It was the sort of thing that had lost all thrill for him, and yet he had no other option. He had to survive somehow, didn't he? One could not resist his nature simply because he found it repulsive. She was as empty headed as they came, standing there before him in the dark shadows under the gymnasium bleachers. It would take very little effort on his part to override her thoughts, as there were no thoughts there to override that had any depth to them. She saw him only as the gorgeous, pensive boy she thought him to be.<br/><br/>"Brittany..." he purred, taking another step closer.<br/><br/>"Mmm?" she twirled her hair around one finger.<br/><br/>"Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes."<br/><br/>She giggled, averting her gaze and blushing, "Y-you're... making me kinda nervous, Jack..."<br/><br/>He placed a delicate hand under her chin, careful to do so ever so softly so that she wouldn't fully notice how cold his fingers were. It worked. She looked up and met his gaze. Her eyes were wide, round, slightly tensed as her natural instincts finally kicked in and told her a predator was near--but it was too late for any of that. The second she met his gaze, it was too late.<br/><br/>"Relax..." he breathed.<br/><br/>She exhaled softly, and her shoulders slumped ever so softly.<br/><br/>"Now... I want you to just breathe, alright? Just relax. I'm so happy you agreed to come here with me. You are a beautiful girl, Brittany...." he spoke in a soft, lulling voice that had suddenly taken on a new resonance, using the words he knew would put her at ease. His voice hummed and vibrated, burrowing deeper into her than any sound she'd ever heard.<br/><br/>She blinked a few times, and her arms unfolded from across her body, slowly lowering to her sides. As he was so much taller than she was, her head was tilted back. Now, as she stood staring, her neck slowly relaxed and her head tilted farther and farther. She never broke eye contact, however, though she seemed to be trying to. Her eyelids fluttered every now and then, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She swayed on her feet and he took hold of her arms gently to steady her.<br/><br/>"No... that wont work. You want to look away, but you can't... you know why? Because you don't really want to. You want to just stand here. You want to keep looking at me. You like this. Its peaceful. If you really think about it, you'll realize you trust me."<br/><br/>She smiled dreamily and all resistance crumbled. He knew the signs when he saw them. She was his. His tone changed now, from a lulling seduction to a gentle yet firm command.<br/><br/>"Good, that's much better. Now, listen closely, you pretty little idiot... can you do that for me?"<br/><br/>She nodded mutely.<br/><br/>"Stand up straight."<br/><br/>She did.<br/><br/>"I want you to pick up your backpack and walk out of this school. If someone talks to you, smile and wave, but don't make conversation. You're late, Brittany. You're in a huge hurry. Don't run, just walk. You can't stop for anything. You're late. You wont make it on time if you stop. Leave the school and walk across the yard to the trees beside the river like you always do on the way home, then head up the river. There's a cave there. Go inside the cave and stay there."<br/><br/>She was already moving as he finished. He watched her quickly stoop to pick up her pack, blink a few times, then hurriedly step out of the hidden space they'd been standing in. He smiled darkly. He would feed well tonight, and she would never remember.<br/><br/>Sure enough, when he made his way there an hour later to avoid suspicion, she was standing there in the back of the cave, looking confused.<br/><br/>"You did well, Brittany."<br/><br/>She jerked and started at the sound of his voice. The spell was broken and she looked ready to bolt.<br/><br/>"What? Where... I don't..."<br/><br/>"Shh... this wont hurt. I promise."<br/><br/>With that, he stepped forward in a movement as quick as breathing, took the stupid girl in his arms to hold her still, and pressed his lips to her neck. After a peremptory kiss, he bit gently. His teeth were no different in shape from those of humans, but they were harder, and much sharper. The flesh opened with surgical precision, releasing a flow of blood from the vein at her neck. He drank deeply and moaned with arousal as her body bucked and squirmed. He focused his attention on feeding the sense of pleasure he felt into her body and suddenly her struggles became a squirming, rocking dance of arousal. When she left the cave an hour later her clothing rumpled and buttoned wrong, she was slightly pale from loss of blood, but the wound on her neck was completely healed, leaving no trace behind that it had ever been there. She smiled dreamily, looking drugged and walked with a swerving, staggering gait. He knew she wouldn't remember where she'd been when she finally made it home. Her parents would suspect drugs and ground her to her room for a week. No harm done.