She could smell it, that virgin blood. She had gone so long without such a delicacy, subsisting off wildlife during her time in these barren pine forests. The people were few and far between, and a nice, young virgin full of blood was even fewer. How this one avoided her hunts for so long was a mystery, but she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Perched high up in a pine tree, she eyed the road, she knew that it had to be in a car. Her prediction was proven right when her night-adjusted eyes were nearly blinded by the sudden appearance of headlights. This was her target, driving down the country road with her windows down, leaving a trail of its scent across the hot, muggy night air. Once the car passed, the vampiress jumped from her perch and in a puff of smoke turned to her bat form, in quick pursuit of the blood she so desperately desired.
 
 
  She followed the car for miles, her wings began to burn from exertion but her bloodlust overpowered her nerves. Finally, the car began to slow down and turn down a dead end street. The vampiress saw the car pull into a rocky driveway and stop. The car shut down but the quarry did not leave its car for a minute, checking its phone. The vampiress cared not, she could wait a week if it meant she could get this blood all to herself. It’s why she stalked the forests after all, too much competition in the cities, nearly every vampire had to share whatever meals they fished out of the clubs. Out here though, it was just her and her hunting grounds for dozens of miles. Finally the virgin left its car, but when it revealed itself, it appeared to be a woman with long brown hair and very womanly curves. This confused the vampiress, the blood she had been smelling was full of testosterone. This threw the vampiress for a loop long enough that the woman had dashed to the front door of the house and entered. Curses, her plan to quickly ambush her food as it got out of the car was passed, she’d now have to wait for the woman to exit the house when it was dark, and that could be a long time. The vampiress would need to stalk the house, plotting, waiting for an opportunity to either take down the woman when she stepped outside, or receive an invitation into the house, which would be difficult to achieve at night. She might even need to fashion a shelter nearby, to protect herself from the sun’s rays once day broke.
 
 
  However, as luck would have it for the vampiress, she heard the house’s back door open, and quickly fluttering over the house, she saw an opportunity. The woman had let her dog outside to relieve itself. An idea popped into the vampiress’s head, she had only heard of this maneuver in rumors, but if it worked, she’d have her delicious, coppery, virgin blood in just a few minutes. Once the dog had finished its business, the vampiress readied herself, she’d have one shot at this. The door opened, the woman stood in the doorway. The vampiress lifted off and flew towards her. “Come in,” chimed the woman’s voice, that was all it took. Despite the intent being for the dog to come into the house, the vampiress was able to use that as her own invitation. She flew right past the woman’s shoulder just as the dog came in. The woman whirled around to see what had just flew past her head, but when she turned around all she saw was the vampiress towering over her. A menacing glare was all that she registered before she felt a sharp pain in her neck, then passed out.
 
 
  The vampiress licked her lips and teeth clean of the blood, by the powers that be it was so absolutely delicious. It had been so long since she had blood so divinely savory. But of course, her ecstasy could not last, as the dog attacked her leg. While far removed from wolves, her vampiric connection to canines allowed the vampiress to quickly soothe the dog and commanded it to sleep. With the dog now immediately snoring, the vampiress was able to get down to her business, nice and proper. The initial bite was meant put her meal to sleep and quickly stopped bleeding, but it wouldn’t last long enough for her to complete the feeding and unlike in her previous plan, she could now properly preserve her food, so that this could become more than a one night stand, as it were. She need to secure the blood bag so she couldn’t fight back once she awoke. Shutting the back door she entered through, she quickly stormed the house, looking for anything she could use to restrain her food.
 
 
  Her solution came in a roll of duct tape on the kitchen counter. It was crude, but it would be effective. With her great strength, the vampiress hoisted her prey over her shoulder, into the house’s dining room. She sat the woman down onto a chair, and undressed her so she could properly get to the skin that was just begging to be pierced by the vampiress’s fangs and let loose the deep crimson blood within. The woman’s breasts were nicely sized, almost as large as her own, the vampiress noticed as she removed the woman’s shirt and bra, meaning that there would be even more blood to extract. Removing the woman’s pants, the vampiress was able to solve her earlier confusion as to why the blood smelled so different from the source’s appearance. The woman had a penis, this was a trans woman. The vampiress was surprised she did not surmise this earlier, after all the vampiress who first turned her was a trans woman as well. Perhaps she’d continue the cycle with this one. But she was getting ahead of herself, she didn’t have much time left before her bite wore off and the woman would awake. With inhuman speed the vampiress spun the duct tape around the seated woman, ensuring to carefully leave key points on the woman exposed so she could more easily feed upon her. With the last few rotations of the tape, the woman began to stir. Seeing this, the vampiress began to consider playing with her food. It certainly would raise the meal’s heart rate, meaning less effort on her part.
 
