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red.  I needed more blood, and there were more bodies in that club, and I was going to take what was mine to take, as a bloodrite.  I wiped the blood from my face and confidently found my way back inside.  I saw a very sexy man standing by the bar, walked straight up to him and slid my hand under his t-shirt.  He turned around swiftly, and I smiled, and immediately his expression softened, his pupils dilated, and he returned my smile.  This guy was more like Luca – tall and dark and deeply hot.  Would this guy be the one to make me feel the way Luca had?
    “Come with me,” I said, and he bloody well did.  So much for the chase!
    I turned around, and he followed, his hands on my hips, caressing me, awakening primal desires.  I pushed my butt back against him, teasing him, and I felt him respond.  I smirked to myself.  I was the master of this – a seductress!  And I was hungry.  I wanted sex.  SEX!  Contact!  Lust!  Connection!  And I wanted to drink.  I wanted to take.  To be in command, to rule the men I could now have. 
    I wanted to bite him.  I wanted to kiss him.  And now I could do both. 
    I’d gone from a life of not wanting anything, to wanting everything and anything and wanting them bad.  It was intoxication.  It made me tingle with excitement and my head rush with deep pleasure. 
    We didn’t make it far into the alley, not far enough to see the first guy I’d brought this way, before our hands were all over each other.  I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, lightly stroked his jaw and neck, down over his t-shirt – then inside.  Good looking and muscular, this guy was fine to touch.  My body wanted him.  But it wasn’t like it had been with Luca, he didn’t do that for me.  But it still felt so, so good. 
    I ripped off his t-shirt, and his eyes opened wide at my strength.  But it also turned him on.  He covered me in kisses, pulling the collar of my dress low, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples and then his hands went lower, stroking my butt, and the top of my thighs, rubbing me though my pants.  I felt so hot for him. 
    I rubbed him too, then fumbled at his belt and freed him and then we really had fun.  He fucked me hard, pushing me against a wall, lifting me off the ground.  I felt him deeply inside me, filling me up.  We both breathed hard, breathless, and shit, he was goood.  I felt close to exploding, but I wanted more.  My teeth tingled and lengthened and I sank them deeply into his neck.  For a minute he faltered, and took a sharp breath, but then things changed and he just pumped into me harder and we both fucking came as I sucked his blood.  Shit, he was hot.  I drank, and drank, and he tasted fucking good, too.  It sure wasn’t souls connecting, but his blood had a pure essence thing going on and it made me chime inside as it filled me up.
    As I drank the realisation hit me, an awareness of my actions, and I knew I had to stop.  But I couldn’t.  I wanted to stop, but I needed him, what he contained, to be in me.  I tried to retract me teeth, to let him go, and I couldn’t.  But suddenly I found a new resolve, and just like that, I did it. 
    I caught his head and lowered him to the floor.  I could still hear his pulse, faintly.  I didn’t know what to do, but then I had an idea – what if I gave him some of my blood?  Would that turn him into a vampire?  Would that be better than him being dead?  But no, according to all the films he had to be killed to become a vampire.
    I must have been killed.
    I’m dead.
    Undead.
    Shite.
    I bit my wrist, feeling a quick twin sting, and then placed my wrist, blood flowing, against his mouth.  It dripped at a fast rate down his throat, and then his lips and eyes twitched and he started to suck.  It felt weird, like he was suckling me, but strangely pleasant.  I heard his heartbeat grow stronger, but as I fed him I felt my own hunger growing and knew I had to get away from him, or