ஜ In the Blood ஜ

by Steve Russell

Jacyn's Journey 

It hadn't taken me very long to realize that there was nothing special about the night for my kind. It was all just a distorted falsehood, another element of the nightmarish tales of cursed men and women. It was one more myth for me to discover and discard, and I left the night feeling no more at peace than I had started it. I only felt more alone and more inclined to maintain my tacit distance from others. I felt as though the hurt would never end, but only get worse.

I glanced around the park again and took another drag from the cigarette, and after I let the smoke escape from my lips and nostrils, I suddenly felt an odd presence, and quickly spun on my left heel, my right foot landing about a foot-and-a-half behind my left. My legs were bent slightly and most of my weight rested back on my right leg, my left arm was in front of me and bent with my fist at waist height, my right fist was pulled close to my ribs. The unexpected and fast shift in my posture had been enough to startle the presence I had spun to face, and she quickly stepped back away from me while squeaking out her alarm.

“WHOA!” she screeched, her hands quickly coming up before her in fear. “I didn’t mean to startle you, vampire-man.”

She was anything but threatening, and I quickly felt stupid for reacting as I had, but she had indeed startled me. With my senses as heightened as they were, I thought it was impossible for anyone to sneak up on me as she had, but when she had moved close enough to me by bringing herself within about six feet, I simply knew that she was there.

“What did you just call me?” I queried, relaxing from my stance and drawing another drag from the cigarette that was still squeezed between my lips. I was still trying to figure out how she had gotten so close without me noticing, but I was distracted by something else about her that I couldn’t quite put a finger on. For a moment, I could have sworn I heard her heart beating.

Before me stood what could easily have been a teen beauty pageant winner, a prom queen, or a professional model. She was none of those things, through no fault of her own. She stood five-and-a-half feet tall, with a lithe, slender form that did not lack in femininity at all. Her complexion was an alabaster crème and unblemished, and her hair, which was straight and long enough to cover the small of her back, was naturally a dark brunette, though she had bleached it to a very pale blond. Her breasts were ample but not large, and her backside was firm, tight, and perfectly rounded. Her legs were long and toned, though a pair of thigh-high black leather boots occluded most of them from view. Her face was the image of girlish innocence; a small, pert nose, full, pouty lips, and bright, beautiful eyes, which were a deep brown, contrasting brilliantly against her pale skin and even paler hair. She wore a studded black leather jacket over a red-and-black lace corset top and a layered lace skirt that didn’t quite cover the upper halves of her thighs.

“Don’t be alarmed, Nosferatu of Kung-Fu,” she giggled out. “I know who you are and what you are. You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m one, too. My name is Brooklynn -- Brooklynn Marie Downey.” She flashed a bright smile at me, and even in the dimmer moonlight, I could clearly see her smaller fangs.

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ஜღThe lessonღஜ

bye Vanessa A.

She doesn’t see me sitting here as she tries to sneak in the house, since all of the lights are off and it’s almost three in the morning. I watch as she ushers her new conquest into the foyer, pushes him against the door, and starts to kiss him. Maybe I will feed tonight.

 His hands explore her as she kisses him, their embrace becoming more and more heated. I let him get worked up before I silently walk up behind them both, then clear my throat to get their attention.

 He looks up from her and I can see surprise and then anger on his human face. “What is THIS shit??” he asks, pushing her away from him.

 I raise my eyebrows at her, as if to say, answer him. She does. “This…is my Master.”

 I watch him try for words. I’m sure he fully expected to be naked with my slave by now, but that is not on my agenda for this evening. With another look to her I say, after you, and step back to allow her the kill. She has been with me long enough to know; she steps in to him, pulls his head back by his hair, and snaps his neck in one powerful motion. A broken neck takes time to kill it’s owner – time we will use to feed while our “guest” is paralyzed and still breathing.

 After we’ve both had our fill, I clear my throat again to get her attention. “Yes, my lord?” she asks demurely.

 “What have I told you about drunken men?”

 She knows what is coming, but tries to excuse her choice of victim. “He was all I could find, my Lord.”

 “Nonsense,” I answer, with a shake of my head. “What about people leaving the theater? What about the hotels?” I hate the taste of alcohol-laden blood, and she knows it. It doesn’t affect me, but the taste is definitely not my preference. I’m tired of telling her things repeatedly.

