdomad, during the electrical storm that plagued her city. She couldn't pretend it was a fluke anymore.

Sarah preened in the reflection of a closed bar shop window. She studied her brilliant blue angel hair- well, not so brilliant anymore. The color had gradually bled from her curl, betraying the streaked darkness blonde she tried to hide. Her smudged eyeshadow looked like two contusion on either side of her olfactory organ in the faint light. Joseph Eggleston Johnston Street was poorly lit so late in the eve ; the bars and their caterwauling clientele were another three blocks over. The just building of any note on the street was the populace library and it'd been shuttered since six.

There was a sudden clang from the corner of the road.

Sarah's wet eyes whipped to the auditory sensation. A staggering, lumpy shadow straightened a tumble scum bin and cursed. Loudly, slurred. The stream of consciousness, just out of hearing, was interrupted by a peal of neural laughter. The glowering face of the frame turned towards the charwoman by the strip mall, across the small-scale parking lot.

"‘ Aye, you !"

It happened again. Blood rushed to Sarah's head, filling her auricle with atmospheric static. Her sens strained- no, they sharpened. She could taste his caustic sweat on the breeze, smell his boozey breathing space. His heart beat slowly in his throat. She could practically feel his pulsing under her fingertips already. Under her lips. He was still yards away but she could taste him in the back of her oral fissure.

The drunk stumbled forward, propelled by something unknowable to Sarah. If she'd moved her middle from the man to the window she would have understood ; as her lungs filled with the malodour of him she seemed to inflate. Her hitch hair shined and floated around her glow cheek, illuminated by her round blue eyes. They literally gleamed, lit from within like a lightening bug. She bared her teeth and curled her finger into claws. Her dresser heaved under her jersey. Every new breath filled her with increase fervor. Every sentence she breathed, he was drawn further into her piece.

He flew across the parking lot into her arms. Or rather, he dragged her into his arms and flung them both into the window. His hands fumbled their way under her sweater over the swell of her breasts and the slight bra hiding them from his harassment. As the stranger groped her Sarah lowered her boldness to his neck and sniffed, deep. He stank of cheap liquor and cigarettes, dirty linoleum and- cocaine, perhaps ? That was new. New was fun. Sarah hovered over his jugular, heaving, starving, and the stranger finally yanked her bra down and pinched her stiff nipple.

With a maze Sarah sunk her tooth into the man's throat. Her dogtooth elongated, piercing his pulsating pulp with razor-sharp points. He shuddered as his skin tore then quickly stilled and brought one hand down to Sarah's skirt. When he lifted it over her hip there was nothing else in the way of his searching finger's breadth ; by now Sarah knew not to tire panties. They only got in the way.

Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as the for the first time fall of the man's stock hit her tongue and his fingertips skimmed her wet mess. He tasted as bad as he stank but the keen tang of his origin was already turning Sarah's head. Rum was so very much stronger filtered through an alcoholic. Sarah's teeth retracted, releasing a splurt of coppery stemma. She flicked her tongue against the punctures on the man's neck, irritating the vessels.

"roll in the hay,"he moaned, his chest of drawers vibrating against Sarah's. He rammed three fingers into her pussy unceremoniously and hooked his hand against her crotch. The tush of his palm rasped against her throbbing clit.

Sarah pulled away from his throat."more,"She admonished, and the man obeyed without hesitation. He rubbed her clit with one hand and shirked his pant with the other, exposing himself. He was already hard, a little disappointing in girth but plenteousness long. Sarah allowed him to prop her leg up on his arm and he thrust into her, grunting. lineage seeped from the wound on his neck, soaking the collar of his work shirt. His name was stitched onto the pouch but Sarah hadn't bothered to look.

Sarah licked the pedigree dripping down his throat and latched onto his punctures again. As she sucked he fucked, pounding their pelvic girdle against the window. Her interior burned but it wasn't enough ; her orgasm flirted just out of stretch. Almost as soon as she'd thought it the man reached down between them and slew two fingers into her cunt, skewering her on his deal and cock. She moaned into his throat and he slipped another finger into her hot, sopping hole.

Sarah's tooth descended again as her culmination neared. She writhed her hips onto the stranger's rooster and hand, working her clit against his quarter round. She was stuffed full, almost- She was so close-

The man slurped beside her ear then something prodded her arse. The man pulled her finisher, profoundly, and first one, then two, digit popped into her tight whoreson. She bit down hard on the man's neck as her pussy spasmed. Hot blood splattered her throat, covering the crazy gargling screams she released. The man hollered, his vocalisation echoing down the street, but Sarah was too enthral in her own Adam to placard. She didn't even notice when her teeth closed, clicking against each other, while she tore straight through the man's neck. She clutched his still trunk to her until her orgasm subsided then let his dead exercising weight drop.

Sarah spat shoot flesh and Albert Gore Jr.. Her sluttish sweater was coated in blood, hanging heavy on her articulatio humeri, and her skirt was hiked over her bare hip. She straightened her habiliment, fruitlessly wiped her stained mouth against her forearm, and walked away from the man's hitch organic structure. She wasn't entirely for sure he was deadened, but it didn't matter. The living ones didn't remember her.

Sarah hadn't told herself it wouldn't happen again in a while. There was really no point. One way or another, someone else would roll up inside her and she'd feast again. She had to. It felt too good to finish .