You're on a mission with Jane and Jeff to kill a very wealthy family that you had been craving for a very long time. You could never get the smell of their delicious blood out of your nose, or the sound of each of their heart beats from your head. So Slenderman finally gave the ok for you to go. Originally, you'd just wanted Jane to come, but Jeff had been the one monitoring them, so you let him come too. You and Jane weren't official, so it's currently an unspoken understanding of mutually affection higher then friendship. (You know you like each other, but haven't actually said anything).
You move swiftly and easily through the house, having memorized its foundation. You already took care of the kids, their blood warming you and keeping you energized. Jeff is on the other side of the door, waiting to let you and Jane in. You go to one side of the grand entrance, while she's on the other. You hear a click. The door's unlocked.
You slip in and the three of you circle around the king size bed like vultures. Jane slits the woman's throat as you dive for the husband's. You feel your teeth sink deep into his flesh and into his jugular. you give one, big, chug of his disgustingly sweet blood, making him pass out before he has a chance to scream. You take several more large swigs, ensuring that he doesn't have enough to ever wake up again, before moving gracefully around the bed to the wife. You bend down and lap up the blood that Jane had spilled around the beautiful woman's throat with her knife.
You'd always loved the way her knife cuts. Clean and well-targeted. Jeff was more messy and left a larger wounds, which made you're food lose more blood then you liked.
Third Person
Jeff turns and walks out, leaving Jane to watch you as you suck down the woman's blood. She loves watching you feed. The way your eyes seem to glow their ruby red in the black rooms before bitting down into your victim's neck. The way you're inhumanly beautiful and unchanging, unable to age a day more since you'd been turned. She only wishes you would turn and bite her neck. She often dreams of the sharp sting of your fangs and the ecstasy of your soft lips on her smooth neck. She had kissed your cheek once or twice, but never anything else. And she wished she would let herself. Instead, she stays out and contentedly watches you feed on the human she had offered to you, practically on a silver platter.
Your POV
Once you're done with the wife you stand, wiping away the blood that's now splattered across your chin and mouth. You notice Jane is still here, but Jeff must have left. You feel your lust tugging you towards Jane. You love the way her hips curve in a perfect hour glass, her chest bursts out in a perfect, proportional size.
You've felt this way several times, sometimes at random, sometimes because of a comment, and sometimes it was just because you've been thinking about her. But someone else had always been around then. Now, you two are alone. So you let yourself be pulled to her. She takes a step back, her knife slightly raised. Her mask hides her face, but you can hear her pulse quicken and her fear set in.
You smile and gently push her hand with the knife down, pushing her back against the wall next to the door. You use your free hand to move the mask up enough to kiss her. She kisses back, her hand relaxing and dropping the knife. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you in.
You hand finishes sliding her mask off and let's it drop to the floor. You pull away and look at her. Her skin is almost as pale as yours, smooth and forever scarred by Jeff's earliest stunt with her. Her eyes are closed and her mouth frowning. She's afraid of what you think of her appearance. You let your hands move across her skin, feeling where it ripples and bumps in a strange, burned way. It's different, but beautiful.
You kiss her a little more forcefully, pushing her against the wall more, your knee between her legs and your thigh rubbing against her crotch. She moans lightly at the motion. You kiss down her jawline and neck. Her pulse is quickening. You let your fangs brush her skin gently several times. You know what she wants. You bite. Not deeply, not hard enough to pierce a vein or artery, but enough to make her sound like she just had an orgasm. You feel her blood slowly trickle out around your fangs. You don't let yourself taste it, knowing you'll end up wanting more and what will happen if you start feeding right here and now.
You pull out your fangs and can't help but to lick her neck clean. She moans with each brush of your teeth and tongue. Her blood is heavy on iron, but perfectly sour. Her blood is the blood you've been searching for. The blood that you've been craving.
