The night was young. Pearl stalked through it like a panther, her superior eyes seeing in the dark almost as well as if the sun was up. The thin man she had drained had been delicious. His blood was gamey, but now she craved something sweeter.<br/><br/>After the first encounter, the group scattered, her mind had processed that one was missing, but her need for blood kept her on the easiest route to food. Hiding in a hallow, a pleasantly plump woman whimpered. She was trying to keep quiet, but Pearl could hear her labored breathing behind trembling fingers. Pearl stood just out of sight, taking in the smell of the woman's fear, the sound of her racing heart. She could practically taste the salt of her tears. Pearl watched as a camera shifted, honing in on her and the crying woman and a small jolt stung her neck. Her eyes narrowed at the lease and Pearl licked her lips. She would enjoy the day when she drained her Master's blood.<br/><br/>Lowering to the ground, Pearl rounded the open hallow, the woman gasped. "Shh." Pearl hushed the woman, a finger going to her lips. Pearl hesitated and another small jolt. He wanted her to play with her food. The woman trembled as Pearl held her gaze, casting a trance upon her victim. She kissed the woman and felt her pulse through her lips. It was so hard to resist biting into that supple neck. She drug the woman, now returning said kiss and clamouring to remove Pearl's clothing, out of the hallow, in view of the watching camera. They fell to the ground, the woman atop of Pearl, kissing her neck and gyrating to relieve the lust growing in her lower extremities. She didn't seem disturbed by the still drying blood along the front of Pearl's gown. The woman seemed fueled by an animalistic desire for satisfaction, but Pearl only felt the heat of the woman's blood.<br/><br/>Not knowing how long her Master wanted this performance to continue, Pearl joined in, under the guise of kissing the woman's neck. Really, she had sunk her fangs into the woman's neck, the woman let out a gasp into Pearl's ear. The woman's movements became more intense, the pleasure Pearl released with her bite fueling the woman's need before she slowed and eventually stopped. Pearl clung to the lethargic body as she tasted the sweetness of her lifeblood. It was amazing how different humans tasted from each other.<br/><br/>Just as she finished, Pearl pushed the body from her and stared to the sky. This strange world she was in had the same stars. Her heart ached for her home, for familiarity. She did not know her home and people had been destroyed by time.<br/><br/>The rest of her night had been spent stalking the remaining eight. Curiously, she only found seven. Before she could find the last one, the sky began to lighten. Knowing her night was over, Pearl returned to her Master's home. She was cleaned up and shoved into her windowless room, her master awaiting her. Pearl's feet felt like stones as she crawled into the bed. He purred into her ear, what she could only assume were praises, as he began his assault. She would not be beaten, not endure the poking and prodding of his men in white. She had earned a reprieve from that at least. She blocked him and his touch until she was able to rest, her fingers curled around the collar.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>The following night, Pearl stood on the massive deck that extended from the mansion as the daylight waned. As the shadow extended across the polished wood, so did she, her feline like eyes flitting across the landscape. Something, Pearl couldn't be sure, caught her nose and she turned her head in its direction. Fire. She could smell the ash in the air. A cruel smirk spread across her lips. It seemed one of her captives knew the basics of survival. It was a shame that would be their downfall.<br/><br/>With the land covered in nightfall, Pearl made her way to the cliffs. She hadn't been on this side of the island. Her sharp gaze eyed the bouys floating roughly 100 feet from the coast. Should she past them, her collor would send incredible shocks until she returned. Pearl sniffed the air. Yes, someone was down there.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Pearl dropped from the top of the enclave's entrance, her bare feet absorbing most of the sound on impact. Tonight, her master had her in a navy shift that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. The firelight cast a glow upon her victim and Pearl smiled. It was the one who went missing. She crept upon the man, smelling the vein in his neck. There were no cameras here and Pearl relished in the idea of devouring this man in private. No games to be played. She could tear him to pieces like the predator she was.<br/><br/>"You are so beautiful." Pearl brushed a strand of his hair exposing his neck to her fully, his vein pulsing beneath the skin. Her blue eyes reflected the firelight. "It will be a shame to tear you apart." she whispered in her mother tongue.