$name1 awakens to a lesbian, vampire encounter with Seraphina waiting to bite. A hot lesbian Halloween encounter…
The cold woke her first—a soft exhale against her throat, raising goosebumps on her skin despite the summer night’s warmth drifting through the open window. $name1 didn’t open her eyes. Not yet. She lay perfectly still in the silvery bath of moonlight, listening past the frantic thud of her own pulse in her ears. The scent of lavender from the guttering candle on her nightstand usually soothed her. Tonight, it smelled sharp, almost cloying.
Then came the pressure. Delicate, precise. Like the point of a chilled scalpel pressing just below her jaw, seeking the frantic pulse beneath the thin veil of her skin. Fangs. Definitely fangs.
A breath hitched in her chest, but she forced her muscles to unclench. Panic was boring. Predictable. Instead, a slow, dangerous smirk curled the corners of her lips. Her eyes fluttered open.
Moonlight caught the figure leaning over her. Tall. Impossibly pale skin like carved alabaster, stark against the room’s shadows. Long, raven-black hair fell forward, a curtain framing a face of sharp, impossible beauty. Eyes like banked coals, a deep, unsettling red, widened slightly in surprise at her wakefulness. Centuries of predatory grace, frozen mid-strike.
$name1 tilted her head back, deliberately exposing more of her throat. A silent offering. A challenge. Her voice, when it came, was a low murmur, rough with sleep but laced with amusement. “Bit rude, don’t you think?” The smirk deepened. “You’re supposed to ask first.”
Seraphina recoiled as if scalded. She straightened in a fluid, inhuman motion, looming over the bed. “Ask?” The word was a whisper of disbelief, cold and sharp as the air itself. No trace of warmth touched those ancient eyes. Only shock, and a flicker of something close to offense. “I take what I require. Mortal consent is… irrelevant.”
“Ooh, ‘irrelevant’.” $name1 pushed herself up onto her elbows, the thin strap of her tank top slipping down one shoulder. She didn’t bother fixing it. Her long black hair, mussed from sleep, tumbled around her olive-toned shoulders. She met those burning red eyes without flinching. “Big word for someone breaking into bedrooms for a midnight snack. Bit tacky, actually. Like stealing biscuits.” She tilted her head, genuinely curious. “Don’t the fancy undead have, like, standards? Appetizers? Reservations?”
A low growl rumbled in Seraphina’s chest, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards. “You dare mock me?” The air crackled, thick with an ancient, predatory stillness. The candle flame guttered wildly. “I could drain you dry before you drew breath to scream.”
$name1 swung her legs out of bed, bare feet hitting the cool wooden floor. She stood, looking up at the towering figure. The height difference was ridiculous. Seraphina was a column of darkness in the moonlit room. $name1 just felt… awake. Dangerously, thrillingly awake. “Yeah, you could,” she acknowledged, her tone light, conversational. She took a step closer. The scent of old stone and frost clung to the vampire. “But you haven’t. Why is that?” Another step. She was well within striking distance now. “Did I ruin the mood? Put you off your… dinner?”
Seraphina’s hand shot out, faster than sight, fingers like ice closing around $name1’s upper arm. The grip was crushing, meant to intimidate, to paralyze. “Silence, insect.”
$name1 didn’t struggle. She just looked down at the pale, powerful hand encircling her bicep, then back up at Seraphina’s furious, beautiful face. A slow smile spread across her lips, genuine this time. “Wow. Cold hands. Literally.” She placed her own warm hand over Seraphina’s. The contrast was jarring. “Bet you hate that, huh? Always being the ice queen?” Her thumb brushed lightly over the impossibly smooth, frigid skin.
Seraphina flinched. An actual, minute recoil. The crushing grip loosened, just a fraction. The red eyes, fixed on $name1’s, flickered with pure, unadulterated confusion. No human had ever… touched her like this. Not without terror. Not with warmth. Not with… curiosity?
In that instant of frozen surprise, $name1 moved. Not away. Towards. She used her hold on Seraphina’s trapped hand, pulling it slightly as she twisted and drove her shoulder into the vampire’s midsection. It was pure leverage, not strength. Seraphina, unbalanced by the bizarre intimacy of the touch and the sheer absurdity of the attack, stumbled backwards. Her calves hit the solid oak footboard of $name1’s bed.
With a grunt that was more surprise than effort, $name1 shoved. Hard. Seraphina toppled backwards onto the rumpled duvet, the ancient vampire landing with an undignified whump. Before she could even register the insult, $name1 was on her, one knee planted firmly beside Seraphina’s hip, pinning the long black skirt of her dress. She caught both slender, icy wrists in a surprisingly strong grip, slamming them back against the carved wood of the bedpost above her head.
