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A Village Vampire Ch. 01

By: braindump



Prologue

I knocked quietly on the door and it opened almost instantly. The girl who opened it took a step back allowing me to step past into the hallway. My gaze had locked on her the second the door had opened. Fortunately our eyes had met and so connected to her I was able to walk past her without fear.

"Are we alone?" I asked as I walked slowly through to her lounge. I could smell her blood and I fought to control my breathing. Be calm I told myself.

"Yes," she replied.

"And you are not expecting any callers, your mum or your boyfriend?" I continued. I scanned the lounge; impressed by the décor and pleased to see there was no one else around.

"No," she replied.

I turned briefly to look at her. I smiled appreciating how pretty she was and how her long legs and slim body offered wondrous opportunities for the time we would spend together. Even wearing scruffy jeans and a tea shirt she looked hot and I felt the bulge in my trousers growing. For my first solo hunt I had made a good choice.

Turning back I walked over to the large window covering the back wall of the lounge. The glass went from floor to ceiling suggesting the view would be spectacular. I looked out. Her apartment was high up and so I could look out over the city at night. The lights outside mingled with both my reflection and hers bouncing back off the glass.

"Go and change. Put something on that I will like. Something I will enjoy taking off you." I said to her reflection and I watched myself smile back as she turned without a word and disappeared.

Looking back into the window I studied my reflection and wondered how people had ever thought vampires cast no reflection. Vampire, I dwelt on the word. How had it come to this? 

First a short cut to disaster

How had it come to this? I thought back of the events of the past couple of months and how so much had changed for me.

My name is or was Mark Greenson. I had lived a pretty boring life in a typical English village. A village where nothing happened and I was nothing special. I had a few friends. I had the occasional girlfriend. It was a happy life, well sort of. 

Okay I have to admit it was pretty stupid to cut through the playing fields at 1am on a Saturday morning but I had done it from time to time for years. Understand I live in one of the safest areas in the country. Its not like the other options were much better they all were dark and quiet routes too. The walk through the playing fields saved 15 minutes. I would be in bed a quarter of an hour faster. When you have had a night out, are tired, and yes a little drunk all you want to do is get home. 15 minutes means a lot. You know I am right. On this particular night it wasn't even going to be that dark. There was a full-moon lighting the way for me.

Walking from the train station I had not seen a soul. A few times in the past I have helped hapless travellers who had got off the train expecting a town and taxis. Confused they would walk up and down looking for civilisation. I would grin to myself then help by explaining where they were and offer to call them a cab. If confronted by a damsel in distress I would be gallant and offer to wait with her. At this station there was nothing it was two miles from the village and very quiet.

On this night however there had been no fellow travellers lost or otherwise and I had started the walk without seeing another soul. The couple of miles along the roads to the playing fields had been the same. A few houses had lights on but at that time the good residents of the villages would be sleeping in their beds. The odd dog had barked. A barking dog always startled me. Dogs had always terrified me after one had decided to bite me on the leg when I was about five. 

"Don't worry son he won't hurt you," the owner had said about 5 seconds before his dog's teeth pierced my skin and I screamed in pain. "Oh god he has never done that before," the owner said over and over, but by then it was too late. The die was cast and for my whole life dogs would terrify me. So even years on a simple bark brought that all back and I would strain to hear if the barking dog was now chasing me. Of course it never did.

A car had passed maybe two, but no more than that. A passing car was always a spark of hope for me, that someone who knew me would stop and save me the walk home, but much like being chased by a dog that never happened.

By the time I reached my little short cut I was cold and fed up and so had decided to take it. Who am I kidding a few times on the walk I had convinced myself I would go the long way round but when it was this late I always cut across the playing fields.

The first part was not too bad cut across the school field, tennis court on the right, and nervous glance to the church complete with graveyard on the left. At this point I always thought of my mother and one of her pet phrases. When I was little and scared at night of ghosts and demons she would always tell me "the dead can't hurt you." Ironic when you know the whole story.

Next there was the footpath that allowed me to reach the playing field itself and moon or no moon this was always very dark. It was a path cutting along the back of the school before you got into the field proper. It was narrow and hemmed in by high bushes and trees. For some while I had carried a little LED torch on my key ring and so I used this now. It helped to show the way ahead but not very well and my heart would always beat a little faster at this point.

The little white light tried to pierce the gloom and I strained my eyes to see what lay ahead. Always hoping not to see a figure or sudden movement. As ever it was oh so quiet. Twice before at this point I had been very frightened, once by a deer and once by a fox. They had briefly stopped, looked at me and fled. More normal was surprising rabbits that scattered into the undergrowth. The rabbits didn't bother me, but the bigger animals always made me jump.

At the end of the path was a brief chance to relax as you were directly beside the school's playground and it was brightly lit. Why does light make us feel so much safer? This part of the short cut was the furthest from the roads on either side so a person collapsing here would probably not be found till the morning. A person attacked had no chance of help and surrounded by trees could be jumped on from multiple directions. So this was the most remote point but felt the safest because of the light. So here I always felt a bit better and my nerves eased a little.

To be honest it was important to relax here as the next bit was through the wood and this bit scared me the most. Often my nerves strained enough for me to consider walking around it. During the day the woods were great fun for children. The wood had become a cycle track using the tree roots to make little jumps and the churning up of the ground had produced a clear course around the wood. At night the wood felt dark, brooding and full of hidden danger.

The wood I always went though despite feeling scared because salvation lay on the other side. The other side was a clear path across the main part of the field. There were lights from the scout hut and lights from the Rugby club and so you could see all around. Best of all you could also see the road and the road meant home was close. So it was a quick walk through and you were safe that's how it felt to me.

So once again despite all the reservations I plunged into the dark wood, my little torch producing enough light to show the path in front of my feet so I didn't trip on a tree root or a rock.

Despite all my fears and nervousness nothing had ever happened on this walk but something very strange was about to happen. Oh if only I'd booked a cab.

Striding swiftly through the wood trying to feel calm and in control my heart suddenly jumped when without warning someone rushed out of the trees just behind me, they sped across the path and into the trees on the other side. While I stood frozen three more people followed as though chasing the first. The first was maybe a man. I was pretty sure the rest were women, two in white and one dressed in dark clothes.

What the hell was that I thought and then I heard the scream. You will have worked out being brave was not part of my make up, but despite this I had to find out what was going on. Convincing myself I was safe as they had not noticed me I slowly and carefully followed them into the trees.

They hadn't gone far so it didn't take long to catch up with the four people who had startled me. I had been right it was a man and three women. 

The man was standing quite still his back against a tree. In the moonlight I could just see his chest was bare. His shirt lay on the ground at his feet and the two women dressed in white were running their hands up and down his chest. One giggled and lowered her hand to rub up and down the man's groin. He was still motionless. The other lady, who was in the dark dress had her back to me and was quietly observing the scene. It was bizarre, unheard of, but even in our quiet village there were all sorts I thought. What would the vicar say? One of the ladies in white dropped to her knees, her hands working at undoing the man's trousers. The lucky bastard was going to get a blowjob I thought. Feeling awkward I slowly backed away, voyeurism was not my thing and most of all I feared the embarrassment of getting caught watching.

Crack went a twig and the three women turned. To my horror they seemed to be staring straight at me. I knew it was too dark for them to see me and yet it felt like they were looking right at me. The older woman raised her hand ensuring the others stayed put while she took a slow step in my direction. Her head slowly inclining to the left, as though she was trying to pierce the darkness. Her face, mostly hidden by the dark seemed to stare at me with black eyes. Around her neck glinting in the moonlight was a weird triangular shaped necklace. The pale light made her seem more demonic than human. Terrified I turned and fled.

I always did my best to avoid scary situations but once in them I could always think fast. A plan formed in my head. I needed to get away but stay hidden. The fields were not flat and the way they raised and fell could help me. Keep on through the trees come out the back of the wood, up the slope and down the other side and then run up the fence to the other gate in the corner of the field. This way I would be hidden from view all the way to the road and then by turning left and then right I would still come to my house but from the opposite way. A little longer but should these strange people follow me they were less likely to see me.

Explaining why I was there would just be too embarrassing. God forbid I might even know them. Later I would realise God had nothing to do with it.

It was not a long run but my promises as yet unfulfilled to get back to regular cycling meant I was soon out of breath. I laboured up the final part of the run to the gate. My tiredness meant my head soon dropped and so it was only when I was upon the gate that I realised a lady was learning against it. That gave me a bit of a shock I can tell you and I came to an abrupt halt. For what seemed like ages I stood just staring dumbly at her.

It seemed to me this had to be the lady I had just seen, but it couldn't be. As I told myself that was ridiculous I saw the necklace and realised it had to be her. How the hell did you get here I was thinking but all I did was stare at her blankly. My heart thumping in my chest and my panting breath the only noise I could hear.

"Bit late for a run isn't it?" She said smiling. Her eyes had stayed fixed on mine from the moment I had seen her. I found myself trying to look away and my head struggled to form a good answer to her question. I felt it was not a good idea that she guessed I had run from her but then if she didn't know that already why was she here. How did she get here? There was no sign she had rushed after me she could just have been out of a casual walk if the hour wasn't so early.

She laughed, making me feel like she guessed the thoughts in my mind. Her eyes still fixed on me she began to slowly walk towards me. Her hand softly stroked my cheek as she walked straight past and from behind I heard her say.

"You know a few have run from me, but none have escaped." Her exaggerated emphasis on the word "have" and "none" made me shiver.

The touch of her hand on my cheek had been incredible. My skin tingled at her touch and I tried to prolong the contact by moving my head into her hand and turning as she went by. As the contact was broken I sighed. It was a wonderful sensation making me forget to breath despite my long run. I felt an instant hard-on forming and my desire for her my only thought. It was because of this that I spent a few more moments transfixed before remembering to breath and then stumbling forward I recovered my self-control.

Finally able to move I looked around. I could not see her anywhere. My heart sank that she had gone but then from far away I thought I heard another scream. The scream jolted me back to reality and I rushed out of the gate.

The rest of the walk home was more nervous than any walk I had ever taken in my life. I kept imaging someone behind me but when I turned there was no one there. Yes, get home I kept saying, but it was still a 15-minute walk up the hill, into my road and then into my house. The roads were quiet and dark. The trees blocking the streetlights making it gloomy with long shadows that moved in the breeze. An owl hooted making me jump but finally I made it safely to my front door and went in.

Pausing in the hall before turning on the lights I listened intently for sounds. The boiler triggered by me letting cold air into the house made a whooshing sound, two thumps and then the kitchen was lit in a faint green glow as the central heating burst into life. This made various tapping and banging noises around the house as water flowed through the radiators and pipes expanded with the heat from the boiler.

No danger assaulted me but I stood still ears straining for sounds of movement. Finally satisfied I took a deep breath and turned on the lights. I cautiously went into the lounge. Feeling safe at last I flopped onto the sofa. I sat still trying to make sense of the evening. My phone buzzed making me jump and my heart race. It was just a text from a friend saying he had got home safe and he hoped I had too. Well I had, kind of. The regret of not being able to see the lady with the necklace again kept popping into my head but this mingled with relief of escaping such a weird situation. Suddenly I felt very tired.

So I went to bed and the next thing I knew it was morning and it all felt like it had never happened.

You know what's its like when you are really busy following a big moment in your life. At first you think about it all the time, then a bit and then it goes out of your head. Well that is exactly how it was for me.

The following two weeks were very busy, full on and so the incident went out of my mind and the normal routine of work, work, work took over.

So when three weeks later I met a nun near the playing fields it never occurred to me to connect this odd meeting with the weirder events of earlier. A nun I hear you exclaim. How did you come to meet a nun?

Well let me explain this was not as weird for me as it might be for you because the village has a convent in it. The convent was quite near the playing fields, by the school in fact. It was a big old house, quite ornate and Tudor looking. It always seemed to us villagers that it contained only a few nuns. The graveyard showed that it had been there for a long time with gravestones to sister this or sister that dating right back into the 1800's. However right now the convent did not seem that popular as there were only a few residents and to be blunt most did not seem to far away from joining their sisters in the graveyard.

Anyway back to my meeting. It was about 7pm that evening and I was close to the school and therefore the convent. I was riding my bike and debating how far I should go. You may remember I had kept vowing to take up exercise again. Well I had. So there I was riding along and this nun waved her hand at me asking me to stop. So I did. Well wouldn't you?

"Sorry to bother you," she said. "I know you young people are so busy these days but could you pop and see me at the convent we could use some help with lifting some heavy boxes. My sister superior sent me out to find a willing pair of hands. It will only take a moment. I can find you somewhere to put your bike where it will be nice and safe."

She smiled at me and waited I could not think of one excuse so of course I agreed. Together we walked back to the convent me pushing my bike. To my surprise there were a couple of bikes in a shed hidden to the side of the front door. So with my new friends help I popped my modern carbon bike alongside the rusty old boneshakers that were already in there. 

"It will be safe there." She assured me.

We were now at the convent door. It was a very solid dark oak door with a small window and a large knocker. However the nun simply pushed the door open and I followed her in. It was dark and musty smelling in the hallway. The carpet was worn and the few pieces of furniture were old and tatty.

"Not like your nice modern house I expect!" Commented the nun looking at me as I scanned the room. "This way." She said.

So I followed her down the hallway, up some stairs into a large room containing a desk and a bed. There was a women head down at the desk writing away. What ever she was writing must have been engrossing because she did not appeared to have heard us come in. The nun stood and patiently waited and so assuming this was the thing to do I stood by the nun's side.

Growing irritated at being kept waiting I looked around. This room was not much better than the hall. All the carpets and furniture showed signs of age and the same musty smell was in the air. The walls were covered in bookcases full of old books. I could not see the titles, but I could see from their condition they were old. It was also very clear they contributed greatly to the musty smell. There was also a bed in the room. It was big, king-sized or maybe larger. The bed seemed very out of place in this study come library partly from its location and partly because it looked new and expensive.

"Hmmm you like my bed then?" Commented the woman at the desk who now looked up and as her eyes met mine I gasped realising this was the women from the gate all those nights ago. The necklace still hung around her neck. At the same moment two women appeared from behind me and stood one either side. I had not heard them approach. As they were dressed in white I guessed they were the other two I had seen in the woods.

"Out," barked the women at the desk to the nun and the nun turned and scuttled out of the room leaving me alone with the three ladies. From behind the desk the women learnt back and continued to fix me with a hard stare.

Like before I found myself frozen, not able to break away from her eyes. Eventually she rose from the desk. Her eyes staying fixed on me.

"I did warn you that although some have run from me none have escaped, did I not?"

I found myself blankly nodding.

"I am Countess Ivana," she said, "and these are my daughters."

"You may play for a bit my children," she said, "but remember he is mine to take and maybe even to turn. For I have not met his strength for many a century. He ran when I called and no one has done that for a long time. Such strength of will may merit eternal life."

"Play nicely," she said to me and again walked past brushing her hand against my face. The wonderful tingling feeling and sense of lust again sprang up inside of me, triggered by her touch. Again I was unable to move and so she was able to escape.


A Village Vampire Ch. 01



Once again I felt a sense of devastation that she had left me but that was soon interrupted by the ladies in white grabbing me and throwing me across the room onto the bed. I was too slow recovering from the shock of their strength and I hadn't even tried to get up before they were on top of me.

One pinned my hands above my head whilst the other undid my belt and trousers. In one swift movement she pulled my trousers down and ripped off my boxer shorts. The erection I had got from the Countess's touch meant my cock had sprung to attention as soon as it was freed from my boxer shorts.

The lady that had ripped off my trousers fell hungrily onto my cock, taking it alternately deep into her mouth then licking its shaft up and down. I moaned and struggled but the other lady held my hands so tight I could not move.

The one holding my hands spoke.

"Perhaps since we are getting to know each other so well we should introduce ourselves I am April and the one sucking your cock so sweetly is May." May lifted herself off me, using her hands to stroke my cock as she looked at me. She smiled a greeting. Introduction over she returned her mouth to sucking hard on my erection.

April now proceeded to take off her white dress and slowly guiding it with her hands she lowered her left breast onto my lips.

"That's it baby take it into your mouth," she said.

I hesitated and then gave in, both April and May were gorgeous and having one of their lovely breasts dangled over my face whilst my cock was so wonderfully serviced was more than I could bear. So with all my might I sucked and licked her breasts, using my tongue to play with her nipple within my mouth.

April removed her dress completely and moving my hands up to caress her breasts she moved on top of me. Her pussy was directly over my mouth. I did not need a second invitation and I began to stroke the lips of her pussy with my tongue making her moan with pleasure.

After a while she lowered herself down onto my chest so she joined May in sucking my cock. May holding my cock firmly in her hand so April could take it into her mouth. May then turned her attentions to my balls, licking and sucking them.

It was not long before I could stand this no more shooting my load with a loud gasp. The two girls stopping and laughing at each other before snuggling each side of me a leg and an arm each across my body.

I had no idea who they were but what they had done to me was heavenly.

I must have slept for some while as when I awoke it was light and the girls were gone. Confused I looked around for my clothes to find they had gone too. My alarm at this got only greater when I found the door of the library was locked. No amount of banging or shouting would bring anyone. Meeting a nun without my clothes would of been embarrassing, but not escaping from deliberately or accidently being locked in a room was a far worse situation.

In that room I stayed stranded all day. Oddly twice I fell asleep on the bed, for how long I do not know, but each time I awoke to find food and drink in the room. Both times I eagerly consumed the refreshment feeling hungry as soon as I saw it. So that's how the time past until I realised evening was here and darkness was falling. The lights automatically came on in the room just as it was getting too dim to see.

Nothing happened until I could see it was properly dark outside and then the door opened. The Countess, April and May on either side walked into the room smiling.

I sat up in bed as the door opened. My plan being to insist on my clothes being returned, to protest and complain and force them to let me go, but I was at once struck dumb by the Countess raising her hand.

April and May approached me. Pulling the duvet off me they once again turned their attention to my cock. They gently stroked it with their hands and softly rimmed it with their tongues. Again I found myself groaning in ecstasy. As my erection became stronger they resumed licking up and down my shaft making me harder still. 

My eyes however had stayed fixed on the Countess who stood smiling. She watched the scene in front of her. I stayed focussed on her as both April and May kissed me on the forehead and then returned to the Countess's side and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor revealing her naked body and her wondrously enormous breasts. April and May held her hand as she stepped out of her clothes.

The Countess moved to me, wrapping her breasts around my cock and stroking up and down. I found myself gasping for breath and she vigorously titty fucked me. I felt my control weakening and myself coming close to coming.

"Oh no my son," said the Countess, "you come when I tell you to."

At once I felt my self-control returning as she continued with her breasts rubbing up and down my shaft. She then climbed on top of me and gently lowered herself onto my cock. Again I gasped.

I went to get up, aiming to kiss her and caress her breasts but she pushed me down and began to ride me. Slowly at first then bouncing faster and faster. She sometimes used her hands to support her bouncing breasts and sometimes to lift her hair up high. She began to gasp and groan much like I had since she had begun to fuck me.

"Now my son," she screamed, "now you can come."

I found myself overwhelmed by the wonderful sensation of a climax long held back and also was delighted to see the Countess had orgasm at the same time. She flopped down on me, moving my head to one side as she did she bit me on the neck. I felt the warm sensation of blood on my skin and then realised she was sucking my blood. Initially the pain of the bite made me shout, but then I was overcome with a sensation of delight. 

My mind cleared of resistance towards her. Drinking from me for as long as she wanted became the most important thing in the world to me.

When she paused I begged her to take more, but smiling she ripped at her wrist with her teeth and as the blood dripped from the wound she pushed her wrist into my mouth so I must drink or choke. The taste was delicious and so using my hand I pushed her arm further into my mouth trying hard to drink as much of her blood as I could.

Eventually she pulled her hand away and then bit into my neck again resuming her drinking of my blood. She and I went through the ritual several times of alternately me drinking her blood and her drinking mine. Finally after maybe 5 or 6 rounds each she placed a finger on my mouth. I eagerly kissed it and then as I vainly tried to stop her she stood back up.

"Please, I begged, please come back." My arm extended to her, but she ignored me.

She said nothing, but allowed April and May to dress her and they all swept out of the room.

I assume shortly after they left I slept and it was daylight again when I finally awoke. The day for me was much like the first day of captivity. I tried to see if I could escape the room by knocking and shouting. Food appeared after each period when I succumbed to an uncontrollable desire to sleep. My hunger was not as great as the day before but I still managed to consume most of the food and drink that was left me.

