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It was a warm august night in Las Vegas. The scent of ozone permeated the air. A pale visitor by the name of Remy had just visited a gentlemen's club and found himself on the dangerous street behind the strip; his summoned taxi hadn't appeared in over an hour. His pale blue eyes glanced in agitation at his periphery. His skin was pale as a ghost; partly due to an allergy to sunlight called solar urticaria. In the sunlight, his skin would break out in hives and he would feel ill for days. In addition to being allergic to sunlight, he was albinistic. Remy was clad in white jeans and a black Hawaiian shirt adorned with white parrots. He brushed a stray lock of his long white hair from the front of his eyes and proceeded to search, on foot, for a road leading back to the strip. He had enjoyed seeing the strippers, although he wondered at how one could call a waxed vagina a pussy. He had been quite impressed by the magnitude of some of the jugs he had seen. Remy often wished women would stop their silly obsession with hair removal and be more natural. He could barely contain his arousal at the sight of a pileous woman.

The albinistic continued his trek, coming to a vacant parking lot illuminated by the orange glow of a streetlight. He heard footsteps approaching from the distance at a rapid pace. Remy tried to outrun the approaching men, but he was too tired, and found himself surrounded by a swarm of African American teens numbering 10. He heard the harsh looking men mocking him. Most of them wore some sort of low-hanging urbanistic pants in hues of red. Remy assumed those were their colors. They were a blur of red and white to the pale man. The leader, at least he assumed he was the leader, was a heavily-muscled teen in a white tank top with more bling than the rest.

"Look at the pasty little faggot," mocked the leader.

"Kick his ass!" One of his companions said.

"Yeah, yeah..." Another said in an ebonic drawl.

Remy heard a strange beating as of giant wings over the group and then a light ping from the light above him.

"What are you going to do, Fudge-packer," the leader challenged.

Remy tried to escape through the blocking street toughs, but was met by a powerful blow to his abdomen which caused him to drop to his knees. The blow was followed by a kick to the head, which knocked him on his back. His head was throbbing and a small gash had opened over his eye, oozing blood.

Remy heard a feminine voice speaking. "That term is not really orientation-specific. I like it up the ass sometimes. Fudge-packee would be more insulting to a man."

"Who said that?" asked the leader of the swarm.

A black shape dropped from the air picking the leader up in her claws, flying him into nearby shadows, and mounting him. He watched her sink her fangs into his jugular and drink from the resulting spray of blood. "Mmmm, tastes like he's been drinking. He must've been wasted," said the mysterious woman in a hoarse sinister tone. She stopped for a moment and said, "Take them." Twenty black-robed figures surrounded the swarmers and blew darts from tubes at the teens. The rough teens collapsed to the pavement, unconscious. Remy just stood there in awe, feeling like he was in a dream. The robed figures took all the swarmers including the one the strange woman had previously been feeding on into the shadows.

"Now what am I going to do with you?" the woman asked from the shadows. "We can't have anyone telling the authorities about us."

"I can keep a secret," said Remy.

She came into the light, fully revealing herself to the albinistic. Remy was very attracted to the unique woman who wore no discernable clothing. A copious layer of brown fur covered her body, which was bespattered with arterial spray from the swarmer. Large rounded ears poked forth from several tresses of braided hair. Her braids were a slightly lighter shade of brown than her fur. Her ears were adorned with an assortment of earrings, he counted ten. Leathery wings were her arms, obviously fully-functional. A small-pointed tail swayed from her lower back. She was muscular like an athlete, yet feminine. Her thin pointed tongue flicked from her long muzzle as she contemplated the human. Her bare breasts were petite and round. Remy couldn't help but stare at her white vulva that held his attention. He hardened to an almost painful state, squirting precum into his underwear and producing a wet spot on the front of his pants. Her large blue eyes regarded him sternly and caught sight of his arousal and wetness. He couldn't take his eyes from the chiropteran. She came up to him and licked the blood from his wound with her long-thin tongue.