 I lead her by the elbow to the bedroom and stand her at the foot of my bed. In one clean jerk I remove her blouse; another takes care of her mini-skirt, which leaves her in stockings, garter belt, and heels. “Stay put,” I command sotto-voce, and walk to the closet, returning with a few things I will use to reinforce my point. “How many times have I told you about drunken meals?” I ask her.

 “A few….”

 “More than once,” I respond. “This will be the last time you bring home anyone with alcohol in their blood-stream. Now turn around.”

 With her head down she turns her back to me and brings her hands behind her back. I have gotten two pairs of leather wrist-restraints from the closet, one for her wrists, another for her elbows. I attach both to her arms, clip them together, and turn her to face me. With her arms secured behind her and her back arched, she is in the perfect position for me to attach a pair of clamps to her already aroused nipples. Now I’ve got her attention.

 “Will I have to repeat myself in the future?” I ask.

 “No, Master…” she says quietly. The immobility of her arms and shoulders has done it's job, demurring her to me as a proper slave.

 “Kneel,” I tell her. There is no room for dissention in my voice as I unzip my pants and she lowers her face to my waist. Expertly, she engulfs me with her mouth, swallowing my already turgid manhood whole. I allow her to bring me to full size before pulling her up by her hair. Face to face now, I whisper to her, “Do I make myself clear?”

 “Yes, Lord,” also in a whisper.

 “Good.” I turn her around and push her over the side of the bed so her ass is exposed to me. She knows what is coming and tries to squirm away before the first spank of many lands on her bottom. Her ass is reddened with a few spanks; I can smell her arousal deep inside my sinuses. Intoxicating, that smell – she is ready.

 With her arms bound behind her back, nipples clamped together, and tender ass turned up to me, I fill her with one deep thrust of my hips. She screams in orgasm almost immediately, contracting around me as I roughly pound her from behind. It isn't long before I am at the edge of my own climax; I pull out of her and grab her by the back the head, bringing her face to my waist again. “Swallow it,” I command, and she opens her mouth with her head thrown back. I then fill her waiting and beautiful mouth with a hot load of my own orgasm, which I know puts her over the edge again, accompanied by muffled moans.She remains kneeling with her head down while I put my pants back on. “What is our rule about feeding?” I ask her gently.

 “No more drunks,” she replies as she looks up at me.

 “Good girl.”

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(¯`*•.¸♥ஜ The Palace ஜ♥¸.•*´¯)

By Vanessa A.

It was the early 1700’s, just before the French revolution, in Avignon, France. The Palais du Papes, a city-sized castle, was in a state of disrepair, already 400 years old. It sheltered fifty-three acres of buried catacombs and vaulted stone ceilings -- plenty of hiding places and dark shadows -- the perfect lair for a Vampyre such as myself. The irony of my chosen home did not go unappreciated –- I was living in the original Palace of the Popes before they fled to Rome; I, an immortal, living off of the blood of others, feeding under the very noses of the seat of the Catholic Church.

The shadows of dusk allowed me to watch the waning throngs of peasants from a darkening doorway just off the Palais Neuf, the newer half of the palace. It didn’t take long for me to notice a solitary young lady on her way across the grounds, humming softly to herself as she walked. She caught my eye at once, short, dark-haired, and pretty in a nondescript way. But she was alive, not just breathing, in a way that gave her a … glow. It only took a moment for her to be the only person there who mattered, as the background noise of the castle faded away and she became my raison-d’etre for that evening.

Her path took her near enough for me to catch her eye. She glanced up under her brow, held my look for a moment, grinned a lop-sided half-smile, and continued on her way. Her eyes were the most captivating blue I had ever seen, the color of a winter morning, and they lit a few of the dark corners of my own undead soul, which I had almost forgotten I had.

As I stepped out of the doorway to follow her, the hunt was on, although I would later learn that the role of hunter and hunted would become tangled and eventually reversed.

For ages I have hunted, blending in with the masses, yet vastly different from them. I may look vaguely human, enough so that I may walk among people, but I am an apex predator, the top of the mammalian food chain. I am stronger, faster, and better adapted to hunting than any human alive.

