Emma woke with a gasp, her breath visible in the chilled air. Fear gripped her as she realized she was nude. Grasping for a sense of time, she let her eyes roam the scene. It the back of a van and no natural light was showing so it was still night. “Oh please no, please no,” she whispered. The monster had got loose again. Frantically, she fumbled in the dark until she felt skin, cold skin. The boy with her was dead, completely drained of his life essence. “No!” she hissed. “It’s not fair! I was going to have sex! There was no need for this!” Finding the overhead light, she flicked it on, blinking at the brightness. The boy on the floor of the van was also naked, his face frozen in horror from when the last piece of life was sucked from him. Emma’s own skin was warm and rich with a radiant glow, full of the life she had just taken.
Tears falling, she quickly dressed herself and the boy, silently thankful it wasn’t one of her students. He must have been a virgin though. She could feel the warm power seething through her. She found an ID in his pocket. She was three cities over from the island. At least the demon side of her had sense not to hunt where she lived.
But how did she get here?
Getting her memory back meant tapping into that thing inside of her. Closing her eyes, she let her mind open to the events of the night before. She came out in a cab to a small club, hunting. And like a lion, she found the weakest of the flock. He was sitting sipping on a cherry Coke, trying to figure out how to talk to a girl. It was so easy, telling the boy how sweet he looked, how his body turned her on. It wasn’t a lie. The virginal vibration of a pure life was enough to almost make her salivate. From there it was a simple ride in his van to the woods nearby. The sex had been brief at first, but a second round soon followed his essence coming forth to her until it was no longer.
She sobbed against the wheel. The boy was so young and she had lost control. Normally she was able to control the little bits she took to subdue the demon. But as she sterilized the van, wiping away all traces of herself, she realized it hadn’t been enough. Nothing ever was.
She left the van in a parking lot of a mall, going to a bus stop to get her to a central station where she could catch a ride home in a cab.
Tears falling, she quickly dressed herself and the boy, silently thankful it wasn’t one of her students. He must have been a virgin though. She could feel the warm power seething through her. She found an ID in his pocket. She was three cities over from the island. At least the demon side of her had sense not to hunt where she lived.
But how did she get here?
Getting her memory back meant tapping into that thing inside of her. Closing her eyes, she let her mind open to the events of the night before. She came out in a cab to a small club, hunting. And like a lion, she found the weakest of the flock. He was sitting sipping on a cherry Coke, trying to figure out how to talk to a girl. It was so easy, telling the boy how sweet he looked, how his body turned her on. It wasn’t a lie. The virginal vibration of a pure life was enough to almost make her salivate. From there it was a simple ride in his van to the woods nearby. The sex had been brief at first, but a second round soon followed his essence coming forth to her until it was no longer.
She sobbed against the wheel. The boy was so young and she had lost control. Normally she was able to control the little bits she took to subdue the demon. But as she sterilized the van, wiping away all traces of herself, she realized it hadn’t been enough. Nothing ever was.
She left the van in a parking lot of a mall, going to a bus stop to get her to a central station where she could catch a ride home in a cab.