Insides cramping with fiery knots, Elisha Argenta gritted teeth, mounting steps to the family’s lakeshore cottage. Despite knowing better, the immortal teenager had been pushing limits. Now, she desperately needed blood.

She propped open the screen door with a large, battery powered cooler, then jabbed a key into the security panel, hurriedly punching in codes, messing up on the first try, cursing and managing on the second. A scanner read her thumbprint while subtler biometrics completed the identification process.

Substantial electric deadbolts snapped open within the door’s steel core. Elisha picked up the cooler, pushing into a mud room. As the screen door snicked shut behind her, Elisha kicked out of sandals, then used an elbow to hit a wall switch. Muted lights came on in the kitchen and the immortal teen rushed across to a pair of stainless steel refrigerators, setting down the big cooler. Impatient with need, shaking, she opened the lid. Unable to wait another minute, she reached in, snatching out a bag of refrigerated blood.

Impossible Friday afternoon traffic jams had slowed her drive from Toronto. The last hour of a long trip to the family lake property had become an agony as the nanos in her system began harvesting blood from her organs. Immortal laws and guidelines were deeply imbedded, so Elisha couldn’t simply stop, pull out a bag of blood, extend her fangs and feed while a continual, heavy flow of vehicles roared past on the highway. Gas stations and other stops off the highway were equally problematic.

Elisha slapped the bag of O-positive to her mouth, fangs piercing the plastic, immediately drawing up the nano fuel. Though chilled blood gave her a mild brain freeze, it swiftly relieved her cramps. With a blissful sigh, Elisha closed her eyes, starting to relax, internal agonies melting away as nanos in her fangs swiftly absorbed the blood.

Moments after the first bag was drained, Elisha popped a second bag onto fangs, crossed to the kitchen sink and tossed the empty into a recycle container. With a sigh, she leaned against the counter, staring through the window into near blackness. The moon was rising, but in the current phase, it was dark, not dimming the glorious spectacle of a night sky free of most light pollution. Enhanced vision picking out much more than the eyes of any mortal, she identified known constellations, and then, faint, much more distant stars. Her mind started drifting as the second bag of blood emptied.

‘Maybe I should major in astronomy,’ she mused, tossing another empty bag, smiling to herself, wishing she could travel to those stars. ‘No way in hell am I taking business and economics majors just because of Daddy!’ She turned back to the open cooler, thinking, ‘just saying that already caused a blowup. His baby taking sciences instead of business admin?’

All too well, Elisha knew what her billionaire father expected, but, like any normal girl of sixteen, she was going through a rebellious stage.

Even now, far away from the telepathic, mental pressure of parents and family, it was difficult to believe she had the lakeshore estate and the main summer cottage to herself.

‘Thank you Aunt Marguerite,’ she thought, pausing for a moment, recalling how timely the senior immortal’s intervention had been.

Her father had been ready to erupt when she told him she was considering taking science night courses at the U of T. Of course, he wanted her to major in business, economics and accounting, and, also of course, he was thinking of Harvard. Fortunately, her Aunt Marguerite had been supportive, helping sway her parents, convincing them that their daughter was much too stressed, needing time alone to contemplate her future. As a result, she was given the remaining weeks of August to relax alone in their lakeshore cottage.

Aside from needing the mental relief and space to choose her academic path, there were continual pressures and suggestions from various immortal family members. The worst was her gorgeous older sister. Tanya delighted in teasing her baby sister. A flirtatious relationship with any immortal boy was fraught with difficulties, since Tanya could easily sense the slightest hint of Elisha’s romantic interest, and then enjoyed teasing the youngster; or, as all too often happened, distracting or seducing the potential suitor.

She picked up a third bag, absently slapping it onto her fangs. ‘At least now, I have my own space,’ she thought, dreamily relaxing as the influx of blood took the edge off her need. ‘No invasive pressures from overbearing, overprotective parents.’

“Holy Fuck!”

the harsh expletive jarred Elisha. She gasped, head jerking around, eyes darting to the outside screen door. In her rush, she hadn’t close the inside door. A teenage boy in jean cutoffs and sleeveless sweatshirt was standing out on the porch, mouth agape, eyes glued to the half-drained bag of blood.

“Oh thit!” she lisped, hand jerking, needle sharp fangs ripping open the bag. Cold blood splashed onto her chest and over a halter top, running down her cleavage. Chill liquid slithered down across a bare torso, splashing over white shorts. Fangs retracting, she angrily stamped her foot, managing to splatter blood all over the tiled floor.