It is for this reason that I rarely indulge in human exploits. Humans are simply food in my eyes, cattle for the slaughter. I must remember that my continued existence relies on stealth; I must never let myself get caught up in the kill, to a point where I lose the ability to blend. So I’ve suppressed my baser instincts in order to keep myself from getting... carried away. With those instincts went most of my passion, for everything, to remain balanced with my surroundings. I live an emotionally suppressed life in order to survive the ages relatively sane and content.

Perhaps it was because of this that I was completely unprepared for her strength of will and passion for life. It had been a difficult few decades for me, long since I had loved or laughed, and I had grown somewhat complacent in my hunting, feeding for sustenance only. I had become bored with my continued and unending existence. She changed that in an instant.

“My friends call me Holly,” she said, surprising me with her proximity to me. She had doubled back on her route through the courtyard, and I had almost knocked her over when I walked around the corner she had just rounded. Now we were face to face, all pretence of stealth lost. It’s rare to catch a predator in his own game, yet she had.

I stammered for a moment, and finally gave her my name. “Michael,” was all I could say. “Bon nuit.” Good evening.

“I saw you back there and wanted to say hello,” she said demurely, looking up under her dark lashes at me. She stood a head shorter than I, and craned her lovely neck back to meet my eyes. I had planned on kissing that neck, using it to drain her of the blood that I needed, but her blue eyes held mine as her frank advance sunk in. Who was this young lady to meet me head on?

As if reading my mind, she continued, “I’m not normally this forward. But there was something…about…you….” She trailed off as she reached for the back of my head, gently bringing her mouth towards mine. I had already begun to lean in to her neck, but she twisted her head to bring our lips together, awkwardly at first, but once our lips met, with growing passion. Her arms encircled my head, body crushing mine, and she kissed me in earnest, the first in an eon for me, and my defenses crumbled completely. Unusual for a hunter, but it felt so natural with this woman.

We ended up back in my rooms, deep beneath the castle. Wordlessly we followed each other there, holding hands like schoolchildren. She resumed her kiss as the door closed, shedding her clothing effortlessly, carefully unbuttoning my shirt while she explored my mouth with her own.

“Stop…” I muttered. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” I tried to hold her hands to keep her from removing my shirt, but she was determined to have me, then and there.

She smiled up at me, lighting her face as the smile touched her eyes. “I may not have done this yet, but I think I can figure things out,” she said quietly. She was young enough to be virginal, yet bold enough to take matters into her own hands, strength I admired. And her hands seemed to know exactly where to touch me and how to excite me.

“That’s not what I meant,” I whispered. “I’m…”

“Different. I know,” she replied, running her fingers lightly across my chest. “I saw that in an instant.” If she only knew how different I was from her and her kin, she may not be here with me, but she was, and I intended to enjoy it for the moment.

“Just be… careful… with me,” I said, more as a warning to her, but she misunderstood me. She smiled again and my heart, which hadn’t beat in many years, nearly jumped out of my chest.

“Isn’t that my line?” she said with a grin. Her soft voice was musical, enveloping me. By now, she had undressed me fully, and we stood in each other’s arms, her heat warming me almost as much as my own feverish lust. Her innocence mixed with a demure passion, and I was hers, completely and without reserve

She left her family to live with me, never asking or commenting on my unwillingness to leave during daylight hours, and never prying into my undead existence. Somehow, I made her happy, just by being there for her, and our nights together were filled with steamy passion and constant touching. She explored my body with the eagerness of her youth, and I brought her pleasure with the experience of lifetimes. Life, for both of us, was perfect.

Until the night she was attacked. She had been walking home from the market when a group of men thought to rob her of her produce, and her life. They had encircled her when I felt her panic, and within moments, I was there, all fury and savage animal. 

It was only a moment before they lay around her, ripped apart and no longer a threat.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I turned to find her wide eyes on me, expecting the worst. She had finally seen me for what I was, and the thought that our life together may have just ended came to me, catching my breath in my throat. Instead, she came into my arms and held me tightly.

“Michael,” she whispered through her tears. “Thank God you were here.” She was by no means stupid or blind, yet she was in love enough to have seen what she wanted: I had saved her life. Had her woman’s heart ignored the fact that I killed three men with claws and teeth? Perhaps. Or was there more depth to her heart than I had originally imagined?