Even the night was pretty much a repeat of the night before. The three lady vampires swept in. By now I had assumed the three of them thought of themselves as vampires. The idea that they were real vampires had not yet occurred to me. The Countess again fucked me and we went through the same ritual of drinking each other's blood and again they silently left the room.

I cursed my lack of control but the sex, my blood being drunk and my drinking of the countess's blood was the most erotic wonderful experience of my sheltered life and all I wanted was more more more.

On the third day my lust was somewhat abated by the most intense pains across my body. It was as if every organ was burning and I found myself screaming in agony. For two further days I lay tossing and turning in this unbearable pain. The Countess visited a couple of times, each time offering me her wrist so I fed on her blood. This eased the pain a little for a short while but each time it returned with a vengeance. Finally on the evening of the second day the pain stopped and I lay on the bed feeling incredibly weak and unable to move.

Present day

"I hope this is okay, I hope you like it. I can try something else if you don't." Said a voice behind me and I was suddenly returned to the present and saw in the reflection of the window that the girl had returned. 

I guess dear reader the story of what happened next to me in the convent will have to wait. Right now I was a very hungry, very randy vampire with a beautiful victim all to myself.

I saw her choice of clothes was perfect. She had found a pair of heels, her shapely bare legs disappearing into a flared skirt starting just above the knee. She had a white blouse on with just the right number of buttons undone to hint at breasts nestling in a white bra. Her hair was pinned up onto her head exposing her neck. God I love girls necks.

She had obviously worked hard on her make-up. It was subtle, but enough to enhance her best features. Emphasising her wondrous blues eyes and reducing the size of her slightly oversize nose. She looked amazing. Definitely good enough to eat.

From across the room I could smell her perfume. It further fuelled my lust for her. My super natural senses could hear her heart was beating fast and I could smell and hear the blood moving around her body. My blood lust was overwhelming, but I was determined to take this slowly, to undress her, make love to her and then slowly drain her of enough blood to satisfy my hunger. The only problem was my brain kept saying blood blood blood.

"Come," I said opening my arms to her and immediately she walked over to me and I pulled her into my arms and hungrily began to kiss her. She briefly hesitated and then returned my kisses with equal enthusiasm. I moved my lips from her mouth, across her cheeks and down to her neck. I found myself kissing and then licking her neck. My victim moaning with pleasure threw her neck back and with her hand pushed my head into her neck.

The desire to feed from her was already overwhelming and I had only just started. I spun her around, pulling her blouse quickly from the waist band of her skirt I ran my hands around her flat stomach loving the sense of enveloping her in my arms. The sensation of touching her skin was too much. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. Pulling her back into my body I slid my hands out of her blouse and grabbing it at the top I ripped it apart. The buttons scattered around the room.

Turning her round to face me again. I kissed down her chest and lowered my lips onto her breasts. She stood still allowing me to move from breast to breast. Her hands resting on my head as I kissed and licked her skin. I loved the soft warm feeling of her silky flesh and the overpowering sensation of her perfume. I kissed her over and over. 

Pausing I stared deeply into her deep blue eyes. I gulped as she slipped her bra strap off of her shoulder further exposing her shoulder and neck. I could see a vein throbbing in her neck. My lips parted and I was ready to plunge my fangs into that very vein.

Desperate for distraction I took her right hand in mine and slowly walked her out of the lounge. She hesitated for a moment, resisting my pull and then gave in allowing herself to be walked into the bedroom. Pushing her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I knelt before her and ran both my hands up her legs pushing high up her thighs. She raised her legs slightly for me allowing me easier access. Pushing her backwards I continued to stroke her thighs as moving on top of her I began to kiss her again. Spinning her onto her front I unzipped her skirt and removed it with her shoes.

Adjusting her white knickers so they resembled a thong I began to caress, lick and kiss her bare bottom. Using my hands to caress her flesh. Once more I spun her back onto her back. I split her knickers with my hands and opening her legs I put my mouth between her legs beginning to kiss and lick her pussy.

She moaned in ecstasy. I loved the salty taste of her pussy. Listening carefully to her breathing and moaning I modified my technique until I seemed to be giving her maximum pleasure. Focussing on her pleasure stopped me being overwhelmed by my blood lust but like a teenage boy's first time I knew I would not last long. I could sense her orgasm building and I licked and sucked until she screamed with delight at the intensity of her orgasm. While she was laying panting and recovering from this I quickly stripped and moved back on top of her. She briefly tried to raise herself as I appeared on top of her but she flopped back onto the bed and I slipped my cock easily into her warm wet hole.

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me as I began to thrust hard into her. After several strong thrusts I moved off her a little, grabbing her arms I maximised my leverage and began to slam into her harder and harder. 

She began to say yes, yes over and over again until finally we came together. Lowering myself onto her body I split her bra and took her right breast deep into my mouth loving again the sensation of her soft breasts. In an instant I let go of her nipple and bit into her neck. It had happened before I had even seemed to think of it. 

Now was my real test. The sensation of her blood flowing into my mouth was amazing. My erection was still strong so I slipped back inside her and so I began sucking to the rhythm of the gentle slow fuck I was now giving her. This was the most incredible feeling ever. However I forced myself to slowly count to twenty and then removed both my fangs and cock from her. 

I hesitated but managed to concentrate on grabbing my clothes. I rushed through to the lounge. Quickly dressing I left her apartment. Fighting the almost overwhelming desire to return and completely drain her of blood I forced myself to return to my car and then drove home to the convent. 

Once in the convent I rushed to my room and relaxed as I heard the key turn in the lock. Whatever happened I could not go back out. I congratulated myself. I had done it. I had completed my first hunt and managed not to screw up by killing my victim or getting caught.

The first time was the worst for self-control the Countess had said and wow it had been tough. Wonderfully, brilliantly, tough. As I fell to sleep on the Countess's bed I mused that there were lots of things in life or is that death worse than being a vampire.



A Village Vampire Ch. 02



The beginning of the next hunt

The early evening sky was covered in those wonderful red, purple and mauve colours that go together to make a spectacular sunset. It is said that a sunset is for dreamers and a sunrise for go-getters, but if you are a vampire that should surely be reversed? Anyway he felt he was go getting. He had stood watching over the train station for some while looking at the passengers and watching the colours in the sky changing. It was a beautiful sight. The earth had seen such sunsets for millions of years and who knew maybe he would have the pleasure of watching them forever now he was immortal.

He was only eight days old as a vampire and it was still so new to him. So many questions. Such an incredible thirst for blood and sex. A scary and growing sense of rage, which he pushed to the back of his mind. There was nothing pleasant about how the noise and smells of a city assaulted his enhanced senses. For him it was easiest when he just focussed on finding his second victim.

The few days since his first solo feed had been spent watching commuters at a busy train station. He had spent the daytime back in the convent room where the Countess had trapped him and then as dusk fell he had travelled to this station. It seemed like a rich hunting ground. It was full of young people rushing around.

He saw lots girls he liked but he needed one he liked the look of to leave the station by his selected route. A few had gone the right way but he had lost his nerve and they had escaped unaware of how lucky they had been.

When you could control people's minds it wasn't hard, but he still tried to be cautious. Finally he saw someone who looked stunning and yes she was going the right way. He turned and rushed off to his next vantage point. He couldn't believe how exciting it all was.

He could sense she was coming and hunger filled him, as it always seemed to when a victim was close. He watched as the girl emerged from around the street corner and walked towards him. Even from here he could smell her blood mingled with her perfume. God he wanted her. The hard clunk of her shoes on the pavement clashed in his head with the quieter booming sound of her heart. The two sounds were deafening him making it hard to think straight.

Be calm and patient said a voice in his head. Shutting the Countess out he crossed the road so the girl was walking straight towards him. When she was close enough to him he spoke to her.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you, do you know where the Holiday Inn is?" He asked. "I think it is round here somewhere."

"Yes," she replied and then as his eyes met hers and he delved into her mind she hesitated and then finally stammering finished, "its errr round the corner. D d down there." Her finger pointed behind him to emphasis the point. He could see her finger shaking. He laughed to himself so easy for me and so unsettling for her. Confident he had her he moved to the next stage.

"Excellent," he replied smiling. His hand stroked her cheek. He sensed her shudder as he stroked her soft smooth and oh so warm skin. The hand she had used to point moved to touch his hand as it caressed her face but he moved his arm away before she could touch him. He felt her disappointment as he removed his hand.

He spoke again, "I am in room 203, and there is a key at reception, go to the hotel, pick up the key and go to the room. I will join you soon. Remember room 203." As she went to walk off he called after her, "make sure no one misses you tonight and silently he thought to himself "and shower for me."

He slowly inhaled as she walked off. Relax he told himself. She was doing what he had willed her too. It was going to plan 

He would wait for half an hour and then follow her to the hotel. Why he was waiting he wasn't sure but somehow it was more exciting this way. While he waited he once again thought of how his life had changed and how the Countess had made him a vampire. He dwelt on his last moments of life as he lay on his bed exhausted from the nights of pain and feeding as the Countess came to complete her creation of a new vampire son.

Above his head the sunset slowly disappeared and night fell but his mind was far away.

The turning continued

The countess had entered his room as she had done so many times before. Smiling at him she had told him this would be their last time together and when he had got agitated at this devastating news she had silenced him with a raise of her hand. Waving away his complaining.

"Do not worry," she had said, "for after tonight it is not me you will want." He had briefly pondered her words confused, but soon he was distracted. Fucking her and feeding on her blood was all he ever thought about when she was near.

She had slowly begun to peel off her dress in front of him, he heard the zip being undone behind her back and slowly one shoulder then the other was bared. Finally the dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. As before she never seemed to bother with underwear and so she was quite naked.

Seeing her wonderful breasts and naked body meant lust took over his whole being. Fearful that she would leave without screwing him and sharing blood with him he forced his exhausted body to sit up. She smiled at him.

"Soon you will be tired no more my angel," she said and with a quick bite on her wrist she offered him some of her blood. He drank from her wrist eagerly but she only allowed him to drink a little. He went to protest but with a finger over his lips she sat herself gently on his lap. He fell silent.

"Just a little to give to you enough strength to fuck me," she said. "Presumably you would like to fuck me?"

Using her hands she cupped and caressed her breasts, making her nipples go hard and then she pushed first one breast then the other into his mouth. Once he had the idea she leant back leaving him to caress and kiss her breasts as he liked. He alternated between pulling at her nipples with his mouth and then flicking them with his tongue. She watched him enjoying her breasts leaning back further to enhance the sensation. She used her hands to flick her hair out of her eyes.

Grasping his head in her hands she stroked his head and pushed him into her breasts. He allowed her hands to control his head deciding when he swapped sides and how he kissed and licked her.

"Good boy," she told him.

Moving off him she turned around and leant forward giving him a full view of her ass. Reaching out he cupped her bum cheeks in his hand. Turning swiftly she smiled at him and roughly grabbing at his shirt she pulled him to his feet.

"Let me take this off for you," she said. She undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off him. As she bared his chest he felt her breasts brush against his bare skin and he shuddered at the delightful sensation. Slowly turning her back on him she pulled him to closer to her so his chest was pressed against her back. Slowly she lifted his hands to cup and caress her breasts. She tilted her head back and from a silent command in his head he began to kiss her neck

Each time his hands circled around her breasts she made a mmmm noise.

"That's right darling you do it just as I tell you to," she said and before he could answer she turned around once more and dropping to her knees removed his belt and pulled his trousers down to the floor. Briefly looking up at him before licking his cock from the side, her hand resting on it to hold it in place. Slowly very slowly she turned her head allowing his cock to come fully into her mouth. Her mouth and hand making long slow strokes down his shaft. Gradually she increased her speed, occasionally pausing to look up at him or stopping when his cock was fully in her mouth. One of her hands began to slowly caress one breast before she opened her legs slightly and moved her hand down her body to gently rub at her pussy.

He looked down at her deep dark eyes looking up at him. He admired the top view of her huge breasts and he thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The blowjob went on and on and he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be completely lost in the moment. He knew she controlled him completely, even to the point of when he came, but he wanted her so much he did not care.

Her sucking became quicker and quicker before she finally pulled away.

"Sit back on the bed so we can fuck," she ordered. He immediately obeyed.

She turned around and sat on him with her back to him. His cock slid easily into her. She opened her legs wide so they rested each side of his legs and with her hand she gently rubbed again at her pussy. She began to bounce up and down and he began to drive his cock into her. Once he had a good motion going she moved her hands down to rest on his legs to give her balance as she moaned in delight. It was too vigorous for it to last long and he soon needed to pause. As he regained his strength she began again to stroke at her pussy in long wide circles before he resumed fucking her hard again.

"Yes, yes," she screamed, "that's it, good boy. Just like that. Just like that."

This time his slamming into her was even briefer before he again had to pause. Tasting her blood had given him some strength but he was so weak the boost was fading fast. To play for time and fearful if he didn't do it right she would leave he used his own hand to stroke her pussy. She did not let him do this for long making him push his hands against her bottom so she could rest her own hands on his arms.

"Come on I want much more, do it right" she ordered.

She began to bounce up and down on him hard using her arms resting on his as leverage. The effort made him slowly slide his hands round so he had a grip around her waist whilst she rode the whole length of his cock up and down calling "yes" on each stroke.

Eventually she allowed him to slide out of her and moving slightly back, she moved her hair out of her face and after slowly dribbling salvia onto his cock she took it once more into her mouth. Lifting off him she used her hand to stroke all the way up and down his shaft.

"Fuck me again" She ordered as she slipped him back inside her, commenting, "Oh yes that's right." as he began to drive himself into her again. His hand caressed her pussy and then as she leant right back into him he used his hands to rub her breasts. For the first time they briefly kissed before she moved herself back to a more upright position to briefly bounce on him again before slowly moving off him. She circled around taking his cock in her left hand and from a standing position she lowered herself down taking his cock into her mouth. She pulled away flicking her head so her hair got out of her eyes before once again sucking on his cock. Both of her hands wrapped around it. One hand still, the other moving up and down as she was sucking.

Once more she mounted him this time facing him. As before he moved up into her as she bounced up and down on him. First of all leaning over him and then in an upright position. Moaning and bouncing up and down on his cock, she began again to scream yes over and over. His hands supporting her around the waist as she rode him, she alternated between fast and hard and slow and gentle. 

Eventually she moved off him and began to suck his cock again. Her eyes looking deeply into his eyes he felt her mind wandering around his. She dribbled more salvia onto his cock and then wrapped her breasts around it. Using her hands to cup her breasts around his cock she rubbed them up and down his shaft.

"Do you like that?" she asked. He began to thrust up and down with his groin, increasing the motion and making him moan with delight.

She moved onto all fours on the bed and he eagerly positioned himself behind her so he could enter her from the rear. Using two hands on her waist to pull her back into him he began to slam hard into her again making her say yes over and over. This lasted a short while before he withdrew and lay back on the bed exhausted.

Smiling at him she said, "that's it lay back and rest for a while, let me please you."

She again began to give him one of her blowjobs, mouth moving up and down with her hand wrapping around his cock as she blew him. Then slowly she worked her way up his body kissing his stomach, then his chest. He instinctively knew what was coming next so he was prepared for it as she bit into his neck. However she bit deeper and harder than ever before and this made him scream out loud.

"No," he cried and he felt her stop but it was just a pause as she adjusted her position slightly before again biting into him so hard it hurt. Her hand reaching up to cover his mouth as he again cried in agony.

The shock of the hard bite and the covering of his mouth made him resist her but it was hopeless she was so much stronger than him and his resistance melted as she moved her hands to grab his. She held his hands firmly pressing them into the mattress until his struggling subsided. She drank and drank and his exhaustion turned into dizziness, the room seemed to spin with flashing lights and then slowly his eyes closed and she finished draining the life from him. She finally stopped feeding from him when she sensed he was breathing no more. Wiping the blood from her mouth she kissed him on the forehead. 

He had no idea what happened to him between dying and waking the following night as a full-fledged vampire. He often pondered on it but it was just a black void and timeless because it was almost as though no time had passed when he next awoke.

He felt a hunger the like of which he had never felt before. He lay quite still hearing and smelling things he could never sense before. It was incredible. She was right his tiredness had gone and then he smelt blood. The aroma was wonderful, incredible, sweet-smelling and intoxicating. He didn't know what it was but he knew he wanted it.

Turning he noticed a girl was on her knees by the door. She was crying but it was the smell of her blood that made him rise and move towards her. The girl becoming aware of his movement, screamed loud and long, but that did not stop him moving towards her.

The thoughts of the scream and the memory of how much he was shocked by his blood lust for that girl reminded him that right now he was hungry. So putting these memories out of his head he headed for the hotel.

His second victim

He felt his nerves tingling as he marched through reception. He tried not to look around but he could not help himself. A pretty receptionist was helping a customer, the aroma of her blood filled his nostrils and he imagined himself running over baring her neck and tasting her. She looked across and he found himself looking deep into the receptionist's blue eyes. She smiled and her hand casually moved to the top button of her white blouse. He broke off the gaze scared of what she might do. As he walked on he heard her flustered voice trying to apologise to a customer and asking where they had got to with paying his bill.

This was definitely a greater risk then he had taken the first time, but he loved the fact he was gaining independence. He was beginning to enjoy the sense of danger and anyway she said it was straightforward. His new power was so seductive.

The lift took him up to the second floor, relieved to be briefly on his own, he walked down the corridor from the lift towards his room and he distracted himself by projecting his mind into each room. He practised using his mind to feel out what was going on behind each door. In one a mother was struggling with two kids, trying to get them to sleep. He listened into her thoughts and felt her anger at her useless husband. He had his feet up on the bed watching sport. A couple arguing, the man's mind full of how she could spend so much money, so quickly. A man and someone, a girl he assumed, were making love. Yes a girl. In fact someone the man worked with. He could hear the grunting and could sense the man's guilt at betraying his wife and her frustration at how she had become an older man's plaything.

He reached the door of room 203. The key to the room was in his pocket, but he decided to proceed cautiously. He knocked sharply at the door trying to seem like he was confident even if he wasn't. The door was opened quickly as though she had been waiting on the other side. The girl from the station stood smiling nervously at him. Her damp hair showed she had showered for him. Wow even that command she had followed.

He was relieved on two counts. His attempt to remotely control her had worked and his memory had not played tricks on him. She was as desirable as she had seemed when he picked her out. When you had the world to choose from and the world was so full of beautiful women actually choosing one victim was incredibly hard. 

It reminded him of when he had been a teenager. He used to spend hours in the rental shop trying to pick a sexy VHS film to bring home. Ages would pass while he procrastinated and then when he finally made his choice he would end up disappointed. At home he would soon grow bored with his choice and would fast forward more and more until it was over. The watching would take so much less time than the choosing.

Happily she looked great and his lust and need for blood grew inside him in equal measure. He was determined not to fast forward this experience.

"Wow you came, she said, "I was afraid I would never see you again. I have never done anything..." 

He ignored her attempt to reach out to him and her voice trailed off as he walked past. They were in a Holiday Inn so the room was typical of the type that the hotel chain provided all around the world. Clean, functional and comfortable but nothing special. A bed, a sofa and a bathroom. Perhaps next time he would move up market. He should get a hotel with a four-poster bed and a large bath he thought. He loved the idea of making love in a bath. Yes he deserved a little more luxury. 

It reminded him that he needed to solve his growing problem of money. He had no job now and his salary would not top up his current account again. He must think through the fact that it was fine being immortal but he needed an immortal income stream too.

He walked to the window, the view was of the wall opposite and so he pulled down the shutter blocking out the view of the night.

There was a bedside light by the window so he clicked it on. He then hit the switch for the main light, turning it off, so reducing the room to a softer level of lighting. He turned to see she was standing by the bed. Her hands were at her side waiting for him to tell her what to do. The smell of soap was overpowering. His noise wrinkled at the strength of his heightened vampire senses. He could not be sure if she looked frightened or excited. Probably a bit of both, he thought, just like me.

He appraised the very slim, pretty girl in jeans, brunette coloured hair swept back and red blouse buttoned right up to the collar. He allowed his eyes to sweep up and down her body before settling his gaze on her neck area. God girls have great necks he thought.

As his mind dwelt on the collar of her blouse and thoughts of necks began to dominate his thoughts. He realised she had begun to undo the buttons of her blouse. He grinned reminding himself that it was all too easy to get her to act even on just an idle thought. The temptation to feed there and then was overwhelming. He hesitated watching the slow methodical undoing of another button before finally finding the strength to will her to stop. This was his second solo hunt and he wanted to be better, slower, more in control than the first.

His first hunt had been great. It had been such a roller coaster of desire, fear and fulfilment. The sense of triumph afterwards had been such a high, but he wanted his hunts to last so much longer. The seduction, the lovemaking were important to him and seemed to help control this sense of anger he felt growing inside him. If he let the anger loose he knew it would mean tearing this girl apart and he didn't want that. At least he today he didn't.




