A Deal with the Devil

The music inside the warehouse was loud, pulsing through the massive speakers lining the walls. The sun was already up, but the candy kids kept partying. Some were just arriving. The dealers were moving through the crowd swiftly, selling their wares. Some of the kids were sleeping on couches and in corners, propped against each other. How they were sleeping, Ella didn’t know. She moved through the crowd like a cat, weaving in and out of groups of teenagers, dodging gangs of changelings. She’d been there since about 2 am, looking for fun, food, and sex.

On the outside, she looked 22 with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. Her smile suggested innocence, but her eyes stated otherwise. On this particular morning, she was dressed to fit in with the candy kids. She had a glow necklace and neon plastic bracelets lined up her arms. Her white tank top was glowing under the black lights and the reflective strips on her pants were glowing as well. She had her hair pulled back with silver and purple streaks in it. The only make-up she wore was glitter on her eyelids and cheeks. Everyone packed in the building was sweating, that was the only thing Ella couldn’t do. She knew no one noticed though, they were too busy getting high and dancing.

At the edge of the crowd she spotted her, the perfect meal. She had blonde hair, sprayed bright pink. Her tight purple fishnet tank top melded to her body and her white bra was glowing beneath it. Instead of parachute pants like most of the other kids, she wore low rise jeans with strategically placed holes. Ella could see just a glimpse of the girl’s white bikinis. She licked her lips and watched the girl for a few moments, fantasizing about what kind of trouble the two of them could get into. She felt a familiar twinge between her legs with the girl caught her eye and slowly licked her lips, giving Ella a glimpse of her tongue ring.

Ella had always preferred women, even when she was human. Her small village shunned her behavior; so did her family. When she was of age, she moved from that small village on the sea to London where she found many women with similar interests. Her first victim had been the love of her life. Ella was 22, she was out at a pub with some friends. As usual, man after man approached her and she turned them down politely. One man in particular was adamant. He followed her to the restroom and pinned her against the wall. Even his voice sounded slimy as he pressed his body against hers and hissed in her ear, “You just need the right man to change your mind.” She’d heard that same line time and time again, but this man sounded more serious. His tone scared the wits out of Ella.

She tried to fight him off, to call for help, but no one heard her screams as he pushed her into the men’s room, forced her skirt up and violated her. At the height of his climax, he bit deep into Ella’s neck. Her screams had dissipated; all she could do was cry until everything went dark and she passed out. She woke up the next evening at home in her bed. Sylvia, her lover, was sitting there, wiping Ella’s forehead with a cool rag. Her eyes welled up with tears when Ella woke up.

Ella smiled and whispered, “It must have been a dream…” Sylvia’s expression changed and she shook her head. She began sobbing.

“I found you in the men’s room, bleeding and your dress was torn. I thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re okay, darling.” She leaned down and hugged Ella close to her. Soon, Ella figured out something wasn’t quite right. Sylvia smelled different; it wasn’t a pleasant smell. And the vein in her neck was pulsing. As Sylvia held Ella close and cried on her shoulder, Ella felt her canines protrude to sharp points just below her upper lip. Her brown eyes flashed black and she had an overwhelming urge to bite into Sylvia’s neck. She took a deep breath and bit deep into her skin. The blood of her lover surged through Ella’s veins, slowly Sylvia’s cries of pain turned to moans, her struggling stopped and her body went limp. Fearing retaliation, Ella dressed, packed some clothes, and left.

Ella snapped out of her reverie and focused on the situation at hand. The candy girl was slowly making her way to where Ella was standing. Their eye contact never wavered. The girl smoothly danced up to Ella and without saying a word, they began the slow dance of seduction. The girl pressed her back against Ella, grinding her hips back. Ella could feel the music pulsing through their bodies and see the blood in the girl’s veins. Instinctively, Ella’s hands went around the girl’s hips, pulling her closer. She nuzzled the girl’s neck, eliciting a soft purr. The girl reached back, tickling the back of Ella’s neck. They were lost in the feeling, everyone seemed to disappear. Ella whispered in the girl’s ear “Wanna go someplace private? I know a place..”

The girl answered softly, “I thought you’d never ask.” Ella took her hand and lead her through the crowd and into an old store room that had old couches and a couple of mattresses. Usually the room was full of kids, but this time it was empty. Ella propped a chair against the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them. Ella’s fangs protruded slightly and she licked her lips. The girl had no idea she’d just walked into a lioness’ den.