It was a hot summer night. Barbianne found no sleep.

This summer was incredible. After a period of six weeks in stirring heat the radio stations had announced heavy thunderstorms for this night. Barbianne could sense distant thunder. No wind was blowing, the air was hot and moist.

Barbianne lay naked between black satin sheets, wearing only a black satin slip that matched the sheets perfectly. She looked at the alarmclock beneath her bed. It was 2.59 AM. A lonely candle lit the room dimly.

Barbianne could hardly breath. Her body was wet of sweat. It ran down in streams. She prayed for rain. She prayed for air. And she prayed for lust. She moved her hands over her body. It trempled under the touch. Her nipples erected. She sighed deeply, imagening a female lover for this night.

The balcony doors were wide open when suddenly a rushing sound intruded the silence.

Barbianne looked and froze. A tall woman with long raven-black hair stood there, wearing a black cape. Her eyes were as black as her cape and the hair. Her face was pale white, her lips blood red. Barbianne took a deep breath.

"May I come in?" the woman asked in a soft voice.

"Yes..." Barbianne whispered. Suddenly she felt a lust deep inside her she never had experienced before. Gracefully the woman stepped in on bare feet. She removed the cape. It fell silent to the floor. The woman was beautiful. Her body was pale as her face. Her breasts were well-formed. Completely naked she lay beside Barbianne, grinning at her, then moving on top of her.

Barbianne couldn´t talk anymore. All her senses were occupied by this woman. She shivered as the woman´s finger touched her between her breasts. The finger was cold. Cold as death. Barbianne sighed, breathing heavily. Slowly the finger moved down her belly. It played for a generous moment with her navel, then deeper. It stopped at her slip, moving up Barbianne´s head. Suddenly fingernails emerged from nothing. They grew long and sharp and black.

They were moved over Barbianne´s throat, then moving down her body as before. Barbianne felt the nails scratching her body softly. The lust seemed to destroy her. She would simply explode by it. This time the fingers didn´t stop at her slip. This time, the fingernails actually slashed it. Barbianne sighed again. The juice of her vagina poured out between her legs as the sweat ran down her body.

The woman moved her head down. Her tongue licking the sweat of Barbiannes body. She kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples and the navel. It got impossible for Barbianne to stand the lust, but the orgasm wouldn´t come. She groaned and breathed heavy, moving wildly under the mysterious woman.

The woman´s head moved to her throat. She kissed it soft and then she bit. She bit deep with two fangs. Immediately blood poured at the wounds as the vampire sucked it feverishly. At the same time Barbianne exploded in an orgasm that destroyed her senses and her mind.

The blood escaped her throat, soaking the satin sheets. The vampire stretched herself high, blood running from her lips down her body, over her breasts and her ribs. She roared as she felt strength filling her body.

This victim was the best for months. Her warm blood tasted deliciously. But she could take no one else beside her. The victim had to be killed.

Barbianne´s body was still in spasm as the orgasm wouldn´t stop. Her eyes were open and she could see somewhere in the back of her mind that the vampire´s eyes were green now, the fangs drenched in blood. But all her thinking was gone. In delirium she cried "MORE!".

Instead the vampire´s fingernails were formed to a claw. Underneath Barbianne´s left breast they crashed her ribs. Barbianne felt her ribs penetrated and crushing. No pain but all feeling as another orgasm attacked her. She felt how the claw reached her heart. She felt it beating as the blood ran down her and her belly in streams. Before her heart was pulled out she took a last glimpse at the alarmclock. It was 3.11 PM. The magical time when everything is possible.