Vampire Series Part 8: the rest stop

She closed her eyes firmly against the memory. Though the events occurred centuries ago, her mind was crystal clear on what happened next. Every day of her cursed existence, she would remember. Her first kill. So many more would follow. And there would be more blood tonight.

"James! Pull over now! I'm getting out," she called to the driver. He sighed deeply. His long servitude to his mistress meant knowing exactly what would come next. He eased the car off the highway and into the truck stop.

She slid out of the car, smoothing her skirt over her hips and shaking wild curls back from her shoulders. Then the hunter began to prowl, looking for the tastiest prey. She found him quickly.

The man sat alone at the table furthest from the door. He had a handsome, lonely look to him. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to saunter past his table. He gave his name and gestured for her to join him. She forgot the name instantly. Names didn't matter. The only men who ever meant anything to her were gone. The rest were no more than a faceless means to an end.

Through their conversation, he seemed shy and amazed at his luck that to be sharing a cup of coffee with her. He finally looked her directly in the eye, telling her how beautiful she looked. That simple statement was all she needed to make her move. She leaned forward, her soft lips closing down on his. The kiss was brief, but a prelude of things to come.

"Let's get out of here" she commanded in a husky voice thick with desire. He readily agreed, trying to contain his excitement as they made their way back to his truck.

He lifted her into the cab, though she could have jumped that high effortlessly. When he climbed into the cab, all illusions of his shyness slid away. He fell on her, tearing her blouse open, hands grasping and groping her roughly.

She rolled her eyes and pretended to struggle, faking surprise that the sweet man she met was already unzipping his pants. It was like a game for her. Though she loved the acting, tonight she lacked patience for make believe.

She pushed them both upright then quickly scrambled onto his lap. Her legs pinned him in place as she straddled him. Unaware of the danger, his eyes gleamed in excitement as he made some innane comment about her liking it rough.

This time she couldn't control her rage. Her hand flew across his face, shattering his jaw. She laughed biterly. "You bitch!" he screamed. He grabbed her shoulders, dirty fingernails digging into her arms as he tried to force her back down on the seat. "You're going to pay for that!"

When he couldn't push her away, he took a swing at her. Though she could have easily ducked his fist, she let it land on her cheek. He landed another blow. This one would have brought an instant black eye, if she were capable of getting one that is.

"You disappoint me. Is that the best you've got?" she teased as he continued to struggle under her to free himself. "Do you have any idea what I am?"

That caught his attention.

As he turned to face her, she noticed blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Sighing in pleasure, she grabbed his chin and tilted his face up to hers. Her tongue flicked across his cheek, greedily lapping up the blood. When she pulled back, she allowed him a glimpse at her fangs.

"What -"

"Don't be so stupid as to ask the question. You know what I am. " she chided him. "This could have been over quickly. But now...I think I will enjoy taking my time with you."

He screamed as her fangs sank into his flesh. She almost felt sorry for him when he passed out from the the repeated puncture wounds and her venom. Draining him quickly, she flipped open a mirror. Examining her reflection, she straightened her tattered clothes as best she could and licked away the blood at the corners of her mouth.

Jumping down from the cab, she flicked opened her cell, pressing 1 on the speed dial. "Come quickly." she ordered. "I have a job for you."

Missed parts 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 or 1?