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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      DCU, DCU_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Batman_(Comics), Batman:_The
      Animated_Series
  Relationship:
      Stephanie_Brown/Barbara_Gordon
  Character:
      Stephanie_Brown, Barbara_Gordon
  Additional Tags:
      Vampire_AU, POV_Second_Person, You_are_Stephanie_now, Barbara_Gordon_is_a
      vampire, Stephanie_Brown_snuck_into_a_club_with_a_fake_ID, She's_like...
      16-ish, Blood_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-22 Words: 1567
****** Glowing Eyes ******
by BloodStainsBlue
Summary
     She caught your eye without even having to try. Her red curls tumbled
     down her lower back in waves, her piercing green eyes seemed to shine
     in the dark nightclub as they locked onto your own. She looked right
     at you as she brought the glass of bourbon to her blood red lips, and
     you felt so small.
Notes
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            She caught your eye without even having to try. Her red curls
tumbled down her lower back in waves, her piercing green eyes seemed to shine
in the dark nightclub as they locked onto your own. She looked right at you as
she brought the glass of bourbon to her blood red lips, and you felt so small.
You wondered if she could tell that you weren’t allowed to be in here, that you
and your friends had flashed fake IDs at the door and the bouncer had let you
in with a suspicious look on his face. You think she could tell, with the way
that her lips curved up on one side, her eyes seeming to shine even brighter
when you shuffled uncomfortably in your bar stool, hunching in on yourself and
taking a sip of your Coca-Cola.
            She approached you before she approached any other person in the
club, and in your head you hear your parents and your teachers saying, “Someone
who’s interested in someone younger than them is just going to use you.” But
they were always talking about men and even if they weren’t, you felt pride
swelling up in your chest because youcaught her eye, not anyone else.
            She leaned over the bar next to you, and you could see the lean
muscle that lined her arms and her stomach, peeking out beneath a crop-top that
was so tight she might as well have worn nothing at all. She asked you your
name, and you told her with no hesitation, your eyes locked on hers. “I’m
Barbara,” she purred. She turned over to face you, and your eyes fell to the
hourglass shape her waist formed.
            “Have a drink, cutie,” she whispered, and she held her drink out to
you. You brought your hand up to reach for it, and she shook her head, her
curls swishing back and forth with the movement. You dropped your head and
leaned forward, and she nodded, tipping the drink over and letting the liquor
fall into your mouth. Your lips rested on the lipstick stains left behind by
the older woman.
            The alcohol burned your throat. Your eyes watered and you coughed
when she pulled the glass away, the lipstick stain smudged with your lip-gloss.
She chuckled softly and you blushed, because she tipped back the last of the
drink with no effort.
            She placed her hand on your arm and gave it a light squeeze when
you averted your eyes. Her grip was strong on your soft arm, and you looked
back up at her, locking eyes with hers again. “Come dance with me, sweetie,”
she offered, her smile softening just enough for you to feel safe.
            She dragged you out to the dancefloor, out towards the middle. You
squeezed passed people who felt giant compared to you, men as hard as brick
walls and women wearing sky-high heels and tiny skirts, a tight hand wrapped
around your wrist the only reminder of why you’re stuck in this sea of people.
            Once she’d found a spot she was happy with she was happy with
pulled you over, your back slamming against her front. Her breasts pressed
against your back and you shivered gently, because you’ve never experienced
anything like this before. One hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you
close. She lightly swayed and rocked her hips against yours. You shivered and
bit your lip. She brushed your hair over to the side, lightly kissing your bare
neck. You let out a soft moan and clenched your eyes shut, trying to pretend
that you weren’t surrounded by dozens of nameless, faceless people who were
five years older than you, at least.
            She dipped her hands under the loose faux-silk of your pink tank-
top, lightly petting your soft, flat stomach while her thigh wormed its way
between your legs. You shivered as she used one of the hands she had on your
stomach to control your hips, rocking your body up and down her strong thigh.
            You moaned, pleasure building in your abdomen even through the
layers of leather and denim that separate her skin from your wet folds. Your
face was red because this was nothingbut it felt so good, almost as good as
your boyfriend’s inexperienced tongue flicking aimlessly between your legs. Her
lips continued to kiss your neck, her tongue running up along your jugular
vein.
