0 comments/ 6283 views/ 6 favorites Bangkok by Night By: BrainVamp Note: some of my characters will speak foreign languages. I could have left the original text (because of course I'm prefectly fluent in both indi and thai ;-)) but for your sake I decided to translate it into bad english (;-) again). So to signify that the characters aren't speaking in english I've inserted the - sign at the begining and ending of each sentence. This technical little convention being set, i wish you all a good read and hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it... Comments are highly apreciated. ------------ 1. The hot spring sun is about to rise from behind the chrome and glass skyscrapers of central Bangkok. The economical beating heart of the Siamese peninsula is buzzing with its twelve million workers having breakfast and getting ready to go to work. A completely different kind of breakfast is taking place in one of the many back rooms of a miserable Karaoke parlor of the Pat Pong district. Let´s clarify here, Karaoke parlors are not the same in Asia as they are in America. When in the western world, people go there to sing poorly and drink a lot, in Asia it's a gentlemen's only entertainment bar. The miserable singing and the excessive drinking does take place but it's not the main activity. The main activity involves young poor girls providing older lonely men with the comfort of a warm body and a nice rub. In the Karaoke parlor we are talking about, the woman who is having breakfast is neither younger than her client, despite the fact that she does look younger, nor warmer, as she's as cold as a Popsicle in the arctic. If she's cold as the dead, it´s because she has been for quite some time and to keep walking in the night of her native city she needs, from time to time, to have a breakfast like the one she's having right now. It's a strange breakfast where the traditional warm noodle soup is not the main course. It's a strange breakfast made essentially of blood. No Irish pudding blood but warm human blood taken from the source directly from the neck of the main character, me. I am, or was, a high school boy with all the troubles of a not so popular high school boy could have. What am I doing in Thailand? Well I live here because my parents work here. I've been living here for the last three years and sadly I'm dying here right now. "Sadly", it´s strictly a manner of speaking as even if I'm technically going to die - all things are destined to die at some point - I'm soon going to be reborn a much more interesting creature. I'm having mixed feelings at the moment. The avid fangs buried in my neck are quite painful, but at the same time the voracious vagina pumping sweat, saliva and sperm from my sore dick is quite pleasant. It's been a while since I had sex and it feels damn good to shake the webs from my far too often polished genitalia. As I drift away into darkness my last thought goes to my parents who will worry a lot. How sweet... And indeed as the day goes by and my body goes through amazing changes, people I used to care for start worrying. When I don't show up at school at 7:45 my classmates worry, there's Mary my best friend and confident, there's Fanny, the half Canadian, half Thai weird girl, there's Madeline, the chubby funny girl who always hangs out with an older crowd and there's Tiffany, the so small yet so hot sweet morsel. When I don't show up in class, my teachers worry, especially my Spanish teacher who's always been so good to me. When I don't show up at home my mother worries, she then calls my father who worries in turn. But the sun will soon be setting over Bangkok and I will rise anew... Absolute darkness surrounds me when I wake up. My lungs are filled with dirty water, my arms are entangled in what feels like seaweed. My first reaction is to panic. I know it's the worst course of action, but somewhere deep inside I'm still human. After a while, realizing that the lack of air is not a problem for me, I start swimming towards what seems to be up. I hit the bottom of the body of water I have been dumped in. I turn around and finally pierce the surface of the Chao Phraya, the large river that cuts Bangkok in half. I swim towards the shore. Sitting on the south bank of the river, I spit and caught the damn filthy water from my mouth and lungs. My pockets are empty and my shoes are gone, taken either by the one who dumped me or by the strong current of the river. A tuk tuk driver approaches me. By the look he gives me, I must be a terrible mess. He spits something in Thai. Over the last three years, I've learned a very basic version of the language that shouldn't allow me to understand, but to my amazement I understand perfectly. " - Are you all right? -" There something odd with his skin, it's kind of ... transparent. I can see his veins and arteries; I can see his blood... The thought of it makes my mouth water. I feel uneasy, hungry and horny. With all the strange illnesses running wild in south East Asia, it's not uncommon to find this kind of freaks. I shake my head and tell him to fuck off. Cursing