The Private Rack (Leila)

"Sounds perfect."

She replied to him cheerfully. Leila looked out the window on the ride over. She made small talk if he'd asked but otherwise she kept pretty quiet. Her mind was trying to wrap around the concept of a shape-shifter. Her thoughts roamed to inexplicable places. Wondering if she could have been one had she not been changed and what exactly she was up against, her father and his minions. Once they got to the club she got out of the car altogether more cautiously than she ever would have. She look around her a full circle before closing the door of the car and moving towards the entrance.

Leila's eyes scanned every single person in that line while she tottered along behind him in her heels. It didn't take too long for her to realize she was entirely over dressed.

"Cool place love, wish you would have told me about the dress code."

She joked as she clasped her hand in his and kissed the back of his neck. She didn't even bat an eye about skipping the line, he'd obviously known what he was doing and if he didn't she sure did.

Leila moves into the club with Cross smiling at the bouncers and ignoring the rif raf that didn't make it in. She looked meticulously over the crowd and among the sweltering bodies of hot gyrating people all she thought about the warm blood rapidly pulsing through their veins. She wasn't really in the mood to dance, but she was ready for her first public feeding.

"I want to feel the place out first and have a few drinks before we dance."

She spoke into his ear almost at a yell for him to be able to hear her.

"I like the vibe in here though. It's energetic!"

Cross turns smiling and nods to her leaving her to move at will.

Leila smiled and waved him off. This was her first time seeking food alone. She was nervous about it among other things, but she knew where the men most liked to pick up ladies. So she headed to the bar and waited patiently for either the bartender or some young bachelor to pick her up.

Leila raised her chin in acceptance and tilted her head slightly in a come hither fashion. She sat and waited for the man to join her.

The man ask for two cups of the drink he was having to the bartender and walks closing to Leila. Once there giving her his best smile and offering the glass he says.
"I hope you like it, it's a great coctail called Unlimited Passion"

The so called coctails have a funny bright blue colour that shines with the darklight of the bar.

Leila took the drink and inspected it for a second. He probably thought she was admiring it. But really she thought the drink entirely unappealing. Her smile was polite and gracious however. Then she raised the glass to him for a toast.

"Thank you love, it's a stunning drink. Cheers!"

The glasses rang out in the light ching of the toast and she pretended to take a sip. In that moment she recalled the first time she drank alcohol, celebrating her grandfathers parliament victory right next to her mother. She sighed slightly and her smile soften while she tried to push the memory aside to live in the moment.

"Are you a passionate man Mr...? Perhaps we should go somewhere more private and find that out."

She didn't bother with subtlety at this point she only wanted one thing, the taste of his sweet life force. While she was still a novice at subtle seduction, she did know how to be forward. Most men would appreciate that especially given what they thought she was offering, at least Leila assumed so.

The man drank a little more that the usual initial zip and when Leila said her line her continue drinking until finishing the whole glass. With his glass empty and a smile on his face the man says.
"I'm burning passion babe, let's go!"

Moving alone there are plenty of spots where you can some private quality time with 'dude' the place is crowed and full of noise, you could probably be able to shoot a gun inside and no one will notice, the illumination is poor and the people is too high or simply on their own bussines to notice anything.

A dark corner among the place that was not taken at the moment by other honry members of the club, 'dude' collaborates and once on the spot he turns and smiles trying to move you to the corner and probably kiss you, at least at first.

Leila sat her drink on the bar without hesitation and strolled through the club with him looking for the most discrete area she could find.

"There's a good spot."

She sang out into his ears as she led him to it.

After moving to the mostly private corner. Leila lets him kiss her, using the time to consider what would be the best way to drink from him. She knew the fastest way was to drink from his neck, but she felt the pleasure of the kiss would be an overwhelming sensation for him if not masked by something more.

She was nervous, her lips quivered slightly under his kisses. Her hands traveled down his stomach to the buckle on his pants. She wanted this over as quickly as possible and if that meant she just got him off then that was what was going to happen. She began to loosen the clasps on the buckle and then the button and zipper if he did not object.

Passionate as he was Leila was not interested in what he could really offer her. After her experience with Cross the night before he was different but still no match. She felt the heat from his hands and lips exciting her regardless of her thoughts. Her hands continued to manipulate his pants until she could get to his boxers and feel his man hood. Her thin fingers wrapped around his cock and she started to stroke him the same way she had her father almost every night of her life.

She had to stifle a hiss and mask it with a groan. She had manage to still think about him, that horrible vile creature that he was. Her fingers began to pump this guy in front of her with the increased intensity of her frustrations. She moved her kisses to a trail from his chin to his jaw. Down to his neck she licked the area she'd wanted to bite so he could get used to the sensations there. Moments later her fangs extended discretely in between a kiss and without a pause she bit down into the fleshy skin on his neck and began drinking the crucial element of her existence. His warm coppery blood.

Leila drank to her own pleasure as well. The feeling of life once again overwhelming her senses. Each ounce of his vitae was carefully taken so as not to spill even a single drop. His moans stirred her own but she could feel the first threshold coming, and though she was reluctant she did not wish his death. She actually wanted to see the man again if she could. Finally the first threshold arrived and she stopped herself drinking any further. She licked the wounds she'd made in his neck and quickly cleaned her mouth of any blood residue with her tongue.

Once she was sure any evidence of her deceit was cleared free she looked down at his cock in her hands checking to see if he had spent his load below as well.

The man was absolutly satisfied, no blood on sight and every one around seem to be still managing their bussiness without notice the monster's attack next to them.

At first sight nothing poped to her eyes but suddenly a chlroide smell got to Leila's nose, that was ackwardly familiar to her, even as she walked away from 'dude' the smell continued following her.

Leila fixed the man up and left him there to recover from her assault. She was quite proud of herself. It seemed as though she'd had a successful first public meal. The pangs of gnawing thirst eased though she still felt a looming hunger.

As she walked through the club she initially looked for Cross or her second helping, but she caught of waft of a smell. The smell was so familiar, so distinct at first with as paranoid as she was she looked around her for her father. The stench reminded her of all the many times after he'd had his way with her. She looked around for him, everyone of her senses on edge, also looking for Cross in the process.

Leila started walking nervously to the exit trying to find a better spot to look around since in the middle of the crowd was almost impossible to see farther than just a few yards. Eventually she got to the exit row where people were lining up just to walk outside, there were a few security guards on.

Even as hard as she was looking Leila was not able to distinct her father from the Crowd.