A Village Vampire Ch. 02



He pulled a bag out of the dressing table drawer and holding it out to her he said, "Go put this on. Its should fit you." As she reached for it he realised her open blouse allowed him to see a flash of a black lacy bra and also a silver cross she was wearing around her neck. At his silent request she unclipped the cross and left it on the dressing table as she turned and headed for the bathroom.

He called out to her.

"Have you texted home to say you are staying at a friends?"

"Yes, I told them I was with my friend Laura and then I told Laura to cover for me" she replied. "Its alright she has covered before and I stay there all the time, they won't check and even if."

"And you had no trouble checking in?" He interrupted her.

"No," she said, "the key was waiting as you said it would be. The receptionist handed it over and up I came."

He noticed her mobile phone lying on the bedside table and picked it up. Laura had sent her a text asking what she was up to, asking if the secret involved a new man. The usual girly questions he thought. I bet you would just die if you knew the whole story he thought as he turned her phone off.

Whilst he was checking her phone she babbled on in the bathroom. Calling out that she loved the underwear he had bought for her and that she was so happy he had gone to all that trouble. I'll be as quick as I can she called.

Feeling like he would rip her apart if she didn't shut up. He searched the room for a distraction. His eyes fell on the cross lying on the dressing room table and he thought how in the movies he would be recoiling from it. Oh the world had a lot to learn about vampires, but then becoming one had been quite a journey for him. Not so long ago he would have been as clueless as everyone else.

"Do you like it," the girl said nervously, intruding on his thoughts and bringing him back to the hotel room again.

She stood there in the blue bra and knickers set he had picked out for her. It was perfect.

"You look gorgeous," he said and he meant it. She beamed happily back at him and he felt the anger subside and his lust win over.

"I want to be just right for you," she said.

He sat on the sofa in the room and patted the seat beside him. She took the hint and sat next to him. Her brunette hair had been in a ponytail when he had seen her on the street. Now it hung loose falling over her shoulders and down to her breasts. For the first time he noticed how long and shiny it was. He placed his hand gently on the side of her cheek, loving the feeling of her soft silky hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated at first then eagerly kissed him back. 

As his kisses went across her cheeks she went to speak but before she could he put his finger to her lips and shook his head.

"Shhhhhh," he said, "don't speak." 

As a vampire he now knew what someone was going to say before they said it and he was not interested in her reassurances that she did not do this with every man she met. He just wanted to fuck her and feed from her.

"I am going to fuck you," he told her, "you want it too, right?"

While she was nodding in reply he pulled her onto his lap and then opened his legs a little so she rested on the seat between his thighs. His left hand rested on the top on her leg. His fingers reaching her inner thigh. His right hand was around her waist. He used the fingers of his left hand to slowly trace up and down her soft warm thighs. The blue bra he had bought was obviously not the ideal fit as her left nipple poked out from the top of it but that just made the whole thing seem sexier. She had shut her eyes and tilted her head back slightly waiting for him to make the next move.

He decided lying down was what he wanted so he helped her lay back on the settee. She lay with a blue cushion supporting her back. Her legs were lifted over his as he ran his hands up her legs and as she shifted herself into a comfortable position he slowly pulled her blue knickers off. As he removed them he realised she had left her shoes on but decided for now he liked that.

"I'll take them off," she said obviously connected to his thoughts but he pushed her back when she went to get up. 

"Its fine," he said irritated. "Just be quiet and do what I tell you."

His hand gently stroked her bare stomach as he moved himself to a lower position and gently kissed her neck. His right arm was now underneath her and he used his left hand to gently stroke her pussy. Her body tensed as he gently stroked her and he watched her face closely, using his link to her mind to make sure he did it absolutely right. Slowly she relaxed her left leg so it just lay across him and bent her right leg so her shoe rested on the top of his thigh. This position allowed her to relax back into the sofa, her right hand first holding the sofa and then finding his right hand she interlocked fingers with him.

Slowly he made circles with his finger on her pussy making her gasp and her breaths come in short bursts. He could feel her getting wet.

She lifted her head up to rearrange her hair and as she lay back down he moved his hand from rubbing her pussy to pull her right bra strap off her shoulder. Using his hand he pulled her bra down below her breasts so he could take first the left one and then the right one into his mouth. She moved to help him but he gently pushed her hand away. Telling her not to move. Her hand stroking the top of her leg. At the same time he then returned to rubbing her pussy whilst kissing her breasts. He felt her thinking how she loved the fact he was so gentle with her and so for a while he continue stroking and kissing her in this way. Loving the way he could sense in her mind her growing excitement.

Finally using the power of thought he made her help him remove his top. Once his sweater was over his head, she lay intently watching him as he threw it onto the floor. She rearranged her bra so her breasts were revealed to him. She lay back as he moved from underneath her. Her right leg now resting on the floor as he kissed the top of her left leg which she bent for him.

He moved to a kneeling position on the floor. Her left leg lifted over him so his head was now between her legs. He slowly began to lick and suck at her pussy. She let out a very quiet gentle moan as she raised both her legs holding them wide apart for him. His hands gripping her waist as she lay back. 

He stopped and raising himself up again, kissed her on the neck and then he began licking and sucking hard on her neck. He felt so in control tempting him-self with the idea of feeding from her and yet able to resist. He lifted his mouth away and using his right hand rubbed over her neck feeling her veins and listening to the rushing blood and her fast heart rate. He lowered his hands to rub and cup her breasts before kissing her neck again. Feeling he was about to bite he sat up and silently told her what he wanted.

She removed her shoes and knelt beside him rubbing his cock through his trousers whilst he lifted her hair up from her neck admiring her wonderful body. He had made a good choice. She pulled at his belt and with his help pulled his trousers down far enough to allow her access to his erect cock.

Using her hand to guide it she slipped into the mouth. He placed his hand gently on her neck as she moved her lips up and down his shaft. God that felt good. He eventually moved his hand to rest on her bottom. Using his finger he gently stroked at her pussy before moving his hand to the middle of her back and then to her neck.

He made her move again getting her to kneel on all fours on the sofa. Low enough so he could comfortably enter her from behind. Slowly he moved his cock in and out of her, his hand resting on her back. Pausing his stroked his cock all around her pussy before inserting it again. She lay as before very still making quiet grunting noises in time to his strokes.

She moved her hands onto the arm of the sofa allowing her to be a little higher and changing the angle. Resting both her hands on her back he pushed harder making her sharp breaths of delight a little louder.

He withdrew and moving her with his hands he got her onto her back again. He entered her. He was able to put one knee on the ground helping him push into her harder than before. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his back. He felt her amazement at how good it was and he had to silently agree.

As he fucked her, he used his arms to lift him above her. He studied her beautiful face making her smile up at him. 

"Your beautiful," he found himself saying out loud.

"Thank you", she replied clearly delighted and breathing out slowly she became lost in the moment.

She lay eyes closed, arms above her head completely consumed by the way he was fucking her. He slowly lowered his head and bit into her neck. She gasped but as he slammed into her as hard as he could she relaxed again. He appreciated that for him the perfect moment was as he bit into his victim whilst giving her a beautiful fuck. Feeding on blood was his life now. 

Her hand sought out his again and they interlocked fingers. She squeezed his hand hard as she came. Since tasting her he had been counting in his head slowly and when he got to twenty he forced himself to stop feeding.

He withdrew his cock and gasping with pleasure he came over her breasts as she stroked his cock to its climax. She moved slightly allowing him room to lie at her side so he could lick her neck with his tongue trying to get any last drops of blood. Finally they just lay together.

Wow he had no idea it could be that good and he could sense she didn't either.



A Village Vampire Ch. 03



Hi readers! This is my third go at this vampire story, please leave me some comments good or bad and I will try to learn from them all. Thank you

The end of the beginning

"You fucking idiot," the countess screamed in my face. "You killed her, didn't you, you fucking killed her." As she screamed she lifted me off my feet, her hands around my throat. My head jammed against the wall. I was shocked I had never seen her this angry and yes I was a little frightened at her speed and strength.

"Screw you," I yelled back trying hard not to let my fear show. I quickly moved my arms upwards in a chopping movement, which broke her grip and I pushed her away from me. She staggered, but quickly regained her balance. 

"Yes," I snarled, "you see Countess I have grown. I do when I want."

The Countess made a throwing motion with her arms and I flew across the room landing heavily on my side. From the old carpet came a puff of dust as I hit the ground. Screaming I went to get myself back up, regaining my feet after taking a large step backwards to avoid falling over again. Feeling a little dizzy and waiting for my head to clear I considered my options. I hesitated further because at that moment April and May, her daughters, joined the Countess. The three ladies stood glaring at me daring me to make another move.

"You have grown," the Countess said struggling to regain her composure, "but not in wisdom. How many times have I told you drink a little, screw them if you want, but do not leave a trail."

"I am sorry," I said also calming down, "I lost control."

"No," the Countess said sadly, "its not about control you enjoy the hunt that's the problem. I am sorry we are going to have to stop you before you bring ruin on us all."

I gulped and without thinking ran at the window, leaping through it, scattering glass everywhere. Taking a deep breath and not quite believing what I had done I ran away as hard as I could. Behind me April and May went to pursue me but the Countess stopped them.

"No, my loves," she said. "He has chosen he will not return. Who knows he may learn. I did."

Daymares

My first problem was the time, dawn was upon me and I needed cover from the daylight. You may think like the movies I was about to burst into flames, but no like so many things about vampires the movies have it wrong. Of course daylight burns my skin, but as soon as I am back in darkness it heals immediately. However, no one likes sunburn do they and it comes on a very fast. This speedy reddening of skin is a good way of bringing attention to oneself. So it is always better for us to hide.

I knew where to go though there was an old abandoned bungalow nearby. I had poked around in the other day when travelling to and from the convent. You can't feed every night and those nights can get boring and lonely. So often I wandered around exploring and that's how I found the old place. 

The bungalow had lain empty for years. The door had holes in it, the roof had a huge gap in it and weeds grew everywhere. The white exterior was peeling in huge chunks as nature and the elements worked on slowly destroying it. What always amused me was that the front door mat was still in place. On the mat the word "Welcome" was just about readable. Still it would do. I made the short journey to the bungalow without incident. As ever it lay empty, dank and deserted and so I settled into a corner where daylight would not reach to rest.

I could see them both in my mind as I tossed and turned in my sleep. They were both naked. She was on her back, both arms above her head, a duvet over her body. He lay restlessly on his front, the duvet lower, exposing his back. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled as he saw his wife still sleeping beside him. He moved slowly towards her, hesitating, not to wanting to wake her yet. He gently kissed her neck and then her cheek, rubbing his lips across her cheekbone he nibbled on her ear. Her mouth opened slightly revealing bright white teeth.

He sat up. Putting his left arm across her body to support him he returned to kissing her neck and then using his hand he slowly pulled the duvet away. Pausing to rub his face up against her left breast loving the roughness of his overnight stubble against her hardening nipple. He continued to kiss down her body pulling the duvet away as he went. She finally opened her eyes and as he kissed across her tummy she began to twist and writhe on the bed. Slowly her hand reached down and gently stroked his hair as he kissed her.

He brought himself back up her body and kissed her on the neck as her hands caressed his shoulders and lower back. Her legs lifted slightly into the air as he entered her, they slowly rocked together as they kissed first gently then passionately before she rolled him over onto his back.

Reaching down she slipped him back inside her pussy; lifting her body up and with the lightest of touch she ran her fingers up his body and over his chest. Her nicely manicured nails rubbing against his skin. Lowering her body slowly onto him he gasped as her breasts touched his chest and she kissed him. Her tongue began to explore the inside of his mouth.

As she kissed him his hands reached down to her bottom and he pushed it against his groin. The two of them kissed and kissed as she slowly began to ride his cock. 

I sat bolt up right breathing hard with frustration boiling over. 

This was going to a day of little sleep for this vampire. God I wanted her, but who was she. I went back over the events of the night before and then remembered a particularly lady who I shared a hard stare with. It happened as I was leaving the hotel after my latest victim's unfortunate death. As I recalled she was in one of their function rooms making a little speech as I walked in on her. To be honest after killing my victim I was in a little bit of a daze and I got confused about the way out. Normally, I would be more in control, but I guess I linked our minds accidently. She was gorgeous though and from what I had just seen a pretty good fuck.

She must have been having some kind of business function. She was dressed formally as was her audience. I remembered a little of her speech and the audience laughing at her jokes. 

My plan for some while had been to leave the convent and I had been searching for a place to live. I had quickly decided residence in a hotel was the natural place to be. The search had led me from hotel to hotel looking for the best one to live in. Naturally I had indulged in more than the odd snack too. 

Hotels were perfect larders for vampires. Full of business travellers or other people alone in their rooms just waiting to be fed upon. Easy access easy escape. The idea of living in one had come to me as soon as it was clear I needed to escape from the Countess. True I had not expected it to come quite so soon but never mind I had escaped.

I wriggled around on the bungalow floor. God it was uncomfortable but I just needed to get through this one day. The old place was open to elements so I could hear birds singing and the odd car in the distance. I felt sad at my lost life now I was just driven to drink blood and seduce victims, but like any addiction it was all encompassing and it had to be satisfied.

As I have said several times before the movies get so many things wrong about vampires, but one thing is right we are loners. We can neither live with each other or with our former human friends. Some creatures feeding off other animals such as the lion hunt in packs, and others like the Tiger hunt alone. For vampires it had to be a solo hunt. The Countess had spent a year teaching me all she could. Her final gift had been a large monthly payment into my bank account so I had independent means. Now though life with her protection was over. She had threatened to kill me so I had fled. I knew in my heart she would honour the bank account and as long as I stayed away she would leave me alone.

She was in the shower now. Wet hair hanging down, as she shampooed it, fingers vigorously massaging her scalp. I could feel the touch of her skin as she soaped her breasts and stomach. Her nipples were hard from the spray of the water. She was singing although I could not hear it and glowing with happiness from her husband making love to her. It struck me how much she loved him and that made me want her even more. A desire to take her from him grew within me. I watched as she turned off the shower, stepped out dried herself with a white towel and again frustratingly I awoke.

Interrupted dreams. God its so annoying how you can never get back to a dream you had been enjoying.

I must despite it all have slept the rest of the day because when I next awoke it was quite dark. I had continued to dream about all kinds of things from my new life and my old, but the lady eluded me. Except now I had one word in my head "Fortness" and that it seemed would be my first step to finding her.

A new home and a new victim

There was one 5 star hotel I had yet to hunt in, it was really well located midway between the town and the airport. The Comet as it was called was a favourite haunt of people wanting to travel in style or those wanting a little pampering in its fully equipped spa. It was just part of a whole collection of hotels built up to serve the airport. Some budget hotels full of students and aircrews, family hotels for those from far away with flights at difficult times or wanting to explore the city. There were the usual business hotels cold and functional and The Comet, different, special, the standard in quality for the area.

I hurried to the station took the train to the hotel and booked myself one of the penthouse suites for a month. Once settled into the room I looked at the piece of paper and map the hotel staff had given me. The hotel had been very helpful in finding me the address of the company called Fortness and directions. Apparently they made baths and showers. I hurried over there.

It only took a while to find her. The building was modern and all glass so a little wandering around the outside led by my telepathic link to her meant I tracked her down. Fortunately she worked late and happily her office was on the ground floor on the outside, so with my fantastic vampire sight I had a good view.

There she was a vision in purple standing up, headset on, talking animatedly on the phone. She was complaining at a supplier for late delivery. 

"We need those taps by 9am tomorrow morning," she said firmly to the hapless supplier on the other end.

I stood transfixed by her beauty and as usual lust and the desire for her blood overwhelmed me.

Her shoulder length blond hair was pinned up revealing her neck. For obvious reasons necks always got my attention. A few strands of her hair fell across her face and I imagined pushing them gently back into place before kissing her and biting her. 

Her purple dress was plain, sleeveless and just above the knee in length. A black bra strap slightly poked out of her right shoulder. Her black-heeled shoes set off the outfit perfectly. Her earrings were silver and dangly and her only jewellery apart from wedding and engagement rings.

Since that first time I have watched her everyday in and around her office. Each time wanting her more and more. Enjoying my building desire for her. After that first dream I decided to play a little game with her and really take my time. This would be more of a seduction than one off hunt. There is no reason to rush, time is all you have when you are a vampire. My knowledge bank on her was building as I learnt more about her working hours which were long and her movements.

I also had become convinced the Comet would work as my new home. The hotel offered easy pickings either inside or locally. It was straightforward to find a quick snack or if I preferred a long fuck and feed. So taking a little time off from my stalking I managed to secure my little penthouse as my residence for a whole year.

The Comet team were very efficient so the paperwork and formalities took little time. They seemed a little confused I had no stuff to move in with but otherwise it was easy. The deposit was paid and the direct debit set up. Despite having already been there a few days the reception insisted on explained how the keys and facilities worked. Fortunately everything worked twenty-four hours a day. Perfect for a night owl.

It was delightful to find her dressing smart was no one off. In fact I fell in love with her style. Everyday she wore formal dresses for work and I looked forward to seeing each new outfit. She clearly loved short skirts as each dress showed off her shapely legs to perfection and an occasional hint of cleavage, often more than a hint. I was hooked. There were wondrous things I could do with those legs.

One late evening watching her as usual I realised how to take the next step. The following afternoon I phoned her from my room, managed to convince her secretary to put me through and using more than a little of my psychic persuasion managed to book a late meeting with her. 

When the time of the meeting arrived I was so excited and I sat waiting for her in the reception area. "Hi, I am Sarah," said my beautiful victim as she came out to meet me in the lobby. "I am the Operations Manager here," she continued. "I understand you believe you can help us out with a little supply problem we are having with our taps.

A suited and booted colleague hovered in the background. Today it was a pale blue dress, short sleeves and as ever short skirt length and blue shoes with a heel. 

"Sorry the meeting had to be at 7pm," I said, "its my only free time, thanks for staying late."

She smiled and said, "its not a problem."

For the first time I was able to gaze deeply into her blue eyes, reaching into her mind and making her both dismiss her colleagues and suggest we did the meeting in her office where we would be alone.

I did nothing to her during that first meeting other than make sure our minds were strongly connected. She showed me their brochures of baths and showers of all sizes. Explaining the types of taps and components they would need and the quantities. I of course knew nothing of what she was talking about, but when there was one picture of a particularly larges bath. I suggested it was big enough for two and put into her mind a picture of us sharing a bath full of bubbles. She blushed, stuttered and pushed her hair back before turning the page. This made her look prettier than ever.

At the end of the meeting a smiling Sarah shook my hand and I made a promise to come back with prices and details. A promise I would of course have to break but events would of moved on by then. I took the liberty of kissing her hand and again she blushed beautifully. I delayed leaving long enough to ensure she gave me her home address and a set of keys. She would of course later assume she had lost her keys and remember nothing of this exchange. I was both horny and hungry and I was about to wait any longer to move our relationship onto the next level.

As we walked out through reception together I silently reached out to her telling her, "One more thing Sarah. Do not let your husband make love to you tonight." She turned, looked at me confused, went to say something, shrugged and then shaking my hand again turned to walk back into the building. I smiled at how much her hand had been shaking. I least I would be spared dreaming of her and her husband screwing.

Her apartment was nice. Her sense of style extended to the way she decorated her home. It was minimalistic, but smart. Modern colours adorned the walls, with the kind of furniture Ikea specialised in dotted all around. Blinds rather than curtains covered each window. A modest sized Bluetooth speaker sat on a shelf with a small range of books and DVD's alongside. Photographs of them on holiday smiling and tanned. Photographs of other people too, parents and maybe nephews and nieces I guessed. A large television seemed to be the only excess but that was maybe an indulgence of her husbands. Hope you like it I thought, it will be your source of comfort as I take your wife from you.

She lay in bed. A duvet across her stomach. It was a warm night and so she was wearing a thin white nightdress. It had very narrow white straps across her shoulders and a decorative lacy pattern across her chest. The neckline was perfect allowing just the right hint of her beautiful breasts.

Her husband beside her slept soundly. His slow methodical breathing was loud in my ears, but to humans he would have been almost silent. I made sure he was not going to awake and spoil my feast by sending him into an even deeper sleep.

She turned over now, sleeping on her side, a larger part of her left breast on view as rolling over made her nightdress ride up. I had only seen her in work attire so this vision was captivating and helped my excitement build to a crescendo. I was now so close to finally having her.

