Chapter 36

Sophia stalked the underground passages of the city looking for her victim, someone big, and he’d have to be a titan of a man given her mood that night. She was looking for the lowest piece of scum the city had to offer, and there were a lot of places for them to hide. Strip clubs, brothels, casinos, you name it the city had it all. But the subway tunnels built beneath the busy city roads were a favourite haunt for drug dealers to cut shady deals away from the watchful eye of the CCTV cameras installed by local law enforcement. No one ventured there unless they knew who they were looking for, but not even that guaranteed a safe return. Sophia, confident she would find the right type of shit to feast on down there, didn’t mind that her victim might be high on whatever junk was the latest fad.

Slowly she moved through the tunnel, listening to the angry voices in the distance, discussing the purchasing of drugs. She smiled. The sound of her heels echoing off the dank concrete, graffiti covered, urine saturated walls. She turned the corner onto a group of men arguing around a metal drum now a fire, flames licking high in an eerie orange glow overhead.

Sophia folded her arms, hugged her jacket tight to her body as though protecting herself from the cold, head down trying not to make eye contact. One man, Jack Savoy a small-time dealer and pimp eyed her. He had a thing for young girls, liked to rough them up a bit, get them hooked on shit and have them turn tricks to pay, the usual. He pegged Sophia for the new girl, a damn foolish bastard to go up against that little vampire.

“Hey darling, wanna try some of my sugar. Let old Jackie hook you up with some sweet stuff huh?” He motioned towards her, arms out wide and welcoming. Sophia stopped.

“Really, what have you got? I… I… don’t have much money.” Her voice small and her eyes wide as she moved towards him.

“Not to worry love, you can pay me in kind. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” He threw his arm around her. A large man, well built with some extra for padding, the smell of fake leather mixed with sweat under his arms was revolting, made Sophia smile. His light brown, greying hair slicked back showing the beginnings of a receding hairline.

Jack took her back to a rundown hotel he used for his girls. It was notorious for raids by the police a few of years before, but these days, most of Vice were pocketed by the creeps that ran the city, creeps like Jack Savoy. He offered her drinks and drugs, tried to ply her with enough intoxicating substances, she would agree to anything he wanted. But Sophia had other ideas, she wanted the fix to come from him.

“A little appetiser?” He pulled six or seven small plastic packets from his jacket pocket filled with pretty white powder. She smiled as she ran her hand over his sticky hair.

“Maybe later? You go ahead? I’ll watch, see how it’s done.” She bit her bottom lip, head cocked to the side looking all submissive and innocent as she set her trap.

He cracked open a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a large measure. Took a large swill before laying out a few lines on the table. Sophia took off her jacket, sat in the chair opposite and watched with fascination as he sank back the liquid, snorted, licked his lips and then sat back letting the sensation play over him. He looked at the young beauty, puzzled by her motivation. He could understand her being there for the drugs, but she didn’t seem interested. She didn’t even have a drink in her hand. Most girls took everything he gave them without question, but not this one.

She watched him for a while, waited for his cocktail to begin sinking in and then she pouted and almost sang “Jackie, Jackie, why so blue? Come closer, come closer, I’ve got a little secret for you.” She sat, legs crossed, head bowed slightly looking up at him through the mass of auburn curls, beckoning him with her finger, then tracing across her bottom lip.

“What kind of secret sugar? You gonna tell me this is your first time?” He smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt. Snorted a couple more lines then moved in for a kiss.

“No, it’s not my first time. Come here and I’ll tell you.” Her voice had a childlike quality that made it sound deliciously perverse.

Slowly Jack moved in, the stench of whiskey on his breath. He was grotesque, and high, and that was all that mattered. Sophia wanted his blood laced in shit. “Now what’s this secret all about? Is it a nice one?” He licked his lips in preparation for kissing her. She was a delicate flower that he wanted to take, he wanted to run his grubby hands all over her soft white flesh, and feel her squirm beneath him.

Sophia shook her head. “No, it’s bad, very bad.” Her tongue flashed out licking his bottom lip before he smothered her mouth with his own. He was strong and heavy, and Sophia felt wonderful. She felt so small in comparison. But she knew that at any moment she could take him.

“Really, are you bad? Huh? Are you a bad little girl?” He was panting in her ear as he nibbled lustfully on her earlobe. She giggled as he groped around trying to find the buttons on her blouse. She found his anxious fumbling amusing.

“Why don’t you let me do that? You can sit and watch.” Again, her voice with its perverse childish edge, spiked his arousal. She pushed him off and stood up. Jack moved to the grubby barely double bed in the grotty room. He threw himself back, the springs straining with the weight of him.

Sophia began dancing, her body writhing provocatively as she unbuttoned her blouse. “Aw, see now that’s what I’m talking about. You’re a foxy little one, aren’t you?” He cheered her on, stimulated by the wonderful image in front of him.

Sophia removed her blouse, now dancing, bare breasts exposed, she began to undo her skirt. Still her body writhed in time to the music that played inside Jack’s head. Finally, she stood in front of him with just a pair of white lacy knickers on, her long auburn hair hanging in a mass of curls around her shoulders. Jack licked his lips and tried to reach out and touch her icy pale skin. Sophia moved closer to him and kissed his vulgar mouth, tasting the whiskey on his lips.

“Do you want to know my secret now Jackie?” Her voice, a gentle whisper in his ear. Jack nodded his head and looked up into her cold blue eyes, eager to learn more about this fascinating creature. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Jackie. Do you know what happens to very bad boys? Do you Jackie?” She straddled him, throwing him down on to his back and pinning his arms out level to his shoulders. He smiled waiting with anticipation as to what pleasure she was going to inflict upon him. Once again Sophia’s head cocked to the side in feigned coy submission, “They go to hell!” Her voice now suddenly sharp, no longer playful.

She flashed her fangs in a wicked smile before biting down hard into the sweaty flesh on his neck. The warmth of his blood as it rushed past her lips and down her throat. He fought against her, struggling hard as she fed from him. He put up a good fight too, but Sophia was much too strong. She held fast to his neck feeling the glorious liquid flow into her laced with the alcohol and drugs he had consumed. His heartbeat slowed to an almost imperceptible thud. Just before it stopped, she sat back, watching the remaining flickers of life left in him fight to keep hold. She smiled gently, his eyes pleading with her, breath gargling in the back of this throat. She pulled back her arm, sank her fist through the wall of his chest and ripped out his heart. Tiny spatters of blood decorated the pretty white lace of her knickers.

Then the rush hit. Suddenly everything tingled inside, liquid fire racing through her body, her senses more alert than normal. She could hear a couple arguing in the room down below. Two girls whispering upstairs as one of their punters lay sleeping after an exhausting threesome. Warmth radiated through her, and a fuzzy sensation settled in her limbs. This was the escape she had been wanting.

Standing up she dropped poor Jack’s heart into his glass of whiskey spilling the golden-brown liquid all over the white powder left on the table. She giggled uncontrollably at the silly image of his heart floating in the glass. Then turned to the dead body on the bed.

“Jackie, that shit’ll kill you.”