Rachal loved Halloween. It was her time for hunting. And she'd already selected her prey. Although the twenty-four year old usually preferred young flesh, the forty-year old Heather was her target for the evening.
The brown haired, mother of two had a sweet smile, a need to be dominated, and a slender yet incredibly curvy body that begged to be devoured. She'd be happy to oblige.
By day, Rachal worked in a boring job. By night, she partied with her friends and took her pleasure from any male or female who took her fancy.
But all that concealed her secret. Rachal was one of the undead.
That select group of travellers who, at this time of the year -- each and every year -- leave their normal human life and are charged with bringing another into their ranks. In truth, Rachal was centuries old, and had brought hundreds of unsuspecting lovers to their new destiny. Male or female, it made no difference.
Halloween was the time of year where people dressed up in their costumes and pretended to be someone they weren't. For Rachal, it was the opposite. The only opportunity she had to dress in her 'normal' clothes and be exactly who she was. Her undead self.
Her clothes had been perfected over the years. A skintight pair of low rise jeans, as black as the night itself. A red, low cut blouse that showed off her apple sized breasts to perfection and gave her a wonderfully tingling feeling each time her hard, brown nipples rubbed against the almost transparent material.
The thigh length boots were black of course, as was the long, leather coat that ran down to the top of her boots.
Unusual for her, she curled her dark, shoulder length hair so that it framed her face in soft waves, allowing her piercing blue-brown-hazel eyes to change colour as the mood took her.
Sexy.
***
Crossing the Atlantic took seconds. The undead had powers that mere mortals would never be able to understand. A few seconds more took her to her destination. Rachal knew exactly where Heather would be, and when. She'd desired it, and no man or woman was able to resist her unspoken thoughts.
She waited in the shadows, feeling at home in the dark. Not long now. Her enhanced hearing took in every sound around her, feeding off those she enjoyed and spitting out every irrelevance.
And then, it was time.
Her superior power of smell inhaled deeply in the autumn night air, sucking in the older women's scent. Innocent. Yet willing. She was near.
But there was something else, too. A man's aroma. For some unknown reason, Heather's husband was with her. The fire that rose in Rachal's chest began to spill over. She spat venom into the empty air. This was not what she'd planned. Not at all.
Then the though hit her. Two for the price of one.
The undead had to be careful not to upset the karma of the Universe, but Rachal realised what was happening. It was a gift... a gift to her... a gift for all those undead years, and for slavishly following those rules of the Universe that bound each person like herself.
Two for the price of one.
Rachal knew that Heather was hers. That much was already written. Her husband would be hers only if he allowed himself to be seduced into her spell. The brunette laughed out loud, startling a passer by who hadn't noticed her in the shadows. How would he be able to resist?
"Good evening," she purred a few moments later, as the couple walked past her.
Heather immediately jumped, looking into the shadows with those incredible, but very startled eyes.
Her husband turned aggressively in her direction. "What the..." he began.
"I'm Rachal," the undead beauty purred. "I need a lift. Would that be okay?"
She watched Heather's brown eyes cloud in puzzlement as the older woman stared at her and then glanced at her husband.
Even as he began to refuse, Rachal sent her thoughts into his mind. 'Of course, that would be no problem at all.'
"Of course," he dutifully said. "That would be no problem at all."
Heather's mouth dropped open and she tugged on her husband's arm, telling him she was uncomfortable with the scene unfolding.
Seeing the look of concern on his wife's face, it appeared he rethought his words and began to speak again.
Rachal was one step ahead of him. He was a mere mortal after all. 'Our car is just around the corner. Please come this way.'
"Our car is just around the corner. Please come this way."
"Thank you," she smiled, stepping between the couple and linking their arms as they walked towards their vehicle. "By the way, I'm Rachal."
'Sit in the back with me, Heather.'
Heather's husband opened the car door for his wife. She ignored it and slipped in the back of the car beside the beautiful young woman.
'That's fine, just drive.'
He nodded as the unspoken words registered in his brain, opening his door and dropping into the seat. In a few seconds, they were heading along the highway.
'Invite me to your home for a drink.'
"Why don't we stop off at ours so you can have a drink with us before continuing your journey," he asked.
"That's very kind," Rachal answered. "Is that okay, Heather?"
Rachal could see even as she asked that the beautiful woman's cheeks flared to life, enhancing her beauty. She reached out a hand and lightly brushed away a stray lock of hair from Heather's cheek, feeling an aroused tingle run through her at the warmth of the blushing flesh.
She could have used her mind control, but that was not for her. Not with Heather. She wanted this beauty to be fully compliant.
Heather didn't answer, instead her delicate fingers gripped her purse with excessive force as Rachal settled close. She knew her sensuous perfume would affect the older woman. It was always where her seduction began.
Her leg pressed against her intended victim's as the car swerved around a corner, and she made sure it stayed there for the rest of the journey despite Heather's constant attempts to edge away.
***
Inside the house, Rachal went immediately to work. "I need a shower. Would you show me where the bathroom is?"
Heather stared at her, speechless.
'Of course, come with me. Heather, would you tidy up and make us some drinks, please?'
"Of course, come with me," he said. "Heather, would you tidy up and make us some drinks, please?"
Ignoring his wife's surprised expression, he turned and led the brunette towards the stairs. Rachal threw Heather a smile over her shoulder as she sashayed after her husband.
