We arrived at her apartment building, which had stairs connected to the outside of the place, which led up to various apartments. We climbed various staircases on our death walk, seriously they needed a working elevator.

As we approached the top floor where she lived, she wiped the sweat off of her brown and onto the front of her shirt, which did a little jiggle and I perked up, trying to peak over. She then opened the front door of her apartment, and I walked into a dark room.

The place had a nostalgic smell, that at the time I could not pinpoint.

She flipped the light switch, causing my eyes to adjust very quickly. As I adjusted, I scanned the small room and saw what I first thought was a small couch. It was indeed a fold-away lawn chair.

She told me to have a seat on the sofa, yet I had no quips. I looked past it because it honestly fit who I thought she was. I had sunk into the white and dark green ‘sofa’ and sat there awkwardly, while veronica fumbled around in from what I could see was the kitchen area.

This whole night was already way more than I had planned. So much happened tonight.

A part of me thought of what happened to Miranda and Mac, and the other part said ‘fuck em’ this was my night, not theirs.

I rubbed my jaw and flared my nostrils which still held some semblance of pain. All in all, now I was in some stranger’s apartment. The thought had crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe I could get lucky tonight, but also, I could just get killed by this psychopath. I scoffed at my thoughts filled with mysteries and thrillers alike. My life wasn’t that important. Victims’ lives were usually secretly important or held great importance at one time. I fit neither of those, so I crossed off dying tonight, and focused on my Romcom moment that was happening right now.

Boy meets Girl and Girl happens to be Mentally inept, but a total hottie and the boy happens to be physically inept and also mentally inept, but the girl likes him anyways.

My thoughts were all jumbled up that night. So many come and goes, but the one that crossed at that moment was, that she was fucking hot as hell, and it was my birthday. Maybe I could get lucky with a smoking ten, after all, she had the mental stability of a ten yea… NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I WAS GOING FOR. She is more like a mentally inept OLDER VERY OLDER WOMAN.

Fumbling noises could be heard from the room over, which I assumed was the kitchen. The sound of glasses clinking, did put me at ease. I figured this woman for the plastic cup rewashed over and over type.

To say I should have held on to my previous notion so my expectations wouldn’t have been so let down was a huge understatement. She arrived in front of the makeshift sofa and table with two cups. Her hair was now tied up in a messy ponytail...bun hybrid. I then looked at the two glass cups she placed down on the makeshift stand/table. She pulled up a lawn chair from her closet, setting it down right across from the one I was on. Her chair made a squeaking noise as she sat down, which told me it hadn’t been used in a while, meaning guests were limited. She pushed my glass towards me, and I kid you fucking not; they were both fucking happy days glass cups. One with Richie and the other Fonzie, above his, said in big black letters, AYYYY. The smug look on her face was all I needed to know that this was indeed her fine China. Of course, she got the Fonz and she looked at me with a ‘jealous’ look. I wasn’t jealous, but sicker to my stomach. Tonight was beginning to look like too much. I excused myself to the restroom to get away from her and those damn glasses for a quick minute. She pointed me towards the restroom, and I got up from the sof…lawn chair.

I closed the door behind me and then focused on my face in the mirror, trying not to breathe too heavily. If felt that I was in over my head tonight. I closed my eyes, bit my lip then internally screamed and mouthed ‘who the fuck is this chick’ I rocked over the sink for a second, then gave myself a small slap to get me going. I had to be quiet so she wouldn’t hear me psyching myself up, for her. I washed my hands and then slowly opened the door, taking a peek out to catch an unnoticed glance at those tig ol bitties. I caught a glimpse alright… just wasn’t the glimpse I wanted to see. I closed the door slowly and quietly. I looked back into the mirror, which I now noticed was extremely streaky and dirty.

She placed something into my drink, I saw it fizzle and everything. I could tell it was mine because it was placed into the Richie cup. Why? Was she going to rob me? Or sell my organ? I needed to get out of this somehow. I cuffed my face, hyping myself up. I was Charles fucking Strass.

“you wanna try me bitch?” I said under my breath.

I flushed the toilet and then washed my hands once again. I walked out with a smile on my face and confidence I didn’t have before.

