Keeping the Beast at Bay

Reeeellleeeaaasssseee meeee!!!! No, last time I gave in, I nearly died  We survived... It's true. I did live but only just.
There are worse things that will happen if I am not satisfied... Am I to die?-- IT IS FATE There's no such thing as fate Yes...there is only life and DEATH and we must SURVIVE I must survive-yes... We must KILL to LIVE No..I don't need to kill to survive,  But accidents happen... Yes...A little blood is necessary I guess  GIVE...Feed...Live...SURVIVE...Fine, a drink but no more. Too much to do without having to worry about hiding another body.YES...DRINK

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"Excuse me Ma'am, do you have the time?"
The shoulder haired brunette with the pearl necklace and blue heels stopped in her tracks. Her well manicured french-poodle straining on its leash circled behind her and let out a low growl in the direction of the greasy mechanic.
The woman's nightcoat fluttered in the breeze as she spun and gazed straight through the man, seeming to take no notice of him as he was clearly several stories beneath her and her upturned nose. "I do not in fact have the time. Certainly none to spare on anyone so incapable of providing for themselves and foolish enough to leave home without a timepiece."

RIP her heart out! DRAIN her dry! The man in overalls withdrew a chronometer from his pocket that was clearly of high quality and reflected the moonlight as he said with a smirk, but leaned on his walking stick, "I have a piece doll, I just need to set it somewhere..."

The dog's growling continued unabated, but the woman's face flushed partly from embarrassment and partly from the innuendo. "Forgive my rudeness, I was simply in a rush. One moment if you please..." The woman looks down into her handbag and begins ruffling through for her own watch.

The gimping grease monkey strode forwards as he began winding the clock. "These things really are the damnedest to keep track of sometimes...oh! Pardon my french lady."
The dog let out a short bark.
"Jezebel-please don't be a nuisance. We will get back to your walk in just a moment..."The lady said to her dog with slight irritation in her voice. She then looked back to the man as she withdrew a small silver plated pocketwatch. "Yes-here we are...It would seem to be around seven forty." She glanced quickly at the watch before snapping it closed and replacing it back into her purse. "And don't fret yourself. My husband speaks far worse when he has had a bit of his giggle water in him."

"Oh, why thank you Mrs.?" Sy said as he set his clock appropriately.
"Mrs. Coates, Denise Coates. No problem at all. Now if you will excuse me, I will be on my way."

"Can I escort you to your destination? Seems the least I can do to repay you for your assistance" inquired the mechanic. "I appreciate your kindness sir, but I believe I will make do. Come along Jezebel." Denise tugged at the leash as Sy continued his advance forward, all the while Jezebel has taken to barking with fervor. GRAB her! She's getting away! BITE her jugular! "Really, I don't mind. No trouble at all, I'll even hail you a cab if you need." He pleaded over the sound of the barking.

"As you can see sir, I don't believe Jezebel would make for a good riding companion in her current state. I don't know what's come over her..." She said a bit more flustered. "Here, allow me-I sometimes have a way with animals." He stooped down to eyelevel with Jezebel and gazed intensely in the dogs face as he reached out and made a fist to let her sniff him, while he simply licked his lips slowly. Yes...shut it if you know what's good for you

Jezebel instantly stopped barking and curled into a little ball cowering, only letting out the occasional whimper. Denise's jaw mildly parted as a look of concern rushed across her face. "What on earth did you do to my dog?!"

"Just a little trick I learned during the war. Calms them right down whenever they get uppity. Now about that escort?" He says as he straightened back up.

"I-I...I have never seen anything like that before. How peculiar...I'm sorry-did you say you served overseas? I don't think I caught your name.." Denise asked as she looked between Sy and Jezebel.

Sy reached out a hand to shake, "I did indeed Mrs. Coates. My time abroad was quite a learning experience."

As Denise reached to accept his hand, Sy gripped it and pulled her close as he leaned in as if to whisper something and sunk his fangs deeply into her skin. For a split second, Denise felt a sharp pain and was inclined to scream for help, but just as soon as the thought hit her it was gone, lost awash a sea of exquisite ecstasy. Her senses overwhelmed with intense feelings of pleasure, as her body went limp.

To the outside observer, the two merely looked like a couple engaged in a passionate embrace.

Sy for his own part found Mrs. Coates a bit on the dry side, much like a chardonnay without any fish to help fill out the flavor-overall not terrible, she could suffice for the moment. The main feeling he got was a sense of relief. At least until he pulled away and licked her marks closed. MORE

Mrs. Coates eyes were still spinning as she looked up in a haze. "Why Mrs. Coates?!? I'm surprised your husband lets you out of his sight! Please I must protest dear woman, I can't say no to your continued advances...Forgive me, but I must be on my way lest I fear your wiles will lead me down the paths of fornication."

Denise let out a half hearted laugh as she said rather groggily, "Wh-what? Who? My h-husband?" Sy lets out a low laugh, "My dear woman, you mustn't tire yourself out so. I do believe your walk with Jezebel has caused you to lose a bit of your senses. Please let me help you by calling a cab."

Denise rather weakly and still slightly bewildered said, "Y-yes, that must be it. I just wore myself out. I must have been day dreaming. Please sir, assist me." Sy nods, "Of course madam. Of course."