I consider her for a bit. Imagining ripping her clothes off. Smelling and tasting her. Plunging into her and hearing her moan. But then I hear her answer her phone quietly, hear her voice. It’s just not quite right. She calmly talks to a friend about some homework, oblivious to the fact that she’s getting inspected like a piece of meat, that she’s so utterly close to being claimed, raped, abducted by a fiend sitting across the room. She’ll never know how close it was. I stand and leave.
I take my time walking the girl’s side of the third floor hall. It’s so peaceful and quiet, the memories from my past life coming back at the smell of pizza. I find a laundry room, shared by all the floors. I walk in. It’s empty, but quite a few machines are running. So I find a chair and pretend I’m just waiting on my clothes. There’s also a nice view down the hall from here. I sit and wait, watching people. Time’s on my side. I’ll let my victim find me.
People come and go, mostly ignoring me sitting here pretending to look at my phone. Then finally two girls walk in that really catch my attention. I hear the first girl before they even enter. A bit whiny, complaining about a teacher or something.
“…Like, I don’t even need to know that. Like, it’s fucking stupid…” I tune her out right away. She says ‘like’ too many times. Her S’s are a little too lispy. I hear the words ‘pronouns’, ‘privilege’, and ‘problematic’ all within a few sentences.
But she’s short and curvy. A very cute face, slightly pudgy cheeks that you just want to kiss. She wears lots of black makeup around the eyes, a bit attention-seeking, but still sexy. Her hair is brown, shoulder length. With streaks of blue. Not much, but probably rebellious enough to piss her parents off a bit, enough to make her look like a little rebel without too much actual commitment to walking the walk. She wears a casual blue t-shirt with the school name on it, baggy enough to hide the fact that she seems to have smaller tits for her size. Baggy enough to make it look like she has no pants on. But at second glance she wears cute little gray booty shorts with ‘PINK’ printed on the back. She walks around in her socks. Her legs are thick, almost chubby, her skin smooth and shiny and tan. Italian, if I had to guess. Her butt is big for her frame. I stare as she bends over to open the dryer door.
Someone passing by in the hall sees her and says, “Hey Abby!” She responds and starts chatting in the doorway, but I’m already tuning them out, forgetting her name. She’s just ‘Gabby’ in my mind now. I’m too absorbed in the second girl, the girl she originally walked in with.
Gabby’s friend, her roommate it seems, is petite and striking. The word that comes to mind immediately is ‘kitten’. Short like Gabby, but thinner and much cuter. She quietly, politely responds each time her annoying roommate talks to her. She’s shy, tries to be in the background as her roommate chats with the people in the hall. Her hair is light brown but fades down into a dirty blonde, swirling in waves, down about breast length, covering part of her chest. Her face is unique. Gorgeous, but somewhat baby-faced, girly and cute. Her cheekbones are high and model-like. Her eyes are upturned and striking, going to a sharp point at the tips, accentuated by her dark makeup. Elegant, cat-like features. Or ‘elven’, straight out of Lord of the Rings or something. Her skin has a bit of a tan, but still delicate. Kind of an Irish look to her. A girl that should have a sundress and a crown of flowers on. She wears a pink loose-fitting tank top that hangs low, clearly revealing the straps of her black bra beneath. Tasteful, not quite slutty. Her tits are small but sizable for her petite frame. She wears thin white lacy shorts, high-rise on her hips, revealing perfect slim legs, cupped around a surprisingly curvy ass. Also in her socks. Apparently that’s the thing to do.
The girls look so at-home, dressed-down and comfortable walking around doing their laundry. I found the perfect piece of fruit, my shopping finally finished. These girls have no idea what’s in store for them tonight. This will be the worst night of their lives. The annoying girl will not be lucky. Same with the desk girl downstairs. But tomorrow this ‘kitten’, whatever her name is, will have a new home, new parents, a life more pleasurable than she could ever hope for.
I let the girls make their way back to their room, following at a distance. I glance at the room number. 319. Then I continue back to the stairs. Time to go get their key.
Back down in the lobby, I move silently, staying off camera, staying out of sight around the corner of the front desk. I pause to listen. No one else is around. Only a soft tapping of fingernails on phone screen. Only the mean girl sitting there. She’s about fifteen feet away on the far end of the big half circle desk. Behind the desk is a wall with an open door leading to an empty admin room and offices.
I move to the blind spot I noticed earlier, hopping over the desk with ease, completely silent. I pause and glance around to make sure the lobby is still empty, that no one noticed me. I move right up behind the girl. She sits leaning back in her chair with her legs up on the desk. A laptop sits open to some work she should be doing. But she just sits there tapping on her phone with her long sparkly fingernails, replying to a comment on a picture of herself.
I lean over her head, inches away. She wears a baggy, thin cream-colored sweater, which slouches off one shoulder, showing her sexy bare skin. Clearly no bra. I can see down to her cleavage, her tits comfortably sagging in there. Her thick ass squishes outward under her, tight black yoga pants meant to show it all off. The pants stop at the knees, smooth bare legs down to bare feet, with sparkly painted toenails to match her fingers. None of this is work appropriate, but clearly she doesn’t care.
Her hair is interesting, buzzed short on one temple, poofy and swooped over on the other side. I get close to her neck, seeing her stretched earlobes up close. White plastic tunnels. You can see right through. Her glasses are nerdy, probably on purpose in some ironic way.
I breathe in silently, her fluffy hair and soft skin a half inch from my nose. And I’m assaulted by too much fragrance. Coffee, cocoa, she’s lathered in lotions and perfume.
I make the slightest cough. She hears, jumping in her seat and whipping her head around, “The fuc-”
But I pounce before she can finish. I clamp one hand over her blue mask, over her mouth to muffle the noise. My other hand getting a fistful of her spongy hair. I push forward on her with my whole weight, bending her forward in her chair hard, preventing her legs from coming down from where they lounge on top of the desk. I grip her hair painfully, pushing her head forward and down, exposing the back of her neck.
She lets out a muffled scream, starts to claw and thrash, but it’s too late. I sink my fangs down into her light chocolate skin. And she grunts stupidly, her scream wavering. I suck, the warm blood filling my mouth, her life essence gushing into me. Within seconds she goes quiet and groggy. My powers are becoming stronger each time I feed. I can render my prey helpless so quickly now.