I stepped out of the building, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a balm against the heat that still clung to my skin. My heart was pounding, my mind swirling with everything I'd witnessed that day. The office… that place. It was no ordinary workplace. It was a world where reality bent, where wrong felt right, where desire wasn't hidden in shadows but flaunted in the light.
I walked slowly, my heels clicking softly on the pavement as I made my way through the parking area. My body was tense, every nerve still humming from the memory of William's touch, his voice, his terrifying words. A vampire… he had said it like a truth. But what did it mean? A creature that drinks blood? That hunts in the night? But William wasn't drinking blood. No… he was feeding on something else. Pleasure. Lust. The raw, electric energy that crackled between bodies. He breathed it in like air, like it was his lifeforce.
My thoughts shattered as I rounded a corner.
There he was.
William.
Leaning against a car, his naked body glistening under the streetlights, powerful and beautiful like a predator at rest. Every muscle of his frame caught the silver glow, carved in shadows and light - a sculpture of hunger and power brought to life. His chest rose and fell in deep, steady breaths, as if he owned the night, as if the world itself moved to the rhythm of his desire.
His hands gripped the woman's hips with command, fingers splayed wide, digging into soft flesh, anchoring her to him. His palms moved with purpose, guiding her, controlling her, making her body dance to the tempo he set. She arched into him, helpless against the pull, lost in the storm of his touch.
He drew her close, so close, their bodies fused, skin on skin, heat upon heat. His hips moved slow, deliberate, each thrust deep and measured, claiming her inch by inch, as if savoring the taste of victory, as if feeding on her surrender.
The woman moaned, low at first, then louder, her voice echoing against the concrete walls of the parking lot. His mouth found her throat, her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin, devouring the sounds of her pleasure like wine. His lips brushed her ear, whispering words too soft for the night to hear, promises or curses, it didn't matter - she melted beneath him, for him, because of him.
Her hands clawed at his back, at his arms, desperate for more, desperate to hold on as he unraveled her with every motion, every breath.
And he - William - moved like a king in his domain, like a lion with his prize. There was no shame, no secrecy, only the raw, pure act of taking, of feeding, of consuming the pleasure that poured from her in waves.
His pace quickened, just slightly, enough to draw another cry from her lips, enough to make her tremble, enough to make the world blur around them.
The night belonged to him.
And as I stood there, watching, unable to look away, I felt the burn of it deep inside me - the heat, the hunger, the terrifying beauty of the predator at rest no longer, but at the height of his power.
William was not just feeding on her body - he was drinking in the pleasure, the desire, the surrender. It was his air, his lifeblood. And I realized, with a shiver, that this was what he truly was.
Not a man.
Not a lover.
A creature of need.
A vampire of lust.
And I couldn't stop watching.
Her head was thrown back, the cascade of her hair catching the silver glow of the streetlights, her throat bare and offered, her mouth open in a cry that sounded more like music than shame. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in, clutching at him as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had dissolved into pleasure and need. Each sound that fell from her lips filled the quiet parking lot, soft at first, then louder - a song of surrender, of giving herself up to him completely.
And for a moment…
For one dangerous, breathless moment…
I forgot everything.
The strangeness of the day.
The fear that had wrapped itself around my heart.
The terrible, terrible truth that only I seemed to see.
All of it melted away.
All I saw was him.
William, powerful and sure, his body moving with a rhythm that spoke of control and possession, of a hunger that could never be sated. His hands commanding, his mouth devouring her sounds, his eyes half-closed, lost in the act of taking.
And I thought - I want that.
I wanted to be the woman in his arms.
I wanted to feel his strength wrapped around me.
I wanted to be the one who gave herself over so completely, who was consumed by him, who lost herself in that storm.
Heat flushed through me, pooling low in my belly, making my breath catch, my knees weaken. My heart pounded so loud I thought it might break through my chest.
But then -
A deep breath.
A single, desperate breath.
And I remembered.
