Cassie felt the snap of cool air as she walked outside of the nightclub. Will was right on her trail and made his move on her. He had no way of knowing that the hot chick he was following was leading him towards his doom. 

“Alright? We’ve got some fresh air. We’re alone.” He held her elbow and turned her to back her up against the brickwork. “So?” Cassie’s back bumped against the wall and she stared up at Will and his lady killer smile. He caged her there with one hand braced against the wall, and his other hand lifted her chin. Oh fuck, I want to bite him so badly. I’m so hungry. She pursed her lips together to hide her fangs. “How about some sugar?” He leaned down slowly to kiss her, bringing his neck closer. It became the focus of her attention, and her fingers dug into the wall behind her as she fought the urge to bite him. She felt herself losing the fight and reached up to take hold of his shoulders. But a different pair of hands landed on his shoulders before hers could. 

Sylas appeared behind Will and pulled him off her with such force, he flew across the alley and collided with the opposite wall. 

“Oh good. Fast food.” Sylas smirked at Cassie, his eyes red, his fangs peering hungrily over his thin lips, and blood smeared around his mouth. “You’re a natural, Cassandra. Getting him to follow you so easily out from the safety of the herd and into the shadows with you? Like it was his idea. Good girl.” The odd desire to preen herself whispered behind her eyes, but she was too hungry and too busy freaking out to fluster at her sire’s praise. “Now watch, take note, and stay close.” Cassie was stunned at first, and watched as Sylas licked his lips, looking her up and down like she was the most delicious treat he’d ever seen. He wanted to cup the back of her head and let her taste the blood on his lips. There would be time for that later. “Will, was it?” He chuckled and glided over to the human who was trying to pick himself up from the floor. He was winded from the impact with the wall, and Will scowled up at Sylas. 

“Hey, Crow reject? I’m going to break your fucking face.” Will walked his hands up the alley wall and raised his fists ready. 

“No, you’re not.” Sylas cocked his head to one side and stared directly into Will’s eyes. He walked slowly, unwavering and without blinking into striking range. Cassandra shuffled forward, worried that there would be a fight. I’ve never had to fight anyone before. What do I do? Is Sylas going to attack him. Wait, what’s wrong with him? Will suddenly seemed to be under the influence of something. Like he was stoned out of his mind. His body sagged forward and his fists fell to his sides. “You are going to kindly offer your neck to myself and my beautiful bride. Remain still, relaxed, and do not make a sound.” Sylas’s voice seemed like a layered whisper, and he swung his left hand across his body to reach for her. “Come, Cassandra. Feast with me.” Her hand trembled as she placed it in his, and he drew her towards Will. “Now, we can’t kill him, so you need to listen to my instructions. But don’t worry? You’ll get your fill.” He held his bride’s waist and walked her up to their prey. She felt the heat of his presence at her back, and she wanted to melt back into his arms. Sylas’s embrace betrayed how precious she was to him, and how aroused he was. His right hand caressed up her midriff, followed the curve of her breasts and he felt how she panted with need. Cassandra needed to drink deeply from Will. She needed to turn her head and kiss Sylas. She needed to find stable ground between her hunger for blood, and her hunger for her sire. She pressed her backside against his groin, and he was hard. He wants me too. Will’s smell filled her nose, and she stared at his throbbing jugular, like it was waving at her to come and taste him. She hissed and tried to throw herself at him, but Sylas took hold of her jaw to stop her. “Steady now.” He chuckled. “If you give in to the blood lust, you’ll kill him. Calm and controlled is the way.” His lips spoke to her neck, and the thought of him biting her made her hunger swing full force back towards her desire to fuck. When I fed from Sylas, I wanted to fuck him. He wanted me too. He wants me know. I-fuck-I can’t think. I need-I-I need-I. 

“If I don’t feed or fuck, right now, I’m going to go fucking crazy.” She whimpered, far too far gone to care about what she was saying. 

