1 | KALLISTA
 
2018 DENVER COLORADO. KALLISTA TURNED and walked out of the house with Blake following closely behind. She wouldn’t take her prize under the watchful eyes of all the girls at the party. She swayed her hips seductively sensing the thumping sound of his heart. He desired her, and there was a triumphant feeling to that. His arousal and heightened hormones climaxed her sexuality. It would be a sweet conquest.
A grove of trees just outside the house and toward the backyard was the ideal place for a kill, but first she would have a great deal of fun with his body. Kallista laughed at his excited thoughts. He thought about how he’d never had sex with an older woman and the envy on his buddies’ faces when he relayed the experience to them.
He was too engrossed by the swaying motion of her hips and the mounds of her breasts to care about where they were headed. He had just one thing on his mind: burying himself in her gorgeous body. Kallista thought he had quite an imagination, picturing all the different sexual positions he hoped to try out.
“We’re here,” she said, rousing him from his thoughts.
It was a small clearing, twenty feet of open ground surrounded by a circle of trees, illuminated by the moon. He smiled and she read his mind—he planned to put that beautiful woman’s back to a tree and give her the best sex of her life.
In a forceful jerk, he pulled her in close. She liked it rough, so she welcomed his aggressiveness. Kallista gave him an amused look when he pushed her against the closest tree.
“So, what would you like me to do to you?” he asked.
“Lots of nasty things,” Kallista said, chuckling.
“Oh, naughty girl, huh? I like it.” He paused. “Wait, why are your eyes like that?” He took half a step back.
“Um, they change color when I get excited… I mean, really excited. You must be doing something right,” she said, pulling him back closer.
With Kallista’s back against the tree, he began to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts with total abandon. He moved his mouth to her chest and his hand to her crotch. The delicious richness of her soft moans washed over him. She buried his other hand in her hair, and he responded by pulling her even closer.
“Enough foreplay. Let’s fuck,” Blake said.
A look of delight played out on her face. She fixed her now blood-orange eyes on Blake and worked her compulsion. While hearing him scream would be exciting, she would have to pass this time given the circumstances. She needed him willing and pliant, even in the throes of pain.
Before he could blink, she switched positions and pushed him against the tree.
Nervous and unsettled, his eyes opened wide as he stared at her.
Kallista sneered at him and took his lower lip between her mouth. As she held him close, she felt a sizeable erection against her thigh. She found it intriguing and decided it was pointless letting that entire “gift” go to waste. She went on her knees and freed his cock from the constriction of his jeans.
“Oh, yeah! Get that dick!” he said in an exaggerated whisper.
She swaddled her mouth around his cock and sighed blissfully as the first bit of pre-cum cocktail hit her tongue. It was the first time she had her mouth around a man’s penis, and she felt utterly exhilarated. All she’d ever known were the gratification that comes with quenching the thirst for blood.
She had heard thoughts and the talk of oral sex, in nightclubs and bars, but she’d never experienced it. Kallista believed nothing could feel more powerful and exciting than draining someone of their blood and their mortality.
But, strangely enough, she seemed to know exactly where to lick and suck to get what she wanted. Sucking dick was as invigorating as drinking blood, which she did her entire life. Until now.
Kallista watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The rapture was intense. Perhaps knowing nothing about her other than her first name made it exciting, the novelty and spontaneity of it all. Nonetheless, she had him bound in a cloud of ecstasy, the likes of which he’d never felt before.
“Oh, God! Oh my God! You’re amazing!” he garbled, his body tensing.
Kallista, also captivated by the arousing experience, heard his voice, but it sounded like she was miles away from him. A slight breeze blew her hair as she continued licking and sucking every inch of his shaft. Her body was alive, her breathing was erratic. It was different. She reached a high unlike any she’d ever felt, and when he came, semen flowed down her throat and her cells regenerated. The pinnacle of any ordeal she ever received.
“Whoa! Wait a minute! You’re glowing!” he said, after the post-coital euphoria subsided.
“I feel amazing,” Kallista responded, taking a pause and returning to her feet. She reveled in the glow that radiated from her body—stroking the smoothness of her skin, flipping her hands over, relishing her newfound youthfulness.  Her skin, which worried her moments ago, radiated as if she were a newborn.
She threw her head back and let out a low but wicked laugh. Elated, her thirst more commanding than ever, Kallista moved like the wind, her speed like lightning. One moment she was right in front of him, and the next second, she was on him like a wild animal. He couldn’t have seen her coming. There was no time to protest; the fear was instantaneous, and fright fluttered in his chest.
Terror surged within him, her beautiful Nordic white hair he admired moments ago looked like fire—a bonfire. She pinned him down, her fangs buried deep in his neck. Kallista drank voraciously. The blood was thick and delicious, exactly what she needed after the blissfulness from his cum. She felt a marriage of climactic feelings; it was amazing, animalistic, and primal, and she loved every bit of it. Blake whimpered in pain, and she giggled. His pain brought her pleasure. She drank to fill and did not stop until he took his last breath.
Getting back on her feet, a small trail of blood ran down her lips toward her chin, she licked it off with relish. Her skin still glowed under the bright moonlight. Her fear of aging was gone. She’d discovered her real fountain of youth.
“I will live forever,” she said, her voice resonating through the night. Music still blared from the fraternity house, but her surroundings were serene. She looked down at the young man’s body. “I will never forget you. One never forgets the first practice.” She smiled victoriously as she tiptoed over the body and walked away.
 
