Dedication: To the fans in all my fandoms, thank you for everything you've done. Written to celebrate 10 years of Carla fic - this is one part of a much larger story.
Star walked in blind, and drank without thinking, and for awhile she hates. But blood calls to blood and the hunt is like a song, calling her from her bed, and the vampires are sirens, singing her to death.
Her fangs prick her gums; the motorcycles rumble, vibrate deep inside. Her skin is turned inside out, and the air makes her quiver. This flight through life is an extended orgasm; Star is laid open while she comes.
The world is changing all around her, and she is hungry still.