The drinks were now placed near the bedside with her makeshift nightstand/table.

“I thought we’d be more comfortable over here my guy”

“Oh, no problem,” I said coming over to her.

Her legs were spread to her side, and I took my seat on the right side of her. I guess I was supposed to follow suit and get all comfortable while she attempts to take my manhood and sell my organs.

Those damn glasses were just sitting there smugly looking back at me knowing what was going to happen to me.

Fuck you, I thought. I’ll never watch another episode of happy days again. plus, I never liked Richie anyways, fucking redhead.

I noticed that she had taken her glasses off, which meant my plan might go off without a hitch.

“take a drink, I poured us both a glass of this fine alcohol,” she said without a slither of guilt.

I looked down at the glass, and then picked the glass up and brought it to my lips.

She was looking on with amusement like I had fallen into her trap.

I stopped right before my lips and then brought the glass down.

“uhh, do you think I could get some ice please?”

Hook.

She smirked, “I see you’re also a person of class.”

Line.

I sat dumbfounded and just nodded away. I had no thoughts, what could I even think anymore? I was beyond it all at this point. As she made her way to get the ice, I put my plan into motion. I had very little time to do this, so I did what I had to do.

I know you’re thinking, the old switcharoo isn’t gonna work, and I would almost agree with you, but this woman was beyond a fucking idiot. So, I was banking on her stupidity. The glasses made this just shy of working properly. The stupid face was going to give me away, so I would have to do something bold.

Also, just to clear this up I wasn’t going to switch the glasses to do what she was going to do to me, I was doing it to escape with my life and organs intact. I’m not a monster, although I was going to take back my alcohol.

She came back with ice cubes in both her hands, like I said I don’t know anymore, but I held out both glasses and had her place the ice in them.

“Well, here’s to new friendships and pawnshops.”

I said handing her, the Richie glass. I had the Fonz one in my grasp, trying my best to cover up the stupid face logo.

I was sweating like crazy, and my hands were trembling. I made sure to keep eye contact up and keep her focus on me.

We toasted our drinks and gulped them down.

Sinker

We both placed the glasses down and she raised her voice saying.

“another one”

Before she could catch a glimpse of the glass she was using, I boldly grabbed ahold of her face, and froze, before continuing.

“do you have any snacks before we continue?”

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My hand was on the fritz, shaking, but not so much as to be noticeable.

With her face in my hand, she gave me a sinister smile.

“oh, so you’re hungry? Now that I think about it my hunger is quite insatiable.”

I nodded meekly, my hand retreating to my side.

She got up and left to the kitchen, her eyes never leaving mine. As she went into the kitchen, I switched the glasses back, I could finally relax, my whole body was shaking, I was so nervous, I had never done anything like this.

She came back in swaying her hips side to side, with surprisingly healthy snacks. I was honestly surprised.

She said brazenly “I like my snacks filled with good nutrition.” I thought her phrasing was a bit odd, but it was her, and I thought flirting was fine if I can get the fuck out of here.

I ate to my fullest, Hey I was pretty damn hungry. We continued drinking, not knowing a damn thing about each other, except for her being a criminal and trying to drug me.

I was still aware of things going on, but as far as I could tell she wasn’t getting any drunker and she was still almost completely normal. I slowed down on my drinking, to not get so wasted, but I still felt heavy. I adjusted my eyes on the woman still taking shots back. I fell backward onto the bed listening to her go on and on about nothing. Then a sudden sharp tone perked my ears up.

“you silly humans cannot handle thy alcohol”

I focused my gaze on her, and her sexy alluring body posture. She was crossed-legged with her eye inside the empty bottle.

“tis a shame when such great alcohol is gone for the night”

She brought the bottle to her lips and tried straining every last drop onto her tongue.

The scene opened up a whole new vision of her. A goddess with a long tongue. I breathed out heavily, my eyes glued to her, as she discarded the bottle in the heap next to us. I began to droop into my shoulders as my eyes soon felt like tape was holding them open.

After a moment of lust-filled thoughts, the sudden realization hit me.

