Operation by Tony Ruggiero Page A

young men would watch.
    “Christ, lady, you scared the hell out of me,” he said loudly as he jumped up allowing him to get a good look at who it was that had snuck up on him. His eyes explored her and he said, “What the hell…hey…are you okay?” His voice was hesitant, thick with concern for her and her present condition.
    “I’m fine,” she said, “I just fell down a bank over there and tore up my clothes. It’s just muck and dirt, not blood. I must look like a mess,” she said as she tried to re-button her blouse which she knew was too badly torn. She kept playing with the fabric in order to get his attention, smiling to herself as his eyes focused on her exposed breasts and lingered there.
    The young man sighed with a heavy breath of relief. “Well, that’s good. I thought for a minute I was going to have to run you to the hospital or something.”
    “No, I’m fine, but there is something I need,” she said as she released the pheromones that would relax him as well as raise his testosterone levels making him receptive to her enticement. His enticement was further manipulated by her molding the image he received as well as the perception by his senses. She guided his perception by using her hands to touch herself in certain ways, her hands stroking her waist and breasts were having a direct impact on his sexual attraction for her.
    In a few seconds, his demeanor changed and he slid into the mood she required.
    “Well,” he began, the look in his eyes reflecting his sudden and growing desire, “you just tell me what you need, and well…I will be more than happy to do what I can for you. Anything.”
    “Can you give me a little hug to cheer me up?” she asked.
    “I sure can,” he said as he moved closer without hesitation.
    When he was within arm’s reach, she placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him into her fold. She could smell his sweat mixed with the hormones of emotional anticipation.
    “That’s nice,” she said.
    “Hmm, yes it is. I feel so…wonderful,” he whispered. “I could just stay here…forever.”
    She knew he was ready. Her own body reacted to his as she felt her front canine teeth elongate in preparation to feed. She gently turned his head with her hands and drove her teeth into his neck. She felt him involuntarily jump at the pinch when she broke skin, but then settled down as the natural anesthetic further soothed him. When he relaxed once again, she began to suck his blood.
    This process was routine for her and there were certain expectations each time that were fulfilled. With Jake, the added familiarity of his reaction and his sexual appreciation of the event always yielded a gratifying result to both of them. When his blood entered into her system, there was an exhilaration that went along with the satisfaction of hunger. Baring the sexual aspect with Jake, with other humans there was a similar reaction on her part every time, the exhilaration of the stalking, the final attack and the similar excitement of those she tasted. The experience of fresh hot blood as it entered her system. However this time it felt different.
    She felt the effects of the blood entering her body and the nourishing effect it had upon her but there was nothing more. No excitement, no exhilarating feeling of having seduced the human so easily into a sense of false calm. There was no longer the pleasure from the manipulation and the potential destruction of the living being. It was just…food.
    She wondered if this was part of her epiphany. She wasn’t sure if she liked that word or not but there was no doubt about the change. This giving up her sole reason for existence—getting revenge—would change her existence in nearly every way she began to understand.
    After a few minutes she had had enough blood. She released him and helped him to sit down on the ground. He was still entranced in her pheromones, oblivious to everything around him. She allowed her thoughts to flow into his