Seraphina hissed, a sound of pure outrage, baring her fangs. She thrashed, a coil of terrifying strength, but $name1 held fast, leveraging her own weight, her warm body pressing down. “Get off me, you insolent—”
The words died as $name1 leaned in, her face mere inches from Seraphina’s. Her dark eyes, bright with moonlight and adrenaline, held the vampire’s burning gaze. “Shhh,” $name1 murmured, her breath warm against Seraphina’s cold cheek. The scent of the vampire was dizzying up close – frost and something old, like forgotten incense. “See? This is more fun.”
She felt the tremble run through the body beneath hers. Not fear. Fury. But also… something else. A shock that went bone-deep. Centuries of unchallenged power, unraveled by a warm touch and a smirk in the moonlight.
$name1 didn’t hesitate. Her gaze dropped from the furious red eyes, tracing the sharp line of Seraphina’s jaw, down the pale column of her throat, over the stark black fabric covering her chest, down the flat plane of her stomach, to where the dark skirt pooled around her thighs. The vulnerability was startling. Humanizing.
Slowly, deliberately, $name1 shifted her weight. She released one wrist, her free hand drifting down, fingertips ghosting over the soft, heavy silk covering Seraphina’s thigh. The vampire went utterly still. Her breath hitched – a sound $name1 hadn’t been sure vampires even made. The red eyes were wide, fixed on $name1’s face, filled with a storm of confusion, fury, and a dawning, terrifying fascination.
$name1’s fingers brushed the hem of the skirt, then slipped beneath the cool silk. Her hand slid up the impossibly smooth, cold skin of Seraphina’s inner thigh. Higher. The muscles under her touch were like coiled steel. Seraphina made another small, choked sound. Not a hiss. Not a growl.
Then $name1’s fingertips found the apex of her thighs. Found heat. A startling, slick warmth blooming amidst the pervasive chill of the vampire’s body. Her breath caught. Heat?
Seraphina gasped. A sharp, involuntary inhalation that sounded almost like pain. Her hips jerked slightly, seeking or recoiling – it was impossible to tell. Her captured wrist strained against $name1’s grip, but the strength was gone from it. Her eyes were huge pools of crimson fire in the moonlight, locked onto $name1’s, reflecting utter, world-shattering bewilderment. Centuries of cold certainty were crumbling.
$name1 held her gaze, a challenge and a question burning in her own. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lowered her head. Not to the throat. Lower.
Her warm tongue traced the slick, unexpected heat between Seraphina’s thighs.
The reaction was instantaneous, electric. Seraphina arched off the bed with a cry that was part shock, part something raw and ancient and utterly unfamiliar. It wasn’t pain. It was revelation. A shudder wracked her entire body, powerful enough to rattle the bedframe against the wall. The hand $name1 still held clenched into a fist, then went slack.
$name1 felt the tremor vibrate through her own body. The taste was… metallic, coppery, like lightning and deep earth, yet layered with that impossible, intimate heat. It was nothing like she’d ever known. She pressed closer, her tongue exploring the slick folds with a curiosity that mirrored the stunned desperation in the vampire’s eyes. Seraphina’s head thrashed back against the pillow, a low, ragged moan tearing from her throat – a sound utterly alien to her own ears. Her free hand, finally released, didn’t push $name1 away. Instead, its long, cold fingers tangled convulsively in $name1’s dark hair, gripping, pulling her closer. Not to stop. To anchor. To demand.
The world narrowed to the frantic pulse under $name1’s lips, the trembling cold of the thighs bracketing her head, the scent of frost and lightning and lavender, and the raw, gasping breaths tearing from the creature pinned beneath her. Centuries of hunger twisted into something terrifyingly new.
Downstairs, the sharp, discordant trill of the landline phone shattered the thick, pulsating silence of the bedroom.
The sound was absurd. Jarring. Like reality kicking down the door of a fever dream. $name1 flinched, the warm, coppery taste still sharp on her tongue, the frantic pulse beneath her lips momentarily forgotten. Seraphina froze beneath her, the ragged gasp catching in her throat, transforming into a low snarl of pure fury at the interruption.
In that split-second of distraction, centuries of predatory instinct reasserted themselves. The cold hand tangled in $name1’s hair didn’t pull – it yanked. Pain exploded across her scalp as she was ripped backwards, her grip on Seraphina’s wrist breaking like dry twigs. She tumbled off the bed, landing hard on the wooden floor, the breath knocked out of her.
Seraphina was a blur. One moment pinned, vulnerable, trembling with unfamiliar sensation. The next, she was upright, towering over $name1 like an avenging wraith. The silvery moonlight seemed to recoil from her, deepening the shadows around her pale face. Her red eyes blazed, no longer confused, but incandescent with rage and something else – a terrifying humiliation.