We were inseparable after that. She adopted my night-time schedule, changing to suit my needs, as I changed for her, becoming less of a predator and more emotionally human than I had thought possible. I never fed from her, but took sustenance from her steel will and unending love. She never asked about my occasional forays into the night alone, and we lived for years together without discussing my long history.

We lived for the moment, enjoying each other as much as possible. Unfortunately, her moments were finite, and her mortality would mean an end -- of sorts -- for both of us.

It had been thirty years since we met. She lay on her deathbed, old, frail, but still impossibly beautiful. Her radiance was muted – still shining from within, but dimmer than it had ever been.

“My love,” was all I could say without my throat catching.

“Dearest one,” she replied, faintly. “You haven’t aged a bit.”

I’d wanted to tell her for ages, helplessly forced to watch her age and wither, unable to admit my immortality even to my own wife. I had lived many lifetimes already, and would continue on many more after she was gone.

“I’ve tried to tell you…”

“And I’ve known since the first time I laid eyes on you.” She turned her blue eyes to me, still able to hold my gaze with hers. “I’ve known the whole time, and loved you for it -- or in spite of it. But I also knew that I could not bear the weight of time, could not live through the ages, even with you by my side. I was born mortal and chose to remain so.” Her choice had been the reason that she lived for the moment, enjoying every one as if it were her last.

“It’s not too late to change that,” I whispered, crying openly. “I can make you one of us, still.”

She shook her head almost imperceptibly. Closed her eyes. And took her final breath.

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ஜ Beware ஜ

by Vanessa A.

Chapter 1

Stephanie sits in the bar minding her own business. Before her rests a Bloody Mary, so close yet so far away from what she truly desires. Dressed in red leather she stands out in this dusty, good-old-boys bar. Her body thin, her hair raven, and her complexion pale. The table she sits at is hers alone. Not even the toughest redneck can fail to feel the power of the night that burns from her very skin. She lifts her head and looks around for a likely mark. She needs someone to fill the empty, yawning void inside her tonight. She gives a mirthless laugh to herself remembering how glamorous she thought being a vampire would be.
 
A man walks in and looks carefully around as if searching for someone special. She appreciates the way his jeans hug his legs, and the flex of muscle she cant help but notice under his tight, black t-shirt. Maybe the night just got a little brighter. She stands to reveal her full 5'9" frame, and walks slowly and sensually over to the door. Her body gives off a heat that pulls men and women alike to her. She slips by the man and continues out the door. She knows he will follow -- he has no choice. Don't believe the lies that you must look a vampire in the eyes to be entranced. The mere passing of one who wants you can cause you to do their will. Right now he is feeling her need, and there is no doubt his cock is rock hard as he imagines it is he that will seduce her.
 
He hurries to catch up with her and starts walking beside her. She turns her head towards him and notices his jeans are even tighter now that his throbbing erection is taking up space. She has not fed in days, and needs to feel the passion and fire while his blood pours hot down her throat. "Follow me," she whispers to him. Knowing he has no choice but to obey, she hurries to her home. Entering the doorway, she feels his hot breathe on her neck. Oh, if he only knew what he was in for, she thinks to herself.
 
Stephanie calls out to see if her roommate is home. The answering voice is soft and sensual, a short blonde with the body of a vixen. They will share her catch this night. Bring him to unknown pleasures first, and then down to the depths of hell. He is in their thrall as they both begin to undress him, each taking turns sucking hard on his cock, kissing him carefully so he does not feel the sharp points of their fangs. Feeding off his ecstasy, the two vampires begin to feel human again. Their bodies are once again ripe with blood and able to feel pleasure. Wetness seeps between their thighs as they both undress. One takes him to the bed, lies him down, and lowers her body onto his. She feels his hard cock pushing into her as she pulses around him. He moans in pure pleasure as she rides him passionately. Arching to allow his lips to suck her nipples, she keeps a rhythm that is driving him close to the edge.
 
I am Vanessa, the blonde. I watch as my roommate brings her toy close to climax. My own hand reaches to rub my clit, inserting two fingers deep into my center, keeping pace with them both. As we all near that fateful moment, I bend to kiss his neck. My teeth are grazing close to his jugular waiting for the perfect moment to drain him of life. As his body bucks upwards, I feel his breathing start to falter. Sinking fangs into him at the perfect instant I am able to cum for the first time in months. Only with his lifeblood coursing through my veins can I have enough blood flow to bring myself to that final, crashing moment of sex. My roommate bends to bite him lovingly on the other side of his neck as he shoots cum hot and hard into her pussy, and she cums in concert with us.
 
