2.) The Fall

I walked up to Bailey and shoved her with both my hands. She stumbled into a table and knocked over someone's drink. "What the fuck did you do to me?!" But despite the vague accusation, she had a knowing smile on her face. She did do something! Ugh! I shoved her again, but this time she didn't move. I didn't catch her off guard or off balance. She was sturdy, like she was a rock and I was sunlight trying to move her.

"That's not very becoming behavior, Pippy." Disappointment hung in my tone, and disappointment was to her like the itch of poison ivy. She might have been able to ignore it for a time, but it was not a pleasant sensation. The little spots on her neck glowed to my eyes and I could see details around them; the redness of her skin where she'd been touching it.

"Not very becoming—“ Anger took over halfway through the sentence and I shoved her harder, harder than I thought I could, and she tripped backwards into the table. I looked at her in awe, then down at my hands. Did... did I do that?

Well well, someone was experiencing a rage, wasn't she? This is what happened when I wasn't dutiful over draining my thralls. But her excitement and her passion smelled so wonderful, and I didn't want to take it from her all so soon. "That's awfully impolite of you to be so violent, and in a public place, too? Maybe we should go and talk somewhere."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" We were drawing attention. It was a Sunday night - there was no dance music or huge crowds. It was quiet. People were staring. "What did you do to me? Why is this happening?!" By ‘this’ I meant waking up in a piss-soaked bed. I meant feeling sick on my walk to work. I meant suffering constant arousal, like something was missing. She had drugged me. That was the only explanation.

She was so impassioned; she had anger and fire and yet her eyes couldn't look away from me. My nails were stormy blue tonight and she watched my fingers with rapt attention as I moved my hands through the air. She wanted to push me away, I could see it in her eyes, and her entire body froze and betrayed her as I put my hand on her cheek and spoke calmly. "It sounds like you've had a rough night, Pippy."

I slapped her hand away, but the action sapped so much of my strength. Already, I felt out of breath. Exhaustion filled my head. I had to work to focus. "Yeah, ever since I met you. I should call the police on you! You should be in jail!"

"Excuse me, ma'am... is everything alright?"

"No,” I said to the bartender. "Everything isn't alright!"

"Pippy is having some trouble, maybe you could get her a drink? A mint julep is her favorite, could you prepare that? Top shelf, you can put it on my account." I looked at the bartender with a little smile and back at my little conquest, smiling enough to show my fangs, and then pushing a finger to her lips to quieten her down; there was no point in hiding it.

The bartender turned his back and she opened her mouth wide, flashing two sharp incisors. And immediately my thoughts came back to the bite on my neck. Frustration welled up in me and I balled my hands into fists. "SERIOUSLY?! THIS IS ALL FOR SOME STUPID VAMPIRE FETISH?!"

I touched the spot on her neck, my fingers on each of the little dots. For the young woman, it would feel more satisfying than scratching the most feverish itch. "You're so beautiful when you're worked up." The bartender put the drink beside her on the bar and I gestured to it, a demonstration of my sway. "Drink." I could enforce my will, though I almost never did. Surrender was tastier than dominion, but an example of her place in life couldn't hurt.

She touched my neck and I felt my entire body shut down. Everything went hot and numb, but the constant arousal kicked it up a notch. She gave me an instruction. Without argument, my body obeyed her. I sipped the drink. What... what was she?

"Now, you can stay here and keep shouting at me. Or you can come with me and I can make you feel things you've never felt before. Each time it feels better, each time is a whole new awakening for you." She literally drained the whole drink before she put it down - that was going to leave her blood so very sweet.

I walked out after her, with my hand in hers, but there wasn't a car waiting. She led me down the street and I started to feel the sensations in my fingers again. I could move. But I kept walking. I kept following. I nervously bit my lip. "What's going on... explain what's going on..."

"How about you tell me what you think is going on, Pippy. It's much more empowering to figure it out, and I promise to be honest with you." There was a nagging part of her mind that knew, after all.

"...you're a vampire," I said quietly, with more annoyance than disbelief. "Like in those shitty books." This wasn't a fetish. This wasn't some weird new-age kink. Somewhere between yesterday and today, a fog had clouded over the spot in my brain that told me vampires were a myth. Somehow, I knew...