“You… dare,” Seraphina hissed, the words cracking like ice. Her lips, moments before parted in shock, were pulled back in a feral grimace, elongated fangs gleaming wickedly. The heat $name1 had discovered was gone, replaced by a radiating cold that prickled $name1’s skin even from a few feet away.
The phone kept ringing downstairs, a shrill, persistent counterpoint to the silent storm in the bedroom. Mom. It had to be. Late-night check-in. The mundane absurdity of it almost made $name1 laugh, but the look on Seraphina’s face choked the sound in her throat.
$name1 scrambled back, scrambling for purchase on the smooth floor. “Hey, whoa, okay, time-out? My mom’s probably wondering if I’m dead. Which,” she added, trying to inject some of her usual bravado, though her voice shook slightly, “seems like a distinct possibility right now.”
Seraphina took a step forward, the movement fluid and deadly silent. Her long shadow swallowed $name1 whole. “You defiled me,” she whispered, the sound scraping the air. “You touched… that.” Disgust warred with the lingering echoes of sensation in her voice. “A mortal. Warm. Stinking of lavender and… life.”
“Defiled is a strong word,” $name1 managed, pushing herself up onto her elbows. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo. Adrenaline warred with the bizarre intimacy still humming in her veins. “Seemed like you weren’t exactly filing a complaint a minute ago. More like… enthusiastic consent? The hair-pulling? Kinda gave it away.”
A flicker of raw vulnerability crossed Seraphina’s face, instantly masked by deeper fury. She moved faster than $name1 could track. One icy hand clamped around $name1’s throat, hauling her upright until her toes barely brushed the floor. The cold was paralyzing, seeping into her bones. Seraphina slammed her back against the wall next to the window, the impact rattling the glass.
“Silence your prattling tongue, insect,” Seraphina snarled, her face inches away. Her breath smelled of frost and that strange, metallic tang. “Do you comprehend what you’ve done? What you’ve awakened?” Her grip tightened, cutting off $name1’s air. Spots danced before her eyes. “I should drain you dry for the insult. Leave you a cold husk on this pathetic little bed.”
$name1 clawed at the iron-cold fingers, panic finally breaking through. Her vision swam. The scent of lavender was drowned out by the chill void emanating from the vampire. The phone’s ringing downstairs felt distant, unimportant.
Then, as suddenly as the pressure came, it lessened. Not released, but eased just enough for $name1 to drag in a desperate, ragged gasp. Seraphina’s burning gaze was fixed on $name1’s throat, on the frantic pulse visible just below her jaw. Her nostrils flared. That same confusing mix of fury, disgust, and… hunger… warred in her eyes. The hunger wasn’t just for blood. It was the echo of the heat, the tremor, the sensation $name1 had forced upon her ancient senses.
“You taste of fear now,” Seraphina murmured, her voice low, almost thoughtful, the rage momentarily banked by a predator’s cold assessment. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of $name1’s ear. “Appropriate.” The chill of her touch was a brand. “But this… intrusion… leaves a mark beyond blood.”
Before $name1 could react, before she could even draw another full breath, Seraphina’s head dipped. Not to her throat. To the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. The cold press wasn’t fangs this time. It was lips. Hard. Possessive. Then, sharp, stinging pain – a bite, deep and deliberate, but not drinking. Marking.
$name1 cried out, a sound swallowed by the cold hand still near her throat and the relentless ringing of the phone.
Seraphina pulled back. A single bead of dark blood welled on $name1’s skin, stark against her olive tone. Seraphina’s thumb, colder than ice, brushed over it, smearing the droplet. Her gaze locked with $name1’s, the crimson depths swirling with a turbulent storm of ancient power, violated dignity, and the terrifying, unwanted echo of human heat.
“This isn’t over, $name1,” she whispered, the name sounding alien and dangerous on her tongue. “You played with forces you cannot comprehend.” Her lip curled. “Now you belong to the game.”
A sudden gust of wind, colder than the room, whipped the sheer curtains inward. The candle flame on the nightstand guttered violently and died. In the abrupt plunge into deeper shadow, Seraphina was simply… gone. Vanished. Only the dissipating chill and the coppery scent of blood remained.
$name1 slumped against the wall, gasping, her fingers flying to the throbbing bite on her shoulder. The phone downstairs finally stopped ringing, leaving a silence that was deafening, broken only by her own harsh breathing. Moonlight, silver and indifferent, spilled across the floor, catching the dark smear of blood on her skin and glistening faintly on her lower lip where Seraphina’s impossible heat had lingered.