my mother and my loins, he moves away. I stand still for a while letting my body gather forces. Really soon, I feel much better but I can't shake the hunger and the horniness. Finally I walk away. 2. The walk home is a long one but as I progress through the crowded streets of Bangkok I feel stronger with every naked step I take. Life explodes around me, people walking, cycling, running, people working, sleeping, fighting, people talking, screaming, singing, people going home, going to work, going out. Each and every one of them appears to me in a new light. It's hard to explain but tiny details I would have missed appear to me in their exquisite perfection. The place and purpose of everything makes sense to me, now. The man has to cross the street in front of the overloaded bicycle that in turn will have to modify its path to cross the trajectory of the truck from which a cage full of chickens will fall, bumping into the motorcycle making the girl on it fall and hurt her hands. I see it as it happens, but I anticipate the outcome as well. The girl is hurt... There's blood on her long white gloves... Blood... I want to get closer, I want to help the girl and help myself, I want to... An old woman is screaming at me. " - Foreign Demon! -" Is she screaming at me or screaming about me? I don't know but people are starting to notice me so I move on leaving the girl with her blood and her pain and the old woman with her racism and her superstitions. Eventually, I reach the residential quarter of Sukhumvit. My whole life is here: most of my friends live here, my school is here, my house is here. The three stories high residence I call home stands in front of me. My room is on the third floor, my parents have large bedroom on the second floor and the maid lives in a small bungalow by the pool. Savitree opens. Savitree is the maid, she started working for us a year and a half ago, she's nineteen and it's her first experience working for foreigners. Her cooking is great and despite her poor English we often have a good laugh. She seems highly relieved to see me but as I enter she wrinkles her small impish nose. I must smell terrible. "Are you O-Kay, Bri-an?" she asks. "Yes..." I stop for a second. I haven't taken the time to think about what happened to me. It's still very confusing and the deliciously slender line of her neck is so appealing that I decide to postpone the thinking part to a later time, after a shower for instance. "Yes, yes, I'm all right." "Everybody very worry," she insists, "Ma-ma at police, very worried. I call her, her happy." I can't take my eyes of her neck, of the vibration of life under it. She turns around and goes to the phone. I follow her. My dick is painfully erected in my pants. "Hello, Ma-dam?" I want to take her in my arms. "Good news, ma-dam." I want to kiss her. "Bri-an is home." I want to stick my dick up her virginal twat. "He smells very bad." I want to eat her. She hangs the phone and turns around to find me just behind her. She jumps, I step back. Panicked I run up the stairs. What the hell was that? I was about to rape the maid! Leaving my clothes on the ground I rush into the shower. The cold water on my shoulders has a powerful soothing effect. A mix of soap and dirt from the river flows down the drain. Once I'm done, I wrap a towel around my waist and exit into my room. Savitree is sitting on the bed. Once again I'm submerged with the need to fuck her. I try to hide the bulge of the towel but she doesn't seem to mind. Her stare is a bit blank; she smiles as she starts to unbutton her white shirt. She struggles for a bit with her bra before releasing her perky brown tits from their prison. " - Savitree? -" I ask both extremely horny and extremely ashamed. " - What are you doing? -" " - I do what you ask, Bri-an, -" she answers. Did we just spoke in Thai? " - Savitree, I never asked you to... -" " - Yes, you did Bri-an. You told me in my head, -" she interrupts me before letting her long skirt fall on her knees. She steps out of the circle of fabric at her feet with only her white panties on. The smell of her pussy running soaked with her juices reaches my nose trills. I let the towel fall among my clothes and close the gap between us. Her tiny hands take my dick and start stroking. I grab her face with both my hands and our tongues engage in a delightful ballet. The stroking intensifies. My hands are on her jaw; I lift her head and start licking her neck. The delicious pulsation of her blood behind her skin electrifies my lips. Instinctively I bite. I bite hard. I bite so hard that the skin breaks and her blood starts pouring down my throat. She moans pulling harder on my dick. The delicious nectar of her life is quenching my thirst. I release her, letting the marvelous blood flow down her chocolate colored chest. My incisors are long and sharp in my mouth. I'm starting to understand. I grab her by the neck and rise her in the air, she looks at me with devotion and admiration. I rip her panties with the talons that have grown in place of my nails, she compliantly wraps her legs around my