"And what does a girl who is fed upon by a vampire and doesn't die become? What do you think happens when her blood is taken and replaced in kind with something from her Mistress?" Her pulse was quickening. This excited her. It couldn't help but excite her. Thralls were enslaved by their own enticement more than they were by anything chemical.

"...I'm a vampire." Wow. Okay. I didn't like that one bit. "You can't just turn me into a vampire, you jackass! I have school! I have... I have a life! Turn me back!" But what did any of that have to do with wetting the bed? Was that just a coincidence...?

"You're not a vampire." I did my best to not be disappointed in her deduction, but she still had potential. "The embrace is a gift you've not earned, one you might never earn. But... nor are you human." A thrall eventually lost all of their humanity, living an eternal existence to please and support their master; a fulfillment that few could ever hope to understand. Truthfully, by that point, they often never wanted to be embraced because it would promote independence. To a thrall, independence was a dirty word.

"Sorry, I didn't finish the Twilight books. I don't know what you made me. But I'd really rather be human, if you don't mind." I glared at the side of her face. Even now, after she had sucked my blood and sabotaged my humanity, she was so damn gorgeous... I willed my feet to stop. We had gone half a mile from the club, which meant a half a mile walk back to my car. "Fix me."

I couldn't help but laugh at her reference, at her distaste. It was amusing how cute she was. As she lost more and more of her adultly essence, those traits would shine truest. "Tell me about your time since we last spoke. Tell me about what you felt, and be honest with me. I can see through dishonesty like glass."

"I don't care," I said coldly. "I'm not here to chat. I don't care about your vampire crap. I just want you to put me back to normal." I fall for one girl at a club and she turns out to be a vampire... I felt like I was in an after school special.

I sighed and pressed my hand to her cheek, my body to her body, my teeth to her neck and her back to the brick wall of the alley. It wouldn't be a full feeding, but her defiance was so intoxicating that I couldn't help but take a little off the top. And if it left her a little more compliant for this difficult conversation, that was fine too. Gods, she was delicious.

I shoved her as hard as I could, but it was no different to shoving a wall. Her teeth sunk into my neck and I felt the same warm tingling spread throughout my body. This time, I knew what she was doing. I knew how disgusting and awful it was. And at the same time, I couldn't contain the light moaning. It was just so... sensational...

I didn't feed to change her, I didn't feed to enthrall her, I didn't feed to win her over. I fed from her as an act of pleasure; I gave so much more than I took. I flooded her blood with essence of me, I intoxicated her more readily than any alcohol could, and I lingered in her neck while my fingers played down her stomach. What would she give to tribute me? Would she wet? Would she do more? Would she cry and suck her thumb? Primal feelings flushed her over, ran through her, feelings and instincts and will and need. She was a Thrall. Thralls pleased their Mistresses. Finally, I pulled free my fangs.

Blood dripped down my neck and I held onto the wall for balance. She wiped the redness from her lips and smiled down at me. But I couldn't move. I was warm and out of breath. But she was so... she was so... I looked up at her with watery eyes and tried to find my voice, but it came out so much weaker and infantile than I had planned. “…I hate you…”

"Those words will haunt you from now until the end of eternity. Your regret in saying them, your inability to unsay them - you'll spend every moment of existence remembering when your mind was so small and your words so impulsive, wishing you could take it back." Thralls were such a funny little creatures. "Right now, you're feeling it. You're feeling intensity where I kissed you. You want to touch it, claw at it, chase after it, hold onto that sensation for the rest of time. Your little brain is fuzzing, hissing, static and distorted, you don't feel clear in any moment my kiss isn't happening. Your body is warm, your pulse is slow, your thoughts are all about me... kissing me, touching me, being close to me and alongside me. You feel it in every core thread of who you are. You feel one constant theme, one comforting, reassuring, wholly beautiful word: owned." And it might have all been words. She might have written it off. But I proved it all true just by stepping away, just by flirting with the idea of going.

"W-wait!" My body reacted. I could move again, but it wasn't to run or to fight. I grabbed her by the wrist and felt a quiet panic in my heart. An ache. I just... I didn't want her to go. I looked up at her with helpless eyes and willed my fingers off her arm. I was hurting all over... "This... this is a trick... vampire... trick... this isn't how I really feel..." But real or not, I couldn't help but feel it.