One Hour Earlier
The murky expanse became darker as the humid summer night went on. The sunrays had long since disappeared over the horizon, replaced by thousands of stars. A light breeze rustled the leaves as Kallista looked through the tree branches. Now, the night was dark, and the moon was nowhere to be found.
Kallista heard a party in the distance. She glanced down at her glittering dress. It ended mid-thigh—a perfect outfit for an uninvited party guest. With a raised eyebrow and a deep-seated chuckle, she thought about how women dresses had evolved from the time she was a girl. That said, Kallista never cared for anyone’s opinion, nor did she follow the rules of attire—that was all too boring, and she didn’t abide by such nonsense.
Walking into the Boulder Colorado Frat house, she took in the whole scene. She owned the room. Bodies rocked to the music, and the alcohol flowed freely. It was exactly as she expected: young men and women in various stages of fornication, bodies intertwined on the dance floor and in dark corners. Kallista could smell the hormones all over the place. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the sexual scent assailed her system, arousing her senses. Kallista’s body throbbed with sensation from within. It would be an exciting night.
After a few seconds, all eyes at the party were fixated on her. She had no care in the world to give. She could see the guys checking her out and the young women glancing furtively as they whispered.
“Who is she!? What is she doing here?
“Does anyone know her? Who invited her?”
“Look at her skin, flawless as smooth cream. She is gorgeous.”
She was an exquisite woman, with tantalizing silver eyes and a curvaceous body that men would go to war for. Kallista never had to wonder what anyone was thinking. Besides her incredible beauty, she had the ability of telepathy and could plant ideas and thoughts in the minds of others.
No corner of the house was safe from the music’s roar. They ran amok, those human children, frolicking anywhere they could. Free rein and it was plain they loved the way it felt. Freedom, Kallista recognized, could be as addictive as a drug, a stage she had already gone past. She went through it a long time ago, not long after she left the coven.
She touched the tip of her tongue to her fangs, and her mouth watered. All she wanted was to eat. It had been a long time since she had blood—nineteen hours, to be exact—and it was time to sate her hunger. A fleeting sense of pity ran through her mind for her next victim, whoever it would be. He or she wouldn’t survive the night.
Perplexed, she took a quick glimpse in the massive mirror in the foyer, taking in her albino skin and the faint wrinkles around the eyes. Something about her was changing. For a ninety-five-year-old human, it was expected, but she was a hybrid vampire with the youthfulness of a thirty-year-old; she should not be aging. It was not what she wanted. However, she knew how it worked. She was half-human, and that tainted part of her blood caused her cells to gradually degenerate. Her mother remained the same since her vampire birthing, which was three hundred years ago—or so she liked to brag.
Kallista chased the thought from her mind and focused on the task ahead. Her throat parched with a dry burning sensation, to the extent she already imagined the flow of thick human blood streaming down it and the relief it would bring. It was bound to be glorious; there was nothing more satisfying than feeding after hours of going without feeding.
The party rocked—bottles of alcohol were all over the place, and even more cigarettes. Kallista hated nicotine; its pungent smell reduced the sweetness of human blood. It was easy to spot a smoker from the stale scent coming from beneath their skin, and she was not interested in any of them.
Kallista smiled to herself as she watched the young college students do all the silly things children do—dissolving in laughter, touching their bodies, lacing their fingers, and screaming for no reason.
Then a blue-eyed, ash-blond young man took her out of her fixation with his unabashed and lustful stare. She had a thing for attractive faces, so she went along with it. Something was exciting about toying with food before eating it.
She pulled her thoughts away from every other person in the room and focused on the young man who stared rather bawdy at her. He stood with his back against the wall, one hand in a pocket and the other holding a bottle of beer. His jeans were deliberately worn but clean, and they fit him well, adding to his lustful demeanor. Her lips parted as her eyes traveled along the lines of his lean body. He was ideal for her. She could see his muscles rippling under the tight outline of his T-shirt, and she instantly knew how the encounter would end. She could feel his body temperature rise from across the room.
Kallista could tell the young man considered himself an alpha male, one of the most popular guys on campus all the girls wanted. Those used to getting all the attention and would discard those who did not meet his standard.
Still observing him, she watched him slowly exhale as his eyes moved from her lips to her breasts, then to her hips, and back up to her lips. She wanted him to desire her with a ferocity that scared him. She wanted him to feel her soft lips against his—it would be the most ridiculous and exciting thing she had ever encountered.
She bit her lower lip subtly, but the way his body responded was not subtle. In no time, he stood upright and headed toward her.
“You are so damn beautiful… but I’m sure you knew that,” he said. Kallista liked his smoothness and amused him with a side smile. “It must be my lucky night. I’m Blake,” he added.
“It is your night,” she said playfully. “Come with me,” she said using compulsion—without sound, just voices in his head. That was all it took for him to salivate after her, anticipating the moment.
“I’d follow you anywhere,” he said with a dazed expression.
“Yes, you will.”

Petite Breaux has written a memoir Slightly Bruised and a Little Broken, a short story The Whispering of My Heart, and children’s book Fun with Grandma. She has recently released several short stories and a suspense novel. She is currently working on a novel, Kallista: The Forbidden One, to be released September 2019 under the name just Deirdre.  
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