waist and I penetrate her virginal hole. She frowns when the thin layer of skin is torn. She screams when the tip of my dick reaches the back of her cavity. She moans when my member escapes her labia's grasp with a wet noise. I sit her on the bed and, kneeling, I start licking the blood from her wounded pussy. I gorge myself on her bloody juices. My fangs tear through her sensitive skin making the flow of blood steadier. As I drink the virginity and innocence of the daughter of a peasant from up north who came to the city to make her life a little less harsh, the last shreds of my humanity are washed away by the red flow of darkness, or so I think. When my mother finally gets home, I'm thrusting my dick in the young Thai girl's bubbly ass. In a long orgasm, I release my seed into her guts. " - Bri-an, I love you... -" Savitree says in a whimper before fading into death's embrace. "Brian?" my mother shouts. "Give me a minute I'm taking a shower." I shout back. I wash the blood, the sweat and the wide array of secretions from my body. Quickly my dick and my fangs are ready for more. Savitree's been a delight but I'm still horny and hungry. With my enhanced senses, I hear my mother nervously moving stuff around the kitchen. I look at the new me in the mirror. Before going out, I instinctively hide the fangs, the talons and the fever in my eyes. I dress and go down the stairs to meet my mother in the kitchen. She is pissed. "Where have you been young man?" She's also terribly relieved. Just a year ago a guy from school disappeared and wasn't heard from since. I can understand her worry, not that I actually care but I can understand. I don't answer. I walk to the fridge, take a can of beer open it and look at her with disdain. She doesn't answer either. Cool a staring contest! She used to beat the crap out of me at this game, let's see how she does against the new me. I take a sip of the beer. She's losing ground, I can feel it. I can also feel that the beer thing was a mistake. My stomach is not pleased with it. The sweat rapidly covering my forehead gives her a boost of confidence. "So?" She says. I can't hold a loud burp. "Are you on drugs?" She looks worried again. I take a step and my guts spill all over the floor. Little problem: my guts were filled with Savitree's precious fluids and now there's a huge puddle of blood in the middle of the kitchen. My mother starts to scream. It's my turn to be fucking pissed. What a waste! What a stupid waste! "Shut the fuck up!" I spit through my fangs. She does but not for long. "Brian? What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Do you want me to call a doctor?" She sounds terrified. Just like with Savitree, I can feel that I have control over her. Partial control obviously, she's my mother after all, but at least she asks for my permission, that's good. "No you won't call a doctor, I'll be fine." I have hidden again my inhuman features and I erase them from my mother's memory but I will need to feed soon. I look at her, I hesitate. She's not that young, I was the youngest of a pack of six and despite my improved personality I'm not comfortable with the thought of her on knees sucking my dick. She won't do. I need something fresher. 3. The park surrounding the Bangkok international school is empty at this time of the night. The peacefulness of the place makes a violent contrast with the madness of the city behind the large bamboo fence. This late on a Friday night the school should be closed but a light comes from the large building to my left. For the past six months Mrs. White, my Spanish teacher, has set her mind on using the school's theatre for something else than graduation ceremonies. She has decided to create a play with the students. Bold, right? After cleaning the pool of blood in the kitchen, my mother tried to stop me from going out but I managed to put her to sleep. I'm still struggling with my new powers; they seem to be linked with my emotional state. I'll have to work on them, but, if I'm not mistaken, I should have plenty of time to do so now that I am a vampire... The word sounds ludicrous even when I tell it to myself, but I have to face the facts: fangs, hypnotic powers, blood lust, it all screams Dracula. And Dracula needs blood. Famished, I left home not knowing exactly where to go, I had a few destinations in mind but my feet took me here, to school. A gecko on the wall above a window of the theatre observes me with curiosity as I silently slide into the changing rooms beneath the stage. The smell of sweat and youth in the air stirs up my hunger. Above me I can hear the voice of Mrs. White giving the last instructions to her cast. "I don't want anyone not knowing their text next week. This goes for you especially Boyd. Now go home and enjoy your weekend." "Good evening Mrs. White." I wait, silent in the darkness, as the would-be actors leave me alone with my next victim. Why her? Why coming here now when I could have gone after my friends? I still wonder. Mrs. White is pretty young for a teacher, no more than thirty, she's not excessively beautiful, at