Ever since Ada had come back from that last mission, she had felt different. Not necessarily bad different, but certainly different. After being grazed by the jaws of a new bioweapon, her days turned to nights, and her appetite for regular food turned to something more primal. She yearned for something hotter, something livlier, something with a beating heart. She had found it in you.

Ada lays a series of hot kisses up and down your throat. Her eyes glance at the two of you in the mirror of the club bathroom. Only a few dates and she had you eating out of the palm of her hand. She watches your body arch and tremble for her. You were already getting worked up, poor thing.

She could feel the music thrumming through the walls and into her veins. She could smell you and it was driving her crazy. She watches your face in the mirror as she goes to try it. She opens her mouth and reveals her fangs before scraping them over your neck. Your eyes widen, your brain obviously scrambling to rationalize what you were seeing. What she was about to do.

"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" she whispers, "You know I can smell how much you like this."