Her desperation, her need, her longing, her aching… it was so delightful, so delicious. I watched that shame of realization over her face, her beginning to notice that what I'd said was true. "If it were, why would I send you home? If it were a trick, why would let you out of my sight, never to return to me again?" She was so receptive, I couldn't wait to see how well she wore her regression as it took her.

Never to return. I felt tears fill my eyes. The aching was too much. It consumed me. I could lose her. My Bailey. My Mistress. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. No matter how much I pushed them away, they kept coming. And then they turned into a torrent. I sniffled. I whimpered. I sobbed. "Dun go... please... dun go..."

"Tell me about your feelings, since last we saw each other." I repeated the instruction, now that she felt it, now that she was receptive. I put my hand on her cheek and teased her lips with my thumb, not yet giving it to her. I knew what she'd been going through, but I longed to hear her say it, to talk about her impulses, her new thoughts, her regressive curiosity, and most of all... her dreams of me. Her tears ran hot across the skin of my fingers.

"I can't stop thinking about you... I can't get you out of my head..." Tears kept dripping and I tried to steel myself. I knew this wasn't me! I knew I wasn't this needy! But she asked. She asked, so I had to tell her... right? "Everything is scary and... and I feel like I can't handle it on my own. And in my dreams you were there... you held my hand. You gave me the answers." My cheeks turned pink at the admission. Burning. Ashamed. "Please dun go... please Bailey..."

"But you said how much you hated me, my little doll. Didn't you say that?" It was cruel to taunt her, to wind up her feelings like this, to draw up something so recent and fresh. But I'd promised her how much those words would haunt her, and part of her conversion meant her understanding that. I touched my kiss mark on her neck with my free hand, looking into her eyes with a pretty little hum from my lips. "You're so pretty now that you've been marked, you're so beautiful now that you're mine. It's so sad that you hate me."

Hate her. I didn't hate her. I loved her. No, I knew that wasn't true. I knew this was just her stupid vampire tricks. But the aching in my chest. The idea that I could hate her... it seemed so foreign. Why would I say those horrible words? Why would I hurt her? It hurt so much. My chest ached. My blood felt hot. I felt sick. I continued to cry, shaking my head, trying to force it away. But the more I cried, the worse it felt. Hot. So hot. Scalding me from the inside. I had to stop it. I didn't hate her. I had to prove--but the thought was interrupted by a familiar feeling, followed by a very unfamiliar one. Peeing. And then, the hot moisture spreading between my legs, across my ass, and dripping down my thighs. I looked down in disbelief. What... what just....

"You're more beautiful right now than ever you've been. Tears in your eyes, your undies soaking wet, my little kiss on your neck, and your fingers grasping for my touch. You're so hot, Pippy." I couldn't take away her guilt, but I'd give her pride, I'd make her proud of what she just did, proud of her accident. Proud to be a little crybaby and proud to lose her adultness. Pride didn't just come before a fall, for Pippy, it was her fall. "Wet more. Be more beautiful. Show me how much more you can be for me. And if you're good, I'll give you another special..." — I smiled enough for her to see my fangs — “…kiss."

I looked up at her in disbelief. I had to push her away. I had to run. But I didn't. Her thumb slipped between my lips and a deep instinct in my heart urged me to suck on it. So I did. And then a calm poured over me. A relaxation I had never felt in my life. And with no more than a gentle push, I began to soak my tight jeans, until the tops of my socks were wet. I smiled up at Bailey with a dizzy smile. I felt so... proud.

"You're my little girl now, Pippy, littler and littler each time." When I kissed her this time, I fed. I indulged. I made sure she got back so much more. She didn't lose her adultness, she gave it to me, she gifted it to me, and said in her own wordless way 'do this for me'. By the time I'd taken my teeth out of her, she was limp like a doll and had been moaning the entire time, by the time I picked her up and held her to my hip, her head on my shoulders, she could barely keep her eyes open. But the smile stayed on her lips. She was soaking wet, but I knew she wanted more. I knew she wanted ways to impress me. She'd spend her time from now on using that little piece of knowledge - that I wanted her to be more childish, that I'd told her to wet herself - and she'd make it her life. For now, though, I was full.