least not as much as Mary for instance, but there's something generous about her, something motherly. I've always had the impression that there was more between us than just a regular student teacher relationship. I'm pretty sure the feeling appeared during our first class together; I was being a smartass, distracting the rest of the group and preventing her from giving her lecture. She stopped in the middle of a sentence and looked at me. Her eyes didn't carry anger, just compassion and a bit of pity. Her silence prolonged a bit too much and with one single word she managed to stop me in my tracks and make an ally out of me. "Muchacho!" she said. It wasn't what she had said but how she had said it. The way she had said the two "shh" in the word omitting the "Ts", just the way an Argentinean would do it, and the disdain she had charged the end of the word with, it had fascinated me. I was a child again caught doing something wrong and I loved it. Instantly I was hard as a rock. Mary, sitting by my side, noticed it and she had made fun of me for a few weeks, before forgetting about it as these things tend to pass. But I hadn't. Alone at night, I had masturbated time and time again thinking about that word and the moment had stayed carved in my memory. I push the door to the backstage; her scent is all over the place, a sweet and sour mix of flowers and cheap deodorant. She hasn't noticed me; she's gathering her things getting ready to leave. She walks to the light rack and one by one she turns them off leaving only one single bulb by the entrance on the other side of the theatre. She grabs her bag and walks down the small flight of stairs between the stage and the orchestra. I clear my throat, she jumps. "Who is that?" She doesn't see me. I can feel her fear growing. It smells delicious. "Is someone there?" "It's just me Mrs. White," I finally say. "Brian?" she says, "Brian, you scared the hell out of me. It's so good to see you. I was so worried about you." "Only you?" "Err.." she says "... I mean, nobody knew about you, so ... we were all worried." "No, you said that you were worried." "I..." She's confused; I can feel my mind rubbing against hers. I push my advantage, instinctively forcing her to open her thoughts to me. Her memories start flooding my mind. I see her wedding, her parents, her husband, her pastor. I dismiss those; I'm not looking for that. I see myself in her memories, in her thoughts, I see how she sees me: good student, a bit lazy, a brilliant young man too. All this admiration must lead to ... Here it is ... Deep inside I find this memory, this one time... Outside her small flat the moon is high; she's having boring sex with her husband. He's grunting in her back. She thinks about work, waiting for him to come but then she starts thinking about me and a sparkle lights in her guts. Slowly, the sparkle grows to be a blazing fire. She sees me at her mercy, she sees me as her fuck toy, she sees me as her vigorous stallion riding her with the ardor of youth, she sees me begging for her to satisfy my teenager spirit, again and again. She reaches a powerful orgasm before falling asleep a bit ashamed with her fantasies. I bring up the memory; I make it explode in her mind. She lets out a loud moan. She blushes. I walk to her. I grab her by the waist and force a kiss on her lips. "Brian, stop, we can't, I'm your teacher!" She doesn't sound very convinced. "Shh," I say before kissing her again. With my talons I rip through the soft fabric on her back. I dig deep making her bleed and mixing the perfume of her splendid arousal to the delicious aroma of her blood. She doesn't resist me anymore. She repeats my name. I love the sound of her voice saying my name, begging for me to take her. I lift her skirt finding her underwear soaked in her juices. I pull it down. My fingers find their way inside her. She starts crying, pouring her warm pleasure in the palm of my hand. She repeats my name, again. Expertly she unbuttons my pants grabbing my dick. She turns around displaying her swollen peach. She guides me in. Her welcoming innards are warm, so warm I fear I'll burn myself. Her delicious walls press against my member. She starts rocking her pelvis, I start a slow back and forth motion. Her bared back is weeping blood. My fangs extend, I bend over. "Muchacho," she says as my fangs tear through her skin again and again. Bangkok by Night Long after she has stopped breathing I release my seed into her now cold pussy. I lick the remaining blood from her back and hide her limp body in an empty cupboard beneath the stage. The sun will be up soon. If I believe the common folklore I have to hide somewhere. 