 
  The woman’s eyes began to flutter open. Standing over her, she saw a tall, pale woman with long jet-black hair and eyes just as dark. “W-what? Who are you?” she said as she came to.
 
 
  “Oh hush my snack, that is none of your concern,” the vampiress said in a sultry manner, “all that you need to worry about is making sure your heart is beating nice and fast for me, getting that blood pumping through your nice, full veins. Or arteries, I should say, they’re the ones that hold the tastier stuff.”
 
 
  “What are you talking about? Let me go!” the woman demanded, struggling against her restraints.
 
 
  “No can do miss, now sit still, I don’t want to make a mess and have to lick the floor to get all that wonderful, nutritious fluid into my mouth,” the vampiress ordered her food, “Oh, it looks like I missed some.” The vampiress’s attention was drawn to the small rivulet of blood leftover from her first bite. She moved in to lick it off, savoring the metallic taste. This elicited a scream from the woman right in the vampiress’s ear.
 
 
  “Ow, that hurts, you know. Perhaps I should have duct taped your mouth as well. But then, I wouldn’t be able to hear your voice weaken as I sucked you dry,” the vampiress attempted to get a rise out of the woman, apparently with success, as she sensed the woman’s heartbeat pick up in speed, almost exactly to her liking.
 
 
  “What… are… you?” the woman asked, quickly becoming paralyzed with fear.
 
 
  “I’m just a vampiress who needs to feed, and your virgin blood smells like a five star delicacy,” the vampiress stated before plunging her fangs deep into the woman’s neck, making her scream once again. Finally, the sticky, sickly sweet blood was flowing into her mouth. It was practically orgasmic to finally have such taste flowing across her tongue and quickly down her throat. At this point in the meal, she did not need to do much sucking to get the blood into her mouth, the meal’s pulse staying high enough that the blood practically gushed into the vampiress’s mouth. And choosing the neck, that was the wisest choice in the eyes of the vampiress. The lowered bloodflow into the dinner’s brain would make them sleepy, weakened, exhausted. They’d still put up a fight, but it’d all be for show. But she had to be careful, drink to much from the neck, and she could accidentally starve the brain of oxygen and kill her food, forcing her to suck out all the blood manually, and it would most certainly become stale by the time she finished. When the woman’s cries died down to lower sobs, and the force of the blood spurting weakened with every beat, the vampiress knew she had to move on to another site. She ran her tongue over the puncture so that her vampiric saliva would force it closed, preventing even the slightest drop from leaking out without entering her mouth, and then she finally released her mouth from the woman’s neck.
 
 
  “Hmmm, where do you think you feel the most strength, my meal?” the vampiress asked, both to try to determine where most of the woman’s blood was and to ensure that her meal was not dying.
 
 
  “You… bitch…” the woman responded between gasps. The physical fight was out of her, but she still held a resolve.
 
 
  “Very well, maybe I should try your penis then?” The vampiress said, moving to hover her fangs over the loose cock,” I know blood loves to well up there, but it’ll be a shame since I’m sure that feeding off it would absolutely ruin it,” the vampiress threatened.
 
 
“Don’t… even… want it…” the woman replied, her transition effectively nullifying the threat.
 
 
“Very well then,” the vampiress responded, and with a jump pierced her fangs into the inner right thigh of the woman. The threat had been an empty one, blood would not rush to the penis in a time of such blood loss. But it would indeed pool somewhat wherever gravity would be pulling, in this current case the woman’s meaty thighs. The vampiress’s position was however an unfortunate one for her, for every three drops she swallowed, a drop of blood would escape her maw and land on the chair beneath. This upset her quite a bit, she craved this blood, and any sense of sanitation be damned, she would have as much as she could. But still, the vampiress kept her mouth suctioned to the piercing, an audible slurping noise could be heard with nearly every suck as the small rivulets of blood escaped her grasp. Finally, she released her grip and gasped as she swallowed the last mouthful of blood. Without a second’s pause, however, she licked the bite, wiping it clean of the blood that ran down the leg and clotting the wound. She also lowered herself to lick up the small puddle of blood that had pooled on the chair, getting all of it in one go.
 
 
The vampiress stood up and poked at her gut, a sizeable bulge could be felt. She determined that so far she’d fed on over a quart of blood, more half the amount the woman could lose before risking her life. The vampiress, despite her longing to suck up every last drop in the woman, knew that it would be best to leave the woman alive so that she could return to feed again and again. One last, good feeding should let her take as much blood as she could, leaving as small a margin as she could, down to a single pinprick of it.
 