She began to stir in her sleep as I reached out to her. "Sarah. Sarah, you will awake now. Sarah," I ordered.

She rolled over onto her back still fighting me as she struggled not to awake. Her left hand pulled the duvet away revealing more of her body. She was breathing deeply now as she continued to resist my call. I stood still admiring her breasts as they slowly rose and fell while waiting for her to awake. Finally her eyes flickered open.

Slowly focussing and blinking rapidly she took in her surroundings with the slightly confused air of someone unsure as to why they had awoken. Realising there was someone in her bedroom her head turned sharply towards me.

I smiled and said quietly. "Hello Sarah." 

"You, how did, what, oh god no" she said lifting up her head looking confused and then frightened before she began trying to shake her husband awake.

"David, wake up David." she called as she shook him hard. David under my control continued to just lay their lifeless. I watched her struggling and begging her David to help her.

"He will not awake Sarah," I eventually commented.

This was enough to turn her attention away from her husband and back to me. She initially rested on her hands leaning forward towards me. Staring as though believing I could not really be there. I smiled as she crossed her hands across her breasts. Shaking her head and saying no she lay back down again. I slowly walked to the bed. She lay very still arms still crossed over her chest. I gently sat on the bed smiling. I looked her up and down.

My fingers stroked her cheek and then I ran my finger gently across her lips tracing their outline with my fingers. She pressed her face against my touch and I was reminded of how wonderful the Countess's touch had been in the field at home. Gosh that felt like so long ago.

She continued to shake her head but she lay otherwise quite still.

"Shhhh my darling," I said. "You are mine now. My nourishment, and soon my lover too. This life of yours," and I waved my arms airily around, "and that," I said pointing at her husband, "will be nothing to you."

She continued to shake her head and say no, but she did nothing to impede what I was about to do.

I gently placed my hand on her neck. My left hand then took a firm grip on the top of her nightdress. Grabbing it now with both hands I ripped it opened as she threw her head back onto the pillow. Pulling the nightdress apart I kissed her stomach just below her breasts. She arched her back, writhing on the bed and pushing my head into her body. I kissed her over and over. My left hand caressing her right breast whilst I took the left one deep into my mouth.

I lifted myself off of her and allowed my left hand to rub across her left breast and down her body. Pulling the duvet completely off her I completed ripping her nightdress apart revealing her nicely trimmed bush and shapely legs. My hand rubbed across her bush and then up her body. Again she arched her back so my hand was pushed hard against her body. Now both my hands squeezed her breasts hard before kissing her them and I slowly rubbed a finger across her nipples.




A Village Vampire Ch. 03



Pulling all the bedclothes away and the remains of her nightdress I gently kissed and licked at her pussy. Her back arching again she moaned at the pleasure of my touch. Finally I moved up to her face, touching her cheek gently. I kissed her hand holding the side of her face so she could not move. Moving down to her neck I bit her hard and tasted the wonderful saltiness of her blood.

After feeding for my usual twenty seconds I stopped drinking, and pausing to kiss her once again on the lips I went to leave.

"No, please don't go," she begged her arms reaching out to me. I watched her smiling as she continued to plead. "Fuck me, please, please, I want you to fuck me."

"Soon," I said, "by the way you better hide that nightdress, might be hard to explain." I forced myself to go, despite my enormous hard-on and my brain screaming for sex. I dropped her keys on the dressing table and on a chair I noticed a white camisole lying folded. On impulse I picked it up, admired it and took it with me. I let myself out of her apartment feeling on a high.

I spent the day sleeping in my hotel room as was now my custom. The "Do not disturb" sign on the door. My dreams were once again full of Sarah. Working hard and playing hard. She was a real gym babe going three or four times a week. Everything was going well except her love life. Much to her husbands frustration she had gone completely off sex and they were beginning to row about it.

One night, a week or so after my first feed and a week of celibacy for her I again found Sarah and her husband in my dreams and so learnt he was off on an overnight business trip. This was a perfect opportunity for me to pay her a second visit.

It was late at night and as I walked up to her front door it opened. Sarah stepped back to allow me to enter. She was wearing a silk nightshirt with buttons all the way down. The shirt had been a present from her husband and I knew she only wore it on special nights. I had enjoyed being in her mind at her confusion as to why she was so set on wearing it when alone. It was dry clean so wearing it made no sense. She had a fiddled with the buttons every since showering and putting it on. I had helped her settle on buttoning it all the way up.

She slowly walked backwards into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes never leaving mine, as I stood quite still saying nothing. She slowly undid the buttons of her nightshirt from the top downwards as I started to move towards her. Looking up at me with a smile she opened her nightshirt revealing the top of her breasts and the bite marks from my previous visit. I reached out with my hand and gently stroked my index finger from under her chin down to her breasts.

She slowly lay down on the bed putting her left hand above her head and with her right hand pulled her nightshirt open. I watched as her breasts rose and fell with the fast excited breaths she was taking. I lowered myself down to her as she eagerly raised her head to meet mine. I stroked the right side of her face with my cheek, kissing her on the eyes and the forehead and across to her other cheek. Going lower I kissed and licked her neck before returning to kiss her again on the mouth.

Lifting myself off her again I paused looking intently into her deep blue eyes before slowly lowering myself again and biting her neck. She had stayed still through the whole process only the hand above her head twitching. As my teeth bit into her she let out a small gasp. Taking a short drink I withdrew and sat up.

I spent a little while by her side running my hand through her hair as she lay still watching me. Eventually I went to get up and she reached out to me grabbing my arm.

"No, please you are not going again?" she begged her arms grabbing me tightly. I watched her smiling as she continued to plead "I want you to fuck me. Please I want you so much.

I pulled her nightshirt back together. I slowly did up most of the buttons for her.

"We will make love soon, my love," I said. "When I am ready to take you I will call you and you will come to me."

"Yes, yes," call me please call me.

Sarah's husband was at the end of his tether. His wife had always been loving and attentive and sex was a staple part of their life together. He had gone off to his business trip in a huff, but when he had returned he had expected it to be back to normal, but it wasn't. Another night of rejection was followed by a morning of the same and then another night and then another. To cap it all she was late again. When he tried to discuss it she refused.

Worse some man, he had never met, had just called at the door and sent him up to the roof terrace. He had no idea why he was doing this but somehow the man had convinced him it was essential to check that the slabs right on the edge of the roof were not loose. He had even climbed over the guardrail to make sure. Jumping had been an impulse, thinking about it now he wasn't even sure if he had jumped or just fallen. 

"Jumped? He was falling. Oh my god, no," he screamed before the concrete put a swift end to his terror. Three people standing nearby stood horror struck at the bloody mess on the ground in front of them.

Smiling, I hailed a taxi and said, "The Comet, please."

"What's happened over there, mate?" asked the driver.

"Think someone jumped," I replied. "Suicide probably. Sad that some people get so desperate."

"Its open Sarah," I called and in she walked. This time her dress was white and she wore a black jacket with black heels. Her hair hung down over her shoulders and a gold belt was wrapped around her waist. The cut of the dress was low enough to amply show off her breasts. I noticed she wore no rings.

"I like a woman who is on time," I said. "Shut the door and turn the deadlock. Don't think we want to be disturbed." She immediately did as she was told without comment.

"I just came up to see if you have settled in ok," she stammered. I smiled enjoying her confusion at why she had come at all. I had ensured for now she had no memory of my little feasts on the previous nights I had visited her.

I stood up and went to stand close to her. It was clearly too close for her comfort. She bowed her head shyly not wanting to look at me. I could hear her heart beating rapidly, the sound of her blood washing through her veins and the smell of her blood and perfume. I closed my eyes briefly finding all these sensations a little overwhelming.

Opening my eyes again I saw her face had changed into bewilderment. I was only exercising a little control over her enjoying the delicious sexual tension between us. This was not a woman used to being tempted to being unfaithful to her husband. It was not a set of circumstances she was dealing well with. Finally she spoke.

"Um I think it was probably a mistake coming up here," she said. "Please I am just going to go. Enjoy your....."

"I don't really believe you want to go." I interrupted.

"Believe what you want," she replied in an irritated tone showing how awkward she felt. It was amusing to see how unsettled she was.

"Do you intend to fight me every time," I asked with a broad smile.

"Every time? What time?" She said back, "I just came up...."

"I know," I interrupted again, "you just came up to see if I was ok. Sweet idea, but not really true. You came up to my room to make love to me didn't you? 

"Yes, no, no, what gave you that idea," she replied.

Anyway I have brought you a little something," I said and I handed over her camisole.

She fingered it, looking confused.

"How did you get this?" she asked.

"Does it matter?" I replied, "What does matter is I want you to wear it for me. Go put it on. I bet you look great in it. Then if you are really lucky I will fuck you."

"No way, you must be mad, I am a married women." she said and again turned to go, but a gentle hold of her arm stopped her leaving.

"Really a married woman without a wedding ring?" I said.

She looked down at her left hand and muttered, "my ring where is my ring."

Look I said, "we both know why you are here so lets stop wasting time and I slowly moved forward and kissed her on the lips.

I drew back and she slowly put her arms around my neck still fingering the camisole. As she moved to return the kiss I heard her quietly mutter, "I can't do this." However her kiss was whole hearted and we stood kissing for some while. Her hand fingering the back of my neck as we paused between long lingering kisses.

After a while I led her by the hand to the bathroom and silently suggested she use the bathroom to change. I sat on the bed listening to her rushing to get ready. I had removed all doubts from her mind. However being connected to my mind meant my desire to make love to her was also feeding her frenzy to get ready.

When she finally emerged she looked perfect. I smiled and told her she looked beautiful. My eyes wandered up from her bare feet, up her toned legs and the rest of her body. Her breasts set wonderfully by the neckline of the top and the straps going over her tanned shoulders. I could just see the two sets of marks on her neck from where I had tasted her.

I made a slow circle with my finger and she slowly turned around allowing me the chance to admire her from the rear especially her tight ass.

"Come!" I said.

I motioned for her to lay on the bed. She obliged placing her head on the pillow and she lay watching intently for my next move. She opened her legs so I could kneel between them and she lifted her left leg off of the mattress as I lowered myself onto her. Her hand reached up and gently pulled me down. We kissed again. Her hands gripped my back before returning to my neck as we continued to kiss intensely.

Eventually I lifted myself slightly off her so I could pull the left strap of her camisole away revealing her left breast. I pulled the other strap too so both her breasts were bare and kissed her on the neck before moving slowly kiss by kiss down to her right nipple. I stayed enjoying the sensation of kissing the breasts I had first tasted in her bedroom and seen so often in my dreams. Her hand behind my head applied gentle pressure pushing me down into her soft supple tits. Pulling myself off her properly I pulled her camisole completely off her. She raised her bottom off the mattress to assist me and reaching out with her hands begged me to fuck her.

Gently stroking her left thigh I slipped my cock into her. She raised her legs as I entered her and wrapped her legs around my bottom. Raising myself off her I moved my cock slowly in and out of her tight pussy as her hands squeezed my bottom and I reached down and kissed her neck on the bite marks I had given her.

We lay together, me moving inside her, both of us enjoying the sensation of a slow fuck. The same dream-like look wandered across her face that I had seen when her husband had screwed her. I slowly increased the speed and length of my strokes causing her to moan and hold me tighter with her hands. I felt her nails pressing against my skin.

I pulled her up into a seating position and with her arms on my shoulders she began to push up and down. My hands briefly around her waste helping her come higher, showing her how far she could go with her strokes. God this was good. She smiled hearing my thoughts in her head. I caressed her hair gently, pulling on it as we continued to kiss. Finally with Sarah breathing hard we rested for a moment.

We paused looking deeply into each other's eyes, our noses just touching.

"Oh god this is so wrong," she said, "but I can't resist you."

"Relax and enjoy, we will have a wonderful fuck together." I told her, "with me it can be anyway you have ever dreamt about, anyway you have ever wanted it. Now throw your head back and go back down."

She did as she was told and I gently lay her back onto the bed kissing her right breast as she lowered herself. I began to fuck her harder and harder making her scream. Again her legs came up into the air and wrapped themselves around me.

Finally we both came and I gently moved her head to one side to bite her again. I slowly bit into her, closing my eyes as the taste of the blood consumed me. It was the most wonderful taste. I allowed myself only ten seconds of drinking before withdrawing.

"Take more, please take more," she said and began to try to pull my head back down.

"No more," I said, "but now its your turn my darling to drink from me."

She lay still at these words and watched intently as I bit my own wrist and lowered it to her mouth. Much as I had done when the Countess had fed me she eagerly lapped at my wrist.

"Drink deep my darling for this will make you mine." I told her. "At my beck and call. You will do what ever I tell you too." I withdrew my wrist wiping a little blood off her lips with my finger.

"Yes master," she said.

We lay together in silence for a little while. She occasionally kissed me on the chest and my hand sometimes playing with her soft blonde hair. Finally with a big effort I told her it was time to go. I made her dress and told her to return home. After she had a big shock waiting for her at home and a funeral to arrange.



A Village Vampire Ch. 04



Hi readers! This is my fourth go at this vampire story, thank you for earlier comments, please leave me some comments good or bad and I will try to learn from them all. Thank you


Another daymare




The girl knelt by the door crying. She was young, maybe 20, with long, straggly hair. She wore a jacket and a tee shirt with brown corduroy trousers. Someone had tied her hands. It looked like she had been crying for a long time.

I stirred in my dream watching myself moving quickly towards her. I could still sense my utter confusion. I had just become a vampire, although I did not realise it. The world seemed changed. Everything was so loud, so full of fragrance and inside I felt so angry, although I did not know why. Blood and lust for the girl in my room was overwhelming. Confused, but very driven I didn't think, I just acted.

She was aware of me now and turned in her terror towards me, still slumped against the door.

"What do you want? Leave me alone!" She wailed.

I smiled and then shocked myself by growling at her. This animalistic noise had come from me, but I did not know where from.

Seeking to control myself I gently rubbed my hand against the side of her face. At first she turned away trying to avoid my touch and then she seemed to calm a little and let me caress her cheek. I looked her up and down as my finger traced across her lips.

"No, please," she said shaking her head.

She began to struggle, but I forced her tied hands above her head. I nearly ripped her arms out of her sockets not being used to my new vampire strength. In the end I used just my left hand to hold her hands out of the way. My right hand tore her tee shirt apart. She wore no bra so I was able to admire her small breasts. She screamed as I reached down and sucked first on one nipple then the other. Using my right hand I grabbed her hair to hold her still.

Kissing her tummy I undid her belt and trousers and then yanking her onto her back I pulled her trousers and knickers down. Using my arms to lift her legs I briefly licked between her legs before stripping all her clothes off. She lay naked on the ground beneath me. She was panting and gasping as she struggled to control her breathing.

Slipping my own trousers and boxers off I pushed my cock into her tight pussy.

She moaned, raising her legs so they were either side of mine, her heels bumping into my ass as I began to fuck her. She moaned each time I thrust into her. My hand grabbed her neck and forced her head to one side. I bit into her neck.

In my dream I felt again the sudden shock of "what am I doing" but I continued loving both the taste of her blood and the way I was screwing her. We lay together, me fucking her and draining her blood as she lay struggling on the ground. I awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright before flopping back down again.

Thankfully I was actually safe in my hotel room. I remembered what the Countess had said. A vampire to be born has both to die, and to kill. I didn't know what I was doing but I killed that girl and so became a true vampire. Sadly what I also knew was the desire to kill was always there, a deep-seated rage waiting to burst out. Yes, I had killed another girl and Sarah's husband. To be honest I liked it, but am trying not do it again. On the other hand I am top of food chain now. Humans are my prey, do they let the cow or sheep survive out of guilt. No they don't. So I guess there are no guarantees and eventually I will get carried away or someone will be in the way of what I want. I'm a vampire and killing is now part of my DNA.

An interesting encounter

My early evening ritual when Sarah wasn't able to join me was to take a mineral water in the café at The Comet. This allowed me to watch the world go by before planning what to do with my night.

The Café's was out front so you could see people walking past the building, the whole of the reception area and the main entrance. The soft chairs offered a pleasant way to while away an hour looking for a likely snack or to watch someone of interest checking-in. It was normally busy at this time, so I was able to watch, without anyone taking too much interest in me.

It was a few weeks after Sarah's husband had jumped from the top of their building and so she was still busy with the aftermath. So I restricted myself to occasional late night visits, sneaking into her apartment so we could make love. It had been important to keep our relationship low-key so as to avoid unwanted interest. No one had expected David to jump, lest of all David I thought smiling, so there were a few suspicions.

When chilling at the café with a mineral water. Water was the only thing I could tolerate apart from blood. Marco, one of the concierges, would come over for a chat. It was nice catching up about normal things. The weather, football and other things men discuss. He was a nice guy, easy to talk to, and someone I could learn more about The Comet from.

As we were discussing his favourite soccer team, Manchester United, I noticed an elderly couple followed by a young lady walk into reception. David also noticed this new arrival and with a quick apology rushed off to greet them leaving me alone again. I watched interested as he fawned over them, arranged porters to carry bags and a member of the reception team to get a lift.

The girl seemed to hang back as this all happened. She wasn't someone who particularly interested me but with nothing else to do I checked her out. It wasn't that she was unattractive I could just afford to be very choosy. The girl had short reddish brown hair with a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She wore a brown coat, it was unbuttoned, showing off a pink and black patterned summer dress with a flared skirt. Around her neck was a delicate necklace with a small diamond. She had bare legs and black flat shoes. The dress was low cut at the front allowing a good view of her large breasts. As I watched she removed her coat and pulled a flesh coloured bra strap back under the shoulder of her dress. We exchanged a brief look and then she looked back at me over her shoulder as she headed for the lift. Her hand straying to her neck as she turned away.

Marco was now alone again so abandoning my drink I walked over to him.

"Friends of yours Marco? I asked.

"Oh that was Mr and Mrs Garrod, they own the hotel," he replied. "Actually they stay in the penthouse next to yours, but they are often out of town."

"And the girl?" I queried.

"Girl? Oh you mean Birgit," he continued. "She works for them. A bit like a PA I think. She's lovely, very chatty."

"Does she stay here too?" I queried.

"Hmmmmm no I don't think she has ever stayed." He answered looking thoughtful. "I guess she goes home."

So I returned to my café, ordered another mineral water and began what I hoped would not be too long a wait. It was horrible to drink water, but it provided cover and a reason to be in the café. Eventually after an hour and a half Birgit reappeared coat on, waving to Marco as she headed out the door. Marco gave me a hard stare as I abandoned my second mineral water of the day and walked quickly after her.

Letting her get to the point where she would cross an alleyway a little bit down the road from The Comet I called her name.

"Birgit, wait up." I called. She heard me immediately as I knew she would. Birgit turned around looking at me confused.

"Surely you remember me?" I said trying to look affronted.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I don't think so," she replied. "Oh wait you were in the café in the hotel. Sorry have we met somewhere else?"

I had been staring into her eyes the whole time. Her glasses making her eyes seem unnaturally large but I could feel they were no barriers to me taking control of her.

"Come with me," I said and grabbing her hand I walked her down the alleyway. 

"Where are we going?" She asked anxiously, but after an initial reluctance she allowed herself to be led down the alley by what was a complete stranger. My mind worked overtime on hers ensuring she co-operated.

When we are out of sight of the main road, I stood in front of her and slowly undid the buttons of her coat. She stood still, hands at her side as I took it off her, and placed it on the dustbins nearby. 

"What are you doing, no, its too cold," she complained, but she let me do it anyway.

Holding her face gently with my left hand I kissed her. She hesitated at first then kissed me back. I kissed her across her cheek and down her neck whilst unzipping her dress at the back.

As I went to pull her dress straps off her shoulder she began to shake her head.

"No please don't," she said and crossed her arms across the front of her chest.

However, when I pulled her hands away she offered no resistance. I lowered my head to kiss her breasts whilst I removed the top half of her dress. Using my hands I lifted her breasts to a more comfortable height, to kiss them and to bury my head between. I loved the sensation of the soft supple flesh against my lips and feeling her hardening nipples through the material of her bra. Using her right hand she pushed my head into them.

I smiled partly because I was enjoying her breasts but mainly because I had noticed the wedding band on her finger. Fucking married women was becoming a habit I thought.

Using my hand I pulled her necklace off, the thin chain breaking easily and placed it carefully beside her coat.

Moving quickly I used my hands to undo the belt, button and fly of my trousers, pulling my trousers and boxer shorts down. Kicking a shoe off I managed to get one leg free. There is no elegant way to speedily undress is there? I continued to kiss her breasts and neck and guided her hand down to stroke my cock. After some guidance from me she enthusiastically took over running her hand up and down my shaft.

