Chapter 2 - Hear

Vinessa.

The girl’s name, apparently – scribbled across the top of the mirror with entirely too many swirls and hearts. She’s new to the area, somewhat out of sorts, cute enough to have plenty of friends but too shy to convert them all right away. She flew threw tryouts like Kain soars through the skies, and now she’s on the cheerleading team, with full-on merit. She’s talented and flexible and fluid and pretty, and none of the other girls work a miniskirt like she does. Kain licks her lips at the thought. And doesn’t have to wait long for the sight. 

Vinessa practices every night – or tries to, at least. She’s been jumpier than usual lately, skittish and distracted. She closes windows; Kain opens them. She turns on lights; Kain turns them off. She looks out her window and sees nothing; Kain looks through and sees a cute girl in a uniform stretching to touch her toes.

Useless music plays in the background. It’s the same sort of trash all the kids listen to, nowadays, not like real music, not like what Kain’s used to. But the sounds are muffled through the glass, and Kain rests her chin on her hands, idly, shifting to spread her own legs. Vinessa’s are spread in splits, and her plaid skirt is bunched up to show her white panties. Her white button-up is un-buttoned, as she’s got herself in a sweat again, moisture beading between her breasts. She’s panting slightly, and for a moment, Kain fantasizes about ripping the air from those lungs. All the little things humans take for granted she wants to play up and have them appreciate in their final dregs of life.

Vinessa takes heat for granted. She climbs back to her feet and shrugs off the rest of her shirt before kicking it into a corner. She rolls her shoulders and moves her feet, heels clicking. She’s in her own bedroom, but she’ll likely be in heels on the field. So best to practice. Kain isn’t complaining. Vinessa’s a petite girl, and the red stilettos do wonders for her legs. 

Her bra’s a lace bra, not a sports bra. It’s not meant for the bouncing around she does in time to the music, trying to practice various moves in her routine. Her heavy chest jumps at every step, and when she spins her left nipple falls out, which makes Kain chuckle to herself and smile. Vinessa has to stop after a moment to tie all her hair back up in a neater pony-tail. Then she hooks two fingers in the hem of her skirt and shimmies out of it, panties tight across her bottom. Her perfect, pert, glistening bottom. Almost inadvertently Kain runs her tongue along one fang – that’s one ass she can’t wait to sink her teeth into. 

But before she can fully finish that train off thought four bats streak past the window, shrieking shrilly and calling to Kain. She ignores them as they fly off, and doesn’t know whether to curse or laugh. Inside Vinessa’s fallen on her ass, surprised, and instinctively covered her chest with her hands, looking fearfully outside. The night is a scary thing for a young girl, but this one in particular jumps so easy. She’ll make the perfect slave, Kain thinks, when the time is right. 

And that time might be sooner than expected...

Vinessa’s about to turn back to her room when her eyes stop, sharp. Directly in line with Kain’s eyes. For one horrible moment Kain wonders if she’s been spotted – if her red pupils have reflected too much moonlight, or if her hair moved in the breeze too much. Or maybe it’s her fangs, long, and out, and nearly wet with want, barred and ready to bite. ...Or perhaps it’s the appreciative moan she’s made, fingers massaging gently between her legs.

Either way, Vinessa looks terrified. She seems frozen as she slowly lifts off the floor, still covering her chest, and inches oh-so-incredibly-slowly to the window. She closes it, and clicks the latch. And doesn’t take her eyes off Kain. And Kain grows tired of waiting, and steps out of the cover of shadows.