4. Mary and I have not always been best friends, quite the opposite actually. On the year of my arrival in Bangkok, as we were both still pretty young we got into a few clashes. She was her mom's little princess and I was the obnoxious teenager still struggling with basic human relations. It wasn't until the next year on the Trans pacific flight back from the US, that we got the opportunity to become friends. On that seventeen hours long trip, stuck inside this flying tin can we started talking. We talked and talked. When the lights went off, we moved from our respective seats to the small area in the tail of the plane were insomniacs can go through the night enjoying lousy sandwiches and complementary drinks and where insecure teenagers can discover love. Well I was the one who discovered love she only found a good friend so I had to settle for that. On top of good friends we also became academic rivals as the two brightest kids in class, or at least until last year because my laziness caught up with me and my marks have gone down ever since. But all this is irrelevant now. I jump the fence into her garden before climbing up the vine to her balcony. It's not the first time I do that but my new body is much more powerful than the previous one and the trip up is a lot shorter than it used to be. The door to her room is ajar, I push it. My very best friend, my secret love is asleep in her bed. Her reading glasses are hanging from the tip of her nose. Open on her chest there's a large Harry Potter tome. She has fallen asleep reading, leaving her bedside lamp on. The fire in my guts screams for no further delay but something in the figure laying in front of me stops my primal instincts to just fuck and drain her. I sit at her desk and for a long time I contemplate my friend peacefully sleeping. Time passes. Suddenly I realize that the room is much brighter. The daylight is entering through the window. I try to close the curtains but the sunrays leave terrible burn marks on my hands. I crawl back to the shadow. The stench of burning flesh fills the room. The reflecting light on the polished surfaces start burning me too. My skin is smoking; I don't have much time left. I swallow a loud sob. "Who... Who is there?" Mary waking up more beautiful than she ever appeared to me looks around the room. Her eyes finally fall on the pile of fear I've become. "Brian? What the... What's wrong with you?" "... Curtains..." "What?" "Close... the ... curtains," I whisper with what sounds like my last breath. She looks at me, she sees the burns, the smoking flesh, the terror in my eyes and she reacts. She jumps out of the bed, covers me with a large blanket, runs to the window and closes the curtains. Protected from the sun I instantly fill much better. I look up with gratitude. She stands still in front of the now closed window. I can sense her hesitation mixed with fear and excitement. "So... what happened to you?" "It's complicated... Help me get to the bed, I need to rest, I'll explain everything tonight..." Despite what I always said I know she's much brighter than me. Once again she proves it. She approaches me, still hesitant. "You... you won't bite me, right?" Our looks cross. "I... I won't..." I answer. She helps me to her bed, dragging the sheets over me. I fall asleep nearly instantly surrounded by the marvelous smell of my friend. What happens afterwards, I pick it up later from her memories but for storytelling's sake I'll stick to the chronology. Mary walks to the kitchen where she finds the maid preparing breakfast. She seats in front of a toast and a cup of tea but she's obviously unable to take her mind off me. After just a bite and a sip she goes to the family computer and tries to look up my condition. All she finds is lousy fanfic and some porn but nothing on actual vampires. Her parents wake up almost catching her in the middle of a small preview movie of two women having sex with one of them baring fake fangs. For appearances sake she seats with them to have breakfast but once again appetite eludes her. She has a quick swim in the house pool before having a shower. She slips back into her pajamas and asks to be excused for the day claiming that she wants to spend the day studying for the upcoming exams. She seats at her desk for a couple of hours unable to study. She has a quick call with Fanny. She tells her that I called her and that we're to meet tonight here at her place. Obviously I'm still bugging her, so she drags her chair to the side of the bed, pushes the sheets to a side and she observes me. I don't move, I don't breathe but apparently I look healthy. She touches my face not getting a reaction on my part. She lifts my lips to look at my fangs. She finds my cold skin fascinating. She's also fascinated by the bulge made on her sheets by my hard cold dick. She's a bit aroused by all of it as well. She tries to go back to work but she can't concentrate. Her mom calls her for lunch. Once again appetite is not on the menu. Her parents leave for a week long planned trip up north. They work for an NGO. She promises to behave knowing perfectly well that she won't. She goes back to her room, tries to study again but there's no way in hell she's going to manage that today. She lies by my side on her bed looking at the ceiling for a long time. The maid comes by to clean up the room but Mary tells her that she'll do it herself today. She comes back to bed. With her feet she pushes the sheets to the bottom of the bed. She starts touching me again only