The hunger was upon her again. The Devourer of souls knew exactly
what it was she craved, she knew precisely what it was she needed.

She had held of the hunger for nearly a week, she could no longer
deny what she needed, what she wanted, and what she craved.

She entered a nightclub, where a Disturbed song was playing.


She danced for a while, seducing a young man, fresh, like unpeeled
fruit, juicy, ripe and suculent. She neeeded to draw into herself
all he was, all he could be, she needed to take that for herself.

The woman locked eyes with the mortal. She called to him in seduction.

'Crave me, crave me as I crave you....'

The man looked as if he would resist her if it was in him to do so.
He even tried. He tried looking away from her, and her voice
returned, her demands whispered upon his heart and soul as she
desired to posses him and everything which he was.

'Dont fight it...'

He followed her out of the nightclub, not knowing what it was that
tempted him to this. She kissed him, and the kiss was the deepest
kiss he had ever known. It was pleasurable, he could not deny it, but
it stretched the limits of comfort as she began to realize she was
drawing from him something more than desire, something more than sex.
He couldnt articulate or fight it.

The pull was gentle at first, his breath caught in his chest, then
she latched on with an invisible force supernatural, and he could see
and feel his spirit fighting for his life. He knew somehow she
was killing him.

He began moaning grunting in pain, until he could not even manage
that anymore, a tear rolled down his cheek, he pleaded with her to
stop. Somehow he knew whatever she was doing was going to kill him if
she did not release him and soon.

He tried to fight, but the grip she held him in was an iron
inescapble grip. There was nothing he could do. He was losing. He was
at her mercy and he was going to die if she did not stop.


She lowered him slowly and cut herself, bleeding into him. What was
this, this thing, that ended the pain? What was this....this mercy?

It hurt, the feeling of it surging through him giving him new life
and new strength, whatever she was doing it was giving him life, at a
price, a price he did not yet realize.

He could still hear that Disturbed song playing as she stood over him
smiling at him.

Blood continued to flow, life flowed into him. He was drawing it into
himself, changing, he could see and feel this. He knew this
intrinsically. He wanted to ask a million questions but could only
find the strength to breath.

Once he had taken enough to complete the process of Conversion, she
stood over him, and said to the young man.

"Rise a Predator, dead to what you were, with a hunger now that
will not be denied, a hunger for the souls of the living and the
dead. Feast, on their lives, their pain, their suffering, their joys,
their hopes, their regrets, all of it. Feast. Breathe in what you
have become, live the hunger."

There was darkness for a time, as he was unconscious, changing, when
he rose, she was there again and she had brought him a victim, one
that his senses called to him and told him, practically screaming
that she was like him. His maker pulled the woman towards him.

She was to be his virgin-feast, a pleasure unlike any he knew was
about to come to him. He would taste his very first soul. It was the
soul of another vampire. Another that was just like him.

He instinctively knew what to do, as he kissed her. Her soul fought
in her, it was much harder because she was a predator just as he was.
She attempted to use some kind of mental attack on him causing him to
in turn feel fear but he fought back, ignoring it. He needed what she
had.

His maker stood nearby, watching in satisfaction. The other Soul-
Eater crumbled to nothing before him as he finished his meal.


"Now for the first time, you truly know what it is to be alive...."
The vampire said to him as she towered over him, where he stood
kneeling next to where she had been a moment ago.