I lifted my head to look deeply into her eyes briefly allowing myself to enjoy her stroking me. I took her hand in mine and made her do it a little faster and I kissed her one more time. My hands reached up under her skirt and ripped her knickers off. She gasped at this and gasped again as I lifted her skirt and picked her up. Lifting her to waist height I guided my cock into her. She put her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass. 

I slowly rocked her up and down, putting my arms under her legs to get a better grip and to allow me to lift her higher. She put both hands behind my head staring deep into my eyes and slowly kissed me. Scared of slipping she grabbed my neck, paused a moment and continued to kiss me some more. As she bounced and kissed me I could feel her breasts against my chest. Pausing from kissing, she mouth open, began to gasp with pleasure. Putting her head to the side she pushed me into her neck.

"Oh god yes," she moaned. "Fuck me." As she pulled hard at my hair and dug her nails into my neck

I fucked her as hard as I could. Her groans becoming screams as I bounced her up and down at a faster and faster rate. One of her shoes fell off and a breast fell out of her bra as we continued going at it. I stopped fucking her briefly to take off her glasses before they fell off and then continued.

"Oh yes," she continued to moan over and over.

I pulled her head back so I could suck on her bare nipple. Reaching her orgasm she screamed out. As she came I lifted my head from her breast to her neck and bit into her. My mouth quickly filled with her blood, as ever it tasted delicious. Once I had taken my usual drink I lowered her down onto the concrete. She lay on her back, her breath coming in rapid pants. Smiling I lifted her legs, pushing them onto my shoulders as I knelt on the ground. I slipped my cock inside her again and banged her until I also came.

Kissing her one more time I lifted her off the ground and pulled her to her feet. I dressed myself, dusted myself off and then helped her clean herself up, zipping her dress up and putting her shoe back on. Finding her glasses she put them back on. I spotted the remains of her knickers on the ground. Placing my foot under them I hooked them into the air, caught them, and threw them into the nearby bin. 

I watched as she put her coat back on and popped the necklace into her pocket. Birgit moved to stand in from of me and grabbing my arm she said, "will I see you again?" and after establishing her working times I arranged for her to come and see me an hour before she would start work with the Garrods.

"Now you should probably go home to your husband," I told her.

"Oh god my husband," she groaned, "I have never......." But I had begun to walk away so I never heard what she had "never". I knew what was in her head though. Of course she had never been unfaithful to her husband before but then she hadn't met me till now. Whatever guilt she felt, she had liked being taken in a dirty smelly alleyway. I knew that much at least.

Time for a new plan

Sarah arrived at my room a short while before Birgit was due to arrive. It was true to say I was very excited to see her. However, since Marco told me about the Garrods I had been more excited by my idea of taking over The Comet. The question was how and the reason I had taken Birgit was to find out if there was a way.

Sarah as ever was looking stunning. Her purple dress was a satin material with a strap across her right shoulder but the major turn-on especially for a vampire was that her left shoulder was strapless and so bare. On her neck I could just see a couple of marks where I had tasted her blood. The skirt length as ever was above the knee. I had long since banned her from tights. Her shoes this time were animal skin with the usual heel to set off her incredible legs.

Although she seemed tense she smiled at me. I knew she could sense my desire to fuck her and of course she would make love with me if I asked her too. However, I forced myself to settle for a long kiss. I promised to take her to bed soon and we ended up chatting about how things were going on the home front. Her husband's parents were still worried about why their dear son had jumped that day. They were trying to create interest in an investigation into what happened. So the police had been to visit, a woman police officer had been particularly insistent apparently, wanting to go over and over what Sarah knew. It seemed though there was only confusion, no hard facts that anything untoward had happened. Despite all my strength and power I found that a relief.

Exactly on time the doorbell rang and Sarah went to answer it. Moving to the sofa I sat down. I heard Birgit's voice the second the door was open.

"Oh, is he here?" she said sounding disappointed; she obviously had just pushed past Sarah without waiting for an answer as she appeared in the room almost immediately after she had spoken. 

"Darling," she said as soon as she saw me and rushed over to kiss me. After a couple of long lingering kisses she stopped as though realising what just happened.

In the meantime and as arranged Sarah had made herself scare so Birgit saw no one as she scanned the room.

Finally Birgit asked suspiciously, "Who answered the door?"

"That's not important," I told her. 

She went to kiss me again. I pushed her away. She looked as though I had slapped her.

"Now what I want is you to tell me everything you know about the Garrods." I said commandingly.

"The Garrod's?" She replied obviously surprised at the question. "What do you want to know about them for?"

"Never mind, just tell me everything you know," I said.

What followed was a struggle as Birgit wanted to kiss, cuddle and to fuck again, but I needed her to talk. So it took a long time to get her to tell me everything she knew but eventually we got there. Much to her disgust I then kicked her out telling her I would call her when I needed her.

The vision of Sarah in her purple, one shoulder bare dress was constantly drifting into my mind. I was supposed to be the master and Sarah the slave, but she had a strong effect on me especially when she wore those amazing outfits. Her legs were to die for and they stirred me very intensely when I saw them poking out of a dress, tanned and bare, begging me to touch them and kiss them. The police interest meant it wasn't wise to go too early to see her, so telling myself to be patient I waited. I ended up aimlessly wandering around the apartment, drifting from watching the world go by or reading or turning the TV on. From the window I could see the people outside continued to rush by, well except a red haired girl on the phone.

It was the early hours of the morning when I finally let myself into Sarah's apartment, finding her asleep in bed naked.

"Master," she said as she awoke smiling. "I didn't think you were coming so I undressed and feel asleep. Sorry, forgive me."

I smiled, "I was hoping to get to undress you, but I guess naked will have to do."

Grinning back she replied, "you liked my little purple number then, I thought a bare shoulder would get your attention. Come and take me." As she spoke she open her arms to me. The bed sheet fell away revealing her breasts.

She knelt up in bed and I noticed she had put her hair into a ponytail. Quickly I stripped off my clothes kneeling on the bed in front of her. Her arms wrapping around my neck as I kissed her. She immediately kissed the top of my chest and down my tummy before licking back up to my neck in an upward motion. At the same time her hand lightly stroked my cock. Neither of us could stop our hands from running over the others body as we kissed and kissed. I took her left breast and then the right one into my mouth sucking and kissing it.

I gently pushed her onto her back and pushing her legs into the air I knelt down and began to lick on her pussy. Gasping she wrapped her hands around her legs to help pull them back. I licked and licked as she quivered with the intensity of the sensations my tongue was giving her. She pulled hard on my hair and begged me to carry on just like that. In long slow sweeps I licked up and down her slit. She began to chew on her fingers and groan.

Standing up I told her to kneel before me, which she immediately did and she began to suck on my cock, making circular motions with her hand on my shaft as she sucked. Grabbing hold of her pony tail I held her head in place as I face-fucked her making her gasp as my cock moved rapidly in and out of her mouth.

Moving her onto all fours I entered her from behind. Placing both hands on her waist I fucked her hard from behind.

"Fuck, yes," she began to cry as I continued to fuck her hard.

Her arms reached forward giving her more support as I gripped her waist even harder. Her breasts wobbled delightfully with the motion. As she had her second orgasm her head fell briefly onto the sofa before she pulled herself back up, resting first on her forearms and then her body came up higher as she straightened her arms.

I paused, and then very slowly moved my cock inside her, reaching down between her legs to stroke her clitterous. Kneeling back into me she used her hand with mine to stroke it too. Her breaths coming in gasps, until she came again. Finally she collapsed, lying completely flat on the sofa. I fucked her as hard as I could until I exploded inside her with a gasp.

We lay together, my head resting on her chest. The sound of her heart vibrating through my head but I didn't mind, the afterglow was wonderful.

"God I miss you master when we are apart," she said and lying back onto the pillow she lifted my head and pushed it into her neck. I bit her, taking a short delicious drink of her blood.

Later both dressed in gowns I began to tell her what I had learnt.

The Garrod's it seemed were the sole owners of The Comet. The hotel founded by Mr Garrod's grandfather. Naturally they were very rich as the hotel had always been very successful. They had few other business interests apart from a resort hotel in Turkey, which they had owned for a couple of years.




A Village Vampire Ch. 04



The Garrod's mainly stayed at The Comet, but there was a large house in the Sussex countryside. They of course travelled overseas a fair bit.

The current Mrs Garrod was the second wife, quite a bit younger that the sixty year old Mr Garrod. They only had the one child, Amy, who was twenty and focussed on being a tennis player. Unfortunately, she had not done well so far. In her first year she had never progressed beyond the first round and year two of her career was no better with only one competition left this season. Amy was therefore normally travelling all over the world on the tennis circuit. There was however some fortunate news.

Birgit was expecting Amy in town in a couple of days to play at the end of year tournament at The Arena. By all accounts she was thinking of giving up if she lost again.

"So what are you going to do?" asked Sarah who had listened patiently, stroking my hair as I reported back on all I remembered from my meeting with Birgit.

"Well obviously I need to get close to The Garrod's. Their daughter would seem to be the best way to do this. So maybe I can get Amy's attention by helping her win some tennis matches and go from there." I said shrugging.

"Improve her game? You could do that? How?" Asked Sarah.

"To be honest, not sure if I can." I replied, "but if I could get to her and her opponent then maybe I could improve one game and hurt the others. Luckily its indoors so I can spectate." Getting to The Arena in daylight might be difficult though.

It was an hour before dawn when I let myself out of the apartment bumping into a red haired girl as I left. 

"Excuse me," she said looking flustered.

I apologised and as her hand went up to her neck I turned and walked away. Dawn was not far off and I need to get back to The Comet.

Meeting Amy

The locker room was small and functional and I sat impatiently waiting on the bench. Fortunately for me each player had a separate room so I could meet Amy in private and put my plan into action. Her opposition would be in the next room so that was pretty straightforward too. She didn't seem to have supporters or well-wishers, but I guess it had been going so badly she had pushed them all away.

It had been difficult getting to The Arena, arriving in a hired white van, Sarah driving and me in the back. Next I had to be covered from head to foot so Sarah using a wheelchair could get me inside. Pretty much worked though, little or no sunburn and as most people were trying to find their way to various events no one looked too hard at me. Sadly people are often uncomfortable around illness or disability so look away anyway.

We used a disabled toilet and got me disrobed and out of the chair so I could mingle with people easily. Sarah returning to the van with the wheelchair and then came the easier bit blagging my way into the locker rooms. 

Eventually Amy arrived. Looking very fine in a white tee shirt and short white tennis skirt. The bag she was carrying was huge, presumably full of tennis rackets.

She stopped dead when she saw someone was in her locker room.

"Can I help you?" She said frostily. 

"Actually I am here to help you." I replied, trying to sound matter of fact.

"Me?" Replied Amy with a frown. "What with?"

"Your tennis of course." I replied, " I am going to help you win this tournament."

"Wow, that's ummm quite a claim, Mr who ever the hell you are. Now if you will excuse me."

I looked deeply into her eyes for several minutes we both stood not moving and not speaking, I concentrated hard until I had her mind under my control.

"Come," I said and she allowed me to lead her into the toilet cubical and lock the door. Holding my focus on her very tightly I silently told her to put her arms in the air and I removed her tee shirt.

I placed my left hand firmly onto her shoulder and as she slowly turned her head to that side I lowered my head and bit her. As my teeth pierced her skin she let out a little gasp. I drank deeply for about 25 seconds, longer than usual because it had been a trying day and I was hungry, but mostly to ensure a close telepathic connection. I did not quite know how I was going to pull this off.

Using some toilet paper I helped stop the little amount of blood seepage there was. A vampire bite always seems to stop bleeding surprisingly quickly. I don't know why. Blood and white tee shirts do not mix so I needed to be careful.

I pushed her up against the cubicle wall kissing her deeply and using my hands I lifted both her legs up so I could rub the hardening cock hidden in my jeans against her soft white tennis knickers. She groaned with delight. Feeling like I would have to fuck her if I continued I pulled away. From the floor I grabbed her tee shirt and handed it to her, silently ordering her to put it back on.

I smiled, unlocked the toilet door, carefully checking no one else was there before walking back into the main locker room.

"You will win," I said casually, "and don't worry I am here to help." I went to leave.

"I know its sounds nuts, but trust me," I said as I walked out. Now I was focussed on a very brief visit to her opponent to try and improve my chances of weakening her game.

Behind me Amy had just said blankly, "OK!"

So started my week at the tennis tournament. I managed to get into the building each day with Sarah's help. I managed to talk to Amy and I also managed to meet all of her opponents. Enough at least to unsettle them and give me limited access to their minds. At first all I could do is make the opponent make a mistake, but over the games and matches I learnt how to get Amy to realise where the incoming shot was going sooner and to make a faster shot selection for her reply. So I managed to improve at the same rate as the opposition improved and just about keep Amy on her winning streak.

Each day the press got more and more interested in the no-hoper who had suddenly started winning. Stories of her as a hotel heiress began to fill newspaper pages and before the final there was a radio interview with her proud parents. Mr and Mrs Garrod attended each day, but fortunately for me never came near the locker room. Amy would only meet them after the game. I made sure Amy would not mention me and also kept well out of their way. The Garrod's and I would meet when I decided the time was right.

Before the third match out of the five needed to win the tournament there was an unexpected wobble from Amy. She had got it into her head that it must be her not me winning these games. She started telling me she did not need me and I saw a little of the rich spoilt girl she was for the first time.

Initially I went to use my mind to force her to my will, but I thought it might be more amusing to play along. Instead I started getting cross with her. I told her if it was all her then she was on her own and I would stay in the locker room rather than come onto court and help. If she wanted help she should take a toilet break, come and see me to apologise and I might, just might, help her again. 

Sure enough having lost the first set six games to love a grumpy Amy slunk into the locker room. Her face was red and from more than just the exertion of running round the court.

She went to speak, but I stopped her by pushing her roughly into the toilet cubicle, telling her not to make a sound I locked the door. She gasped with shock as I ripped her tee shirt splitting it down the middle. Pulling a bra strap off her shoulder I bit her and began for the second time to drink her blood. When I had drank for twenty seconds I withdrew. As I withdrew I used both my hands to split the front of her bra, letting it drop to the floor. I grabbed her arms pulling them above her head and holding them there with my left hand. Lowering my head I began to suck her left breast whilst rubbing her right breast with my spare hand. I could taste the salt from her sweat as I kissed and sucked at her nipple. Again she began to moan.

"You like that, huh?" I said. "You are going to do what I tell you from now on, or maybe I will do stuff you don't like."

"I am sorry," she said, "please let me go."

I released her arms, she began to run her fingers through my hair and push my head into her breasts.

"Please forgive me," she said.

Stopping abruptly I told her to get out and win the match or she would never see me again. Amy dressed quickly in a fresh bra and tee shirt, stuffing the remains of the old ones into her bag and walked back out. I could hear the crowd applauding as she reappeared onto the court. There were yells of "come on Amy." Her success had begun to build some support from the crowd.

The rest of the week passed with out incident, which was good, as I was nervous about taking more blood. I sat directing the final to a successful conclusion and as her opponent's shot went into the net to lose the game I left the court to find Sarah. Time to escape the arena and get ready for the next step in the plan.

Seducing Amy

It was late at night when I let myself into Amy's hotel room near The Arena where she had been playing tennis. I smiled as I walked past her bag dumped on the floor containing rackets and tennis stuff and the trophy proudly standing on the desk in the room.

She had not heard me come in and was still soundly asleep. No doubt worn out by a week of hard competitive tennis. In the past she had never played more than one game of singles and maybe the odd doubles match in her tournaments so it must have been tough.

I pulled the duvet off her revealing the shorts and tee shirt she had worn to bed. She slowly stirred as I sat down on the mattress beside her. Her eyes flickering open as I bent down to turn on the bedside light. She looked confused.

"Its you," she said.

"I came to say well done on winning," I replied stroking her head.

"I looked for you everywhere after I won, where did you go?" She continued.

"I thought it best to wait till later to claim my reward for helping you." I said running my hands up inside her tee shirt and gently rubbing her breasts. She smiled at this so I lifted her tee shirt up, bending down to lick and suck her nipples.

She moaned in delight.

"I am going to fuck you Amy," I told her matter of factly.

As she nodded I removed her tee shirt and shorts. Amy co-operating with me as I pulled her clothes off her body. Her athletic body was a pleasure to admire but thoughts from her mind intruded on my enjoyment.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

She nodded again. Gripping my arms which I had now put either side of me with her hands.

"Don't worry," I said before she could speak, "I will be gentle."

She lay naked watching me. Her hand gently touching her breasts and stomach as I quickly went to the door and checked it was locked and then I undressed in front of her. Leaving just my boxer shorts on.

I felt in my head the shock in her mind when she saw the outline of my engorged cock straining against the material of my shorts.

Gently rubbing my groin with my hand I laughed and said, "Its all for you. Do you want to come and say hello to it?"

She nodded and so opening my arms to her I said, "come", and she slowly got up from the bed and walked towards me. Pushing her gently to her knees I guided her hands up inside my boxers so she could rub up and down my shaft. Using my mind I told her silently to gently lick her tongue around the top of my cock. She guided my member out through the fly of my shorts and using her tongue made gentle circles around tip of my cock. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment. Placing her hands at the top of my legs she moved her head so my cock slid between her wet lips. Finally she took the whole length in the mouth, it did make her choke a bit but I made her hold it there for a moment before releasing her.

"Now your turn," I told her, "Lie on the bed."

I knelt by her side lowering my head between her legs to lick and kiss her pussy. She seemed to love long slow licks right across her slit so I continued to do this for several minutes loving how she was enjoying the new sensation of making love. Eventually hers hands returned to exploring inside my boxers. Her hand finding my cock she gently stroked it as I licked her.

Using my thumb I began to explore around her hole, she held her breath as I slowly slid my thumb into her. Gently moving it in and out. I began to lick her clitterous vigorously as I finger fucked her. She lifted her legs off the bed bending them at the knee as this new feeling made her moan with delight. I continued this for a while until moving my head up to her breasts I began to suck on her left nipple. Using my left hand I continued to fuck her whilst my right hand played with her right breast.

This took her over the edge. Her hand still inside my boxer shorts began to stroke my cock very hard as she thrashed around on the bed moaning. I felt her muscles contracting around my thumb. I made my thumb fuck her as hard and as quickly as I could.

"Oh my god," she repeated before coming and lying still gasping for air.

Slipping my shorts off I lay on the bed and made her roll over on top of me. Showing her how to wriggle on top of me I lay back and watched her for a moment pleasuring me with her body rubbing up against mine. Using my hands I pulled clips out of her hair and made it hang lose around her face. Lifting her hair off her face I slowly kissed her, using my tongue to explore her mouth I continued to kiss her passionately. As she lifted her body a little I used my hands to cup and caress her breasts.

"Can you taste your pussy juices on me?" I asked smiling.

She nodded and said, "I can't wait anymore I want you inside me. Fuck me."

Rolling her over I slipped my cock inside her. Lifting her legs she wrapped them around me as I began to fuck her. Using my arms to support me I gave her a slow fuck with long strokes. 

"You like that don't you?" I said.

"Oh god it's so good, please don't stop" she said softly back.

At my silent instruction her fingers moved down to her pussy and she began to stoke her clitterous as I continued slowly to bring her to a climax. Her orgasm washed over her and again she moaned with delight, as she came her hands reached up to hold my waist, pulling me closer and her nails dug into my side.

"Fuck, yes," she cried.

I smiled and not wanting to finish yet I picked her up put her legs either side of me and began to kiss her and stroke her breasts as I continued to fuck her with both of us sitting up. Grabbing the back of my neck she moved herself higher and eventually I allowed myself to be pushed onto my back.

Holding her hair up high with her hands she began to bounce up and down on me. I lay loving the sensation and enjoying the view of her small breasts as she fucked me. Pulling her down on top of me I slightly bent my legs giving me the leverage to fuck her hard.

I grabbed hold of her firmly as I rammed my cock into her. Amy screamed "yes" with each stroke before we both came together. As my seedless semen gushed into her I bit into her neck and drank deeply, as ever enjoying the salty taste of her blood. I wanted to drain her and take her life but pushing the thought away I forced myself to stop and I lay just cuddling her.

After a few minutes she raised her head.

"That was incredible," she said, "is it always that good? God now I know what all the fuss is about." As she spoke she stretched her arms out.

I smiled and told her I had to go. When she went to complain I placed my finger on her lips and asked her not to say anything. 

Dressing I told her, "Don't worry I have plans for us. I will be in touch soon. Now sleep." She immediately turned over, curled up into a ball and closed her eyes. I quietly left her room. 