Humans, I thought. what about them? Why did she say it like that, and where was that ridiculous accent of hers? Throughout the night her accent had fluctuated, but I thought it was because of the alcohol, but clearly in view. She was not by any standard drunk, even the drug, I thought she put in my alcohol wasn’t taking effect. Was I wrong? Was it just some kind of vitamin… no, this woman was far too sketchy. She drugged or tried to drug me, but it just hadn’t taken effect yet. I was a little worried, I had far too much to drink, and I was slowly losing consciousness and all predictability.

She had the upper hand again. so, I tried sitting up and perched myself up against the wall, where the edge of her bed sat close.

My head started to drum, along with the intense feeling of the spins. My instincts told me something was off, they were screaming for me to get out of here.

I opened my mouth, and gibberish came out.

“What was that honey?”

she said standing up, piling all the items into a small trash bag then dumping it to the side.

“I… ne..d ta…oo”

I stammered out. My mouth was seriously dry, so I licked my lips and watched the woman flutter around and wave her hands and hips, swaying to her own beat.

“still couldn’t hear you, child? Please do be more vocal” she said with a melodic tone towards the end.

I started to inch my way off of the bed, and back onto my feet.

“It hasn’t been nice, but I should really go,” I said stumbling, trying to stand straight. I was starting to regain my speech, so I knew I wasn’t so drunk, but the immediate stand to my feet rushed all in at once, causing me to lose a bit of balance.

Veronica took notice of my little dance and came whipping in and rushed me into her arms. She swayed me back and forth until I felt like vomiting. She stopped near the edge of the bed, put her face close to mine, and then kissed me on the forehead, pushing me back all at once.

I let out an audible gasp and cringed, touching my forehead, trying to discern what had just happened. I was back looking up at the roof of the bedroom.

“oh, dear you shouldn’t get up so quickly, the drugs haven’t fully taken effect, you might hurt yourself.” She looked at her light-up watch and tapped the screen.

“you might just be the first human to last this long.” I know the first thing I should have noticed was her, telling me her master plan, but all I could manage was.

“When did…ya..ge…that?” it was a limited edition glow-in-the-dark scooby doo watch, and the colors fascinated drunk me. she didn’t have that earlier, so she must have just put it on, but why?

She looked at the watch then back to me and smiled.

“oh, so interesting, tis for lighting, So it is such a shame for tonight. Your taste had been so immaculate.”

Lighting? And her phrasing was a bit odd. It was a total 180 from the gimmicky voice I knew from today.

Although they weren’t fully there, I still had some wits about me. If you had been listening, I had not taken the drug, and she had, so I just had to outlast her. For the moment though that seemed impossible, because I had far too much to drink, and she could hold her own.

My plan backfired, so I had to think up something to get me out of this situation.

The swaying stopped, and then she came to the front of the bed and stared me down like I was her prey, about to be devoured.

I gulped, trying to maneuver myself back to my feet again. That was when I made my first mistake.

As I was inching my way up the bed, she started to rub her hands down her body, sluttily might I add.

She started to push her shirt up sexily, rubbing her body up and down, and that is when I inched my way back to the wall against her bed. My heart felt like it would beat out of my dick.

It crossed, that maybe I didn’t need to get out of here so soon. I sat against that wall breathing in heavily as she teasingly inched her shirt off.

She swayed back and forth like an erotic dancer, her hips gyrating and shaking along with those massive fucking things hanging around. I kept staring at the sexy behemoth putting on a show for her one-man crowd. She started to remove her clothing, piece by piece, exposing her black lace underneath.

Holy damn I’d never seen anything like this before, only in the videos. She began to move her hands down her body towards her plenty of thick thighs covered in only black lingerie. She then removed the lace bra covering --damn those are huge-- yeah those. She then crouched to remove her black laced panties, sniffing them, then throwing them to the side.

No complaints from me.

“Cannot have my most becoming clothes dirtied in this endeavor” she said after taking off all her clothing.

My eyes ran down every inch of her body, which was spectacular, had I mentioned that? She was setting the mood, even if it was a creepy rapey mood, one I should have been trying to escape.

What kept me planted was a mix of fear and lust and my mind was going a mile a minute. Her lustful gaze entranced me, I was already drunk, but her aurora oozed sexuality, so I couldn’t come down from my drunken stupor, I was drunk on her body. Invigorating, I thought. Then I noticed something that gave me a little hope. She stumbled holding the air for her balance, faintly mumbling to herself, something about.