Oh, I know, I should stop before he is dead. Don't think we do this lightly. I am sure you will judge me, think me mad, but until you have walked in my shoes you cannot know the pull of human blood. I write not for understanding, forgiveness, or your sympathy. I write as a warning. Watch carefully in the night. When your body shivers and lust spreads instantly through you, you may be in the presence of a Vampire named Vanessa.

Chapter 2

"No way Steph, not him."

"Vanessa, what is your problem this time," Steph says as she rolls her eyes. They are walking the late-night streets of the city looking for a mark. They have not fed in so long, the need has begun to take over all of their waking hours.

"Just look at him, Steph, he has more tattoos than a Hell's Angel and looks meaner than a snake. Did you forget we are vampires?" Steph questions. Vanessa -- a short, blond, curvaceously sexy female vampire -- is not about to answer that question. She knows it will lead to trouble. Her roommate, Steph, is also a vampire; however, she is tall, long of leg, raven haired, and simply stunning. They were both brought over by the same Master. 

They continue walking down the dark, dreary street. Bars and adult businesses line the sides, and the noises of business being done wash out to them.

"Just tell me why, please," says Steph. In a meek, non-vamp whisper Vanessa answers, "I might want to keep that one." 

"Oh my god," screams Steph, "you know we are forbidden to bring another over! Or have you forgotten just how creative our Master can be in punishing us, given our undead status?" 

Vanessa nods with a grin. "We're forbidden to kill, too, but that doesn't stop us, does it?" 

Vanessa dares a glace back to see the man still walking along the sidewalk seemingly unafraid of the terrors the dark night can hold. He is covered with muscles, tattoos, and wearing camo pants tight to show off an amazing ass, a tight green t-shirt with biceps pushing out on the material. His face is set in a neutral glare in an attempt to make sure no one dares approach him. However, for the first time in recent memory, Vanessa is soaking her panties just looking at a human. She finds herself drawn to him. Someone who can be more than a pet, a mark, a man to fuck to oblivion then drain away his life blood while he shoots his final wad.

She feels Steph pulling on her blouse in an effort to direct her attention anywhere but on him. Vanessa surrenders and does her best to keep up as Steph quickly walks ahead of her. Being all of 5"1, and wearing 4-inch spike-heeled boots, makes it very hard to walk beside the tall beauty that is her roommate. But Steph is right; they must choose another mark. The hunger has begun to burn their bodies. A feeling of blazing fire was screaming her need as if the body was trying to eat itself. As they pass one of the seedy, dank bars a drunken man stumbles out. He practically falls into their arms. "Oh you pretty things," he drunkenly slurs. There is no chance this is someone she will want to keep. In fact, she is having trouble standing his breath as he tries to kiss her. But beggars can't be choosers, and they need to feed.

They enter their apartment almost carrying the drunk. He is mumbling incoherently as they lead him into the bedroom and strip off his clothes. Despite being too drunk to stand, his cock is hard and pulsing thanks to the two needy vamps standing over him, who can make a man hard without even touching him.  Although the man may be hard and ready, the two girls are just a little bit disgusted with their mark this night and having trouble getting aroused. They need desire, lust, and strong emotions to bring themselves to the point of orgasm. 

Steph walks over and lifts Vanessa's face. She kisses her long and deep; her tongue plunging  cock-like to possess Vanessa's mouth. A small moan escapes from them both as they press not only mouths together but bodies as well. Soon clothing is strewn across the bedroom as hands and mouths begin an exploration done so many times before.  They are unable to orgasm without blood, but this never has stopped them from trying....

Chapter 3

Vanessa finds herself walking the same, dark, lonely street night after night. She is searching for him. Two weeks have passed without her catching sight of the man who has captured more than her blood lust. Maybe Steph is right, and she should stop looking. It is forbidden to bring another to the dark world she inhabits.  Her Master and Maker would punish her severely for such a willful act of defiance. He has been a vampire for thousands of years. No one is really sure, but to be in his presence is to feel such pull and power that you fall on your knees and wonder in what unholy world this came about.