This wasn't real.
Or rather - it was too real.
What he did, what he was doing - it wasn't just to her. It wasn't just to those women in the office. Somehow, in some terrible way, his power reached beyond his touch. It bent reality itself. It slipped under my skin, into my mind, making me want what I shouldn't, making me crave what I feared.
No.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut him out, trying to find myself again beneath the haze.
For a second - just a second - I felt the pull ease.
And I knew:
He wasn't just taking their pleasure.
He was trying to take mine too.
And I?
I wasn't shocked anymore. Not really. Not after what I'd seen, what I'd felt.
I just watched, my breath shallow, my body aching with a heat I didn't want to name. The way his muscles flexed with each thrust, the way his lips curved against her skin, the way she trembled in his grasp - it was hypnotic, obscene, beautiful.
He's not just feeding on her pleasure, I thought. He's pulling it into himself, making it his. Like it keeps him alive.
I tore my eyes away, forcing myself to keep walking. My legs felt weak, my heart racing for reasons I couldn't admit.
Near the gate, I spotted Nancy. She stood waiting, her smile warm, her eyes soft with affection.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice low, knowing.
"I… I don't know," I admitted.
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me, and before I could react, she kissed my cheek - soft, lingering, sweet.
"You'll be fine," she whispered. "See you tomorrow."
I blushed, warmth spreading across my skin, and managed a small smile as she turned and walked away.
I left the building compound, my mind still lost in the storm of the day. The streets felt empty, the city's usual noise muffled under the weight of my thoughts.
I walked, needing the time, needing the distance, needing to clear my head.
But I couldn't.
What exactly is a vampire?
The question echoed again and again. I'd grown up thinking of monsters in the night, fangs, blood, death. But William - he didn't fit. He drank pleasure. Fed on it. Thrived on it.
And I'd almost let him take it from me.
The memory of his arms around me, his hands on my chest, his breath at my ear - it made my body burn with shame, with something darker, deeper.
No, I told myself. Don't think about it.
But I couldn't stop.
By the time I reached home, my heart was still racing, my skin still warm. I opened the gate, walked up the familiar path, and tried to shake the day from my shoulders.
Inside, the house felt different somehow. The air is thicker, heavier.
I heard my mother's voice.
"Sera, come here! We have a guest!"
I frowned, my steps slow as I moved toward the hall.
And then I saw him.
William.
Sitting on our sofa like he belonged there, like he'd always belonged. Clothed now, but still radiating that same power, that same impossible charm.
My mother stood beside him, closer than she needed to be, as if drawn by some invisible thread that tied her to his side. She smiled - not the small, tired smile I was used to seeing after long days and endless worries, but a smile that lit up her whole face, that softened the lines of age and care.
She moved with a grace I didn't know she had anymore, fussing over him, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve, smoothing her hair behind one ear as if she were a girl again, eager to impress.
Her hands trembled just slightly as she handed him a cup of tea, the china clinking softly against the saucer. And as she leaned down to place it in his grasp, I saw the subtle shift - the way she tugged at the neckline of her blouse, just enough so that the gentle curve of her chest peeked out, a glimpse she hadn't offered anyone in years.
Her cheeks were flushed with a delicate pink, her eyes wide and sparkling, full of light, full of something that hadn't been there before - a glow, a hunger, a joy. She looked younger, as if time had peeled away its weight, as if standing near him had breathed new life into her.
I watched in stunned silence, my heart sinking, my mind reeling.
The mother I knew was gone in that moment - replaced by this woman who seemed bewitched, enchanted, lost in the warmth of his presence.
And William -
He smiled back at her, that knowing, dangerous smile, his eyes dark and deep, as if he saw right through her, as if he fed on her attention, her admiration, her desire.
And I felt the cold wash over me.
No… not my mother too.
I felt the room spin, felt the ground shift beneath me, as William's eyes met mine - knowing, dark, full of secrets.
And I knew this was only the beginning.