Vampires didn't pack, Eve had already discovered. Clothes, toiletries and all the other things humans needed for travel or a high-speed getaway from a destination weren't necessary.

"We just pick up stuff where we find it, precious!" Cordelia said. Or rather purred. Eve always asked her questions of vampirism when they were in bed together. The vampire mind, she told Cordelia, worked better when it coped with arousal at the same time. Questions penetrated the mind. Tongues and fingers penetrated the rest.

And Cordelia loved the many places Eve's tongue went, licking, lapping and circling all the tender bits.

"Where are we going anyway?" Eve asked, as they set out after nightfall. She bid the house a fond farewell, saying goodbye to all the luxury was a wrench. And Mrs Livingstone's skills with cakes would be a miss. With any luck, Cordelia would take her to another huge house with hot and cold running servants, ready to magic up cakes covered in frosting or sandwiched with luscious helpings of double cream, cookies alternately crunchy and chewy, breaking apart where chocolate chips melted and oozed...

"To the Galens. I'd rather not, but they do have the perfect place to hide. And Arnaud's a useful guy to know in a fight."

She refused to say anything more, other than deciding they needed to stop for a snack on the way there. The dark night drew the foolish. Eve spotted him first, a young man stumbling on the road home. He must have been at the pub in the village and had drank too much to drive back.

"Finders keepers!" Cordelia whispered, nudging her forward.

Eve stepped forward, the moon picking out bits of her for him to see—a cloaked figure, dark figure poking out from the hood and a profile that spoke of striking beauty, a big nose and a generous mouth, parted lips.

"Hello. Do you mind if I join you? I don 't want to walk home myself." She threw back the hood of her green velvet cloak and widened her eyes, the time-honoured plea of the damsel in distress.

The stumbler looked as if all his Christmases had come at once.

"Yeah, of course. Dangerous to be out on your own these days. Where are you going?"

Eve pointed behind him and he turned automatically to look, the distraction allowing her to materialise right beside him. He started when he turned back, but the surprise was quickly replaced by a grin.

"I'm just a bit... scared at the moment," she said, waiting for the inevitable. Ah, men! All you had to do was appeal to their masculinity and they fell for it every time. She'd lost count of the times she and Cordelia pulled this stunt in London.

He threw an arm around her wafting beery breath in her face, and she pressed close to him allowing him to register those magnificent breasts. Now, he looked as if he'd died and gone to heaven, which was fitting seeing as the first part of that sentence was a certainty.

"Shall I...?" she whispered, making her voice breathy. The Marilyn Monroe thing always worked a treat too, and the stumbler—Alex, he said his name was—suddenly decided he was in charge. As she sank to her knees in front of him, he unbuckled his jeans quickly and thrust his groin in her face, the cock springing out of his boxers jauntily.

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed it forward. Cordelia's outraged thoughts echoed her own.

"Mister, you're going to pay for that."

Still, fun to play along with him for a while. What Alex lacked in style, he made up for with enthusiasm. He plunged in and out of her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting her tonsils and making her gag. To let him come or not?

She didn't have a choice. Two seconds later and he spurted into her with a cry that Daddy had done it, done it, done it.

Urgh. Cordelia's thoughts—possible to hear thanks to the useful vampire skill of telepathy—once more chimed with her own. If there was anything worse than a man who forced your head into his groin when you gave him a blow job, it was the one who referred to himself as the 'daddy' during sex.

For that alone, he deserved to die.

Alex zipped up his jeans. "That was great. Thanks love. Let's get you home, shall we?"

And not a gentleman between the sheets either.

"What's the hurry?" Eve said, pulling at the string that held her cloak in place. Underneath, she wore the corset, the pantaloons and the boots that had proved so popular with the villagers a week ago.

"Round two, eh?"

Drop-jawed in awe, he gazed at her. The purple brocade corset pulled her waist in, giving her the full Jessica Rabbit waist to hip ratio, and over its top her breasts were propped so high, she could practically rest her chin on them. The sock boots moulded to her calves, the stiletto heel adding five inches to her height, and tendrils of her hair escaped the high pony tail and framed her face.

She pulled at the laces and the bodice gave up its fight with gravity, the thing popping off her and falling to the ground. Eve's nipples pointed straight at him and his eyes, fuzzy with drink a moment ago, brightened. He looked down.

"Oh er... I don't know if I can, love. I—

She didn't let him finish, moving in front of him and pushing him to her chest. "Oh, Alex, I think you can."

And sure enough, she felt him stiffen, the cock shifting under his jeans poking into her stomach. He clasped her backside, fingers digging in hard, and she lowered herself to the ground. He dropped down beside her, scrambled on top and began kissing her, a squelchy mess that felt a lot like a man doing his best to exchange a litre of saliva with her.

Cordelia's kisses... and her girlfriend popped back in her head. Those were joyous. They varied for tiny, light touches of mouth to flesh as she moved from Eve's neck to her collarbone then her breasts. There, they changed—the suction more powerful as she latched on the nipple and varied the pressure as she moved over them.

Down the kisses went too, more tiny touches as Cordelia moved on her belly. And when she landed up on Eve's clitoris, there they became magical. The lips joined her flesh, so she could no longer tell where Cordelia ended and she began, and they knew exactly how to move—which bits needed licked, stroked or kissed at what time.

Alex had moved his leg so hers parted and he broke off kissing to wrench off her pantaloons and his jeans. The clumsiness of his movements made Eve stifle her laughter. What an idiot this guy was. She and Cordelia were about to do womankind a favour removing him from the gene pool.

His cock butted up against her, unable to find the opening. In the end, he took it in one hand and barraged into her, thrusting so fast and hard it added to the comedy element. Eyes closed and jaw rigid, his face bobbed in time on top of her and this time, she didn't bother hiding her amusement laughing along safe in the knowledge he wouldn't notice.

Three thrusts and another exhortation that Daddy had done it, he came, pulling out of her as soon as and rolling onto his back.

"What did you think of that, love? Fucking amazing, eh?"

"Amazing's not the word," she let that settle a second or so and rolled onto her side, lightly stroking his cock.

"Woah, lady! I don't think I—

The rest was cut off by a scream and then gurgle as Eve bit his cock off. The blood flow in that area after a man came was much faster than usual, and it flooded her mouth in record-quick time. Cordelia spring forward and fastened her mouth of his neck, ending the screams and killing him. Her eyes met Eve's, the two of them exchanging promises of what was to come as they drained his body of blood.

The encounter had taken up longer than it should. Cordelia got to her feet and kicked the man to the kerb.

"Let's go, previous," she said, taking Eve's hand. "We'd better get out of here. This road's so deserted, no-one will notice this creep's body for a day or so at least."