Tonight is All Hallows Eve, Samhain, Halloween. A full moon stands stead over those who dare venture out into the eerie blackness of this night.  Vanessa knows no fear of the darkness, for she is Vampire. Her small size and demure smile fool the most savage stranger into believing she will be easy prey. Those who make that mistake are often left lifeless, bloodless, and soulless in an unmarked grave. She stalks the night, feeling something close to real need of companionship since she was taken and made into the creature she now is. Her roommate is off on her own this night, seeking prey for them both; however, Vanessa still calls to a mate. That does not mean all should not be wary, for she most certainly will find prey. They are always so much fun -- The ones who think they own the night are the best when she allows them to follow her home. The men who think they will rape, own, or even kill this small woman. The ones she delights in surprising with her strength, her anger, and ultimately, her fangs.

Vanessa slips into a small, seedy bar along the side of the street. The stink of humanity presses against her senses. So does the scent of blood, that flowing life force, that precious gift, hot red hunger that she carries with her everyday. She hides her nature in an attempt to attract no attention at this point. She prefers to sit in waiting for the perfect prey. The one who may just deserve the fate she will hand him this night. The wanna-be vampires are out in force. Crowding the bar in their fake fangs, their leather, their bodies sweating and their blood hot. She sits at a small corner table drinking a glass of beer and trying not to puke. 

The door to the bar is pushed open abruptly and bangs against the wall causing Vanessa to look up. Oh my God, she whispers to herself, it is him. He looks around the bar casually and catches her eye.  She feels like a child of sixteen who has her first crush. I am a Vampire, I suck the life-force out of the scum of the earth to survive, I have the strength to bench press a car; so why am I sitting her shaking as I watch him walk towards me? Dressed in jeans, black t-shirt, and leather jacket he does not smile as he moves closer to her table. His body is rock hard, his features chiseled, and the sound of his hello when he is standing beside her sends shivers down her spine. Does he know what she is? Could she really have found a mate? The reaction of her body says yes, but the knowledge of just what that would mean causes her to push down her hope.

Her eyes travel up his body as he stands beside her chair. They end at the most startling hazel eyes she has ever seen, almost gold in color. She expects him to sit down, but he motions toward the door, and Vanessa finds herself following him out into the inky black darkness of the night. Her mind is in a whirl, and she swears she can feel her heart beating even though she has not fed. What is it about this man that can pull something deep inside of her to life? 

Their feet echo a cadence on the wet pavement as she walks by his side not even knowing his name, where they are going, or just what she is doing. He turns towards her, his face in shadow. Vanessa, um, where are we going?  Honestly she is thinking, I don't care where he takes me. This man is not a pet, not someone to play with and discard.  How can I tell him the darkness that lies within me? Without even realizing it, she finds them standing at her door. How did he know?  Has he been following her? Too many questions, and so few answers.

She opens the front door, allowing him to enter first, and calls out to make sure her roommate has not yet returned. Her body is shaking as she finds herself roughly pushed against the door as it closes behind her. She is not afraid of this man, for she knows she can't be hurt in the traditional sense; yet, she does know fear. A fear born of hope, a fear that rejection may follow this night; and she is not prepared to just take him once. His whole body pressed into hers, she stretches to meet his height so that she can feel him against the places that are aching with need. "I know what you are," he whispers into her ear. Her pulse racing, Vanessa pushes back against him; and is shocked to find him matching her strength. Not possible, she says to herself, just WHAT is this man?

Vanessa opens herself, lets her power flare out to encompass the stranger pressed against her. Feeling, searching, Vanessa allows her power to touch his aura, his very soul. She feels darkness, fear, and bloodlust of a different type than hers. Other, she thinks, he is Other; but just what manner of creature have I invited into my home?  Bodies still pressed tightly together, he knows he is being read. He allows this without worry, for he already knows just who and what is making his body respond and his mind frantic with need. This Vampire, this witch, this small, blonde female has been on his mind for weeks. He will have her. He will make her beg for him. 

"Don't worry, I am not here to harm you," he says as his lips caress her neck. "Let go of your power and open yourself to mine." 