"Wait. You're attracted to me," said the bat quizzically and rhetorically. "Most humans are terrified into near shock," said the bat.

"You are amazing," Remy stammered out. "I thought bats were blind."

"That's a myth!" she angrily spat.

"I've never seen anyone like you," Remy said in a near desperate tone. "What is your name?"

"I'm Irina," she replied.

"Remy," he said.

"I guess I'll have to take you with me. I would have normally killed you with the others."

Irina blindfolded Remy, gripped his shoulders in her claws, and flew into the sky. She flew to a secret entrance in the basement of one of the hotels and descended. She led a blind Remy into a room and left him there; seated on a red velvet couch. He waited for several minutes before a human woman with pale features, slicked back onyx hair, and a long black gown removed his blindfold and bandaged his cut.

"Where's Irina?" asked Remy of the human attendant.

"She left you a note. Wait here while I get it."

Remy waited for a long while before the human returned with the note. He looked at his clothing, the black smudges on his knees and his torn shirt. He hoped they had some clothing on hand. Remy didn't know if he would be able to go back to his hotel room any time soon.

"Here's the note," said the human female. "I'm happy she found someone."

Dear Remy,

I'm sorry I can't be with you right away. I have to make an appearance at the vampire club. Follow the instructions in this note carefully and make sure you are not followed. I will meet you in my secret sanctuary. Enter the door on your right, go forward past the first three hallways, turn right and follow the fourth hallway, after passing six hallways make a left on the seventh hallway, follow that hallway until you reach the end turn right, follow the next hallway until you reach the tenth light, push the eye of the falcon in the picture below the light to reveal my secret room, and finally, enter and close the door behind you. You are free to use my bathroom to freshen up and/or bathe. Put your clothes in the hamper. If you are uncomfortable walking around nude, you can wear one of the black robes on the hooks. I rarely wear clothing, except to the club, since clothing impedes my ability to fly.

I'm looking forward to getting to know you,

Irina

Remy wandered the halls, following the note, for quite some distance in the near darkness. He followed the instructions, looking around to see if he was followed on every turn. He opened the catch in the wall and entered the room. Remy went into the darkness, closing the door behind him. Dim lighting flickered in the depths. His nostrils were assailed by the scent of cloves and a musty, cotton candy aroma. He glanced around the room. Irina seemed to fancy ebony furniture in gothic styles. A black satin bedspread covered a massive bed on a pedestal. A gargantuan picture hung over the bed, a painting depicting a panther bringing down a gazelle. An Italian black leather couch stood in the center of the room. Decorative drapes hung from the walls, also black. He saw a teapot being warmed on a hot plate and an ashtray on a coffee table resembling a gargoyle that had been emptied. The coffee table itself was designed to appear like it rested on a silver dragon. He entered the bathroom; he was really filthy from his encounter in the parking lot. Remy proceeded to strip off his clothing, throwing it into the hamper as instructed. He slipped out of his white briefs; his underwear was drenched by his secretions. The bathroom was black and red, with red walls, a black counter, red sink with golden fixtures, black tiles in the shower stall, and large glass shower doors amid some glass blocks. Remy noticed that her toilet had bars quite a height above the commode and he remembered that Irina had wings instead of arms. He removed the bandage from over his eye; the small wound had stopped bleeding. He observed his gaunt body and how his ribs were visible. A bruise marred his milky skin where he had been struck. He rubbed the white hair on his chest. The albinistic opened the shower door and started the water. He soaped up his body, paying special attention the fair hair adorning his loins. Remy stood under the water for about a half hour before he exited the shower. He dried himself off and rinsed with cinnamon-flavored mouthwash. He put one of the robes on and went into the room.

Irina sat on a leather couch smoking a black clove cigarette with her feet. The clothes she had worn to the club had already been removed. She was working on a goblet full of blood, her tongue flicking into the red liquid. He was impressed at the dexterity of her feet.

Irina took a puff on her cigarette and spoke. "I've been waiting for someone like you."

"You have?" Remy replied in a soft voice.

"Yes," she whispered lasciviously.

