Chasing Dawn 1: Dances With Darkness

Lights flashed in the nightclub as partygoers danced. The energy was electric. Everyone was lost in the rhythm. All except one.

Jonathan sat by himself by the bar. Drink half empty beside him. He couldn’t even finish it. He didn't fit into these kinds of social scenarios. But his girlfriend did.

Lucy danced to the music. She was so sexy. The way her body swayed as she danced barefoot. Her dress is tight, revealing her shape. She threw her head back as she took a shot of alcohol, her muscular throat pulsating and bulging as she swallowed hard. All eyes on her.

Jonathan watched her go. How he got with a girl like her, he didn't know. She danced her way to him, grabbing him by the hand.

“Come on, handsome.” She smiled. “Don't leave me dancing alone.” She pulled him onto the dance floor. Before he could protest, she kissed him. She stood on the balls of her feet, better reaching his height. Their kiss was passionate.

Jonathan held her in his arms. He opened his eyes, looking past her. He saw numerous men staring, checking her body out. A few had their phones out, recording, snapping pictures. One man aimed down, capturing her bare, arched soles.

“Mmm.” Jonathan paused the kiss. “There's a couple guys checking you out.” He whispered. “And one's taking feet pics.”

“Let them look.” Lucy winked, then kissed Jonathan again. Their lips pressed. They were together, and she was no one's but his.

A figure watched them from a distance. Hidden in the darkness, his eyes were on Lucy, on her body. A serpentine tongue licked a pair of fangs. She was already his… she just didn't know it yet.

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A door opened, Lucy stumbling in as her bare feet met the carpet floor, high heels in hand. Jonathan held the door open for her before closing it behind him.

The private room was small. Just a bed and dim lighting. Kinky. Lucy dumped her heels before flopping face first into bed, groaning.

“Jonathan…” she mumbled. “I think I drank too much.” Jonathan shook his head with a grin. He sat at the foot of the bed. He took her feet in hand and began to massage her slightly dirty soles. “Oh… that's so good…”

“You’re been dancing.” He chuckled, massaging her tired soles. “Pretty good, actually.”

“Sorry…” she moaned.

“It's alright.” He ran his hand up and down her bare leg. “You had fun tonight.” He gave her a smile.

“Hmm…” she rolled onto her side, half asleep. “You're the best boyfriend ever…” her tired eyelids closed and she dozed off. He kissed her head gently.

“I love you.” He whispered, settling down beside her and falling asleep. The sound of the party outside growing faint.

The two slept undisturbed. The blinds blocking out the city lights and pale moon. Only the sound of the breathing was audible. Lucy shifted onto her back, sighing in her sleep. Peaceful.

A figure emerged from the dark. Footsteps silent as it came to stand before the bed. An arm extended, a pale hand out, beckoning.

Come to me.

Lucy's eyes opened. Her stare vacant. Hypnotized. She slowly climbed out of bed. Walking barefoot she approached the figure, and stepped into his arms.

He pulled her up and close, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet, her arched soles bare and exposed. Her chest pressed against his, vulnerable. He held the back of her head and slid his tongue in her mouth, kissing her deeply.

“Mmmm…” she moaned into the kiss. Losing control. Her arms hung limp at her sides, meanwhile his hands roamed, feeling her body. He tilted her head aside, revealing her muscular neck. The sight was inviting.

He kissed his way to her cheek and down her neck. Lips tasting her warm skin. She breathed heavily as he kissed her neck. He bared his fangs and held them over her neck. Sharp teeth, ready to plunge into her soft flesh. Her face was calm, serene… helpless.

He slowly closed his mouth. Not yet. He kissed her neck, sucking gently before kissing his way to her shoulder, then down to her chest. Her head fell back, sighing in pleasure as he kissed across her chest. Her heart was beating hard.

He held her firmly, and pulled her into the dark.

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Early light seeped through the window, waking Jonathan. He squinted his eyes, looking around the private room he was in. He slowly came to. Half a glass of alcohol was enough to dull his senses. But he was sober now.

He looked to his side, finding Lucy sleeping on her side, her back to him. He smiled, feeling her arm.

“Morning…” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her exposed arm.

“Mmm…” she mumbled, rolling onto her back. Her hair was a mess, the dress wrinkled and undone. Barely on her. She looked exhausted, barely getting any sleep at all at night. “Ugh… my head…”

“Alcohol, huh?” Jonathan asked. He looked her up and down, noticing her disheveled state. “Well, you look busy.”

“Yeah… I'm surprised you don't remember.” She shot a grin.

“Wait, what?” Jonathan laughed a little.

“We literally had sex all night long.” She raised him an eyebrow. “You got me here panting. I swear you didn't stop for hours.”

“Really? Huh… I don't remember.” He glanced down at his shirt and slacks. All in one piece.

“Yeah, well…” Lucy shrugged playfully. “Who else did I have sex with, then?” She teased.

“Yeah. I guess you're right.” Jonathan chuckled. “My bad.” They leaned in for a kiss, lips meeting. It was odd he didn't remember anything at all, but surely it was he she had sex with. Afterall, who else could it have been?

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A sarcophagus lay surrounded by darkness. Inside a vampire slept, his face filled with satisfaction. He had tasted Lucy tonight… and now he wanted everything. Felt her under his touch. Her warmth. Her spirit. He was Dracula, and he would take as he pleased.