Her skin dimpled then caved as the two fangs sank into her. She let out a sighing moan in the back seat of the Nissan Micra, the sound caught on the window as steam. It hurt but the pain was dwarfed by her teenage love for the bewitching boy sucking on her neck. She knew she had been seduced and she didn’t care. When she was like him they could get away from this place and be together. For eternity. Pinned in place she stared through the grey headrest in front of her while the pressure on her began to drain her consciousness. Her lustful heart pushed a garden pond of blood into the pale boy’s mouth; she idly wondered how long it would last as her eyelids glided down. Just as she neared her little death the feeling changed. There was still a clamp on her throat but now instead of dragging her into an early grave it was injecting some new kind of life into her. Her eyes whipped open and she pushed herself up, gasping. The teeth held her as her last breath escaped: a long, threadbare, serrated sob. And then her heart… Stopped. Her man stretched out on the seat behind and around her, looking contented. ‘How was that for you?’ he asked, smirking. She slowly turned her head to face him, the expression on her face frozen in a position she couldn’t identify. Then collapsed onto his chest giggling. At last! she thought, euphoric with adoration and the thrill of her new life stretching out into the night before her. She took a moment to savour the evening, when she’d kissed his lips before they were cold as grave dirt but now they didn’t make her shiver. She took full advantage of this fact. Orange streetlights shone through the trickling condensation as it disappeared. ‘I feel great! We should do something... Want to go clubbing?’ she asked with alive eyes. ‘Why? Are you hungry?’ he queried. ‘No... But we haven’t been out dancing together before.’ She sat with one hand on his chest and another on hers, still amazed her heart had stopped but she kept on going. Happy that she had someone else without a pulse for comfort. He looked like he was trying to decide something, his gaze boring into her unsettlingly as his ancient mind worked. ‘Yes,’ he concluded ‘Let’s go to the club. You’re only young once, right?’ He grinned a wicked, pointed grin.