It was still dark and there was enough time to get back to The Comet. I noticed a red headed girl waiting on a street corner but didn't pay her any attention. I was distracted, thinking about virgins. Movies often display virgin blood as having properties to make you young again or to make vampires extra strong. More Hollywood crap I am afraid. I had drunk Amy's virginal blood, fucked her and drunk some more. Exactly the same before and after, beautiful tasty blood, but no different whether virginal or not.

Getting the Comet

"Are you sure we can't get you a drink or something to eat my dear," said Mrs Garrod for what must have been the forth time.

"No, honestly I am fine," I replied.

"So you have been helping Amy with her tennis," asked her father.

"Yes," I replied, "we managed to channel Amy's talent and she played brilliantly all tournament."

Both parents smiled proudly at their daughter who blushed. 

"Mummy, let me show you something I have bought," said Amy. As arranged this meant Amy got her mother out of the way leaving me with her father alone in their huge lounge.

"Sir," I said, "I guess this is a bit sudden, but I wanted to ask your blessing to marry Amy. I think you daughter is amazing and unbelievably she feels the same way about me. What else could a father do under the strong telepathic influence of a vampire except to say.

"I'd be delighted, dear boy."

Of course when the ladies returned everyone was over the moon. My telepathic influence made it so. The Garrod's only child was now in their eyes not only a successful tennis player but also someone who had found a loving husband.

"Do you have a date in mind?" Asked my new mother to be.

Pretending to hesitate I made Amy's father answer for me.

"The sooner the better I say," he said. "After all the tennis season only stops for a few months so why not in say a month." Amy and I allowed her parents to talk us into a short engagement and the plan formed to marry in one month using quite naturally The Comet as the location.

So the next few weeks were chaos. I tried hard to keep out of most of it being limited to the hours of darkness. Sarah was a godsend I made her help me. She even left her job and became a sort of personal assistant, taking my place at many of the discussions on wedding business. This of course often caused discontent, but I was able to meet everyone at night and then ease concerns with a little mental persuasion. By now the Garrod's loved their new son to be and of course forgave and understood the fact he was rarely around to do anything useful. I even managed to convince them to have a civil ceremony in The Comet to avoid the need for me to travel outside in daylight and that Sarah should be my best man. It was coming together beautifully and quite easily.

Finally the wedding day arrived and we sped through the day. Its fair to say Amy's dream wedding night was more in her mind than reality as I made her fall asleep and I went out on a hunt. In fact I found myself a nice victim who slated my thirst for a while. The stress and attention arranging the wedding had been awful but it was necessary to build me a strong foundation and that was all that mattered. 

The next morning I had arranged with Sarah's help a helicopter to take me, Amy, her parents and Birgit from the hotel to their house in the country and then off onto honeymoon. Birgit hated me for screwing her and then going off and marrying Amy, so it took all of my persuasive skills to get her to come. Happily in the end everyone agreed to use the helicopter and afterwards for Amy and me the Caribbean awaited. All booked and paid for.

It was rude of me I know, but I arrived late for breakfast having sent my new wife ahead with my apologies. When I finally went downstairs I explained I was unable to fly with them as a problem had cropped up. I of course insisted they went ahead anyway, new wife and all, saying I would join them that evening and everything would be fine.

It was a couple of hours later when lying on the bed in my room hopping from channel to channel I heard the tragic news that the helicopter had crashed in a wood, killing all the occupants. The news channel reported the aircraft had been seen to behave very oddly, rising steeply into the air and then crashing vertically downwards, its engine screaming as it hit the ground. An aviation expert argued there was no mechanical issue that could cause this, but equally the women piloting the helicopter was very experienced. There was a general feeling of confusion over the whole incident.




A Village Vampire Ch. 04



A fully clothed Sarah, well I am (was) a married man, was lying on my chest. She commented with a straight face that this was such sad news. 

"I wonder if you put the pilot off a bit," she said still looking serious. "You know when you met her, bit her and started putting strange ideas into his head as to what should happen when you fly over a small wood."

"It was fortunate you got Mr Garrod to change his will so everything was left to Amy and/or you." Sarah finished.

I stood up and walked to the window bored with the banter or feeling guilty enough to be irritated by it I wasn't sure. I looked out on the people rushing by The Comet, my Comet. God that sounded good. I wondered what they were all doing, where they were going, working hard like I used to. The man in the suit, the mother pushing the buggy with another child in hand, the redheaded girl waiting on the street corner, a man selling "The Big Issue". All flavours of life were out there. Hmmmm that red headed girl?

"So now you are the owner of The Comet, what happens now master?" Asked Sarah. 

"I make you the manageress for starters," I replied. "This hotel becomes both my income and my larder and I need your help to make that work." Sarah hugged me as my brain searched around for something I had missed. I suddenly realised Sarah had stopped talking and was looking hard at me. Ignoring this I made her describe someone to me, someone I now had a strong hunch about. 

One more job I needed to do

The night next I wandered out through the kitchen. I was a bit of a celebrity now so moving around the hotel was more difficult. People wanting to give me their condolences or to tell me who they were and what they did.

However the kitchen allowed me to approach the front of the hotel from the side and wander up to a woman police officer standing casually on the street corner. 

"Hi, could you tell me the time?" I asked a broad smile on my face.

Her brown eyes looked deeply into mine as I locked my gaze onto her and broke into her mind.

"Er, sorry what did you say," she said clearly flustered by my sudden appearance.

I continued to smile taking in her beautiful brown freckles, and red hair pinned behind her ears. She was beautiful, beneath her police jacket I could see a white blouse and chequered tie. A radio hung on her left shoulder. It was likely I thought beneath all the police uniform and equipment was a curvy figure.

"House keys and address." I said and the police officer without hesitation handed over a set of keys to me and wrote an address on a piece on paper and gave it to me.

"No matter about the time." I said I will find out in the hotel and I walked away leaving her opened mouthed. I returned to my room. When I looked out of the window from my penthouse window the street corner was deserted.

Much later I was slowly putting a key into a lock, turning it and gently pushing open a front door. My nerves were always on edge at these moments despite the fact I had sneaked into loads of homes and hotel rooms by now. This time the sense of danger was a little more understandable. One hunt this week had resulted in a rather awkward moment and it was all I could think about right now.

Her name was Tiffany, tall, thin with long brown hair. She had been an easy catch, arguing with her boyfriend she had stormed off, in her blind rage she had bumped straight into me. I should have guessed it was too easy. So anyway calmed by her belief that all was safe I had got her to strip and she lay naked on her bed. I wasn't that attracted to her but I was hungry and so was getting ready for a feed when in walks her mother. Thank god I still had my clothes on, even my shoes.

The shock of this sudden invasion meant I temporally released Tiffany from my control, realising she was naked with a strange man she screamed, and so her mother screamed too. A dog barked and I could hear an angry father rushing up the stairs. So I did what any great vampire would do, I ran. Pushing past her dad I headed down the stairs, meeting their very unhappy dog coming up. 

As I said right at the beginning of my first story as a human I hated dogs and as a vampire I felt no better. I froze but managed to order Tiffany telepathically to call her dog and so it rushed past me and relieved it had gone I escaped.

This unhappy event especially as it had included a dog had unnerved me and taught me I had become a little casual about the whole hunt thing. So this time I had been more cautious, but had made it into the house and up the stairs without incident. I had reached the bedroom and sat on the bed beside its sleeping occupant. She only stirred when I turned the bedside lamp on.

"Its you!" She said and then I sensed she was about to yell so I placed my finger on her lips.

"You will not make a sound," I said, "and you will do exactly what I say." I stared deeply into her brown eyes making sure my mind was strongly linked to hers.

I pulled the duvet off her revealing the tartan pyjama's she was wearing. She sat up and as she did her red hair fell down onto her shoulders and her hand moved to the top button of her shirt, I smiled.

"I brought you something, go put this on, sort your hair out and then meet me downstairs." I told her. She immediately took the white dress I handed her and I went downstairs to prepare.

In the lounge her police cap was on the table, her high-visibility coat on a chair and her utility belt with truncheon, handcuffs etc lay on a chair. I casually touched the cold hard metal of the cuffs and thought about the fun I could have with them, but that was for another day.

By the time she had joined me I had done a little furniture moving putting the sofa facing an armchair so I could interrogate her more easily.

"Is this right?" She asked when she appeared downstairs; she wore the dress I had asked her to wear.

"Its perfect, you look beautiful" I replied smiling.

The dress I had found her was white, full length, low cut at the front just enough to show a little cleavage

'Sit," I told her motioning with my hands to the sofa. I sat in the armchair.

"It seems to me PC Millie Milner you are investigating me, would I be right?" I asked and as I spoke I moved to kneel in front of her, stroking her face.

"You have beautiful freckles," I told her and slowly kissed her to further strengthen our mental bond.

Millie nodded. "Yes," she said.

"So tell me everything you have learnt." I said and so she began. As she was speaking I sat myself back down in the armchair.

It seemed that as an ambitious police officer she was often asked to look into minor cases that detectives hadn't time to do. Sarah's husband's death was creating some noise because her parents refused to believe it was either suicide or an accident and so she had been asked to look into it.

"It seemed to me straightaway something about the grieving widow did not add up," she said. "Friends, family said they were so in love and yet Sarah did not seem to be upset. Maybe it was shock I thought, but then I noticed her with you. She couldn't take her eyes off you, had to touch you at every opportunity. It seemed clear she was having an affair and then I found you were sneaking into her apartment late at night.

So I started to investigate you. I found a taxi driver who wasn't sure but thought he had given you a lift just at the time Sarah's husband had jumped. However I could not tie you in to what happened. The husband had been alone on the roof so it didn't add up, it just seemed odd.

I smiled relieved that there wasn't stronger evidence around David.

Millie continued, "I moved on to other work officially, but this case kept nagging at me so unofficially I kept an eye on you. I found you compelling so I am not sure I had a choice. I discovered you were hanging around Amy Garrod the tennis player, then she was winning and equally quickly you were fucking her too. Yes I was there when you went to her hotel after she won her competition. I was stunned when Amy and her parents died in that helicopter crash and suddenly you'd inherited a big hotel. I couldn't and can't see how you could have been involved but it was all too good to be true."

She paused and then continued to speak, "I checked into your family. They are devastated by the way that you won't see them. You were just a normal guy and then you just go off and disappear. That's weird too but not illegal either. Obviously I held the official line they knew already, that you were fine, but did not want them to know where you were."

"So I just don't understand," she finished, "perhaps there are coincidences in life, but it must had suited you to have Sarah's husband and Amy's family die when they did. You are now a very rich man but there is no evidence that either of them were killed.

I tried to keep a straight face at this news feeling amusement, guilt and relief in fairly equal measures.

To distract me I stood up and looked down on the seated Millie. She looked up at me and I made her slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Kneeling again I kissed her on the mouth, enjoying the way she opened her mouth as we kissed. Her lips were warm and wet. I cup'ed her breasts with my hands and then took the right one deep into my mouth.

"That's lovely," she said.

Sitting back on my haunches and looking up at her I said, "Do you want to know the truth?"

She nodded and so I said, "I am a vampire."

"A what!" She said. "Of course you are a vampire, silly me. Explains everything." She finished sarcastically.

"Lets, look at the facts shall we. Police deal in facts right?" I said moving back to the armchair. "I am a stranger to you and yet you have allowed me to sneak into your house without protest. I have made you dress up for me and tell me everything you know about your investigation. You have kissed me and are sitting in front of me with bare breasts. Normal behaviour for you I guess." I finished with a shrug and then let her have one final piece of evidence, "and by the way have you ever seen me out and about in daylight?"

She frowned and slowly pulled her dress back up, crossing her arms across her chest. Getting up she walked across the room her back to me.

"Why am I even talking to you?" She muttered. 

Getting up I walked over to her, she still had her back to me, so from behind I slid the straps of her dress back off her shoulders and pulled the dress so it fell to her ankles. 

"No don't," she said, but she did not protest when I picked her up and laid her naked body down on the sofa.

Kneeling on the sofa I lowered myself on top of her and began to kiss her. Using my hand to hold her face I made her continue to kiss me for some while. 

As I kissed her she undid my belt and pulled my trousers down. I allowed her to strip me completely. We kissed passionately, Millie trying to push her tongue into my mouth making her lips even more wet and delicious. My hand slid down the side of her face holding it in place as we kissed and kissed.

Kneeling up properly she looked down at my cock; she smiled, and began to stroke it with her hand. Moving herself closer she pushed its tip against her breasts as she continued to caress it. Slowly she began to turn her back on me, sliding her hand round so she continued to hold my cock. My hands slide up to her breasts and placing one hand around her neck I kissed her on the cheek.

She kissed me with long slow kisses, as wetting my finger I slid it down to her pussy and began to caress her. The attention to her slit made her moan and as I firmly grabbed her left breast with my hand she threw her hand back. Her lovely red hair touching my shoulders and making me tingle with excitement. Raising my hand from her breasts to her neck I pushed her head back further.

"Let me show you," I said and I bit her. She raised her hand to caress her own breasts, moaning as she did so.

I fed only briefly and returned to kissing her and I grabbed at both breasts with my hands. She slowly lowered herself, going onto all fours in front me. I licked at her pussy, running my hand up her tummy and right up to her breasts. Looking up I could see her reflection in a mirror across the room. I loved the sight of her red hair all over her face and her mouth open and eyes shut as she enjoyed me making love to her.

I kissed her on the back and looking back she moved her hair out of her face and kissed me one more time. Her hand returned to rubbing my cock as she kissed my chest and nipples. She gently lowered her head and as I helped her move her hair out of the way she slowly took my cock into her mouth. Leaving me to hold her hair she caressed my balls with one hand as she ran my shaft in and out of her mouth. She settled on holding my cock still with one hand as she sucked it. I held her hair off her face. Slowly she came back up my body kissing my chest, nipples and mouth before again attending to my cock, alternating between hand and mouth.

Able to resist no more I went to push her onto the sofa.

She shook her head and said, "No, upstairs, fuck me upstairs. It will be more comfortable." So picking her up I carried her upstairs to the bedroom I had first found her in. She squealed and giggled as I carried her up the stairs, kicking her legs as we went. I placed her on the bed and lay beside her. She lifted her left leg off the bed, opening her legs and I slid my hand between them. I gently rubbed her pussy and we again kissed passionately. Licking my fingers I wetted the tip of my cock as she slightly rolled onto one side. Holding her right leg tense in the air she gripped my leg with her hand as I entered her. She groaned with pleasure. Holding her leg in the air with my right hand I began to fuck her. My left hand caressed her breast. Gripping her leg and around her waist with my hands I fucked her hard.

As she moaned with delight, I bit her neck taking another brief feed. As I drank her arm reached behind her head pulling me into her neck. For a while I fucked her hard and drank her blood but all too soon I realised I had to stop before this went too far. I pulled away, moved her onto her back and began to lick her pussy again. I inserted a finger into her as she spread her legs. She lifted the right one over my body. I slide my finger in and out as I licked. Slowly she got back up onto all fours and as she pulled her bum cheeks apart for me I licked her pussy before sliding my cock into her. Her bum was in the air and her head on the mattress as I resumed fucking her. Holding her waist and then her shoulders as she lifted herself back up I screwed her from behind. Eventually her strength deserted her and her head flopped back onto the bed. Again she came back up as I slowed my thrusting a little, as I began to thrust harder she put her head back down again.

"Fuck, yes," she began to moan over and over as she came. 

Her head buried into the mattress as she enjoyed her orgasm. I withdrew my cock from her and after a moment she slowly lifted her head up, looked back at me smiling and then moved around to suck me again. Using my hands, I again moved her hair out of the way as she lifted her head and kissed me, before again sucking my cock. Pushing me onto my back she sucked me some more before sitting astride me and gently lowered herself onto my cock. She flicked her head to one side to get the hair out of her eyes. 

She began to slowly move up and down, lowering her head so it was on the pillow to the side of my face. I put my arms around her waist and alternated between driving her hard up and down and ensuring she travelled more slowly the full length of my cock. As I fucked her harder she moved more into an upright position, I moved my arms away as she rode me hard. Placing her hands either side of my head, she lowered her breasts enough for me to grab them as we screwed. 

She lifted herself off me, kissed me and I slowly caressed her pussy as she lay beside me. She lay smiling up at me as I stroked her, a hand around my neck. Lifting her up, I positioned her in front me, both of us in a sitting up position. Her arms grabbed around my neck as I slid myself into her again and in a close embrace we fucked again.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried again and held me so tight. 

She was pushing my head into her neck as she gripped me so I bit into her neck again. She came again. I lowered her onto her back, still drinking her blood and thrust into her as hard as I could gasping as I exploded inside her.

We both lay side by side in silence for some while, gathering our strength and thoughts from what had been an amazing fuck. Only with Sarah had it been this good for me.

"That's amazing," she said, "the best fuck of my life, but what did you do to me." She felt her neck where I had bit her. 

I smiled. "What else would a vampire do but drink the blood of his bride?" 

She gasped and rubbed at her neck before she smiled back at me. Her hand reached up to pull my head into her neck.

"Take more," she said.

Resisting her pull I told her. "No it's your turn to drink."

"Are you," she began nervously.

"Going to turn you into a vampire. No," I smiled, not today, "but I am going to make you my bride."

"Is Sarah not your bride already?" she replied.

"You will be my bride, just like Sarah," I confirmed, biting at my own wrist and pushing it into her mouth where she began to eagerly drink my blood. When she had taken enough I removed my wrist and gave her a long and slow kiss.

After such great sex we just lay holding each other on the sofa. 

Eventually I just said to her," go on ask me if you want to. I know everything you are thinking so there can be no secrets now."

"I was wondering if I was right, if you were connected to those deaths. Presumably you wanted Sarah to be your bride so killed her husband." She said lifting herself off my chest and gripping my arm. 

She quickly followed up with. "Not that it matters to me." 

I said, "you are mine, you have no will left and would do anything for me my love so don't worry I know I can tell you anything. If you really want the truth then yes I was involved and I will be involved in others. That's why having an ambitious policewoman as a bride is going to be so useful. I think your career is about to bloom."

We enjoyed another long kissing session and when we finally stopped Millie looking deeply into my eyes said, "I love you master." 



A Village Vampire Ch. 05



A difficult day

The men looked at each other nervously, their flatten noses, scars and physical bulk betrayed the fact they were former Special Forces. They never said whom for, but from their accent people would guess Eastern European. Generally at this point people cared more about the gun pointing at them than to inquire further. Used to working at night they hated the fact it was noon and were feeling very exposed in the daylight. The boss had said it had to be daytime and he was not someone even they argued with. Normally life for them now was dull; security work, keep the boss safe, but occasionally their more specialised skills were called upon.

The Ford they were driving slipped down the side of the convent building and into the quiet parking area that lay beside it. Pausing to look at each other, but not speaking, they both opened their car doors. It was hard to say if they were friends. There was definitely respect between them. They knew they had each other's backs, but perhaps friendship in their line of work would be a mistake. However, there was a shared telepathy from their training and the operations they had done, this made them a very efficient team.

Breaking in to the Convent was easy, especially as they already knew it was empty. The job had to be done now because the nuns were away for the day. Once in they had to think on their feet, to make a plan, but as they looked around they realised they were in luck. There was a gas supply, so that was easily the best way to do it. The building and everything in it was old and ill kept. There was lots of old furniture too, that would burn very well. They were in and out in no time, preparing the area and testing the charges as only professionals can. It would look like an accident.

A mile away from the village they finally relaxed, called the boss and told him the job was done. They were certain no one had seen them.

In the Comet it was now mid afternoon and I should have been enjoying my daytime rest, but I was awoken suddenly by the most unbelievable pain

It came completely out of the blue with no warning at all. I was absolutely crippled by it. It was excruciating. I think I thrashed about for a while, finding it unbearable, before passing out. 

Looking back the only thing I can compare it to, was when as a human, I hit my thumb with a hammer during some DIY. One minute I was bashing the last nail in and then wham the pain was so over whelming that I literally saw stars. You know like they do in cartoons? Ice, painkillers, screaming, nothing could stop the agony. I literally did not know what to do with myself!

As a human you have the comfort of knowing help is always near by, whether just for comfort or for medical issues. Of course with my thumb I did get help and eventually the pain became bearable. As a vampire when you are in trouble you are alone. What do you do? You can't call an ambulance.

Eventually I must of drifted back to sleep, but an unrelated thought kept appearing in my head. 

"It was not an accident."

When I finally woke up properly I was exhausted and unsure whether it had been a dream or real. Sarah was there, one of my brides always tried to be there at wake up time, making sure I had everything I needed for the night. Often we would make love before I went hunting, but I was too thrown by my "dream" for that. Again that message was there in my head. 

