She was soaking wet but the cape had mostly protected her and the leathers, though damp were warm.  The weather was mild, even though the wind was whipping an ice cold rain.  The lightning and thunder had been intense for awhile.  Awesome, was the word that come to her mind.  The first time she'd knocked on Vicki's door, a peal of thunder had drowned it out.  In a lull, she firmly knocked and could hear Vicki scurrying to come to the door.  The rattle of locks and the chain made her grin.  Vicki wasn't taking any more chances.

The door swung open, she was expected, and Vicki's eyes widened at the sight of her dripping friend.  "I can't believe you are actually out in this weather!"  She grabbed her arm and pulled her into the warm apartment.  "Get in here and get out of those wet things.  You're going to catch your death of cold!"  She was bustling in such a manner that Eliza couldn't get a word in.  Vicki took her cape and shook the rain from it.  "I can't believe you are out on a night like this."

She ran into the bathroom and got a towel and dried Eliza's bare arms, making sounds of displeasure.  She popped the snaps on the light vest and peeled it off of her, shook it and turned to dry her.  She grinned when she saw Eliza was not wearing anything other than Eliza under the vest.  Eliza felt her self beginning to blush, and looking down, she could see the top of her breast turning fiery red and was further embarrassed to see her nipples pucker and harden.

Vicki laughed gleefully. "Hey, look.  They're glad to see me," she giggled, rubbing Eliza's torso vigorously.  Eliza looked at the ceiling and bit her lower lip.  She hoped her flush was receding and she almost wished it didn't feel so good.  She remembered the previous night with Jerry.  Oh!  That had surely gotten her motor running!  She had slept for almost 18 hours and had awakened, completely satiated and grinning from ear to ear.  Even Toby seemed to recognize there was a difference in her.  Now, she was standing here, half naked, getting all turned on, having her breasts toweled dry by good looking woman.

"Eeek!" she squeaked, as Vicki nipped her left nipple.  She reached down and pulled her tight to her body and moaned when Vicki did surprising things to her.  Then she pushed her back to arms lengths and took a deep breath and grinned.  "You are so BAD, but this is not why I am here."  Vicki pouted.  "Don't you think it's a great night for getting even?" Her grin, with just a hint of fang, removed the pout from Vicki's face.

"Tonight?" she asked, her eyes getting very wide, almost scared.  Eliza pulled her to her feet and took the towel and draped it around her shoulders.

"Why not?  Think he'd be expecting company tonight?" Eliza grinned.  We don't want him expecting us, you know."  Eliza touched Vicki's throat and drew her finger down her body, tracing the path the slasher had cut.  "Remember?" She could seen the answer in Vicki's eyes.  There was fear, pain, and then anger.

Vicki whispered, "I remember.  How I remember.  I do remember the bastard!"  A look of pure hatred crossed her face.  "I'm ready," she whispered.

Vicki looked miserable huddled in her rain coat and flinching every time lightening flashed and the crack of thunder would roll over them.  She was half running, sometimes skipping to keep up with Eliza who was striding, head up and face pointed into the wind and rain, loving every second of the storm's violence.  They arrived at their destination far quicker than Vicki was prepared for.  "He's so close to me," she whispered.  "I had no idea he was so near."  Eliza grasped her arm and pointed at the third floor.

"His light's on," she said in a normal tone of voice.

"Oh," Vicki whispered.  "Do you think he's awake."

Eliza laughed.  "If he's not, he will be soon."  She turned and grinned a Vicki.  "He will be soon!"  Eliza boldly opened the door and walked in like she owned the place.  Lightening flashed followed by an instantaneous crash of thunder and Vicki jumped and hurried in behind Eliza.  Eliza quickly ascended to the second floor and more cautiously climbed to the third floor.  She carefully peered into the hallway, and seeing that it was empty, boldly walked to the target door.  She waved to Vicki to come join her but put her finger to her lips to indicate silence.

