The night air hung thick with humidity as Elijah prowled the streets of New Orleans, his footsteps silent on the worn cobblestones of Bourbon Street. The pale moonlight cast eerie shadows, illuminating the faces of revelers stumbling from bar to bar. Elijah's eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his fedora, glowed with an otherworldly hunger.

He'd been this way for centuries now - cursed to walk the night, forever thirsting. Lately, however, a new temptation has emerged. Her name was Annabelle, and she was everything he couldn't have.

Elijah watched from the shadows as Annabelle sashayed down the street, her sundress clinging to her curves. Her chestnut hair bounced with each step, and Elijah's keen senses picked up the intoxicating scent of jasmine perfume.

"Fuck," he growled under his breath, feeling his fangs elongate.

Unable to resist, Elijah followed her, keeping to the dark alleyways. His cock strained against his slacks as he imagined sinking his teeth into her soft flesh, tasting her sweet blood on his tongue.

Annabelle turned down a quiet side street, and Elijah seized his chance. In the blink of an eye, he had her pressed against a brick wall, his body flush against hers.

"What the?" Annabelle gasped, her green eyes wide with fear, and... was that arousal?

"Shh," Elijah purred, running a finger along her jaw. "I've watched you for so long, cher. Tell me you want this too."

To his surprise, Annabelle moaned and arched against him. "Yes," she breathed. "I've seen you watching. Take me."

With a growl, Elijah crashed his lips to hers. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her full tits through the thin fabric of her dress. Annabelle fumbled with his belt, freeing his thick cock.

"Fuck me," she begged. "I need you inside me."

Elijah hiked up her skirt, revealing her lack of panties. His fingers found her dripping pussy, and he groaned at how wet she was for him.

In one swift motion, he lifted her and impaled her on his shaft. Annabelle cried out in pleasure as he began to thrust, her back scraping against the rough brick.

"Oh god, yes!" she moaned. "Harder!"

Elijah obliged, pounding into her tight cunt with inhuman speed. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed in the alley, punctuated by their grunts and moans.

As he felt his release approaching, Elijah's control slipped. His fangs descended, and he buried them in Annabelle's neck just as his cock erupted inside her.

Annabelle screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around him as she came. The taste of her blood sent Elijah into a frenzy, and he drank deeply as he continued to thrust.

Finally spent, Elijah withdrew his fangs and cock. He licked the puncture wounds, healing them instantly.

Annabelle sagged against him, panting. "That was... incredible," she murmured.

Elijah smiled sadly, knowing this could never happen again. He was a monster, and she deserved better. With a gentle kiss to her forehead, he disappeared into the night, leaving Annabelle dazed and disheveled in the alley.

As he melted into the shadows, Elijah's heart ached. He'd tasted paradise but knew he was damned to an eternity of loneliness. The moon over Bourbon Street would be his only companion in the endless nights.