"It was not an accident." 

For now I parked that thought realising I was very hungry, in the back of my mind was the terror that the pain would return.

Pulling Sarah towards me I pushed her patterned black and white V-neck top off her left shoulder, pulling her bra strap with it. She eagerly co-operated loving the fact I was going to feed from her. I pushed her blond hair out of the way as I bit her. Her hand pushed my head into her neck, as she moaned in delight. I wanted to drain her, her blood tasting so good, but I forced myself to stop and instead told Sarah to find me someone else. This night I had no energy to hunt for myself. The joy of owning the hotel and having my Sarah running it for me, was victims were easy to find. Sarah kissed me on the forehead, told me to wait there and that she would sort it out.

A little later she returned with a lady who Sarah told me was a new receptionist. I shook hands with Sandy as she was called, my eyes locked on hers. She was quite stunning, Mediterranean looking with black hair and dark eyes. Sandy was about 5 and a half feet tall. I wanted her immediately and could tell my silent persuasion that she wanted me too, was working.

In my mind I ordered her to undress. Sandy face showed surprise, she nervously looked at Sarah before reluctantly stripping to a white bra, white knickers and white stockings. Stockings rarely did it for me, being a bare-leg man but these white holdups on her olive skin turned me on. So I made her leave them on and also told her to put her white shoes back on. 

My eyes took all of her beautiful body in, she was lovely, but my hunger was so overwhelming that I immediately grabbed her and bit her neck. This drink from her and the earlier one from Sarah would take the edge off my thirst. Sandy was such a turn on I wanted to screw her without my hunger getting in the way. 

Finally releasing her I sat on the sofa motioning for her to sit beside me. I felt some of my tiredness lifting. Sarah at this point finished tidying up Sandy's discarded clothes and quietly left us to it.

Sandy went to speak, but I put my finger to her lips and she fell silent.

Using my left hand I stroked her cheek and hair. She smiled at me and ran her hand down my chest. We kissed; quick short kisses at first, before longer and deeper. While we kissed she ran her hand over my chest and legs. My hands running through her soft silky hair.

I pulled her left bra strap off her shoulder, cupping her breast through the white lacy material before slowly pulling the cup away and running my hand across the hardening nipple. Holding the back of her neck I kissed her again. Her hand had now found my hardening cock and she was rubbing it through the material of my trousers. Her touch was amazing and my erection was already pushing against the restriction of my tight trousers. Her left hand reached up and gently pulled my hand away from her neck as she interlocked fingers with me. I reached down kissing and sucking on her breasts. I loved her dark olive skin.

She moved to lean back onto the sofa lifting her leg up and over me so I was between her thighs, as I turned sideways to pull her knickers off, tossing them onto the floor. Watching her intently I rubbed the flat of my hand across her pussy as she smiled back at me, her fingernails gently running up and across her breasts. She reached up and pulled my head down between her legs and using my tongue I slowly licked her clitterous as she guided my head with her hands. She began to moan. Moving back up her body I kissed her one more time.

Pushing me into position where we were both sitting up she continued to rub my cock through my trousers. She helped as I removed my shirt, her hand rubbing across my stomach before she held my face and kissed me. She ran her fingers down my whole body before resuming rubbing my erection, pausing; she undid my belt, button and fly. A smile across her face she ran her hand down into my trousers and pulled my cock out. Leaning over me she began to suck it, moving vigorously up and down. I rested my hand on her back as she gave me an amazing blowjob. I leant back lost in the pleasure of it. She paused briefly slowing rimming the tip with her tongue and giving me another wonderful smile.

I could wait no more I pushed her onto her front, removing her bra and entered her from behind. Supporting myself with one hand on the back of the sofa and one holding her waist I fucked her with long slow strokes.

She began to gasp. Wanting to enjoy her legs and feel her stockings I moved her onto her back and entered her again. Making her lift her legs into the air behind me. I fucked her faster and faster, using my waist to push in as hard as I could. Pausing occasionally to lift myself off her and run my hands up and down her legs. The stocking material was very erotic to the touch, her beautiful shapely legs helping to make the whole thing such a turn on. I especially loved the feeling of the tight muscles in the back of her thighs as I stroked them.

She began to moan, "yes baby. Yes baby." 

Pulling me back down she wrapped her arms around my back and held me tight. I licked and nuzzled her neck. She briefly dropped her left leg to the floor as I bit into her, harder than before. The shock of the bite made her gasp and lift her legs up again. I drank deeply as we both came. It had been a wonderful fuck and all the blood I had taken that night had made me feel more like my old self again. 

The words, "it was not an accident," appeared in my mind again.

We lay together for a while gently kissing and then stroking each other's body and holding hands. Turning her onto her back I took another long drink from her before Sarah arrived to help her dress and leave. Sarah had sensed I would drain this one more than usual so Sandy got to have the rest of the night off to recover.

Leaning back on the bed in the warm after glow of the fuck I was surprised to find Millie also coming to my room. Millie was now a Detective Inspector as with my help she had solved a good many cases. A telepathic master is a good thing for a policewoman to have. Today though she looked worried and so I sat up.

"I have some strange news," she said. "The convent in your old village has burnt down. Looks like a fault with the gas supply. There were the remains of three people found in the building. Nobody knows who the deceased are, as all the nuns were away. I fear it could be..."

At this point she stopped.

"You think it could have been The Countess, April and May," I said reading her mind. Both wives knew all about my turning and what had happened to me at the convent. The Countess had threatened me, but had not made any attempt since I fled to contact me, and had kept paying me the income she had promised. My feelings were pretty mixed as I considered the idea that she might be dead.

The words, "It was not an accident," came back into my mind, not to mention the pain and agony of the day before.

"Oh god," said both Millie and Sarah together, as they read what was going through my mind about my interrupted rest and the message.

"You think The Countess was calling you?" They asked. 

"I think," I began a hesitant reply, "its more like in this extreme moment I was connected to her mind. Yes that's how it feels. I could feel her agony and also her realisation someone had set the fire deliberately." Suddenly some things made sense and I began to get very angry. My vampiric rage that I fought to control rising inside me. Someone had caused me to suffer that horrendous pain and killed my vampire mother and sisters. 

"Someone was going to pay for this if it was not an accident." I announced. "We have work to do." I said solemnly to my brides.

Who did it?

The GP walked purposefully towards the car, got in and backed out of the parking bay. It was her, she was the nun's GP, having been briefly able to search her mind I was sure we had the right person. Now we needed to follow her, but also I needed to get out of the daylight. It was hurting. So as Millie drove off in our van I jumped from the front seat into the back allowing my burns to quickly heal, as they always did when I got out of the light.

It had taken us quite a long time to work out the Nun's GP must have been the one who gave away the fact that the convent would be empty that day. Millie had worked hard trying to investigate. There was no official investigation, it had been written off as an accident, and so she had worked on her own. Although I had helped her get promotion she really was a very good detective. I was so proud of her. She and I had focussed on the fact someone had known the nuns would be out that day. We worked slowly through various options; cleaners and postmen and others until finally their GP, "Rosie Round", had come into our sights.

It was becoming a frustrating evening. We had hoped to follow Rosie home and using Millie's police ID, get to talk to her at home, where I would search her mind. Unfortunately she had not gone home. She had come out of the surgery wearing a blue dress and this had given us a sinking feeling that it might be a long night.

So it was after midnight when Rosie finally walked up the street to her house. We had been following her the whole time. I knew immediately from her mind, as we got close, that she lived alone, so with Millie's help this was going to be straightforward.

"Dr Round?" Millie said holding out her warrant card. "I am DI Brown and we wondered if we could have a quick word with you inside."

"Oh... ok," replied Rosie before asking the usual anxious questions, things like was everyone ok? Millie smoothly calmed her fears and told her it would not take long. So we ended up seated in her lounge my eyes locked on Rosie's. She smiled warmly at me, allowing me to appreciate we had lucked into having a very lovely GP to question.

She was slim with bobbed blond hair and blue eyes. A nice curvy figure was being shown off well by the blue short dress she had picked. It was knee length and her bare legs were shapely. The deep V-neck allowed a nice view of her cleavage. I began to get both horny and hungry. Who cared if she knew anything?

Millie's voice in my head told me to focus and so I entered her mind, taking control, ordering her to tell us everything she knew. It didn't take long to learn, yes someone had asked her about the nunnery and she had let slip that the nuns were going away on a trip. He said he was planning to do some heavy work, drilling and digging outside on the road and was worried about the nuns being able to access the property. Using the fact they seemed so old and fragile as his reason to talk to her. It had seemed very odd to Rosie, but the man was physically large and intimidating, her nervousness making her play along. However, the way he had scared her, had made her watch him as he left and so she had seen his car. It was a Mercedes she said and she had written down his number, eventually discarding it, after she had calmed down. Unfortunately now she had no idea what the number was.

We left not really any the wiser and a bit depressed. Millie was going to see if she could locate any Mercedes in the area at the right time and place, but this was an affluent area. Mercedes were plentiful. 

It was a day or so later that I wondered if making Rosie drink my blood and so really tying our minds together would allow me to help her remember the number plate. This would of course make her my third bride. Sarah, Millie and I experimented with the idea that I could make them remember things they could not normally and amazingly it seemed to work. So we agreed it was worth a try. The need to convert the stunning Rosie into my bride was going to be such a chore for me Sarah and Millie commented dryly.

I phoned Rosie and got her to come to see me at the hotel. Determined to have a good time with this beauty, I made sure Rosie would come dressed to kill or at least to screw anyway. She was about to be my bride after all.

However, my other ladies had their own plan because I had the pleasant surprise of slowly coming out of my sleep to find Rosie standing over me looking anxious.

"The girls said you would like me in this," she said. She was wearing a red satin chemise, which was very short. The cups were lacy setting off her breasts beautifully. Admiring her whole body I had to agree the girls were right. I should of realised I did not need to arrange anything, Sarah and Millie would take over.

"Come!" I said holding my hands out.

Smiling she slowly pulled the duvet off me. My hand gently stroked the inside of her thigh as she knelt on the bed. Her skin was so soft the sensation of touching her inner thigh was incredible. She began to climb on top of me, my eyes appreciating the sexy red knickers she was wearing as she lifted herself over me.

We kissed as she wriggled on top of my naked body. The chemise rode up her body as I stroked her back and ran my hands down into the back of her knickers. Her kisses became more frantic as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her cheek and neck.

She sat up, rubbing her ass on me, a look of pleasure on her face as she felt my erection. Her hands resting on my chest as she moved up and down my body. I grabbed her waist encouraging her to wriggle on me harder. She began to get excited her breaths coming quicker as I ran my nails down her legs and then up inside her chemise.

Lowering her body onto mine, our tongues touched, as with her hand holding my face she kissed me. Rubbing her hands over my face as continued to kiss me. I loved the feeling of the chemise on my chest as the material rubbed against my skin.

"I'm so pleased you called me," she commented and gripping my arm as she spoke she said, "I want you to fuck me." 

Holding her short blonde hair I made her kiss me long and hard before kissing down her neck and across the top of her chest. Moving the bra cup aside and the strap off her shoulder I took her left breast deep into my mouth. Kissing the nipple with short sharp kisses made the chemise fall down and so with her other breast now bare I kissed that too. She tensed her body above me moaning with pleasure; her hand pushed my head into her tits.

Kissing me again on the lips, she wandered down my body kissing as she went. Reaching my cock she began to kiss and lick it, rubbing her hand all over its shaft. I reached down and touched her cheek, smiling at her. She continued to suck me. I loved the slow way she was licking me, a serious look on her face, as though she was concentrating hard, focussed on pleasing me, trying to understand what gave me most pleasure. I lay back letting her work her magic.

Eventually feeling like I would explode I sat up, and made her sit up too. She lifted her arms up for me so I could take her chemise off. Loving the look of her naked body I smiled and kissed her.

"Your so beautiful." I said.

"So are you," she replied laughing, "I love your dick."

Pushing her giggling head back down I made her continue to suck my cock. I leant back on my arms, tensing my body to heighten the pleasure.

She let out a "mmmm" noise and continued to suck and stroke me. 

Lifting up her head she pleaded, "fuck me." 

Smiling I slowly turned her around and got her onto all fours. Pulling her knickers down I began to lick her ass, making her gasp and moan. As I continued to lick her I guided her knickers down her legs, removing them completely. I then licked her harder, holding her ass tighter, and making her rock forward.

I pushed my cock into her. 

"Oh, god that feels so good," she moaned.

She initially fell forward, but then raised herself back up. My hands resting on her back as I moved in and out of her. We fucked like that for some while, my speed of stroke building, making her gasp louder and louder. I could sense this was one of the ways she really liked being screwed.

Finally getting uncomfortable being in one place for too long I rolled her onto her side. We slowly fucked, Rosie lying on the bed, with me behind her, holding one of her legs in the air. She reached down and pulled both her legs up so she was in a ball. A new experience for me, but it was amazing one. Her pussy feeling so tight, meaning I had to drive into her harder than ever. 

"Oh fuck, yes." I said in approval

She began to yell." Yes, yes," in return.

She smiled and begging me to carry on she closed her eyes. 




A Village Vampire Ch. 05



Rosie moved onto her back, one leg on the ground, one in the air which I held and so kneeling up I fucked her with long slow strokes making her come with a gasp. I exploded inside her, losing control for a moment as the orgasm overwhelmed me and then I moved myself on top of her. She moved her face to the side and so I bit her, drinking deeply. When I had drunk enough, I kissed her on the lips, stroking her breasts and body for several minutes. Her hands grabbed mine and made them squeeze her tits hard.

"That was incredible," she said trying hard to control her breathing.

Fucking Sarah and Millie had been different to all my other victims. They so loved being fucked by me that I had to make them my bride and now I sensed the same feeling in Rosie. I wanted her as my wife what ever she knew.

Lifting myself off her I smiled, bit my wrist and pushed it into her mouth. She drank eagerly. Pulling my wrist away after a while I drank from her again before again making her feed from my wrist. I felt our connection growing stronger and stronger. We repeated this several times until we were firmly bonded.

Later joined by Millie and Sarah my three brides lay with me stroking my body. I explained to Rosie my plan; I was going to explore her mind to try and get the registration plate of the Mercedes.

She nodded and let out a little squeal as I pulled her on top of me entering her mind as I did and telling her to think about the car she had seen. It was quite hard work, but eventually the mist cleared and I could clearly see the registration number of the Mercedes car. I released her mind and she flopped down onto my chest.

"Did you get it master?" She said kissing my chest, breathing heavily from the exertion.

"Oh yes," I replied. "We got it, you wonderful girl. We did it."

She lifted her head and with smiling eyes looked at me. 

I kissed her long and hard before kissing Millie and Sarah in the same way.

"I love you all." I announced. "Its now us four rather than us three," and they all nodded happily. "Now get out of here and let me rest." I said.

The three girls left giggling happily. I could see Rosie's plan was to compare notes on fucking me with the other two, but I knew they all loved screwing me, so what was left of my human ego was not threatened. More importantly they had jobs to do.

Millie's job was to find out about the car. Sarah and Rosie would get my new wife moved into the Comet. Rosie had been a great fuck and like Sarah and Millie her beauty meant I fancied her madly, but I also had the feeling having a doctor on the team would be useful.

It took a couple of frustrating days for Millie to turn up anything about the car. Rosie and I spent a lot of the time fruitfully, making love like newly weds do. Sarah and Millie got their fair share of sex too so everyone was happy. Eventually though there was a development, the most likely source of the car seemed to be a small shady dealer running a garage. The owner had a dodgy history of convictions and problems. Millie had already been to see Ron Volt the dodgy owner, but had turned nothing up. Cash buyer, not my fault his details were fake, was his unhelpful response. Millie was however convinced that he knew more than he was saying. So once again it was necessary for me to help.

There was another surprise as Millie and I were heading down to the van that evening to go and see Mr Volt. Sarah intercepted us and gave me a number of a Mr Atkins who wanted me to call him. 

"He says it is important," she told me and in a surprised tone added, "he seems to know The Countess."

Intrigued, confused and also surprised, but with no time to do anything there and then I filed the number away for when I had a moment to call him.

"He may run a dodgy dealership, but he sure as hell has a nice house." I gasped as we turned into the driveway of the residence of Mr and Mrs Volt.

"Makes you think doesn't it," replied Millie.

Ron Volt's face dropped and he groaned as he opened the door to Millie and I. He went to shut it in our faces, but a strategically placed foot by Millie stopped him. Happily it did not take long for me to break into his mind and get him to co-operate. As I walked in to the hall I noticed a pretty woman in a black denim shirt and black trousers standing in the kitchen. The attire gave her a bit of a Wild West look, as though she was about to go line dancing or something. As ever lust for a potential victim sprung up inside me, and the scent of her blood made me feel very thirsty.

"This must be your lovely wife," I said and Mrs Volt and I shared a smile allowing me to delve a little into her mind.

Mr Volt however ignored both his wife and my question. He led us from the hall into the lounge and sat on the sofa. It took only a few moments for me to get him to open up and so leaving him to tell Millie all she wanted to know I went to track down Mrs Volt. I was feeling in need of some refreshment. The drive had been a long one.

She was still in the kitchen, cooking, her face dropped when I walked in and she took a long deep breath. Her blonde hair was short; she had brown eyes, which had a worried look. I could sense that her husband never let strangers into the house and she was unhappy not knowing what we wanted or who we were. She had grasped we were police and had seen her husband in trouble many times before. There was a resigned sense of here we go again in her mind.

I placed my hand on the side of her cheek and slowly pulled her towards me for a kiss. She hesitated, gave me a brief kiss and then kissed me properly. Her face was confused, but each kiss was longer and more enthusiastic than the last. I pulled my face away and then my hand. Her head moving to try and maintain contact with my fingers for as long as possible. She was now wearing an apron so I pulled at the cord around her waist, pulling the bow apart and letting the white apron fall onto the floor.

"Take off your shirt." I ordered.

"What here?" she replied.

"Yes here." I said firmly. Her hand pushed some hair back over her ear and she sighed deeply, but looking down she started to pull open the poppers of her shirt. Halfway down she stopped, looked at me for a moment, and then continued. Slowly a white lace bra came into view. When the poppers were all open she ran a hand through her hair and sighed again. I pulled the left side of her shirt open a little and she took the hint and slowly took it off for me. Mrs Volt dropped it on the floor standing quite still, head bowed. My hand ran down her neck making her shiver. I ran a finger under her left bra strap, gently pulling it off her shoulder, as I did this, she leant forward, unclipped her bra and dropped it on top of her shirt. Smiling I pulled her forward for another long kiss, my finger gently rubbing her right breast, loving its softness and the way her nipple was going hard between my fingers. My head moved to kiss her cheek and then her neck.

"Who are you?" she managed to gasp.

I looked at her and slowly ran my index finger down her upper chest and breasts. Again she shivered. My hand rested on a chain around her neck, with a tug I broke it and dropped it. Metal had a tendency to burn my skin like sunlight and so I wanted it out of the way. The only reason us vampires have to avoid crucifixes.

"Who I am is not important," I said, "its what I need that matters. I need your blood." Pushing her head to one side I bit her. She gasped but did not struggle. When I had slated my thirst I kissed her gently and went back to the lounge finding Millie ready to leave.

It took a few more days of hard work by Millie to assemble all the facts. Finally we all met in my hotel room to go over what we knew. Some men who worked for a Mr Jarvis Alonin had bought the car. Mr Volt dealt with Mr Alonin's people a lot, although he was clearly terrified of them. So Mr Alonin might of been the one who had got his lackeys to burn down the convent and so kill The Countess. He was into many things drugs, prostitution, gambling. The rumour was he was trying to get into oil and give his business a legal front to it. All round a real nasty piece of work. The police had nothing on him, but knew he was someone who was ruthless if anyone got in his way.

It still seemed probable the killing of The Countess and her daughters was an accident and we also did not know why he did it, but that would not stop my revenge coming down on him. We also knew he spent much of his time running a club in town which catered for all a "gentleman's" needs. Gambling, escorts, that kind of thing. We decided therefore that Sarah and I would visit the club and see if we could lure Mr Alonin out, read his mind and confirm it was him. Mr Volt was unable to tell us who the man in the Mercedes was. He deliberately ensured he didn't know names or details. Maybe he was one of the people to have actually set the fire. At this stage who knew? 

"Oh well if you are taking me to this club I will just have to go shopping," said Sarah cutting across my thoughts. It was true if we were going to the club we would have to look the part. Rosie and Millie announced they were going shopping with her and my brides began to get excited about the trip. In the end we agreed they would all get outfits as it might take more than one visit. The atmosphere was full of excitement as we managed a four-way hug and got ready to put our plan into action.

