Helpless

"Oh, little one," Victor crooned, stroking Cherise's cheek. "You're such a tempting morsel. It's hard for me to restrain my... darker impulses." He leaned in, brushing her neck with cold lips. "Very hard," he whispered, feeling the warm pulse beneath her fragile skin.

"Vic..." She pushed at him gently, and suddenly he was inflamed. He threw her down with inhuman strength, fangs extending. He lunged, hands like claws, only to stop with a jolt as the stake slipped between his ribs.

"I do kinda like dom-play," Cherise told Victor as he crumbled, "but you have to remember: it's only play."