On Star's first night back to work at after a brief hiatus, she meets an intoxicating stranger who offers to make her dreams come true. She doesn't know if he's threatening to fuck her or kill her because in her recurring nightmare, she enjoys both. Turns out, he isn't a man; he's an incubus. In the end, he fucks her, and he kills her.
She doesn't mind. She's asked for it in both cases.
Tied to nightlife by a growing aversion to daylight, Star discards her given name and her past. She works as a stripper until she crosses paths with Elias, a demon who knows too much about her, including details of a dream she's never shared. He tells her she's transforming into a vampire. Her nightmares and her increasing allergy to the sun are only a few of the symptoms. Worse, she's now locked in a chilling symbiotic relationship with his species for the rest of her immortality.
With only her sex appeal and an ability to manipulate men, she must make allies and learn how to be a vampire in a contemporary world where demons feed on her kind.
Dog knows I let fly with "fuckin a right mofo" on a daily basis but I assure you that "fucks her and kills her" isn't going to be a on jacket flap at Warner Aspect anytime soon. Thus you might want to desalinate your diction before sending this out. It's an absolutely perfect verb for this, but for some reason, people are sensitive to it. Fuckin' puritans.
Your hook starts AFTER she's made the transformation because the plot is that she has to learn to deal with it or she's breakfast for demons.
We'll need to see one of those demonic Breakfasters as well. Nameless Faceless demons are boring.