During the next day while they shopped I broke my rest to phone the mysterious Mr Atkins. I learnt he was a solicitor who handled The Countess's affairs. He explained she left no instructions on how to deal with her estate if anything happened and then said something that shocked me.

"You vampires expect to live forever, so guess it never occurred to her she would need a will."

"You know what she was and what I am?" I replied aghast.

"Of course dear boy." He replied. "Well to be precise I knew she was a vampire and I assumed she had turned you. She never did you know. Turn people I mean. Most of her, sorry your kind, become bloodthirsty killers and get noticed and destroyed. So she hated the idea of creating more killers. You must have been pretty special. "

"Me, special, no, I am afraid you have that wrong." I replied. "I think all I did was let her down."

There was a pause as I began to appreciate more what she had been trying to teach me.

Mr Atkins coughed and then continued, "Please don't worry your secret is safe with me and my firm. Indeed I hope you will allow my company to continue to look after your affairs as we did hers. The firm has dealt with The Countess for many generations."

"OK, that would be helpful, carry on as you have been." I said without thinking. My mind was trying to come to terms with an idea that had never occurred to me. A human being would know about us and be relaxed about knowing. Upsetting him seemed like a bad idea, but I could also sense how scared he was of me. Mr Atkins and I had a long chat trying to put each other at ease. He had looked after The Countess's considerable estate and when he heard about the convent tried to contact her. In the end realising she was one of the three victims. Unsure what to do, and with me as the only other person connected to her through the income she was paying me, he decided I should get the whole estate.

Of course I thanked him warmly and made him take a large payment from the estate for his trouble. Again it seemed to me this was someone else I needed on my team if I was to survive.

We agreed I would send someone over to see what getting the estate meant and to meet Mr Atkins and generally sort out what had to be done. Rosie seemed to be the ideal person to deal with all of this. I was shocked to learn I was now a billionaire, owned a jet and many houses around the world. Mr Atkins also assured me he knew how to move me around the world safely, allowing for what he called my special needs.

"There was only one thing," he said nervously. 

"Let me guess, I can't bite you or your family." I observed, realising even over the phone I could read his mind. I realised this was something he knew how to do. He would open his mind, so presumably The Countess could relax that he was not hiding anything.

"That's right. Do you give me your word?" He replied.

The way he said it and what I saw in his mind made me realise for him this was no laughing matter. A human dealing with so powerful a beast of course fears the beast turning on him and so I gave him my solemn word. I meant it too.

The ladies returned early evening from their shopping trip. A couple of suits for me and I waited with bated breath to see what outfits they had bought. 

Sarah's dress was amazing, dark blue and below the knee in length. It was cut low across her wonderful breasts with straps starting narrow and then tapering out as they went over her shoulders. At the back it had a diamond shape cut out with a couple of buttons at the top to hold it together. Seeing a woman's bare back in a dress was always sexy. There were buttons all the way down the back of the skirt. I felt my cock go immediately hard as I saw her.

"You look amazing." was all I could say. As I have said I loved and fancied all three of my brides, but tonight Sarah did look incredible.

A laughing Rosie sat bedside me and ran her hand over my groin.

"I think he likes it," she laughed and Sarah did a little curtsey and blushed.

The other outfits were held back. The girls insisting that I would only see them when I was taking them out. The bill for the clothes was enormous.

"We better win big at this club." I groaned before thinking as a billionaire I could afford it now what ever happened.

Not catching my prey

The club was pretty special, something beyond my modest experience. The ladies on the door were stunning, dressed in short black little numbers which struck a nice balance between sexy and elegant. They were well spoken and charming to us as we entered.

The security men although clearly bulky and able to handle themselves were also respectful and in the background. They called you sir or madam and were more than able to make light conversation with humour. So you knew they were there but I assumed as long as you behaved they would be invisible.

The room was amazing. The carpet pile was deep and luxurious, the gambling tables made of the finest mahogany, the lights above a row of crystal chandeliers that glistened. The casino clearly had been built with a no expense spared approach. The money lavished upon it meant it lacked nothing in style and glamour.

Sarah and I stood at the door taking the whole scene in. The people attending the club were all well dressed; expensive suits and designer dresses. The ladies dripped in jewellery and top brand accessories. Fortunately we had both dressed to fit in. Sarah looking stunning in her dress and she had added some fine earrings and a necklace, so she looked like a woman of means.

We headed for the bar. Actually perhaps bars would be a better word, as it was huge. Firstly there was a Champagne bar at one end, then a cocktail bar in the middle and at the other end a more traditional area serving all the usual spirits, wine and beers. Sarah ordered a cocktail from the list and I of course had to settle for water.

An incredibly attractive lady appeared at our side.

She said, "Hi I am Chantel, my colleague said you wanted to open an account Mr Greenson?"

"Yes please." I replied.

So we sat with the young lady. Deposited a million pounds into my account and listened whilst she explained about the casino. The games we could play, how we could learn to play them if we weren't experienced. The rooms and other facilities the club offered. Paperwork done, the lady left telling us to ask if we had any questions, and wishing us an enjoyable evening.

The question we wanted to ask, but couldn't, was how did we get to meet Mr Jarvis Alonin?

Sarah and I sat at the poker table and as planned Sarah began to play. Poker had been a favourite game of mine as a human so even if I had no great talent I knew what to do. My telepathy would now give me an unfair advantage. Using my ability to read people's minds I could of course work out the right hands to bet on and those not to. My link to Sarah's mind then told her how to play and what to do.

Occasionally as well I could get another player to make a mistake. Finally one of those "movie" moments arrived when a player had a great hand, but Sarah had a better one. She went all in and won big. At least this had us noticed, but we were no nearer a meeting. In films this kind of hand results in a fight and people yelling cheat. Here people just wished us congratulations.

So we left the casino around a million pounds up, but no nearer a meeting. A million pounds up, pretty funny for an ordinary guy from a little village.

So we returned the next night for a repeat performance, this time I took Rosie. Hoping that big wins with two different women would get us noticed.

Rosie had dressed in black. Her outfit was just as great as Sarah's. She had picked a knee length dress, with a large slit up the side to show off her legs. Red shoes, with a very expensive diamond necklace, setting off the V-neck top. Much like Sarah did, she got very admiring looks. Again we played poker, winning some big hands and we again quit when we were about a million pounds up. Once more no one came near us so we left richer, but no nearer our goal. It all seemed like a game of monopoly being two million pounds up. Very unreal.

The third night I went back again, this time with Millie. I had not wanted to take her, as there was a chance someone would recognise a DI who had been sniffing around, but we needed to get a reaction. Millie dressed to be noticed for sure, abandoning the elegance of Sarah and Millie for a more obvious style. Her black dress was short way above the knee and very low cut, showing most of her breasts. Her hair hung over her shoulders with bright red lipstick, finally black high-heeled shoes and bare legs meant no man could not look twice. 

Once again we played and once again we won. Telling Sarah and Millie it was ok to join us, all four of us gathered at the club for the last hour and we loudly celebrated our success, hoping someone would take the bait. At four o'clock in the morning security very politely asked us to leave, as it was closing time. Frustrated I wondered if withdrawing the money would work so I went to get my £3.2 million pounds profit, leaving just the deposit I started with.

The lady cashier congratulated me. Transferred the money to the account I gave her and with a smile said they hoped to see me soon. Deflated we left. In some ways it was funny most people would be over the moon with such a win.

Closing in

So we cut a pretty miserable foursome when we met up the following evening. We had tried to prick Alonin's protective bubble, but there had been no reaction. Its fair to say I was a little nervous he was keeping his powder dry and would attack us when we were not expecting it, but although I kept my eyes and mind open I saw or sensed nothing untoward.

A couple of nights later Millie arrived having completed more investigations into Mr Alonin. The good news was she was sure she had identified his main two heavies. One was called Darius Kronkin and the other Petru Golov. From what the authorities knew it was a reasonable guess that Mr Alonin would use these gentlemen to set such a fire. Of course at this point we did not know if he had. The look into their backgrounds was encouraging, former Special Forces who had worked as mercenaries for a while before going into employment with Mr Alonin. It was believed they were normally his security but capable of so much more when needed. Rosie confirmed one of them had been the man she met and of course had bought the car, so lots of evidence, but as they say in the movies "only circumstantial."




A Village Vampire Ch. 05



The brightest news was that Mr Alonin did have an assistant. She worked business hours at his house, ran his diary and clearly was now our best shot at getting a meeting. Millie had also discovered she was separated from her husband living alone with a daughter. Time to spring into action once more. The PA was called Mrs Willow McKenzie.

So it was the following evening when Sarah and I in our van arrived outside Willow McKenzie's house. As we pulled up, Millie jumped into the van, to report she had seen Mrs McKenzie go into the house after picking her daughter up from school. It was now late enough to assume said daughter would be in bed, hopefully this would allow me to seduce Mrs McKenzie without interruption.

Kissing both Sarah and Millie I headed off with their good luck wishes. Millie was going back to work having worked on our unofficial case all day. Sarah would hang around, waiting for me, in case I needed her and also so I could get a lift home.

The house stood on its own surrounded by small grounds and so on a whim I walked down the side of the house wondering if perhaps I could gain access from the back. As I walked, I mused that so often these days I needed the talents of a housebreaker, something I was clueless about.

This time though housebreaking was not necessary as the backdoor was unlocked. Thank god for people living in areas they perceived to be safe. I quietly opened it, listening, straining all my super hearing. The house appeared silent except I could pick up a faint moaning from far away. Moving through the kitchen into the lounge I began to appreciate the moaning and heavy breathing that I could also now hear was coming from upstairs. The noise grew louder as I climbed the stairs and now I could also pick up the sound of slow breathing which reassured me the daughter was fast asleep in her room.

The door was a little ajar and so I was able to observe that Willow McKenzie was lying naked on the bed, one hand between her legs as she masturbated. She was softly moaning as her fingers moved feverously across her pussy. In the air was the scent of dampness and soap. This was a lucky night. She had even showered for me.

So I moved into the room managing to close the bedroom door behind me before Willow realised she was not alone. She sat up abruptly, but before she could scream and grab for her robe I was in her mind stopping her. The suggestion that she should lie back and continue to pleasure herself was readily received. So she lay watching me, stroking herself and moaning with pleasure, as I removed my clothes.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes and a face covered in the most wonderful freckles. She wore diamond earrings, which hung as a little globe from each ear and a necklace, which had a similar diamond ball hanging from it. 

Now naked I moved to join her on the bed. I moved to kneel between her legs holding the top of her left thigh in my hand, settling down to lay on the bed I let my tongue slowly lick her pussy. She laid still, her hands above her head and her eyes closed as I licked. Up and down, round and round, went my tongue making her run her hands across her body and to bring her legs up so they were bent. The soles of her feet were flat on the bed.

Holding her head in my hands I kissed her. Her earrings slightly burnt the skin on my hand and so I made her remove them and also her necklace.

I kissed her again. Her lips were briefly hard and unresponsive but then she began to eagerly kiss me back. As we kissed I ran my hands over her breasts and her back before kissing her neck. She threw her head back with a giggle. My lips and hands explored all over her body before she finally flopped back onto the bed, her hands on top of her head and so I resumed kissing and licking her pussy.

She lay still as my tongue continued to probe her, making her moan and gasp with the pleasure. She resumed running the tips of her fingers all over her body before reaching down to caress my head. Pinching her breasts hard she slowly got up and got me to lie on my back. Kneeling over me she held my cock in her left hand and began to suck it. My hand stroked her ass and her back before she came up for a long kiss.

"Fuck me," she said. "Please, I want to feel you inside me." 

She rolled onto her side with her back to me as I held my cock ready to enter her. She lifted her right leg into the air moaning softly as I entered her. Holding her leg in the air with my hand I began to move in and out of her very gently and slowly. Her hand stroking her clitterous as I did. Once again her hand played with her breasts as I fucked her, building up the speed of my stroke and lifting her leg higher as her wetness lubricated my cock. My head began to nuzzle and kiss her neck as her moaning began louder. Her hand rubbing my neck as I kissed her over and over.

I had never fucked a woman who used her hands so much, rubbing them all over her body. I could sense in her mind how much that turned her on and I loved the fact it did.

She rolled onto her front and I entered her from behind. My arms straight, fists resting on the mattress so I was above her body. Using my waist as leverage I fucked her with long hard strokes, her hands gripping the side of the mattress, eyes closed, breaths coming in short sharp bursts. I used my hands to grip her ass getting more leverage, making her scream with the pleasure of it. Sliding my hands under her I was able to lift her slightly off the mattress. The new angle giving her even more pleasure. Leaning down I kissed her back as she raised herself up a little to meet my lips. Kissing her on the cheek and cupping her breasts before she rolled over onto her back.

She lay on her back, head to the side as I kissed and licked her neck. I screwed her with fast, hard strokes as she wrapped her legs around me, begging me to carry on. As her left hand reached my ass to push me into her I bit her neck and began to drink her blood. She gasped using the other hand to push my head into her neck. I fucked her and drank her blood this way for a while. Her gasps became shorter and louder as she finally came.

Thinking I had drank enough of her blood I ceased, bringing myself more into an upright position and pulling her left leg onto my shoulder. I continued to screw her until I came too. I smiled, looking down at her gently rubbing her tits as she looked up at me. I realised how sexy her freckles made her look until I closed my eyes and lost myself in my orgasm. When I had shot my load into her I reached down to kiss her some more, on the lips and down to her breasts. Her hands holding my head as I did.

I imagined we were done, but she made it quite clear she wanted more by pushing me onto my back. She briefly sucked my erection back to full hardness then moving on top of me slid my cock into her again. She placed her legs either side of my body and leaning back on her hands she rode me. I lay still watching her fuck me. Her weight moved onto one hand so the other could pinch, pull and stroke her breasts.

When she was bored of this she got herself into a more upright position and screwed me that way, her hands resting on the top of her head. Again I loved watching her, eyes closed, moaning, hands running all over her body and mine. She gradually slowed the up and down motion as she came with such a strong orgasm it overwhelmed me as well as he . She stayed above me for some while stroking her breasts and body until I could stand it no more and I pulled her down, bit her again and drank some more of her blood.

It was an hour or so later when we had both recovered enough for me to start exploring how to meet Alonin. In the end it seemed easiest for me to visit the house when Willow was able to tell me that Mr Alonin and his heavies were there. The problem was it would be daylight. However there seemed no other way, so I left Willow with that plan and instructions to call me when the opportunity was there.

Kissing her one more time I went to leave with her pleas to come back and see her soon. I simply told her I would speak to her when she had some news about Jarvis. He was my priority, although she was an incredible lay.

Sarah waved at me from across the street as I walked across the road and jumped in the car. We were chatting happily on the way back to the hotel, relaxed and not expecting any trouble when suddenly a car overtook us and stopped suddenly. We had to brake hard and screeched to a halt. The road where this had happened was very quiet. Sarah and I looked at each other nervously. Sarah grabbing my hand as we both saw two heavy, thick set men had just got out of the car in front of us. 

She went to grab the gear stick planning to reverse us out of trouble but I stopped her.

"It looks like they are on to us," I said grimly. "Wait here."

Yelling in my head for Millie to send help I jumped out of the car coming face to face with both Kronkin and Golov. Kronkin grabbed me throwing me against the car.

"You really don't want to do that," I said smiling.

"Oh yea," he smiled, "don't suppose I want to do this either." For me the next movements happened in slow motion. The joy of having vampire speed and strength. As Kronkin threw his right hand to punch me I caught his hand. He screamed as I crushed it, making him drop to his knees and then picking him up I threw him into Golov. As they hit the ground together, rolling apart as they fell. I was immediately on top of them, my fist hitting both of them in quick succession, knocking them both out.

"Not bad," said Sarah with a smile jumping out of the van now it was safe. She walked round to open the back of the vehicle so I could throw the two men in. I jumped in the back with them, unsure if they would come round quickly or not. Mentally chatting with Millie to arrange a meeting place as I did. 

Millie routed us to an abandoned factory she knew. It would be very quiet and easy to spend as long as we needed talking with our guests. Perfect I told her as she promised to meet us there.

Time for a chat

It was a pleasure to throw the water into their faces and watch as they came round coughing and spluttering. We had cuffed them, but it was hardly necessary as I immediately took over their minds and bent them to my will. So very quickly we knew it was them that had set fire to the convent and it was Mr Alonin that had ordered it.

It was good to know after all this time and work that we had been right. A plan formed in my head and after an hour of chatting and agreeing tasks we sprung into action. My revenge was about to descend on Mr Jarvis Alonin.

A police car picked up the two thugs after Millie had created signed confessions from them. She had spent ages with them going over and over their statements making sure she had recorded every fact. Naturally it very heavily incriminated Alonin. The rest of us hid as Millie handed over the men to the bewildered police officers. Her abrupt waving away of their questions stopped the PC's awkward queries.

The confessions would have to be redone at the station, but with my control of them we knew they would follow the script.

Willow McKenzie could feel her heart beating fast in her chest as she drove up the drive of the house. It was not her style to drive fast or to order her boss around, but moving fast was essential and he was in great danger. She had phoned ahead and told Jarvis to get dressed and pack, so when she skidded to a halt on his gravel drive he already had the front door open.

He now sat fidgeting in the passenger seat.

"How do you know all this?" he asked.

"I told you," Willow replied. "Kronkin phoned me and told me they were going to the police and that I should do the same. I did some checking with a friend and its true they are both in the police station right now. I am pretty sure they are grassing you up."

"I don't believe you," he yelled. "They wouldn't, couldn't.

"I am sorry Mr Alonin but its true." Willow replied. "Trust me. Let me get you out of here," she continued. "You were there for me when my husband left so let me help you now."

She felt him relax a little in the passenger seat.

"You are a good girl." He said. "Thank you. I will kill those bastards if you are right." He threw an envelope onto the back seat. "That's the papers for the farm and the convent. Look after them for me in case I am not back for a bit."

The rest of the journey continued in awkward silence and it was not until they arrived at the airport and came to a halt beside a plane that Jarvis spoke again.

"That's not my plane." Alonin said looking confused.

"I couldn't get your plane. I told you that on the phone, so I hired a different one," replied Willow winding down her window. The sound of jet engines and the familiar smell of an airport hit their senses. However they froze when in the distance there was the sound of sirens. 

"Quickly, get on and go," shouted Willow.

Deciding to wait no longer Jarvis Alonin did something he had never done before in his life, he ran. Running out of the car, up the steps and into the plane.

Willow McKenzie watched as the second Jarvis disappeared into the plane, the steps were pulled away, the door closed and it began to taxi. She stood watching as the plane thundered down the runway. A police car, now silent, stopping at her side, as she stood looking into the distance. A young woman got out.

"You must be Rosie." Willow said more as a statement than a question, she did not turn and look at the new arrival.

"Did it go as planned?" asked Rosie nervously.

"Oh yes, especially your siren, nicely timed." Willow replied and without saying another word she grabbed an envelope from her car, passed it to Rosie and then drove off. Rosie sat on the bonnet of the car. She was sitting there a long time before she stood up, shielding her eyes as tiny flashing lights reappeared in the sky, the sound of a jet plane reaching her ears as the lights grew brighter and then finally the jet landed, taxied and stopped by her car.

When the steps were reattached and the door opened I was able to run down the steps and join her. The hugs and kisses were wonderful.

"Its done then?" She asked.

"Sorted." I replied and it was. 

The body would wash up on the shore in a few days. The press had a field day explaining who and what Jarvis Alonin was. How his own people put Mr Jarvis Alonin's name in the frame for arson and murder and how with the game up he had committed suicide, jumping from a jet over the English Channel. DI Millie Brown was credited with doing most of the detective work. The men who had confessed to the police were now remanded in custody awaiting trial for several counts of murder, demanding money with menaces and a range of other offences.

That was all in the future, but for now jumping in the passenger seat of the car I announced. "Take me home my love."

As she drove off Rosie passed me the envelope from Willow. I leafed through the paperwork that showed the late Mr Alonin had bought up all the land around the convent.

"It was about Fracking." I told Rosie. "The land he bought has great potential for Shale oil but he needed the convent for access and to ensure planning permission. He killed them to make himself even richer."

"What are you going to do?" asked Rosie. 

There was a long pause as I tried to think what to do. I hated the idea of my village being ripped apart because of Fracking and then it came to me. 

"Give the lot to the church." I replied. "Get them to rebuild the convent and use the farm to pay for it. That should make sure my little village doesn't end up as a Fracking site."

And that's what we did.