"Would you like some blood?"

"I don't know."

"It has alcohol in it and is well purified. We call it a bloody Adam. It has 3 parts vodka, 6 parts blood, and 1 part lemon juice. Just like a bloody Mary only with blood instead of tomato juice. We serve it warm."

"I'll try some," he said apprehensively.

Irina handed Remy a goblet and poured scarlet liquid from her teapot into the cup. He gingerly tasted the warm fluid and then downed a gulp. At first, he grimaced at its bitter iron taste and the heaviness of the blood as it slid down his throat, but the alcohol hit him and he relished the feeling of the act. It felt so dark and wicked. He gazed at the bat-woman longingly.

"What happened to the men who attacked me?" asked Remy.

"They died, most likely of hypovolemic shock, when we drained their blood," Irina said with a shrug.

"Oh. Are we drinking them now?"

"No. It takes time to screen their blood for diseases. This glass contains the purified blood of over a hundred humans."

"Are there others like you?"

"No. And, none of the humans seem interested in a relationship with me," she said with a sorrowful expression. "I'm sort of their unofficial mascot."

"Are they vampires?" asked Remy.

"Not the legendary beings. They are humans who enjoy the taste of blood."

"Aren't you afraid of catching something when you bite people without screening their blood?" Remy asked with concern.

"My system seems to be immune to blood-borne pathogens in humans. I think I'm designed to consume blood," she stated matter-of-factly. "Why are you attracted to me?"

"I think it's the fur, I've always been attracted to the hirsute."

"Why are you so pale?"

"I'm allergic to sunlight."

"Like a vampire?"

"Not quite. I don't die in sunlight. I do break out in hives in bright lighting."

"I stay in during the day too. I'm nearly blind in bright lighting. How did you grow up?"

"My parents homeschooled me when I was young and I attended night school for college. Sometimes I had to go out in the day, but shrouded from head-to-toe like a Muslim woman. I really hated it after 9/11. It was a somewhat lonely life I led. My parents died about 10 years ago. I have lived on my inheritance for several years now unable to find decent night jobs, but was nearly broke before I came here from New York. I came to Vegas for one last fling before offing myself. I thought I had nothing to live for until I met you."

"So how did you come to be?"

"My mother was bitten by a strange bat near the nuclear testing grounds. I have no idea how that bite transformed me into this. I was born and my father left me out in the desert to die. A member of the vampire society found me and adopted me. They thought I was cute when I was young, but none of them have wanted to be my mate. They are all into the hairless goth thing. I tried to shave my fur off at one time, but looked even more freakish. So I was waiting for someone like you, who would love me as I am."

"It seems like we were made for each other. I could easily fall in love with you, Irina."

"Me too," she replied reflecting delight.

Remy moved in to hold her tenderly, stroking her furry ears. He moved in to capture her mouth with hungry urgency, holding onto like she was going to fly away. Irina put out her clove cigarette. Tears welled in the eyes of Irina as she savored the intoxicating kiss. She returned the kiss, her tongue darting repeatedly inside his mouth, like she was sipping nectar from a flower. He stared in her eyes, noting their complexity. Remy cupped her pert breasts, kneading his fingers into her swaying orbs. He suckled her right teat matting the fur to her breast. He clenched her nipple with his lips and teeth squeezing them delicately. Remy was intensely attracted to her burgeoning fur-covered apices. His hands moved to stroke her fuzzy legs, enjoying their tactile softness. He felt her patagium, feeling the texture of her leathery wings. Remy removed his robe revealing his white chest and pubic hair.

"You're fur is white!" Irina said in surprise. "I guess I should have expected it since your hair and eyebrows are white."

"I am a person with albinism."

"You are beautiful. You look like someone from an anime cartoon. It feels like your looking into my soul, when you gaze at me with those pale eyes."