“what is this feeling?”

She shook it off, but the effects were kicking in.

Fuck, I thought.

I guess I wouldn’t be getting lucky.

She was strong this one. She was fighting the effects, as she climbed onto the bed, stumbling on her knees.

I was very contemptuous watching the show, because of all the jiggles her body was producing.

She crawled over to me and climbed on top, straddling me. The smell of her hair wafted into my nose. She smelled like vodka, actually sweat and vodka. I found it very intensely exciting.

My shirt was being tugged, being pulled off, then she moved her mouth down to my neck, breathing heavily against my skin.

I was breathing rather hard, but for other reasons; I was rock hard, and she was kind of heavy. I didn’t wanna kill the vibes, so I shut my mind, only focusing on two huge reasons against my chest. They were so warm and soft; I could feel the jiggle go along with each breath she took.

She then came back up sitting up straight on me and rubbing the side of her head. Her face was right in front of mine and her eyes looked glossy and intense.

The way she straddled me was very suffocating, not because of her well-rounded body, but because she was hunched over me, not letting my hands-free. I wanted to use my hands-free while she was conscious to grab her ass and squeeze as much as I could. My lustful instincts wanted to kick in, but instead, I was hot, sweaty, and being preyed on.

My neck was warm and wet as she brought her lips to it. She started to kiss my neck.

I let out a soft moan, or more like a grunt. Yeah, don’t need to move my hand let her rap..do all the work.

Then I winced, wanting to say stop the kissing. It wasn’t soothing at all. It stung; my neck was stinging in pain.

Then it hit me, this wasn’t a kiss.

My eyes immediately sobered up and shot open, her teeth had sunken into my neck.

I was panicking, but like some wild predator, she strapped me down and continued overpowering me.

“good boy”

She said woozily through her teeth, which were still in my neck.

She straddled me like a wolf on a small rabbit and all I could do was let out small yelps. Her animalistic growls played against my eardrums as she kept biting into my neck. Gulps and gulps, coming from her throat, rendered me useless.

“e…lp” I slithered out calling for help.

My body was starting to go limp, my eyes were about to shut, and everything was so heavy.

I realized it then, she wasn’t just biting, she was sucking into my neck.

I tried muttering some coherent words, but none came.

I managed to get a hand loose and squeeze it into a ball. With one last ditch effort, I tried to hit her over the head, but I missed, just catching bits of her hair.

I could feel my body losing all consciousness, everything was starting to fade; even my will to live.

Then it all stopped, no not my life. It was the sound of the gulping and draining.

Was she done? Was she not going to kill me? was I safe? All these ran through my head as she fell limp against mine.

I grunted when her body forced its way onto me, so I tried using whatever strength I had to push her off now that she wasn’t latching on to me. when I shrugged her off, she fell onto her back collapsing next to me.

I looked over groggily to the incapacitated woman, and she was laying on her back in all of her glory, her hands above her head like a lifeless victim in one of those crime dramas.

I was on the verge of death, or what felt like death

My neck bore a painful sting that made my whole body quiver. I felt my neck and could feel a warm liquid leaking down. I looked back over to the woman who was splayed in the moonlight.

Her mouth had a strange liquid pouring down her lower lip down her chin to her neck.

The empty bottle of wine first jumped to my mind, then I remembered before she jumped my bones, that she hadn’t had anything to drink.

I pressed my fingers again to my neck, and my body went stiffer than it already was.

The liquid was from me, and it was blood red.

I was on the verge of collapsing; I noticed the moonlight gleam over her face.

Fangs… two large fangs protruding from her mouth were four sharp fangs, two smaller ones on the bottom, but the top ones are where my gaze was at. They were colored crimson, which could only be my blood.

I started to hyperventilate, as my body was surely going into shock. My eyesight was weary as my body started to go limp at the late revelation.

With no strength left I collapsed into her chest. I put all my effort into that one attempt if you were wondering about my luck.

As I started to fade out, my head brushed up against the softest pillows.

I slipped out of consciousness, thinking, yeah these are huge.