this time she doesn't stick to the face. She touches my neck, thoughtfully circling with her finger tip around the fading bite marks. Imperceptibly, I shiver. She lifts my shirt and runs her fingers against my chest's toned up muscles. I've never been an athletic kind of guy and actually for a teenager I used to have a bit too much fat but it all seems to have been washed away at the bottom of the Chao Phraya. The tent made by my cock is pulling on the waistband of my shorts leaving a small dark space. My nascent pubic hair draws a path full of promises towards it. Mary bites her lip, hesitant. She stands and goes to her schoolbag. She takes a small metallic box from it and sits at the bottom of the bed. She rolls a joint and lights it. Her left foot touches mine. She can't take her eyes off the hill I make on the sheets. She was hoping for the drug to cool her down but the effect is exactly the opposite. As she smokes, her hand is sitting on her inner thigh; absent mindedly she runs it along the flat seam of her pajama pants. She finally finishes the joint putting it out in the small metallic box. She lays back to my side. Soon, her hand is playing with the bulge, testing its firmness, running up and down against the fabric, wrapping it with her fist. I shiver again. This time Mary feels it. She decides to pull on the shorts. My cock stands proud pointing vigorously towards the ceiling of my Friend's room. She stops for a second but her curiosity gets the upper hand. She pulls on it revealing the bold head. I don't know if her memory plays tricks on her but I have the impression that my fat is not the only thing that my new condition has improved. My body is shaken by a long convulsion. My lips part letting out a faint whimper through my fangs. Seeing them, she lets go off me, suddenly scared. My eyes open. Our looks cross. "Mary?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I can see her blood through her skin. I'm famished. "Brian?" "Yes?" "Do you mind if...?" My better judgment tells me that I should mind but I answer, smiling greedily: "If you have to..." Her fingers are back on my cock. This time she slowly strokes it up and down. I lay there enjoying the warmth of her hand. I can sense my pleasure growing and with it the hunger. I'd like her to stop but any protests are held back by my instincts. I stand on my elbow and run a hand through her hair. She closes her eyes and curls her cheek against my palm. "Brian?" she says her eyes still closed. "Yes?" I answer in a stuttering voice. "Is this a mistake? Are you going to hurt me?" "No," I lie. My hand runs under the shoulder of her shirt. I push it back. She's not wearing a bra. Her nipples are brown and hard. She opens her mouth when, with the tip of my fingers, I press them. I rise even more on my elbows to reach for a kiss. Her warm tongue against mine, I pass a hand in the back of her pants cupping her ass. I slip a finger between her cheeks playing with her tiny butt hole. She shivers lifting her hips to allow me to dig further. I neglect her tensed back to reach for her drenched front. Once my finger passes her lips she lets go of my mouth to let out a loud whimper. Her face falls against my neck. Her arteries are a few inches away from my fangs. Her hot blood makes my mouth water. I won't hold it much longer. My lips start brushing against her skin. "Brian, please, fuck me," she begs. I force myself away from her warmth, push her on her back and pull on her pants. Her pink slit, glistening with pleasure, is offered to me. I bend over her and gently, slowly, I penetrate her. My hard cock fills her small pussy. This time she screams. I can't hold it anymore. My fangs pierce the tender flesh of her shoulder. With the flow of blood my mind is overwhelmed with her memories. As I drink I start to cry. Tears off blood spatter on her pillow. I let her go. The blood stream is tenuous as I haven't hit a main artery. She lifts her hand brushing her fingers against my lip; she collects some of her precious nectar and brings it to her own lips. I bend over and lick them clean. I continue working her with passion. Her hand is now on the back of my head, she forces me down again this time against her breast. Her blood pours again in my mouth. Her whole body is overtaken by a violent spasm. She pulls on my hair, finally offering me her neck. My lips against it, I smear it with her own blood. I bring her near the orgasm and when she finally peaks, I strike. I can feel her body grow weak under me as I drain her. The last drop of her blood run down my throat when I finally come filling her dead guts with my cold seed. I fall to her side and close my eyes. Sleep takes over me. The sun setting over Bangkok wakes me up. Mary's still by my side, she seems asleep. I can sense some sadness at the back of my heart but the feeling is not as strong as it should be. After a while I get up and go have a shower. The hot water, pouring on my shoulder, washes away the last hints of guilt that still linger in my conscience. *** Interlude 1 *** My room Savitree is lost. She's naked on the