“Shit! she blurted, realizing in that instant that all her plans for a retreat had just gone up in smoke.

With something between a squeak of fright and gasp of astonishment, the watcher bolted, jumping off the porch, heading for the lake. Elisha didn’t hesitate, knowing she was in a load of trouble, any happy thoughts about weeks of liberty evaporating because of the open door.

She tossed the torn blood bag, intending to chase the intruder. Bare feet slipping on bloody tiles had her skidding about and almost falling on her ass.

“Fuck!” she yelped, grasping the counter for balance. Quickly recovering, she crossed the kitchen, flung open the screen door and streaked after the fleeing boy with immortal speed.

Though generally considered a geek by classmates, Darryl Cunningham was an excellent sprinter, athletic and fit. Terrified, he ran like the wind for his beached canoe. Halfway there, he was slammed from behind. Barely avoiding a face plant, he caught himself on hands, forearms and elbows, sliding across the spongy turf on lush grass. Before he could twist free or struggle up, the small girl was on his back, arms and legs like bands of metal wrapping him tight, pinning his arms and tangling with his legs.

“I’m sorry!” Darryl wailed, voice cracking as terror welled inside. “I won’t tell! Please, don’t bite me. Don’t kill me! I don’t want to become a vampire!”

“Oh shut up!” “Elisha barked, eyes narrowing, focusing on the back of his head. She tried to penetrate his mind and take control as the lanky teen thrashed and bucked, the Blood on her chest and shorts smearing his back, getting stickier by the minute. “Christ! Shit on a stick!” She muttered, tightening her arms, all but cutting off his ability to inhale.

“Will you please stop wriggling,” she asked, trying for nice, forcing a moment of calm, deliberately using her sweetest voice. “I’m not going to bite you, and I don’t want to hurt you. You aren’t going to die. I’ll just wipe what you saw from your memory and send you home. I’m not allowed to feed on mortal humans, so calm down.”

“Hunh?” he said, abruptly going still. “What? But ... you’re a vampire!”

“I am not a fucking vampire!” she growled, letting out an exasperated breath before softening her voice again. “Please! I am not a vampire. Not an undead creature of the night! I can get bitchy, but I’m not evil, or a demon, or some stinking ghoul, and I’m not allowed to bite you!!”

“What?” he said.

She concentrated, focusing on the back of his head, concentrating on slipping into his mind. The attempt failed. She came up against a total null. Worse, the skin on skin contact with his pinned arms and legs kept giving her distinctly erotic feelings. The squirming of his rear against her belly generated an Unexpected, sensual heat. Her breasts tingled, desire washing through her core. Under her, the boy abruptly stilled. For a moment, Elisha didn’t know what was happening. Crushed against his back, her breasts started throbbing, swelling, nipples suddenly becoming erect and sensitive. Then, she felt the heat as wetness started gathering between vulva folds.

“No! No, God, no! Not shared passion!” she bleated, then got distracted by the intense arousal sweeping through her body. “Christ no! This can’t be happening!”

“Ah, shouldn’t that, like saying Christ, like make you burst into flames?”

“Don’t be stupid,” she groaned. “If it did, you’d already be getting a nasty burn. Besides, that’s Hollywood vampire crap!”

“Shit! I can’t read your mind!” she wailed. “I can’t control you! Fucking nanos! I’m too young for a life mate!”

She began involuntarily rotating hips, rubbing against the boy’s lean rear. He let out a surprised squeak. Elisha moaned, pleasure rippling through her. Even in shadows, her eyes settled on the side of his neck. Deeply tanned, the exposed skin drew her. She sniffed, inhaling adrenalin and fear, both triggering a primal, predatory response. Her mouth dipped and she licked, tasting his fear and the salt, fighting the urge to bite. Instead, her lips nibbled and she licked up a salty sheen of sweat. Vibrant sensations jolted through her tongue and lips, mouth triggering another lusty response. Her hips rocked against the pinned boy.

“Hey, stop doing that!” the captive teen said in a quavering voice. “You’re licking my throat! You said you weren’t going to bite me!”

“Maybe I lied,” she murmured against his throat, deliberately licking and nipping the skin. Desire sizzled through her. The boy gasped, turning his head, unconsciously offering more of his throat.