            The base dropped and your orgasm tore through you, a screaming moan
ripping its way out of your throat as your hips stuttered against her leg, but
she kept moving you, began to rock her thigh gently down against your cunt
through the fabric.
            You nearly collapsed against her and she caught you. Her arms
wrapped around you, rucking up your shirt, her arms brushing up against your
floral cotton bra. Her lips traveled up your neck to your ear, where she
lightly nibbled your earlobe and whispered, “Are you gonna pay me back, baby
girl?”
            You nodded slowly, forcing yourself to stay away as she lead you
off of the dancefloor and to a backdoor.
            The backdoor led to an alley, right next to a full dumpster. She
pressed you up against a rough brick wall, and you whimpered softly as the
rough stone dug into your back through your thin shirt.
            She unbuttoned her jeans and thrust her hand inside your panties,
causing your eyes to shoot open. There was another man a few feet away,
thrusting into a woman who you didn’t know.
            You began to protest, but she just shook her head and whispered,
“You said you were going to pay me back, right?”
            You nodded your head and gasped when she slid two fingers into your
cunt, wet and dripping and soaking through your cotton panties. Her thumb
circles your still hard clit and you’re whimpering softly, your eyes clenched
shut tightly.
            You opened your eyes, about to comment on the fact that you came
back here to pay herback.
            You looked up into her eyes and froze at the sight. They had
appeared to be glowing for the whole night, but you had assumed it was a trick
of the flashing lights of the nightclub. But her eyes were glowing in the same
way a cat’s did in the dark, her lips opened in a smirk, sharp teeth peeking
out from her top lip.
            “You will be paying me back,” she whispered, leaning over and
licking a fat stripe up your neck. You shivered and mewled softly, clenching
your eyes shut tightly again as her fingers continued slipping in and out of
your pussy, her thumb rubbing your clit, still standing to full attention
despite your fear.
            You asked if you were going to die, if she was going to kill you
and throw your body in the dumpster. She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“I like you. I bet Bruce will like you, too. He’s the man who turned me, who I
live with and work for.”
            She crooked her fingers inside of you and brought her lips up to
your ear. “Do you want to be like me? Stay with me forever?” she asked. You
knew at that point that you probably had two choices—say no and die, or say yes
and become like her.
            You nodded your head slowly, and she seemed to purr in contentment.
“You’re so cute. And you’ll be that way forever, now,” she whispered. She
pressed a light kiss to your neck and added, “You’re afraid. Don’t be.”
            And then you felt it—the sinking of fangs into your neck. You
gasped and whimpered softly, the pain mingling with the speeding up of her
fingers inside of you, the duel feelings curling up in your bloodstream. You
began to cry even as your toes curled and your hands shot up, tangling
themselves up in her curls and tugging, as though trying to pull her face away
from your neck, but she was too strong, stronger than any human that you’d ever
met before.
            After a couple of minutes, your vision began to swim, and the world
was spinning, your muscles relaxed, your hands falling and your legs becoming
limp as your blood drained away.
            The hand that had been buried inside of you pulled out and wrapped
around your waist, holding you up. She smiled down at you, her lips red with
lipstick and your blood. She leaned over and kissed you, and you could taste
it, yourself, your life essence staining the tongue that she slid between your
lips.
            Her other hand came down and pulled down her top, using one of her
nails to make a small cut over her left breast.
            She pulled away and you looked down at the cut right over her perky
breast, and you let her hand cup the back of your head and move you forward.
            Your lips pressed against the bleeding cut and she didn’t have to
tell you, you knew. You sucked at the bleeding cut like you were starving, and
she moaned, and so you sucked harder, wanting to hear more of that sound,
wanted to do anything you could to hear more of that sound forever.
            “I’ll see you later, Stephanie,” she whispered to you, and you
nodded weakly, falling into her arms with a blank mind but a smile on your
face.
End Notes
     I just wanted to write about lesbian vampire Barbara Gordon... as if
     she wasn't perfect and sexy enough! I dunno, guys.
     Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Comment, Kudos, come
     say hi to me on Tumblr @bloodstainsblue
     <3
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