Marcilla screeches to a halt in front of one of the city's local bars... rumored to be frequented by both kindred and kine. Slipping from her candy apple red Lamborghini, she tosses the keys to the nearest valet with a smile. Hell that ought to be tip enough, but no... She always leaves them a hearty tip when she returns to retrieve the car. Stepping from the outside to the inner dimness of the loud boisterous tavern, Marcilla is dismayed to find a bar-fight already in progress and turns to leave.... Until...

One who strikes up a conversation with her... flatters her...with kind words.. She smells the desire of him... as it's signifying chemical seeps from him and permeates the air. Sensitive nostrils thrive on the scent. They exchange a few words, now oblivious to the surroundings of the crowd. The woman takes interest in the mortal and asks him if he would like to chat somewhere more "private". Readily agreeing to this she adds that her apartment is near-by unless he had somewhere else in mind.

They are silent in the short journey to her apt building. Anxiously the noble countess parks the car, and they ride the elevator to the top floor... the penthouse... where she resides. Tossing her keys to the nearest table she remarks, "You are either brave or a fool." The best he can come up with is a look of confusion, as she closes the door behind him and it latches with a thick and heavy click. He looks to her in eager anticipation. Dark eyes observe him carefully, assessing him as he meets her gaze and replies about what a "nice place" she has.

Wordlessly, Marcilla beckons this stranger to the balcony that surrounds her entire penthouse suite. Obviously impressed, he gasps and replies, "Wow!" as he looks over the city. Maneuvering behind him, she waits for him to turn then presses her body close to his as he faces her. Gazing into her eyes bravely, she can hear his heart begin to pound in his chest, as he becomes excited. She breathes in long drawn out words that lull him softly. "Tell me something"   "Yes? He replies "What did you seek that made you willing to follow me anywhere? You don't even know my name." He seems suddenly agitated. "Uh, why do you ask?" Then turns red at the answer in his head.

..the hunter whispers in a voice that hangs in the air like the scent of thick musk. "Tell me....." As  fingertips trail lightly down his chest. " ...I...Well, you know... " The left side of her lips curl into a half smirk  "No... tell me "He turns a little more red "I wanted to....um have... Um.. " Fingers now teasingly delve into the waistband of his pants, as she waits for the answer, her face a mere hairs breadth from his. His eyes go wider.  "I wanted.... Um... to have.... Um... sex" Marcilla smiles all too knowingly "Of  course you did"  He breathes easier now that he said it. "Now don't you feel better?" She asks. "Hmmm?" Her voice lulls, and he only nods.

The Countess rakes her nails against the hardness that grows between them, and his eyes grow wider in response, as he becomes more aroused. The palm of her right hand continues to stroke and caress him. "You like that don't you? " He Nods, " Y...Yeah..." "MMmmmm of course you do"

Her left hand slides up his side... nails gently scraping him... they send chills up his spine and he shivers. She knows he wants her badly. Staring deep into his eyes a moment before hers close, she leans in closer and her left hand entwines in his hair, leading him into the sparse distance that separates the two of them. "I...God, I want you.... " he whispers.

Lips press to his, kissing him passionately, her tongue diving into his mouth, consuming it. He leans into the kiss willingly, with wide eyes still. The grip in his hair tightens as the smell of fetid roses permeates the air. His arousal is obvious as she gives pause to his words and whispers almost inaudibly. "Do you believe in God?" Dragging her tongue across his left cheek, then nibbling on his left ear while she waits for his response. "Right now, you are God..." he replies and closes his eyes. Her hands have their own agenda and never cease, relentlessly caressing his hardened flesh, and she  moans her reply into his ear. "Ohhhhh yessssss.... Heads turn slightly and he kisses her again.  Wrapping his arms around her. "I want you more than anything!" Her moan turns slightly feral and he assumes it is her arousal. The hand in his hair tightens then yanks backwards slightly. His back  bows and presses against the railing.  For a moment she considers taking him here, as he flinches and wonders if she likes it rough. Casually he slips his hands on her hips, looking at her. For an instants distraction, she cannot lose control... not now. Gripping the hardness that strains against his  pants. He shivering moans softly in response. "Ohh...." Soft kisses cover his nose, eyes and cheek, then once more she nibbles on his ear, while he wishes she would take him. She knows this... His body  betrays... his eyes close... and she whispers... "Do you want me as much as I want you?" "Yes... And more... " He replies "Mmmmmmmmmmm." her breath heavy in his ear. From this angle he does not see the flash in her eyes...(He slides his hands off her hips and up her side...) or the smile that reveals 2 perfect fangs a moment before they pierce his waiting flesh. She grips him tightly with both  hands as he shudders in her grasp. "What...What's happening?" he asks with wide-eyed fear.

His question goes unanswered, or does it? Fangs retract as his heart pumps the heated rush of his blood into her mouth. A flinch before another question. "What are you doing? " Any other time she would think he was a fool and would silence his incessant questions but no... tonight she hungers. She tastes the heated passion of his lust, the new taste of fear sends his blood speeding through his body towards a destination it will never reach. He begins to calm and her hands sooth him, caressing his body, as once more he closes his eyes. This time in acceptance of the sweet oblivion of her kiss knowing she consumes his life's blood. Hands that once rested upon her hips fall to his side listlessly. "I must stop" she thinks, Her mind sees only the red taste upon her lips... hears only his now slowing heartbeat. Still he fills her mouth with the coppery wonder of his essence that rushes to her in a passionate crimson swirl. His moan becomes a whine. The beast demands more.... And is denied. Releasing him, his weak body limp in her arms. Pressing the flat of her tongue up his tender neck, the wounds heal. His weight held easily in her arms, he fights for consciousness. Blood stains her lips, licking them, looking at him, waiting for his eyes to open. They flutter open, and for an instant he  sees the red flash... Wondering in his feeble mind if this is real and she kisses him. A raspy "Huh?!? "  Is all that is offered. The tongue that bears the taste of his own blood dives into his mouth and stark  reality crashes down around him. Senses return. "You bit...me? " She whispers softly " run... "

"Run?" he pauses too long " What do you mean? " "You still want me don't you? " she asks in  wonder of his slow response. "Hell no You Neck bite'n slut " He cries before turning to jump from the balcony of her high-rise apartment, and she gives him a push for good measure, angry that he beat her to the punch. His voice echoes in the night before he hits the ground with a splat that reminds her of rotten fruit. Casually she calls 911. "We have a jumper."