Tess, 18

Tess was just having her second orgasm when Tyler bit her.
Usually, she liked a little pain with her pleasure.
She liked when Tyler's (or whoever's) teeth clashed against her clit ring, she liked to be pinned or bound, she even liked a little blood sometimes.
But this fucking hurt.
"Ow, you fucker! Ease up!"
Tyler grunted and pulled his head out from under her skirt. The light was dim, the alley lit only by the marquee over Smashlight across the street, but she thought she saw blood on his mouth.
All at once she wanted him.
Wanted him holding her down and fucking her from behind right here in this alley.
She wanted his teeth all over her.
Something about that look on his face, sort of dazed like he was actually drunk off her pussy.
She'd read that phrase in some book and knew it was just bad erotica, but that look on his face...and the blood on his mouth...
"I want you to fuck me right now," she husked at him, hitching her skirt up and turning to face the wall.
She slid one finger inside herself.
God, she'd never been this wet...
She waited, breathing heavily, with her forehead pressed against the wall.
But Tyler wasn't doing anything.
She looked over her shoulder, panting and saw him, still on his knees, looking...confused?
No longer enthralled by her sex (Anne Rampling? Poppy Z. Brite? The Marquis de Sade?) but just...confused.
"Jesus," she growled, "how fucking dumb can you get? Up here, faggot!" she said in a high pitched, mocking voice.
Tyler looked up at her and she smiled.
"That's it..." She began to slowly pump her hips, waving her exposed ass in his face, "Come up here and get—" she stopped, looking puzzled as he turned away again and then smiled again as he starting moving slowly towards her on his knees.
She liked seeing him on his knees like that.
And now the confused, drunken look was gone.
He looked hungry.
She liked that look even better.
His hands clamped on her hips and she gasped in anticipation, spreading her legs wider to help him get to her.
"Oh fuck this is so hot..." she whispered, "I'm so—"
And that's when Tyler bit her again.
Tess didn't feel a rush pleasure and pain this time; she screamed at the top of her lungs and surged forward, forgetting that she had positioned herself inches away from the dirty wall.
She slammed her head into the bricks and bounced back into Tyler, who was now standing.
She turned, half unconscious, her vision still blurred from the impact and looked up into the face of....Tyler?
Not Tyler, not anymore.
"The...fuck...?" she mumbled.
Tyler leaned in, his breath smelled of blood, her blood, she could see it on his teeth...
Suddenly Tyler was gone.
Tess was brought back somewhat by having narrowly escaped...something at the hands (and teeth) of Tyler.
"He seemed so nice..." she muttered.
She looked toward the sounds coming from her right.
Some guy was on top of Tyler, beating the living shit out of him.
She looked to her left, across the street at Smashlight and saw that Jones, the bouncer, wasn't out front.
Her sluggish mind put two and two together and realized that Jones must have heard her scream and thought something was wrong.
She opened her mouth to say something about a misunderstanding and then she noticed the warmth coursing down her thigh.
"My God, am I still..." she started, then she saw that the inside of her right leg was coated in red from her crotch all the way down to her ankle.
Blood was cascading down her leg and pooling around her right foot.
"Fucking...fucking..." she began and stopped when a wave of faintness passed over her.
She didn't know if it was the blood loss or the collision with the wall, but she was now having trouble putting thoughts together.
She needed help and turned to Jones to ask for it, but now he and Tyler were...making out?
"You...fags..." she hissed in a thick voice.
She watched as Tyler, who had somehow gotten on top of Jones, pulled back from their kiss (it made a sound like duct tape being torn from wet cardboard) with a strip of something connecting the two faces.
Tyler snapped his head back and the strip was now only hanging from Tyler's face.
Tess watched with baffled concentration as the strip slowly disappeared into Tyler's mouth.
She felt stoned.
Nothing was making much sense at this particular moment.
The blood, she remembered.
Help.
She rotated towards the club across the street and set off at a shamble, her thigh pumped more blood every time she put her weight on it.
It seemed to take ages to reach the door, but she made it, feeling the vibrations before she even opened it.
When she did finally manage to pull open the heavy, steel door, the music hit her like a physical force.
She staggered back, almost fell, then lurched inside.
"Stupid..." she said, realizing that she could have just called 911 on her cell before remembering that she'd left it in her purse which she'd laid neatly on the ground before Tyler had removed her panties and started going down on her.
She paused for a moment, completely unsure of what to do.
The bleeding.
Stop the bleeding.
With.
"Tampons," she croaked, and started stumbling towards the bathrooms, leaving another puddle of blood in the dark entryway.
When she reached the dance hall proper, she had to stop again.
She felt the music more than heard it.
It was like being inside a giant drum.
She scanned the crowd, but that was just force of habit.
She never came here alone.
She always had Mel, Koko and Janice with her, as sort of a buffer zone.
Didn't hurt that they were all fugly compared to her either.
That fucking bitch Janice, the time she—
Focus.
The bleeding.
“Yeah, right…” she said under her breath.
She set off towards the bathrooms across the dance floor, leaving yet another, smaller, pool of blood behind.
Over the next twenty minutes, she made her way through the undulating sea of people.
A pale face among other pale faces.
She didn't see these other faces, just overlapping, overexposed demonic blurs like scenes from a nightmare.
And sometimes she saw Tyler's face.
Finally, finally she reached the bathrooms.
She leaned against the wall outside one of them, regaining her strength in order to heave open the door.
She was now soaked in sweat and barely able to keep her eyes open.
"What's that vein called...female? Tyler bit through my female vein..."
She remembered meeting Tyler in the bar across town...what...an hour ago? Two?
They'd been playing that song...
She couldn't remember the name, but she remembered the beat and started swaying to it.
She was on the verge of falling asleep on her feet when she heard, clearly in her head, despite the explosive noise of the club around her, the tearing noise that had emitted from the two figures on the ground just a few minutes ago.
She staggered, almost fell, put her hand out to steady herself and opened her eyes.
She looked across the floor and directly into the eyes of some dork with a boner.
This made her think of Tyler again (I want you to fuck me right now), and his teeth, and her blood on his teeth and suddenly she was going to throw up.
With this last burst of strength, she threw open the bathroom door and stumbled into the puke and piss smelling darkness beyond.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the fetid bathroom stench and, although she felt her stomach roil inside her, she did not throw up.
She made out vague bathroom shapes in the black lit room.
Toilet, sink, condom machine, tampon dispenser.
"Tampons..." she croaked again.
Her blood looked like tar in this light.
She fumbled her way to the tampon dispenser which, when she reached in, she found was filled with used condoms.
The cold, gelid, chlorine-smelling muck on her fingers triggered something deep within her and her gag rose like a piston, bringing with it the Chinese food she'd eaten earlier.
She missed the toilet completely, but then again so had the other people who'd been in here recently.
After what felt like days of throwing up, she collapsed onto the floor in a sitting position.
She was cold now, not in pain, just cold.
Cold and tired.
She remembered the bleeding again and tried to cover the wound with her hand.
"Good news...bad news..." she said in a fading voice.
The good news was the blood seemed to have stopped flooding out of her, the bad news was the area around the bite felt as tough as frozen leather.
But it didn't hurt.
"So...good news...bad news...good news..." she murmured, as the thudding, violet darkness swallowed her whole.