Once her neck is clean you keep moving your mouth down to her chest, but her bra and dress get in the way. You growl and shove your hands up, removing it in one swift and easy twitch of your wrists. You love your extra strength. She gasps as cold air hits her body, her well toned torso flexing its muscles in a shiver. You keep your mouth moving, savoring her warmth against you lips and tongue. You reach around her and remove her bra, this time being careful not to rip it. She helps as she slides her arms out of it before wrapping her arms around your shoulders. And pulling you closer. You lick and kiss her nipples, sucking on them until the turn a light pink.
She slides her hands under your jacket and shirt, her warm hands pressing on your cold stomach. You smile and take off your jacket, then your shirt and throw them aside. Her hands wander slowly up your stomach, which is toned, and your hips, which are slim, to your chest, which is bigger then you liked it. She grabs your boob, turns you and slams your back into the wall, her mouth viciously attacking your neck. You gasp at her sudden outburst, but love the way her ferocity took control. Her hands are massaging your chest firmly, but gently. You hands slide back down her stomach and to her panty line. She nips your neck forcefully. You moan loudly.
She is your Lord and saviour from this eternal damnation you were cursed to endure and suffer.
Your hands slip off her panties and over her hips until they slide down the rest of the way. You start rubbing her wet folds, playing with her clit teasingly. She's moaning to your movements. You shove two fingers up into her. She lets out a moan, pulling away from your neck slightly from the shock. You other hand has pulled her by her ass a little closer. You start to wiggle your fingers, moving them in a circle around her edges before going in and out.
She pulls you away from the wall, you slide your fingers out again and she jumps, her legs wrapped around your hips and her mouth on yours. Her naked body pressed to your almost naked torso. Her warm skin against your cold shell.
You kiss back, carrying her from the wall and set her on the wife's large vanity. You move your head down her body, pausing to treat her hard nipples, before going down her stomach and spreading her legs. She leans back and lifts her torso forward so your tongue can lick at her hole. You carefully bite her clit. She's moaning and panting. You slide your tongue into her, letting your teeth and mouth press against her beautiful, wet flower. You slide your tongue in and out. Making her volume go up. You slip three finger in and out again, thrusting your hand until there are four fingers in her cavity. She's sweating, her face flushed pink, as you please her until she comes on your fingers. You lick up her delicious fluids from your fingers before going back down and cleaning her up with your tongue. She tastes so good.
When you come back up you see her staring at you with lustful eyes, her mouth twisted into a smirk. She slides off the dresser, whips you around and slams you into it, removing your bra and pants, kissing you everywhere. Your cold body shivers under her warm touch.
She slides your underwear off and lifts you onto the dresser, only kissing you for a few seconds before she jams her own finger into your dripping wet cavity. You moan loudly, your legs automatically widening for her to have easier access. She puts two more fingers in before going in and out, as you had done to her. She was taking everything you did and doing it to you. You loved it.
She rams a fourth finger into you, making a bubble start to form in you stomach. She kisses your neck while she masterfully moves her fingers in the most perfect ways. Rubbing you, poking you, doing everything that feels amazing. You moan loudly, starting to lose your mind. You arched your back, gasping for breath as she shoved into you one last time. Making you scream her name. You come all over her hand.
She lifts her fingers to her lips and licks them clean, humming the whole time. You stare at her, trying to catch your breath. She looks at you and smiles before diving back down to lap up the rest of your cum. You groan as her tongue and breath get you going again. She finished eating you out and pulls you off the dresser and into her arms.
She kisses you deeply, passionately. You kiss back, wrapping you arms around her neck, carefully not to press too hard on her bite. Then you two heard a slow clap from the door. You immediately broke and whipped around, ready for a fight.
Jeff stood there, a bored but amused expression in his smug face. "Nice show. Now if you would please put your damn clothes on so we could go before the cops get hear, I would feel much more comfortable." He said, half sarcastic as he turns around and leaves.
You look at Jane and she looks back at you. You two break down laughing after a few seconds of blushing blood red. Once you've gotten over yourselves, you grab your clothes and put them back on. Jane realizes you had ripped her dress beyond repair. So, she digs out one of the wife's black gowns. You smirk, wrapping a hand around her waist and walking out, leaving the corpses of the filthy rich family behind.