Lightening flashed, closely followed by a crack of thunder which Eliza timed to coincide with a short sharp blow that she delivered with the heel of her hand, just above the lock on the door.  The thunder covered the sound of the splintering of the door frame and she calmly walked through the open door.  The scene was a small seedy efficiency apartment that contained a small bed, an easy chair in front of a TV, which was occupied by the hulking slasher.  He was turning to see what the noise was.  Eliza and Vicki recognized him instantly.

He staggered to his feet cursing.  Staring at them, looking confused, he muttered, "Since when do I get delivery?"  He laughed at his own joke.  He looked at Vicki.  "I remember you."  His pointing finger trembled a little and it was easy to see that his hand was deformed.  He looked over at Eliza and his eyes widened.  "You . . . ." he hissed.  "You!"

"Vicki, dear, would you close the door please?" Eliza asked.  Vicki, eyes big as dinner plates, nodded and took two steps backwards and pushed the door closed into the broken frame.  The man was standing, mouth opening and closing, making strangled sounds He reached down to the easy chair and brought up a large knife.

Vicki squeaked in alarm and stood near the door, wondering what to do.  "You ain't leaving this room alive, bitch," the man hissed.

Eliza grinned and held up his driver's license.  "Well, Tommy boy, I was sort of thinking the same thing for you."  Her fangs fully displayed.  Vicki standing back at the door, couldn't see this but Burke could.  His eyes widened even further and raw fear could be seen shining in his face.  He panicked and rushed her.  Eliza side stepped and tripped him.  He went face first, falling on the knife and opening a gash in his chest.  Eliza spun, giggling, dropping to her knees and smashing the back of his neck with her elbow.  He twitched and went limp.  Eliza straightened and smiled.  "You have the bag I gave you?" she asked Vicki.

Vicki nodded and opened her rain coat to reveal a canvas bag.  "Ok, now.  Put on the leather gloves I gave you.  This could get messy and we don't want to be leaving any finger prints," she said, suiting her words to action.  Reaching into the bag, she took out a set of regulations handcuffs, pulling Thomas Burke's arms behind his back, she fastened the handcuffs and squeezed them tightly.  Rolling him onto his back, she looked at Vicki. "I think we need to wake him up.  After all, it is his party.  We wouldn't want him to miss it."

Vicki nodded and kicked him.  The kick didn't have much force but it did indicate she was no longer completely intimidated.  "Yes," she said.  "I think I can get his attention."  She kneeled next to him and loosened his belt and unzipped his pants.  Grinning she reached into his pants and suddenly Burke groaned and thrashed around.

Cursing he tried to sit up, but Eliza spun and knocked him flat with the heel of her hand.  Taking her own knife from her boot, she straddled him, standing, and pointed the long blade at his throat.  Put cuffs on his ankles, Vicki.  Looking at him, eye to eye, she said, "Twitch and you're dead," she said.  Standing the way she was, he had a view up her short leather skirt.  Her almost knee high black boots, set off by her pale thighs were a sight many men would claim to be willing to die to see.  Eliza giggled.  "Thomas Burke was going to," she thought.  She spread her legs a little more, leaving no doubt in his mind that the only thing inside the skirt was her.    Hearing the cuffs close, she knew his feet had been secured.  "Would you hand me the duct tape, love?" she asked.

She felt Vicki push the tape into her left hand.  Shifting her grip, she held the long heavy knife between her index finger and thumb.  Giggling, she dropped it so that it stuck into the floor next to his cheek.  She lowered her body and sat on his chest.  Slowly, she dug at the tape until she got it started.  If he'd not been fearing for his life, the view would have been spectacular, but she quickly leaned forward and slapped a piece of duct over his mouth so that any sounds he could make would be too muffled to be heard over the fury of the storm.  "Come here Vicki, you'll want to see this."

Vicki stepped up and squatted next to Eliza.  "What should I see?" she asked.

