Longest Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn

over and pushed her away from his chosen blood meal.  She flew backward and fell heavily against the wood picket fence.
    “Let’s try this again.  If I want to share, I’ll let you know.  Vampires are so arrogant.”   His condescension was apparent. 
    Tamesine stood and stared at him.  Then she began to walk slowly back toward him, a slight smile on her face.  He watched her move ridiculously slowly for a vampire, and for a tenth of a second, he wondered about her odd expression.  Then he was hanging suspended from her hands almost over her head.  He struggled but couldn’t move.
    From above her, he looked down.  She was still grinning.
    “So, what was that about arrogance?  ‘Cause you win the prize for that, little one.   Don’t you have an idea what I am?”
    He didn’t.  Because this small female vampire should not be able to do this.  He was bigger, male, and should be stronger.  But he literally could not break free of her grip.  He struggled to speak, but her pressure on his vocal cords was too great.
    A few moments later, she dropped him unceremoniously on the ground.
    “Sorry.  I am such a bitch.  It’s probably because I’m so good at it.  And here I was really just trying to be friends.  It can be so lonely “down under” for vampires.  Not many of us seem to end up here.  You’re not first blood, not my equal, but at least vampire.  Well, anyway, I actually just wanted to play with you and your meal.  You really wouldn’t mind, would you?”
    Alvin lay crumpled on the ground, swearing in his mind.  Motherfuck!   And what did she mean by first blood?    Alvin was more than fascinated now.   What was she that she was extraordinarily strong, and referring to him as “vampire, but not equal.”   This required more information.
    He might be hunted and an exile, but he wasn’t an idiot.  He knew he’d better tread carefully.  And see if he could find out what she was.  He’d learned over the past year that there were more supernatural species than he’d ever known.  She was definitely something else.  It was apparent she could have crushed his throat with a single squeeze of her hand.  That was not good.
    So he stood slowly, brushing off his white slacks, and gave her his brightest smile.  He knew he wasn’t the biggest or most handsome vampire in the world, but he was charming.  Women did tend to like him.
    “I would be overjoyed to share her with you.  This type of thing is always more fun as a party.  And might I say, you are an extremely lovely party.”
    He had her.  She smiled coyly and shook her long hair.
    “I know!  And vampire, I play hard!”
    “Alvin, please, my lovely lady.  That sounds delicious!  So tell me, how would you like to proceed?  Ladies first, I always say.”
    “Oh, you are a charming asshole!   I like you, Alvin.  Let’s just do it together.  You ride her, I’ll watch and feed, and then we’ll trade off.”
    “Whatever pleases you.”
    Alvin felt sick already.  He was vampire, a monster, he knew that.  But he still tried to maintain his humanity.  He could tell she would not be like him.  But he also knew he had no choice.  He followed her over to the sweet little thing he’d chosen for his blood meal.  He’d wanted to have her entertain him, perhaps mount her, and then get his blood meal.  But he hadn’t planned to kill her.  Now, he wasn’t sure how this would play out.  Oh. Well.
    He eased up to the girl and told her, deep in his compel, to lay down on a plush piece of grass near the back of the yard.  It was more comfortable and out of the dim lights near the front.  Tamesine was grinning.
    “You first,” she said.
    So he smoothed the girl back with his hand, and worked his cock to its full hardness.   He had to admit it was pretty stimulating to have the female vampire watch him handle himself.  All his years, he’d never thought about an audience.  Now he realized what he’d been