Elizabeth considered herself a connoisseur of allure.
Much of it was thanks to her passive vampiric charms—an invisible spell woven into her very presence that pulled the opposite sex to her like moths to flame. And after nearly six centuries of unlife, she had indulged in every kind of beauty the world had to offer. Men and women alike had worshipped her with their bodies… and died with blissful smiles still frozen on their faces. Her blood sorcery, in fact, was built from the remains of those intimate, final moments.
But then she saw him.
A man so breathtaking that even sunlight seemed to dim in his presence. Perfection sculpted into flesh. Elizabeth, vain as she was, felt something sharp and primal coil in her. Desire, yes—but more than that. Need. Possession. Obsession. He wasn't just beautiful—he was divine.
She had to have him.
She reminded herself she had once been nothing but a pretty toy for a cruel vampire lord—until she slaughtered him and took her freedom by force. That lust for power had earned her the embrace of immortality. But this man… this godlike creature... he made all that history blur into a dream.
So, she abandoned her usual methods. No delegation to thralls, no lazy seductions through intermediaries. For the first time in over two hundred years, she hunted personally.
Her enchanted necklace—bestowed by a sorcerer who still bore the scars of her "favor"—allowed her to walk beneath the sun. It made the stalking easier.
In a month, she knew everything.
Where he lived. Where he worked. Who he laughed with. The rhythm of his daily life. She memorized his routines as one might memorize a lover's body—carefully, with reverence.
And when the time was right, she struck.
He was at a club with his friends—half-drunk, half-distracted by the pulse of music and lights. Elizabeth slid through the crowd like liquid shadow, appearing beside him as just another tipsy flirt. Her smile was radiant. Her eyes glowed with ancient hunger.
With a whisper laced in compulsion, she bent his will like silk in her fingers. He didn't even resist. Why would he?
As far as he knew, this was just the beginning of a night he'd never forget.
She led him away from the safety of his friends, friends that would have otherwise protested for she knew two of them were in love with him. His hands clasped into hers, she could hear how his heart was beating with anticipation as they headed outside. She wanted to let out her Cheshire grin but the plan was not yet in place.
They flagged down a cab and once in, he had grown too impatient and started kissing her. Elizabeth had plenty of experience yet his soft yet anxious kisses took her breath away. She felt her body surrender to the kisses and almost melt to his touch, making her undead heart flutter. If she had warm blood in her, she was sure she would be overheating.
The cab driver knew they would really engage in the back of his cab if he was even a tad slow so he made sure to step on it and save himself jealousy. Once he dropped them off at the hotel she gave him, he sped off, swearing to himself.
She herded him to the elevator, not minding the stares at all. the hotel belonged to her and the staff were her thralls. Most of the clients were vampires here to enjoy their stay in Metropolis. He was to busy exploring her body to even notice the hungry look most of the female clients were giving him and Elizabeth made sure to show her possiveness towards him by sending them a psychic warning not to disturb them.
Once in her suite, she let go of all her decorum and truly enjoyed herself. Her breath was taken away by how beautiful he was. His body seemed to have been sculpted by gods, the way he touched her made her knees almost turn to jelly. She had to stop herself more than a hundred times from spoiling her pleasure just to have a taste of his intoxicating blood.
Out of all her human lovers, he lasted the most, an entire five hours of love making had made her sweat, drool and cum more times than she could count. Even as they lay in the bed covers trying to catch their breath, she was still trying to think of how in the world she had turned from an apex predator to a screaming whore.
When the first rays of sunlight hit her face was when she finally woke up. Looking at the Adonis that had turned her into a little spoon beside her, she was taken aback. He was the first human to have ever survived a night with her and her pride couldn't allow it. He had turned her into a mess and even if she liked it, she had a reputation to keep.
So, she straddled above him, waking him up. He must have thought she was initiating for she felt him start to become hard. A part of her wanted to feel it again, that feeling of being thoroughly ravaged but her pride doused it all at once. Her fangs slid out as her sclera turned red. She almost came when she saw how his eyes widened in surprise then terror, making her pride soar.
His hands went for her neck but she was too fast for him and strong, as she caught them and pinned them under her knees. His blue eyes pleaded with her but her sadistic side only enjoyed it as she savagely sank her fangs into his neck and finally drew his heavenly blood into her mouth.
To say his blood was the most beautiful thing she had ever tasted was an understatement. As soon as it hit her tongue, her legs quivered as a taste she never believed was ever possible made her body tremble. She blacked out!
When she came to, she was shocked to her herself feeding the human her blood from a self inflicted wound on her palm. His eyes were listless, yet they showed a platheronof emotions, emotions that hit her hard. She realized than that she couldn't let him die. Not because dying now with vampire blood in him would turn him but because she wouldn't taste that heavenly blood.
But what she didn't realize was that fate had other thoughts. Or rather, it thought it had plans for him. Jared Gaius Peterson was supposed to die on this day, drained by a vampire too confused by her feeling of him. What not even Fate of the Endless knew was Jared Gaius Peterson had a meta gene that was a mutation of all meta genes.
As soon as his final breath was drawn, even with vampire blood trying to heal him, the trauma of it all finally made him snap. His meta gene unlocked with a thunderous pop that shook the air. Elizabeth was off him in an instant, her instincts screaming at her to get away but it was already too late. A blinding light came out of him and after the light came this thunderous sound that simply erased everything in its path.
Vampires grow strong in two ways. One, becoming older. Second drinking blood. The more blood they drink the stronger they become. Of course, quality blood was better than quantity so often when vampires of the same age clash, the latter way was the deciding factor. Elizabeth had been drinking quality blood all six hundred years of her vampiric life, she could use a school bus as a football and accelerate to 600mph yet even she couldn't outran the destruction that came out of him.
Metropolis was suddenly bathed by a blinding light that seemed to destroy ever single thing that it came into contact with. In a range of three city blocks, everything in that radius simply stopped existing. It only lasted an instant but it's aftermath was soul shaking and at the epicenter lay Jared Gaius Peterson, bucknacked.