Vanessa allows herself to fall into his pull: a drawing of her power, then a building of them both, as they kiss for the first time. Her fangs gently nip his lip and she tastes his blood. Red, hot, burning as it slides over her tongue and down her throat. Nails grow longer as hands rip clothing until nothing is left between them except a few shreds and a marking of blood down his chest. Pressing her face to the wounds she has made, she begins to feed. His body naked now, and no doubt the most beautiful, hard, hot male body she has ever had pushing against her. His moans of pleasure as she licks the wounds, cause a flow of pleasure to ripple through her body. She is almost shocked to find herself making a small purring noise as his hand lifts her face to press mouth to mouth, tongues dancing inside to taste the very essence of each other.

Chapter 4

Hot blood slipping down her throat, as Vanessa licks the wounds she has made on his chest, tastes of amazing power. A power not of her own… but equal to it. He lifts her face to kiss his mouth and presses hard, opening her to him, letting tongues dance as he drinks of her. A small moan escapes from Vanessa into his mouth, as she feels her body being lifted, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes inside her inch by inch.  When he is completely filling her, he stops and holds her in position. “Please,” Vanessa whispers, “please....” Still mouth-to-mouth he bites down hard on her lip. A sharp cry of pain and pleasure as Vanessa lets him taste her vampiric blood.  The mingling is of two bloods, two powers, two supernatural strengths. Thought evaporates -- only sensation remains. 

He begins to move inside her, pulling nearly out, then slamming into her hard and fast.  She rocks in rhythm with him, her mind and body one with his. As they both near orgasm, he unleashes an onslaught of power. Vanessa is nearly overwhelmed with a sense of freedom…running through the woods, chasing prey, taking life and eating in joy. Oh my god, Vanessa thinks, he is lycanthrope…werewolf…shape-shifter! Her orgasm explodes…her power slams into his…meeting it head on to show him all that Vampire is.

As she comes back into herself, she lies on the floor with him still buried inside her. The room nearly vibrates as she leans down to kiss him once more. “Your name, I never even asked your name,” she whispers. In a voice still deep with power, he answers, “It's Geoffrey. I suspect you already know what I am….”

They are both still naked and pulsing with power, as the apartment door opens and Steph, her roommate, slinks inside. In the blink of an eye, Vanessa finds herself being pulled off of the floor and standing naked before her roommate. “What the hell have you done, little one?” Steph asks. “You know we are forbidden to convert anyone.” Before Vanessa has a chance to explain that she has done no such thing, Geoffrey stands and smiles slightly. The smile turns into a grimace of pain and pleasure as his face elongates and hair begins to grow. Pain, yet ecstasy, as he returns to a form he loves, a shape more natural to him than the one he has been using. Both Vampires stare at the man before them -- and the animal that replaces him –- as he lifts his large shaggy head and howls….

Chapter 5

Vanessa and Stephanie stand gape-jawed as the wolf before them once more becomes a man, transforming seamlessly, melting, one form to another. Geoffrey stands before them naked, strong, sweaty, still exuding the scent of wild animal. Both feel his pull, the need to explore powers in the only way they know -- sex and blood – his sex and his blood. He is not food or prey – he is an unknown – but he is as curious as they are. One glance is all they need to know just how ready his body is; he, too, wishes to explore the melding of supernatural -- and absolute -- strengths of Vampire and Werewolf.

Vanessa already stands naked before him, clothes strewn loosely around her, her body alive with desire. Stephanie walks past her to put herself in front of Geoffrey. Her face moves to his neck, nostrils flaring as she scents the blood just beneath the surface. The two Vampire females have never met a non-vampire with such power and raw strength as this man, who boldly reaches to pull Stephanie closer to him. Steph opens her mouth wide, exposing gleaming fangs, as she bends to his neck… and bites. A new flavor of blood flows, carrying with it all that he is – man and wolf together. She sucks greedily, increasing the pressure of her teeth to open the wound. A moan escapes from him… hands reach to tear at her clothing… until nothing stands between them…nothing blocks him from pushing her to the wall… lifting her by muscular thighs… entering her hard and fast as she drinks of him.

A rush of metaphysical power reaches out to include Vanessa, as she finds herself standing behind the couple. On tiptoe she reaches up to the other side of Geoffrey’s neck as he pounds his hard, huge cock savagely into her roommate. Biting him at the throbbing pulse point her mouth fills, then overflows, with his blood. She swallows as fast as she can, not wanting to waste a drop of the precious fluid. From the sounds her roommate is making, Vanessa knows that she is close to orgasm. She lifts her mouth from the wound, which seems to heal almost immediately, and presses her mouth to Stephanie’s, letting the blood slide from one to the other. A primal scream of pleasure rips from Steph’s lips as she comes, her wrapped legs shaking as Vanessa continues to kiss her deeply.

