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Blood Lust- Pt 2
Blood Lust- Pt 2
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Tara quickly left the wharf area and found a cab on the main road. It was only an hour to sunrise but thankfully her apartment wasn’t far. The cab driver kept looking in the rear view mirror, Tara’s allure was particularly strong after feeding.
She was beautiful, her features refined and feminine, her black tightly fitting dress revealing her every curve. Her piercing dark blue eyes seemed to beckon, her sensuality oozing from every pore. The plump, slightly balding cabbie sat there mesmerised by her presence and occasionally their eyes met, he grinning like a fool and she seeing a large blood bag. A shame she’d just fed, couldn’t drink another drop.
‘That’ll be $10.50 lady,’ he announced, pulling over to the curb. She handed him a twenty and he went to give her change.
‘Keep it,’ she said. ‘You can earn it another time.’
The cabbie smiled, no quite understanding the comment, but happy to make a little extra. If she had suggested it; he would have driven her for free. He normally didn’t have such elegant and pleasing customers.
The apartment block was heavily secured and the doorman opened the tall brass, glass plated door and bowed as she entered. Swiping her key card, the secondary door opened and she quickly made her way to the lifts. Another swipe and it was all the way to the penthouse.
Tara felt a little disappointed she’d stooped to such a low quality feeding and the alcohol lingered to remind her. As distasteful as it was, she needed it and the day simply did not turn out how she’d planned. Security in most of the quality clubs was getting annoying and several times she’d been interrupted and had to flee. The south side was always fruitful but the feeding hardly the same.
The penthouse was glass all around with spectacular views of the city skyline and with a touch of a switch the glass turned black and became impenetrable to light. Her bedroom was doubly sealed and had its own security system, monitoring the entrance and all rooms. The rooms were huge and filled with modern streamlined Italian furnishings and original art hung from most internal walls. Subdued lighting dotted the open areas, warm lamps and wall lights giving the apartment a soft radiance.
Tara began to undress, slowly and methodically as was her way. First her shoes and silk stockings, then her dress and finally her beautiful laced bra and panties, all black. She stopped for a moment in front of a cheval mirror and viewed herself. She was beautiful in every sense, every shape and curve pleasing to the eye. Her plump round breasts were pert and perfectly balanced with her slim but shapely hips and legs. Her body was perfect and she knew it, wryly smiling before going to the shower.
The water felt as though it washed away the human filth that so often made her feel like gagging. Humanity was so far behind her she could barely remember or even want to. As she turned to reach for the shampoo, she startled. Audren stood before her, his piercing eyes fixed on hers.
‘What are you doing here?’ she snapped.
‘Is that any way to treat your maker?’
‘No, I didn’t mean that, just wasn’t expecting you.’
Audren slowly paced the bathroom tiles, his hands grasped firmly behind his back. Tara turned off the shower and went to grab a towel from the rack. His large masculine hand got there first and offered it to her. She gingerly took it, knowing all was not right.
‘You were careless tonight.’
She looked pensively to the floor, knowing he was right. ‘It was the hunger, I was desperate.’
‘We all need to feed, but you just can’t leave bloodless corpses around. If I hadn’t cleaned up after you that drunk would have been front page news tomorrow.’
‘I’m sorry Auden; I won’t let it happen again.’
Auden turned squarely toward Tara, his eyes unblinking. ‘One would have thought two hundred years might have taught you to take care of business Tara. This carelessness must stop, or there’ll be ramifications.’
‘I know, I...I’m sorry. It’s just....’
‘It’s just what Tara, what could possibly be an excuse for this strange, irresponsible behaviour?’
Tara shook her head slightly. ‘No, none; there is no excuse. I’ll fix it. It won’t happen again.’
Auden’s expression hardened, knowing there was something else there, something no said. But in his tolerant mood he chose to let it go. ‘All right, Tara. We both need to rest.’
She looked up and Auden was gone. Tara sighed and leant on the vanity looking in the mirror; her face now drawn with anxiety. ‘Shit!’
Part 3 available now.