"This," Eliza responded pinching his nose shut.  His eyes widened and muffled sounds of panic could be heard and he struggled to breath through the tape.  He tried to turn his head to the left and to the right to escape her grip.  He bucked up and down then threw his head back and went limp.  Eliza giggled and bounced on his chest and he could be heard breathing again.  "He'll regain consciousness shortly.

His eyes snapped open and he glared at her with a combination of fear and hatred.  "That's a fun ride.  Want to try it Vicki?"  Muffled sounds could be heard.

"Oh, yes.  That really looks like fun.  Can I?"

Eliza and Vicki bantered back and forth about the ride as they traded places.  His muffled protests were totally ignored.  As Vicki squatted she realized he could see up her skirt.  "Hey!  He's looking up my skirt," she squeaked to Eliza.

"Yea, I know and I'm not wearing any underwear," Eliza responded, giggling.

"Oh, you are bad," Vicki said.  She reached forward and pinched his nose shut as she'd seen Eliza do, starting the "ride" that she giggled and squeaked as she enjoyed his bucking and thrashing. Less than two minutes latter he went limp again.  As she'd seen Eliza do, she bounced on his chest to make sure he started breathing.  She looked up at Eliza.  "Are you really not wearing any underwear?"  Eliza, squatting next to her, spread her legs so Vicki could see and they both giggled.  Thomas Burke twitched to consciousness again and began to scream as loud as he could, which with duct on his mouth, was not very loud but the noise was irritating.

Eliza kicked him in the head.  "Shut up.  When we want you to scream, we'll let you know."  Turning to Vicki, "Vicki, make him scream."

"May I have a knife, please?" Vicki asked.

"But of course," Eliza responded pulling a large folding knife from her cape pouch.  "Here, use this one."  Opening the knife, Vicki slashed his trousers.

"Oh, Eliza, you're not going to believe this.  He's wearing boxer shorts with purple hearts on them."  The snorting sounds that followed were Eliza trying to control her laughter.  The sound of ripping cloth could be heard and Burke began to scream into the tape with sounds that neither one of them had ever heard before.  Vicki looked up smiling.  "I've always wanted to do that.  Ever since the first son of a bitch raped me, I've always wanted to do that."  She looked down.  "Guess I shouldn't keep it, huh?"  She shook her head.  "No, that would be evidence."  She stood.  "Damn! that sucker is really bleeding!"

The smell of blood was over powering.  Eliza was having trouble controlling herself.  "Vicki, I think we've been here as long as it's safe to be.  You take our stuff and go home, ok?  I'll finish here, clean up and be there shortly, ok?"

Burke's sounds had subsided to low moans.  Vicki walked over and kicked him between the legs, eliciting more muffled howls.  "Ok," she smiled.  "I've had fun, but you're right.  We've been here long enough."  She picked up the canvas bag dropped the knives into to it and waved on her way out.  "Tootles," she chirped and closed the door behind her.

Allowing her fangs to descend, Eliza showed them to him.  His moans of pain silenced as he saw long fangs descending towards his throat.  Slowly, carefully, Eliza penetrated his throat, making sure there was no enthrallment.  She wanted him to feel the blood drain from his body, feel the coldness of death creeping up on him.   She want him to experience every painful second of his final moments, and she was going to make sure that what she was doing was going to hurt very badly.

As her fangs tore his flesh, the tape muffled screams began again.  The hot flow of blood filled her mouth and she could taste the fear, taste the panic, and then despair.  There was the taste or remorse and then the taste changed.  It was only blood.  The life was gone and it was devoid of personality.  Then the flow stopped and she could feel the difference in temperature.  She straightened up.  Meal time was over and this had been a very satisfying meal.  The quick snacks were fun, but every now and then, a girl needed satisfaction.

Walking into the storm, she allowed the rain to wash the blood from her body and clothing.  She loved the bite of the cold driven rain on her body.  She wished she could be naked but that would attract too much attention.  Dripping, she knocked on Vicki's door.

