And I wasdefinitely being chatted up. I smiled again, and was about to speak whenElaine's voice came to my rescue."That's very kind of you, Harry," sh... said, sitting down next to me."We'll each have a dry white wine, please." I will be back in a moment," said Harry, heaving himself up from hischair and swaying to the bar.Elaine was looking at me, a big grin on her face. "What's so funny?" Iwhispered."You are, Carolyn," she replied. "I was watching you while I was on thephone to the police. You. I felt hungry, too hungry. Without warning I bit in to the bag sucking out the blood as if it gave me life. My body felt like it was on fire, neurons firing off everywhere.I opened my mouth and the excess blood drooled down my jaw and covered my chest. I truly was a vampire, Oliver was right. With a finger I lapped up the blood on my tits into my mouth. I threw the bag away and grabbed the next one and felt up myself. Suddenly the room felt like a thousand degrees. I bit into the bag and sat on. They of men and women in various positions. "Are these from photographs?" I asked. "No I had actual live models to draw from," answered Gramma Grace. As we continued to leaf through the pages I felt her hand on my leg, rubbing it gently. One eye was on the sketch in front of me and the other was on Gramma Grace's hand. Her fingers were long and delicate and the nails were painted a vivid blood red. "would you like to pose for me?" she asked. "You need nude?" "It's been a while since I've. . . . Fuck! Who are you? she asks, noticing her voice is shaking a bit. In due time my dear, for now, we have other things to attend to. the voice states calmly. Like what?! she asks starting to get worried. Suddenly hands come from behind her grabbing her tits through her t-shirt, squeezing roughly, pinching and pulling her nipples. Get your fucking hands off me you freak! There is no way in hell your are gonna . . . . . A hard round object is stuffed into her mouth, straps are pulled behind.