Nobody believed in vamps roaming the skyislands but I knew they were real, after all I'd fallen in love with one. When a body vanishes at the gunworks and the factory owner refuses to talk, there's only one person who I can trust to help me find the killer. But when my life is in danger and the vamp offers to stay the night to protect me I'm left wondering if she wants to devour me or if she just wants me.
A 6,000 word erotic steampunk story featuring explicit lesbian sex.
An excerpt: “Am I not just food to one such as you?” I asked, my hands clasped by my side to prevent them touching her for I knew if I did so, I might not be able to stop. “Sometimes,” she whispered, her voice lower as she traced a line with her finger along the most prominent vein in my arm, ending by stroking my wrist and bringing it towards her mouth. She revealed her sharp teeth as she pressed my wrist to her lips. For a moment I was sure she would tear into my flesh but the hunger in her eyes shifted and then she merely kissed my fingers before setting my hand back down. “I have learned to control many of my urges over the years,” she continued. “There is one that I am fighting even now.” “To kill me?” “No my dear, not that. But I should not speak of it for fear for frightening you further.” “Tell me, I must know.” She was silent for a moment, her hand moving from my shoulder to lightly stroke my back before she spoke again, her voice barely audible. “It is the urge to kiss you.”