“Let’s feed first, and then if you want to fuck?” Sylas guided her, at last, to bring her mouth to Will’s neck. “Then simply ask, and I’ll gladly give you all you desire.” Cassandra was only half listening. Her fangs pierced Will’s neck and crimson ambrosia hit her tongue. She moaned and sealed her lips around the wound. Her hands gripped Will’s shoulders instinctively to stop him from trying to flee. “Listen to my voice.” Sylas leaned down to speak into her right ear. “Your fangs will control the flow of his bleeding. Lift them out to increase the flow-” Cassandra did just that, and her mouth filled with delicious blood. Sylas chuckled and pushed her head to make her push her fangs back into his neck. “-but you’ll have less time to feed. Keep your fangs in, and you can draw out the feed for longer. His body will handle the shock better. Your fangs aren’t straws, so you still need to suck and swallow.” His hand stroked through her frizzy hair, and tucked it behind her ears to keep it clean. “Try to be neat. You don’t want arterial spray on your clothes. That ends your hunt and fun far too soon.” He sang, and his lips peppered a kiss to the right side of her neck. “We’ll have to sneak off home if you get messy, Cassie. Keep your lips sealed to his neck and you won’t spill any.” His hands gripped at her hips and his fangs pinched at his bottom lip. “Fuck, watching you feed is so hot.” Cassandra mewled, pleased at her sire’s reaction. Sylas leaned back to look down at her ass pressed to his crotch, and fantasised about fucking her as she fed. It would be so easy. He could hitch her sexy black dress around her waist, snap off her underwear, and ram her pussy on his dick until she came, and their prey went. He was so turned on by Cassie rubbing herself against him, and moaning as she fed, that he almost missed the sound of Will’s heart beat slowing down. “Okay. Listen to that? When your prey’s heart is that slow, you have to stop.” But Cassandra didn’t want to stop. She was experiencing nirvana. She wanted to keep drinking from Will until she’d consumed him completely. “Cassandra, don’t push it.” Sylas chuckled and prepared to intervene. “Stop, or I’ll have to stop you.” He moved his hands to her shoulders and played his ace. “Besides? I have another one for you to feed on around the corner. Remember pigtails? She’s very tasty. Don’t you want to take a bite of her?” 

Yes, yes she did. 

Cassandra released Will’s throat like she’d been happily drowning, and just came up for air. She moaned and arched against Sylas. 

“Oh, wow, that-that was incredible.” She glanced at Will, who looked much paler than he did when she first started feeding, like she wanted to take another bite. I swear, it felt like I was going to come if I kept drinking his blood. She didn’t get the chance, as Sylas held her around the middle and moved her to his side. 

“You had way too much to drink tonight, and partied far too hard. You were so drunk, you remember following a sexy blonde outside of the club, and you got really lucky, but it’s a blur.” Will grinned, groggy, and staring with glassy eyes at Sylas. “You had fun, but now you’re tired. You will go home and ignore the bite mark on your neck. You will cover it up, and blame how you feel on getting too drunk. Now go home.” 

“…yeah…” Will walked away like a zombie, and Sylas walked her by her hips from behind to follow. Only, where Will walked onto the main street and turned left, Sylas held her back and turned her to the right to face a blonde woman with pigtails. It was the same woman in the pink mesh catsuit she saw all over Sylas. She had a bite mark on her neck, and the same spacey look in her eyes that Will had. 

“Now, again, and remember?” Sylas chuckled and walked her right up to the woman, so Cassie caged pigtails against the wall. “Use your fangs to control the flow, suck and swallow, and listen for her heart beat. Calm and controlled, means we get to feed and have fun for longer.” 

“R-right.” Cassandra nodded and trembled with need. She nestled against the woman, getting into position, and she licked the remains of Will from her lips. She tried to line her fangs up with the same holes Sylas had formed, but couldn’t. 

“My fangs are bigger than yours.” He practically purred against her neck and braced his hands on the wall on either side of Cassandra and her second ever prey. “Just bite her, and listen for her heart beat.” She nodded, feeling more level-headed now she’d fed once already. She bit lady pigtails, and her blood tasted just as rich as Will’s had. She was so turned on by Sylas pressing against her, like he was hiding her view the world as she fed. It felt intimate, and her body sang with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and her panties were almost as wet as the blood filling her mouth. She cupped her right breast, feeling her hard nipple and pinching it. 

Behind her, Sylas was just as on edge as Cassandra. Watching her touch herself and the feel of her bucking back against him was driving him mad. He ran a hand up through her hair and tugged at it. “There. Her heart beat’s slowing. You need to stop.” But I’m so close! Cassie whimpered as he tugged at her hair again. “Stop, or you risk killing her.” Cassandra whined and released pigtails with a cry. 

“Fuck. I-I was so close too.” 

“Close?” Sylas smirked and rolled Cassandra off pigtails so she rested against the wall beside her. “Hold that thought.” He chuckled, swept his red eyes up and down his sexy bride, and forced himself to focus on the human. “You had way too much to drink tonight, and followed a hot equally drunk guy into the back alley. He fucked you so hard your panties are drenched. You will go home, cover up your would, and ignore it’s existence. You’ll think you’re hung over tomorrow, and get some much needed rest. Now go.” Sylas shoved pigtails so she started to stumble home, and he crawled over to cage his bride between his hands. “Now, you said you were close.”

“Yes.” She answered wantonly. The sight of her licking blood from her lips would be the focal point of his wet dreams for a long time. She was even looking at him like she wanted her sire to ruin her. He lifted his hands from the wall, and moved closer so his forearms braced on either side of her head instead. 

“Cassandra, my bride. My goddess of the night. Would you like me to-”

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly and threw her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him, and her whole body called out with only one all consuming demand. “Fuck me.” 

“With pleasure.”