The chiropteran gently nudged Remy to recline onto the couch. Irina poured some blood into his umbilicus, set the goblet down, and began to lap blood from his navel. She licked his white pubic hair and observed his veined rod and nearly purple glans. She sensually engulfed his swollen staff into her muzzle and twisted her long tongue around his shaft. She brought her claws up to stroke his balls. He could feel her tongue as it withdrew, twisting around his member in a seductive dance. Irina pulled back and then drove her tongue into his meatus, savoring the nectar of his pre-cum. The tongue slipped deep into his urethra. Remy felt both a tingling and a burning at the same time as she suckled him. The sensation was incredible as he felt his hot cream spill into her waiting mouth. Irina savored every last drip of his semen.

Remy moved his tongue to her alabaster loins, tasting the slick wetness of her excitement. His tongue stroked her vulva from perineum to clit, hovering over her pleasure nub at the end of each sweep. Irina's breathing grew harsh and uneven as Remy continued his pleasuring. Her eyes closed as she abandoned herself to the sensations. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, which was similar to the scent he had caught upon entering the room. Remy felt her lick his shoulder as he continued his ministrations. The albinistic drove his index finger into her aching cleft to stroke her depths and plied her ivory petals with his fingers. The chiropteran bit into his shoulder in a bite of love that brought painful tears to the eyes of Remy, but was very pleasurable as she lapped at his blood.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Love," she replied with a giggle.

Remy started anew on his pleasuring, stroking the nest of downy fur above her cleft. His cycle continued for about fifteen minutes. She arched her body into his flicking tongue, her breathing intensified into short, sharp gasps as she approached her climax, her body shuddering profoundly. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she moaned with her first orgasm of the evening. He moved his mouth away from her pussy and vigorously diddled her clit with his index finger opposite the one he held inside her. He felt her orgasmic contractions with his inserted digit and watched her anus pulse in opposing time to the contractions of her tunnel. Irina emitted an eerie high-pitched chirp as she basked in the throes of her pleasure. The bat-woman and the human gazed at one another in affection and locked in a sensual kiss.

"Do you want to go all the way?" Irina asked in a breathless gasp.

"Yes," Remy replied nearly drooling in anticipation.

"Will you be with me forever?"

"My life belongs to you."

"I want you inside me," she pleaded in a breathless whisper. The chiropteran moved to her large bed and propped herself on her wings, head to the bed; her warm, dark haven dripped with her heat. Her braids fell in front of her face. The albinistic downed the rest of his goblet of blood, which had cooled to a syrupy liquor. Remy was in awe of the passion-moistened furrow surrounded by a dampened pelt. She lifted her short tail as Remy staggered towards her. He was glad he had came previously this night, or her would have erupted before reaching her. He gripped her hips and eased into her, joining their bodies. Irina arched her back to meet his turgid staff. Remy gyrated his member in slow insistent circles as she matched his fluid movements. He increased the tempo, heaving into her roughly. He could hear her shallow pants amid his own panting. Sweat dripped from his body to moisten her connected fur. She jerked violently against his thrusts, almost there. He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push staring at his cock continually entering her glistening portal. Irina clenched and shuddered groaning. Her hips swayed, unable to contain her pleasure from the slamming thrusts. She gasped as her she quivered with delight. Her body rocked with overwhelming spasms as she cried out in wave after wave of pleasure. The uncontrollable, shuddering contractions peaked in a loud screech from Irina, as she fell forward in her throes. Remy held back for a moment, barely stemming his climax. With frenzy, Remy thundered against her, his pace fast and frantic. He exploded inside her with a harsh groan of masculine release.

Irina rolled over onto her back, her aperture soused with their intermingled spume, which dripped mellifluously. Remy lay back on the bed next to her. Irina rested her head on his chest gazing up at Remy with deep affection. The human stroked her ears smiling at her.

"Do you think we could have a child together?" Remy asked her.

"I hope so," she responded. "I might even be pregnant already."

Irina and Remy spent the remainder of the lives together having several unique children. Remy found out the Irina shared his affinity for superheroes; her favorite male superhero came as no surprise to him. The albinistic human eventually took part in the hunts and provided for the group. True love had found the two lost souls.