 
The vampiress eyed her dinner up and down, thinking of where she should take her final bite. She could go for the wrist, that was a classic spot, but with how much blood she had already withdrawn, she could end up killing the hand, which was not her goal. If she was going to farm this girl for more blood, she couldn’t leave any major wounds that would raise suspicion amongst others once her feeding was over. The other thigh, perhaps? But then that would likely lead to a mess just as before, and while she was not above licking the seat to collect all of that precious blood, it wasn’t something she preferred to do. She definitely couldn’t feed off the neck again, leaving only one nice, fatty area full of blood for her to feed from, the woman’s breasts.
 
 
The vampiress raised herself so that the woman’s nipples were at eye level. She gave the left breast a squeeze, ensuring that they were indeed natural and not implants. Human medicine has certainly come a long way, the vampiress thought. The woman did not respond, having passed out from blood loss while the vampiress fed upon her thigh. With one last squeeze of the breasts to get a feel for where to best pierce her fangs, the vampiress sank her fangs into the soft flesh.
 
 
After extracting so much blood from her prey, the vampiress had to suck with great pressure to receive the mouthfuls of blood that she greedily gulped down. She was rewarded for her efforts with some of the sweetest blood the woman had to offer. Perhaps it was from the nutrients stored in the fat tissues, but the vampiress swore she had never tasted blood so sweet, perhaps she should feed from women’s breasts more often. She definitely would feed from this woman’s breasts again, at the very least. The vampiress was so enamored with feeding off the blood within the woman’s breast, she nearly lost track of just how much she had drank. With a heavy heart, the vampiress reluctantly pulled away from her her prey, giving one final lick to ensure that the woman would not bleed out and perish, denying the vampiress from ever tasting such orgasmic blood ever again.
 
 
The vampiress’s stomach could now be seen to have a visible bulge, filled to the brim with blood. All in all, the vampiress guessed she had consumed nearly a half-gallon of the woman’s blood, just enough to keep the woman alive for another feeding. She lamented that it would take the woman over two months for her to recover all the lost blood, and even though she drank so much, it would only keep her going for the next week. If only she could have such wonderful blood for every meal, but alas that was a dream only a select few powerful vampires could ever achieve. She’d have to feed on deer and humans with low quality blood. But to have this woman in her pocket, to feed her such wonderful blood every two months all to herself, the vampiress assured herself she could make do.
 
 
But in order to assure that the woman would remain a safe, consistent source, she needed to be hypnotized. The vampiress placed her hand on the woman’s forehead and lifted her closed eyelids open. The vampiress stared intently into the eyes, searching for the faintest sign of consciousness she could latch onto. Finally, a glint in the woman’s eye and a twitch of the pupil meant the woman’s mind was receiving information. The vampiress took advantage of it, and forced her message into the woman’s weakened mind.
 
 
“Know me, mortal. I am Daniella the Vampiress. You shall always allow me into your home and when I demand, you shall feed me your precious blood. You shall never sleep with another, lest you ruin your blood and force me to drink you dry. Understand me, and know that you shall never be able to deny my will, nor reveal me to any other,” the vampiress Daniella spoke aloud. She always thought it was overdramatic, but she needed to appear powerful, forceful, and domineering in the eyes of her victim for the hypnotism to work.
 
 
“Yes, Mistress Daniella,” the woman responded unconsciously. The hypnotism had taken it’s hold, and the woman hung on Daniella’s every command. She was now completely enthralled, and would serve as Daniella’s personal bloodbag until the end of her life.
 
 
“Now, mortal,” Daniella continued, beginning to unbind the woman from the chair, “when your strength returns, assume your normal schedule, and ensure that you do all within your power to restore your blood as quickly and efficiently as possible, so that I may feed upon you once more. Now, sleep.”
 
 
“Yes, Mistress Daniella,” the woman responded once more before closing her eyes and slumping over. Once she awoke, she would hold no conscious memory of what had unfolded that night. But whenever she would lay eyes on Daniella, she would once again become the vampiress’s thrall. This suited Daniella just fine, she was not one to take thralls, but this one, the blood was just so delicious, she couldn’t not ensure that it would always be available to her on tap. Perhaps even one day, when the woman’s blood thinned, Daniella would suck her dry and take pity on her and turn her into a fellow vampiress. However, such a thing would take place far in the future. Daniella had yet to care enough about her thrall to even know her name, let alone grant her the gift of vampirism.
 
 
With the last of her business taken care of, Daniella went to the back door, awoke the dog she had put to sleep, and exited the house. Dawn would arrive soon, and she needed to return to her lair. Daniella leaped into the air and transformed once more into her bat form, flying off into the night, remembering every flutter of the way so she could always find her way back to her new favorite dining spot.