He shuddered and Elisha realized he was starting to share in the eruption of pleasure flaring between them. “Who are you, anyway? I’m Elisha Argenta.”

“Darryl Cunningham,” he replied, squirming beneath her, pulse racing more from arousal than fear.

“Well, Darryl, I’m afraid this is beyond my control,” she told him, panting, realizing that The nanos in her system were stimulating him with shared passion. “It’s beyond both of us.”

The contact of bare flesh was driving her into a completely unexpected arousal. As she lost herself to unexpected bursts of delight, Elisha kissed a track down his throat, sucking at the hollow, nipping and licking and wanting to bite. Her fangs tingled but she fought the temptation. Even in a growing, lustful haze, she reminded herself that biting and feeding off a mortal was forbidden.

With some effort, she kept her fangs from extending. Any lingering, coherent thoughts seemed intent on getting naked, then surrendering to her first experience with shared passion.

“My Life Mate!” That thought echoed through her and between them as even more passion erupted, wiping away restraint.

Darryl started moaning, hips rocking against the turf. Though she couldn’t read his thoughts, Elisha sensed he too was fully aroused, experiencing shared bursts of sexual energy from her nanos.

She released his arms, both hands sliding down to his cutoffs. He wasn’t wearing a belt. When she touched the rigid bulge cramping in his shorts, he bucked. Hips riding the movement, she absorbed another wave of shared pleasure that shot through her core. Her busy fingers began squeezing his erection through the denim.

“Oh my god!” he bleated, thrusting into her grip. He wasn’t wearing a belt. In moments, she had the button open and pulled down the zipper, then her fingers were inside his cutoffs and briefs, grasping a hard, vibrant cock with even greater consequences. He yelped with a mix of fear and pleasure. She came unglued, easily flipping him onto his back, jerking down his cutoffs and briefs, pulling them off with ease. With one arm keeping Darryl pinned, her own shorts and panties quickly followed. Elisha straddled his waist, hot thighs pressing into him, adding to the resonant sexual communion. She pushed up her bloody halter top, flinging it aside, then grabbed his hands, slapping them to her breasts. Already hard and swollen, her small nipples throbbed against his palms. They both let out a shout, new sensations echoing between them as their feverish hands groped and squeezed and fondled.

“Very nice dick,” she purred, grasping his shaft, squeezing and pumping. “Not big and scary. Just right for little ol’ me.”

“Jesus!” Darryl moaned, jerking and thrusting against her hand.

She lifted, her fingers guiding his erection, rubbing it between slick folds. A flaming passion erupted, coursing through her core. Nubile, adolescent body demanding, she couldn’t hold back an instant longer.

Elisha pushed his cock back until the tip lodged in her tight, virgin passage. There was no thought of hesitation. Consumed with lust, her nanos stirring feverish, erotic delight, she drove back and down

“Fuck!” she squealed as Pain flared, the hymen membrane tearing. Then, she was fully impaled on her captive’s rigid shaft. Nanos immediately healed the rupture, any pain melting away, lost in wild, uninhibited pleasure as resonating passion echoed between them, building each time she rose and slammed down on the perfectly amazing, wonderful, rigid cock.

Restraint swept away by the unexpected assault on his person, not to mention a flaring arousal, Darryl Cunningham forgot all about vampires, blood, and lectures on STD’s. Any thought of protection or worries about getting a girl pregnant had flown out of his mind. With gulping pants, he thrust upwards, driving into tight, rippling, enveloping heat. The glorious wonder of his first time was beyond his wildest expectations. Juices pulsing in his groin, balls aching, scrotum painfully tightening, he surrendered to the irrevocable flow, not caring that he wasn’t capable of holding back. Somehow, he knew that this petite, totally hot, naked vampire girl was right there with him. She let out shrill cries, her pussy contracting about the root of his shaft. Lights and sparkles of color began exploding through Darryl’s mind. With unimagined intensity, he came and came, then black unconsciousness swallowed him.

Slowly recovering from the orgasmic ecstasy and fait of shared nano passion, Elisha rose to awareness and moaned. Sprawled atop the teenage boy, sticky from the spilled blood, she was naked, straddling the boy. Even more embarrassing, she realized his penis was still erect, still inside her.

Her captive stirred, groaned, then blinked his eyes open. There was enough light spilling down from the cottage porch to illuminate her pale features. He focused on large, vibrant blue eyes, watching as silver motes seemed to dance, expanding and contracting in her luminous irises.