Being a vampire living in California wasn't exactly the way you had expected your life to pan out but you had been turned and sometimes you just have to deal with the hand that you're dealt.

Walking around the streets with nothing but the moonlight accompanying you wouldn't normally result in making any friends but with a stroke of luck you met Faith. The guilt inside of you from not telling her about your other side kept you awake as your relationship grew from friendship to one of romance but you had plans to tell her. All day you had drafted a speech of sorts, it had been edited to the best of your ability when she called you from a telephone box asking to meet in her motel room during the early hours of the morning.

-A few hours later-

A few seconds were spent peering out from the motel window before Faith deliberately and slowly drew the motel curtains closed.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" You asked, perched on the end of the bed as Faith strolled around to you, unwinding her belt as she walked.

"I'm sure... I like you y/n, now stop talking before you ruin it." Her slender hand reached over to the door, making sure that nobody could interrupt your intimate session, Faith was always very clear about what she wanted, and it seemed that carried over to the bedroom department.

Your thumbs danced around each other as she removed her clothes, she stood under the flickering light with only her black panties clinging to her form, she gestured for you to strip down aswell, you hesitated, no matter how much you hoped being turned into a vampire didn't give you the confidence boost you thought it would.

"Are we doing a live model art class or are we going to fuck? Take your shit off and get on the bed. I've only got this room until the morning so come on, chop chop!" Clearly you did not act as quickly as she hoped, Faith grabbed onto your shirt and lifted it over your head, she pushed into your bare chest until your head hit the rigid pillow.

It didn't take long before she had crawled onto you, her thighs rubbing against yours and her hands running through her hair.

"I'm sorry for being nervous... it's my first time." She cupped your cheek with her hand and stared into your eyes with great yearning.

"Don't worry..." She reached under the bed and pulled out a long but well-worn stake. "It isn't mine."

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Written by Aaron.