It all began the day of the red sun. Everything before that was gone. A name, a home, a family. Everything was…. Missing. She woke in the middle of a field of dead grass surrounded by withering trees. Every memory that she thought she had was gone, and she was merely a clean slate of flesh and blood. The first time she felt it was when she walked down the street, her fingertips brushing over an innocent passerby’s arm. It was ecstatic, a rush of energy traveling from her fingertips all the way into her chest. Her heart leaped and began to race mercilessly as the sweet taste of energy invigorated her heart rate. She stopped dead on the busy streets of New York, turning her head over her shoulder and trying to figure out just which stranger it was that she touched. Perhaps, she thought, it was some sort of universe and soulmates type crap… but she couldn’t decide who it had been. It could’ve been any of the busy societal followers hustling down the street towards their busy, boring lives. She shook the feeling from her chest… she was hungry.* Food never really settled her stomach, even when it growled and screamed for some sort of substance. She could eat for *days and it would never satisfy her. For days she tried burgers, pizzas, Italian.. she even tried those little corner stores for vegans. Nothing. Nothing ever satisfied her insatiable hunger. Every passing day led her closer to what felt like death, she was so tired all the time and could barely walk. She started to crave that rush of energy she had just so happened to feel, and so… she had to try and find it again. Marianne did so many things to just get a touch of someone else’s skin, and with every brush of fingers against skin she felt a bit of her hunger satisfied. It all came down to one night. She thought if she just had one person for the night, she could feel their touch for hours on end that her hunger would be satisfied. She wouldn’t feel like death, but when she took a man home-

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She woke up to a cold, dead corpse beside her. She was so invigorated, full of energy, but he was gone. She tried to wake him, shaking him desperately yet feeling no energy coming from his skin any longer. It became more and more evident that she did this. His energy had become hers, and she had sucked him entirely dry. He was gone. Marianne was what is known as a vampire, but she did not feed on people’s blood. She fed on their essence. If she took too much, they died. If she took too little, she would. She had to pace herself, to be careful at parties, to worry about greetings… she was limited to the amount of human interaction she could take. It was torturous. Especially when some people’s energy felt so much better than others.

Marianne set her cup of coffee on the plain white vanity in front of her, those golden speckled emerald eyes lifting to look at the other woman in the mirror. She was fixing the curls on her head with dainty fingers, a concentrated furrow to her brow. After spraying the last bit of hair with hairspray and patting it down with her comb, she stood back and held her tools up at her sides triumphantly, “finished!” she exclaimed. Marianne slowly rose to her feet and turned towards her hairstylist, a charming smile lifting her Ruby lips as she took the hairstylist’s hand into her own. That familiar, tantalizing rush of energy flooded up her limb and forced her heart to begin to race. She could see the hairstylist growing ever so slightly tired by the second, but she was not greedy and would let her soft hand go after getting her fix. “Thank you, you’ve done a wonderful job once again.” The women stepped out of the dressing room, the long black tool skirt flowing around her calves as she walked confidently through the hall to the main photoshoot. Her torso was covered with a large blouse, which was white, that had its top three buttons undone. It had been splattered with fake blood, and so was her Ruby lips and neck. How ironic she thought when she received the details of the photoshoot, but she accepted nonetheless. She wondered what her partner looked like, hoping that his energy didn’t taste like four day leftovers that sat on the counter the entire time. She would, in fact, have to be rather intimate with him for the shoot. Vampiress seduces her lover was the premise. Oh, if they only knew. She rounded the corner with her hairstylist in tow, her piercing green eyes wafting over the crimson couch that was draped with satin white sheets and black roses. They really had gone all out, but Marianne didn’t care as long as she got paid. She was met by the photographer who stepped up to her and grinned widely at her, “marvelous. Absolutely stunning.”

@Lil Beanz

Kyle Mctinnish was also a photographer, yet he wasnt as upfront about his compliments. in fact, he hadnt looked up from his camera when Marianne walked into the room. he was more interested in his camera settings. he has sandy brown hair and deep evergreen eyes and a fair complexion. he was tall, about 5'9, though quite lanky. his legs were responsible for most of his height, though it wasnt easily clear from his kneeling position on the ground with his camera case in front of him. his hair was curly, which was quite trendy Once Kyle was satisfied with the settings, he stands and lets his camera fall around his neck as he goes to adjust the light setting, finally taking a glance at Marianne to find the best lighting to match her hair and eyes. he rolls his eyes at his coworker, who was the one complimenting her. after the other photographer introduces the pair of them, they started taking photos, the one that complimented her helping get the right poses without being intrusive on her, yet soon wants to switch with Kyle. he obliges with a disgruntled expression. he stands and puts his own camera on the small table off to the side and goes over to her, taking a deep breath before he would gently move her curls to get the look his partner wanted to photograph before he would gently turn her chin into place, keeping an awkward distance. his touch was warm, and his palm was a tad sweaty. he didnt want to comment on it, worried she would freak out about the slight moisture. ( @redrum )

The model gives the photographer a small smile, she wasn’t a stranger to compliments. In fact, she didn’t always enjoy them. Sometimes she wanted people to compliment her on the things you couldn’t see, what she loved… what she did… her hobbies and jokes. Such was being a model, she lived off of her looks. Marianne hadn’t even noticed the other photographer, nor until she moved over to the couch and settled into the cushions elegantly. She posed like she knew everything about being a model, tilting her head in just the right places to accentuate her strong jaw and defined cheekbones. She looked over into the camera’s with a sultry look in her eye, but it was all a facade. She stared into the camera lens as Kyle walked up to fix a few pieces of her appearance, but she payed him little mind until she felt his fingers against her skin. A soft inhale was all she offered as her eyes snapped up to the man, the realization of shock making her heart practically stop in her chest. His energy tasted better than anyone she had ever tasted before. The full euphoria of just feeling his energy run through her face and make its way to her excited heart. She found herself staring up into the photographer’s eyes for what seemed like eternity, her mind focused on just the feeling of her small fix of the man’s touch. She craved more… but she couldn’t risk leaping at him while she was supposed to be working. She hadn’t felt this immense type of hunger in years, from when she had first been turned… it was almost inescapable and she found herself watching him for the rest of the shoot. She couldn’t think with how good he felt, the look of his flesh taunting her to come closer, to touch him again. She had to get herself together. Somehow…

@Lil Beanz

Kyle had no clue how his touch affected Marianne, he was too focused on making sure lighting was good and she would be in the right pose for his partner. towards the end of the shoot, he asks her, "Coffee? im gonna grab a cup for Jared and I, so do you want one too?" he wouldnt have spoken to her directly until now. his voice was smooth and easy on the ears, though he was somewhat quiet spoken. he had picked his camera up again to quickly browse through the photos that he had taken of her before he asked her ( @redrum

Once the photoshoot was done, Marianne had stood from the couch and pushed her long red hair over her shoulders. She was getting ready to go to her changing room and redress before Kyle approached her and she could feel her stomach burning for his touch. She found herself gawking at him for a second, before she cleared her throat nervously and nodded her head. “Do you mind if I came with you? I’d just have to change really quickly.” She said, her emerald eyes glinting excitedly in the light. She had to know more about him, to just get the slightest touch more of his energy. He was fairly handsome too, that was a bonus for her.

@Lil Beanz