Wanting to feel him deep inside her again, Vanessa presses her breasts into his back; her hands holding to his strongly-muscled shoulders she whispers, “My turn….”  The aura of supernatural power that surrounds their writhing bodies is palpable -- a binding of the three has occurred and not one of them knows just how long it will last or exactly what it will mean. Geoffrey sets Steph down, takes both their hands, and leads them to the bedroom. A huge bed -- more than enough room -- as they fall into it and onto each other, biting, scratching, kissing, licking, sharing power and blood… lust… and sex.

 Chapter 6

“Yes… please… don’t stop…right there,” Vanessa moans.  She looks down to see Stephanie’s tongue caressing her nipple, fangs out. Her legs are wrapped around Geoffrey’s waist as he slams into her, pulling most of the way out before thrusting again. Reaching out to grasp a handful of Stephanie’s long jet-black hair, Vanessa pushes her head down. As she feels fangs sink into her breast, Vanessa’s body explodes in orgasm. 

Time has begun to lose all meaning…one orgasm flows into the next…each person able to experience the others pleasure. Time slips, when Vanessa looks to the window over Geoffrey’s shoulder, the sun has begun to rise. She looks in panic to her roommate, who then realizes what time it is. An unspoken understanding passes between the vampires, who pleadingly turn to their new bedmate.

Geoffrey fathoms the implication of their unasked question immediately. “I will guard you,” he whispers. “You may sleep without worry. Nothing will harm you.” Especially not me, he thinks to himself. I’ve not felt this way in many years.

Vanessa and Stephanie walk to the closet, where their daytime resting place is cleverly concealed behind a false wall and racks of clothing. As they hurry to close the door, they both look back to see Geoffrey remaining on their tussled bed, drifting off to sleep himself. They giggle to each other as they think about the previous night, and know that they have found a new and powerful playmate, possibly a new companion in their long, immortal lives. They are as unsure of what could become of this as they are sure that they would both do it again if possible.

They fail to see the small smile which has formed on Geoffrey’s face as he drifts off to sleep. He, too, knows that the coming night will bring more pleasure to all three, vampire and werewolf alike.

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ஜ l only ஜ

Here I am in this place of none feeling...
This palace of sadness and deathly silence -

I am a prisinor not bound by bars nor chains but by flesh and bone

- a monster inside myself,
and here I shall stay forever hidden away
in darkness of the darkest souls.

-A Midnight's Walk
Tonight I walk in silence to mourn her death
and the death of thousand poor souls that I took.
Tomorrow I shall never walk the same path again
I shall never thirst!

Life is a golden gift from God
and I have so wasted many for my uncontrollable rage.
I am a vampire and what do I care?
But a thousand times more I should convince myself not to.

For at the back of my head I know
That someday final death will come.
And for every cup I drink I'm thrown deeper into hell
It's like having sold my soul to the devil.

But what is hell?
Is it more than having not to die a thousand deaths?
Or is it more than having to feel the pain
of losing a loved one that you yourself killed?

If I could only drown myself with blood
I could have spared her life,
but the more I drink the more I thirst
How could I ever stop taking lives?

I wish I can convince myself tomorrow
but I'm afraid not.
For I am a rogue, and nothing but a vampire.
And that's what I'll always be.

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 Vampyr:

ஜ Mind, Body, Heart and Soul ஜ

My gifts to you-

My mind is insane, a shattered remnant of its self, lost in a world of confusion and fear.

My body, skin, as white as new snow, scared and bloody, and as cold as the crypt I lay in...

My heart, shriveled and dead, no longer pumps the blood that I drink to keep me warm...

My soul is all I have left of grace and beauty, love and truth...

Take it and leave me now...

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♥screams in the dead of night♥

 She screams silently in the night

oh, she cries to my might.

She screams softly at my sight

for she knows, I am near.

She screams soundly tonight

because she knows my lust of the night.

She screams shouting of fright

for it's her blood I shall drink this night.

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