Chapter One

She-Devil - A half woman, half jungle cat whose normal shape is that of a sexy woman. A cross between a werewolf and a vampire. She never fully changes into a jungle cat; she only grows a full mane of hair, fangs, yellow cat-like eyes and claws. The change only takes place when she has an orgasm. She survives on blood of men, but only when he's having an orgasm. She never drains enough to kill or harm them only enough to sate her craving and need. Her bite leaves total amnesia in the victim to the bite and the change but not to the sexual encounter and the feeling of complete sexual satisfaction.

I sat on the barstool looking around at the men in the bar. Nothing promising so far but it was still early. Unlike others of my kind, who will take anything that can get an erection and have an orgasm I need a particular type of man to satisfy my lust. I suppose I should tell you who I am; my name is Mandy. I'm a she?devil but in these politically correct times we prefer to be called changelings or shape shifters. We are all females, through some of my kind prefer to dress like men because they like homosexual blood but that is a whole other story. We are immortal. I'm one of the ancient ones. I've been around for many centuries. You become a she-devil much the way you become a vampire, a bite from one of us. But for some force of nature men are immune to our bites.

In every city there are many of us, we know each other by sight and smell. We exude a scent that we can detect in each other. It distinguishes us from you mortals. It is a subtle scent like a hint of perfume but contains a pheromone that attracts men. Now, amongst ourselves we don't need to talk we can communicate by looks and can read each other's minds.

It's a long evolution to become an ancient one like me. When you first come into our fold there is al lot to learn. At first you need to feed three or four times a day and no control over your "changing." Your sexual appetite is voracious. Even when you masturbate, ancient and new all do this a lot, you change you then have to wait an hour or so to change back unlike when you feed you change back right after you've finished. Like one of your teenagers we gradually learn self-control. The older you get the less you need to feed. I only feed once a week but can go without for up to two months. Around the time of the full moon all of us, including the ancient ones, find it harder to control the change and ourselves. Over the years you gradually learn to keep you changed under control and can have orgasms, several of them at a time, without changing and can have sex without needing to feed. We are sexual, sensual creatures needing a lot of sex. We turn heads of both sexes when we walk by so we have no problems finding victims, I mean partners.

Now, unlike vampires we can go out during the day but like felines we're more comfortable at night. We have a lot of feline qualities, we are graceful creatures, and we can move silently and make purring and growling sounds when turned on. We are also ferocious fighters when we need to be. The only other time we change is when we are in danger. I imagine you have heard of many unsolved murders where the victim was torn apart. Unfortunately that was probably one of us who was backed into a corner and had to fight. There is an Underground Railroad of us who will help on another move on to another town after an incident like that. Now like humans, each of us like something different, sexually. Some of us are into straight, no-frills sex and it runs the gamut to the hard-core S&M and B&D. As a rule we don't marry but there are some who do. Since we don't age it would be something of an inconvenience. We move around a lot so our lack of aging isn't noticed so much. We learned how to make use of the banking systems to fund us through the centuries. Trust funds are wonderful things. In the underground we can change our identities, birth and death certificates to throw suspicion off ourselves. Over the centuries we have perfected this to a fine art.

There is only one-way to kill us, dogs. If we walk by you when you have your dog it will go crazy. Given the chance it would rip out throats out. Because of our finely tuned senses we can smell these beasts on you and will avoid you.

We do eat your foods and drink your drinks to appear normal but they pass right through our systems and we get no nourishment from them. But it is a luxury of taste and we do enjoy it. But it is no substitute for male blood filled with testosterone, endorphins, adrenaline, and extra oxygen.

When we feed on a man we don't hurt them. We don't take any more blood than the Red Cross does if you donate and our bite marks look like a hickey when we are done, the bite can be anywhere on the body not just the neck. The only harm it may do is that you normal women may no longer satisfy them.

At one time or another we all have had a regular man we saw who could satisfy us better than the rest. We do feel emotions like you mortals that's why we don't let ourselves get attached to people. It's sad to watch someone you care for grow old and feeble then die when you don't age a day. Sometimes if there is someone special we once knew and they are close to the end of their life, late one night we'll visit them as a pleasant reminder of days long gone and they die with a smile on their face and wonderful memories running through his mind.

Like vampires any wounds we receive completely heal while we sleep. Sometimes, over the ages, we find out lives too hard to bear and with help from the underground we find a place where we can "sleep" for up to 100 years. Our "sleep" is as close to death as we come; it's like your coma. It re-charges us and once we awaken we re-oriented ourselves to the changes in the world.

Now I guess I should tell you a bit about myself since I have told you more about us than any mortal has ever known. I'm 5'6, around 125 lb., dark hair down to the middle of my back. I have large breasts a fine figure and long legs. I have big brown expressive eyes, a cute little nose and perfect lips and teeth. Like most of my kind I'm built like this for one reason, to attract men. We talked earlier about how we all like different kinds of sex, well myself I like it a bit rough and nasty. I like muscular men, not body-builders, just men in good shape. I also like big cocks, the bigger the better. I mentioned briefly earlier about our scent, it's not only to attract men but also helps to improve their performance. Our "pussy juice" as you humans so crudely call it also heightens the males' ecstasy level to the point that most of them don't notice the change, like a drug.

Males are called the stronger sex; we laugh at that statement because they are putty in our hands. We consider them the weak sex that is ruled by their genitals. That once their dicks are hard the blood flow to their head stops and their thought process stops.

Enough about us, our past and what we are, let's get back to the present. The bar is filling up and as usual men are buying me drinks. I get several propositions but none are my type so I pass on the offers. It has been a week since I fed so I will find someone before dawn.

Finally around 11:00 PM, when I was about to leave and go to another bar a guy comes in and sits down beside me. He was just my type, about 5'7", around 135 lb., short, bright red hair, brown eyes, and a red goatee. He had tattoos up and down both arms and raspy voice. After he ordered his drink he looked over at me and smiled. He offered to buy me a refill and I accepted. The bartender, one of us, brought me a fresh Jack and coke and smiled. I turned my scent output way up, knowing this mortal was going to be mine.