Vicki called out to Eliza to come on in, she’d left the door open for her.  Walking in, Vicki again handed Eliza some towels to dry off with.  Vicki was wrapped in two large, warm towels and had apparently warmed the ones up that she gave to Eliza.

With a sigh, Eliza stripped and wrapped herself in the towels.  “Oh, that does feel good hon,” she moaned. “ I didn’t realize how cold I was and I love the cold.  Well girly, girl did you have fun tonight? Wasn’t to gross for you was it?” Eliza asked Vicki.

“GROSS? Gross? Oh I dare say not, he deserved that and more,” Vicki cried passionately.  “That bastard was going to kill us and tried his damnedest to do it.  I know it had come down to him or us.”  “Glad it was him,” she said with a smile.

“Now Lizzy, tell me why you've been absent from the Bristo for the past week.  Have you met someone?” she asked quietly.

With a slight flush, Eliza nodded at Vicki.  Thinking to herself, “now how to explain about Jesse.”
Looking at Vicki, she smiled slightly and started to tell her about the night she’d been so restless and down, that she’d gone to the new leather bar, The Leather Shack.  “I went in and I have to admit that the place was pretty cool.  Really jumping, with a lot of very different people there.  So many were Goth wannabes, one silly girl was dressed like a vampire, fake fangs and all.”  She went on telling Vicki about the people she’d seen, skirting the telling about Jesse.  She didn’t know just how to broach that subject.  The feelings were different than any she’d felt before.  Jesse was different.  She lapsed into silence, thinking again of the night they'd spent together.  With a start, she realized Vicki had asked a question which she hadn't heard.  “Sorry Vick, I was thinking about something,” she apologized.

With a big grin, Vicki said, “Yeah I bet a man by the looks of you.”

The big flush started.  Eliza could feel it start at her toes and work its way up her entire body.  Smiling a little sheepishly, she nodded in agreement.

“You don't have to tell me about him, Lizzy, if you don't want to,” Vicki quietly said.  “I know sometimes its nice to keep things private until you know where its going.

Startled, Eliza look at Vicki, thinking, she's right.  “That's why its so hard to talk about him.  It was so different, so special.  Nothing like it before and I hope nothing like it after, without him.”
Smiling again, Eliza murmured that she’d like to tell Vicki about him.  “I just don't know where to start.  He’s tall, black haired like me, sort of pale skinned too, maybe a little fairer than I am.  Sweet is an overworked word, but that’s what he is.  Sweet, thoughtful, caring and funny.  The sex ain’t bad either,” she leered at Vicki.

Giggling like two schoolgirls, Eliza went on to tell Vicki more and more about Jesse.  “He’s a very special man, Vick, I want to get to know him much, much better.

“Seems you got to know him pretty well in a short space of time, Lizzy,” Vicki snickered.  “He sounds wonderful though, I’m just teasing you.”

“He does seem wonderful, doesn’t he,” Eliza asked.  “I think one of the reasons is that he didn’t mind just listening, which made it just as easy to listen to him.  He’s a fantastic drummer.  The band itself is excellent, made for a very enjoyable night.  Jesse was the topper.  There’s something about him that calls to me.  I want to find out what that something is.  Not just the sex, Vicki, but something deep.  I’ve never had that before.”

“Wow, without trying to seem silly or anything, Lizzy, sure seems like you've been caught, hook, line and sinker.  I’d like to meet him sometime, if you’d let me,” Vicki said.

“Sure, Vicki, sometime, I’m just not sure when.  I want to know more, much more, about him.  I need to know.  Never has there been such an attraction to anyone,” she whispered.

As if he knew she was talking about him, Jesse’s face lit with a smile as he sat behind his drums.  There was no one in particular he was smiling at, his eyes were unfocused.  He was just smiling.  If she only knew what I was thinking, Jesse thought to himself, if she only knew.

She’d find out soon enough, he grinned again.  Oh, what he had planned for her.