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LUV At Night... With A Vengence

"He thought "how easy" it was as he caressed her.  He met her, she brought him home.  How he looked into her eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest.  It was chilly.  So when it’s cold you don't get goose bumps?  Cold doesn't affect me that way she said as she looked into his eyes. She thought, “ how easy.”  In his eyes though, as with all of them, she had no reflection.  Mirrors were no longer silver.  She could comb her hair anytime.  Photos no longer developed.  Digital cameras allow us to be photographed.  To be reflected is to be detected.  But still, their eyes don't. How will she ever know if the man truly loves her?   Perhaps it was the silver used to inoculate eyes at birth.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. 

You like? She asked as she stroked his chest.  He leaned his head back and whispered "yes."  He gasped as she slipped her hand between his ribs and effortlessly inside his chest.  She grasped his heart and squeezed, pulling it out and lapping his blood as he blacked out.  

It was rogues like her that gave the LUVers a bad name.

>Feeding this way made her stronger than most of their kind and on cloudy days she could go out in daylight.  That's how she interviewed for night jobs at hospitals and coroners offices wearing sunglasses and feigning a rare hereditary family eye condition.  It was access to the morgues that allowed her to divert fresh blood when needed.  Divert so no one noticed.  Who needs toxicology screens.  She could smell a good.

Eating a fresh heart was like biting into the bright red juicy tomatoes she remembered from some life that is past.

Love, it doesn't have to be anything so permanent.  Yeah right, she thought.   Love got her in this state to begin with.  Why not payback men?  Deprive them of their life as she had been deprived of hers. The only difference, they would actually die.  She, the victim of a male became living dead.  She would not die.  That's the only thing she got to do.  He not only took her living breathing life, he took her career.  She wanted to have a baby.  She wanted to live again.  She would find a way.

There were others...

Night Walkers... Got L.U.V.?

So that's how we girls are. When we were mortal, we used men to get our meals. Now, we use men to get our meals. Unlike male vampires, our victims don't die and come back to life, Thus, we never get detected. Our kind has worked the crowd for centuries and escaped detection unlike our male counterparts. And those of us that prefer women, those meals eventually do join us. Literally. They cross over to the other side with a little persuasion, a little curiosity. But once they shift gears in this realm, there's no going back. Unless we like them, in that special way, we don't frequent them to feed. No need, no feed. No feed, no bleed. A girl can only bleed so much. If they bleed enough, they change: forever. We are very selective about who we spend eternity with. If a guy falls for us, turn him down enough and he get the idea we like girls. All the better for him. Men only bleed so much to so we don't try and tap them out. Men are such pigs anyway. That's why they're always getting staked out. They get over sure of themselves. They still feel adrenaline, especially the young ones. So foolish. It's a good distraction from us. Leaves us free to roam at night, earn a little money to pay the rent. The smart ones hold down jobs. The dumb ones roll their Johns and eventually get caught. A girl's gotta be careful you know...especially at night.

To Be Continued...

L.U.V. At Night

 

It was early... three AM. The din of inequity. The bass of the LA night club in the background. The street noise of cars and sirens in downtown echoed in the distance. The alley registered the remnants of day life.

Two of them were there, making out with men they had picked out at the bar. "Oh, that feels so good... I've never felt... it...that... feel so good" he said as he passed out. "They never do" she thought as she wiped her chin. This one was the designated driver, no alcohol. Pay dirt. Finishing her drink and letting her man slide to a sitting position on the ground with a smile on his face she walked over. From the other side of the alley she heard her friend... "Damn.[spitting]" she said accompanied by the sound of a falling body knocking over several trash cans. "Cross?" "No, the clap." "There was so much smoke in the bar... he had a lot to drink. I couldn't tell until it was in my mouth." She was still spitting to get the taste out of her mouth. "You?" she asked as she rummaged through his pockets for cash. "He was nice. He hadn't been drinking. Held me gently." "I don't like the nice ones. They're so weak...they get attached, you know" "If you say. I never liked macho. Still, he was kinda sweet." They laughed as they emerged from the alley arm in arm laughing. The nice one'll wake in a few hours really hung over. Same with the one with the clap. Missing his cash too. The nice one will still have his pants unzipped and a wonderful fantasy he can't really remember. "Well that didn't take long" Said their newbie friend. "Is that all the longer it takes." Being new to the business, she wouldn't know. Actually she had never done it before. Arm in arm, the three ladies of the night strolled down the street to a small diner. Looking over her friend replied "Why do you always make us do this?" "I like the smell of coffee. I like to have some once in awhile.' I miss it. I miss... being human."