floor of Bri-an's room. She feels extremely embarrassed. Did she sleep walk? She doesn't remember much from last night. The last thing she remembers is being in the kitchen preparing a sandwich for Bri-an. After that, all is blank. She's covered in a strange reddish and gooey substance. Some is on her fingers. In an impulse she licks them. The sensation that submerges her overpasses anything she has ever felt. She frantically licks her fingers, her hands, her forearms... " - Last night... - " she says quietly to herself. She was preparing a sandwich and then... Now it's slowly coming back. After finishing the sandwich, she felt the urgent need to go to Bri-an's room. And then... Suddenly she freezes; her eyes widen, she gasps, a hand over her mouth. The world around her collapses. She did dirty things with Bri-an, she behaved like a low life, a whore... She will never be able to go back to her family. She'll have to work the streets... Or maybe... Maybe it is her duty to take her life. She has lost face to herself. Yes, she must kill herself, for her honor and the honor of her ancestors, she has to! Has she? She should be ashamed but actually she isn't. Quite on the contrary, she feels alive for the first time in her life and she feels extremely hungry. Downstairs she can hear someone breathing heavily, someone sleeping... She licks her lips... *** A closet at school Mrs. White's phone is ringing. She picks it up. "Laura speaking," she says pushing the door of the closet. "Darling! At last! I was so worried," it´s her husband. "What the hell am I doing here?" the question is clearly not destined to her husband. "Here where, darling?" The question is so condescending. "..." What happened with her clothes? Why does she feel so thirsty, so horny? "Here where, Laura?" he insists. "Huh? Sorry..." she looks around before finishing, "here at school." "Don't move I'll come and get you." Mrs. White is not listening anymore. Theatre? Last night? She has a hard time remembering. What happened last night? She had worked hard on the play and then she had left. No she hadn't... Somebody else was here. Who was it? A student... was it... Brian? She tries to remember but the annoying voice of her husband over the phone is distracting her. "Laura?" he sounds upset now, "I tried to call you all day, I have been looking for you everywhere; you should have called back." Is that a reproach? Is he once again putting the blame on her? Is he trying to make her feel miserable, like he did for the last four years? She won't stand it anymore, not this time... She's about to answer when she remembers. She remembers everything, Brian, the sex, the shame, the pleasure, the surrendering, the fangs, the pain, the excitement... "I'm sorry, my love," she finally says smiling evilly, "I really should have called you. Why don't you hang up and come and pick me up..." "You bet I will..." the voice over the phone says in a harsh tone. "I'm waiting for you, my love..." *** The back room of a small bar, Soi 2, Pat Pong district " - My lord, I think we have a problem. - " The girl who just talked is the one who killed me just two nights ago. " - What kind of problem, my childe? - " The other vampire is an ancient monster, probably one of the oldest in existence. " - I think I have a progeny on the loose. - " " - Well, you'll have to bring him in and if he's worthy, he'll be granted a dominion. -" " - You don't understand Master; I think my progeny is a Berserk. -" The ancient vampire stays silent. He lived through the middle ages; he survived where so many of his elders died in the holy cleansing that followed the Black Plague. The Black Plague... Contrary to the popular belief, the cause of the Black Plague wasn't the bubonic fever, it was one single berserk. A berserk, a monster of legends, a vampire so fertile that all his prey will rise as new berserks, a vampire so voracious that he will feed not once every two or three months but between three and six times a night and even more sometimes, a vampire so powerful that the last time one walked the earth it took nearly twenty years and several armies to eradicate it. The nightmare of all vampires, the oncoming apocalypse. A berserk, here, in his city. For the first time in many many years the ancient master feels the cold grasp of fear wrapping around his neck. " - Shit! -" he simply says. *** When I get out of the shower a wonderful surprise is waiting for me on the bed. My Mary is smiling at me. Her face is covered with the maid's blood. Fanny is on her way. 5. "So you're saying that Savitree and Mrs. White are like us now?" My fingers are exploring the back of Mary's pussy. She did not kill her maid in an impressive show of self control. She said that she wanted Fanny to be her first actual kill. But despite the noble restraint she does need some relief. "No, what I'm saying is that I killed both of them last night and they might have come back as you did." Mary's hand is gently stroking me. I didn't kill the maid either because I felt that having her around might become quite helpful. But despite the cautious restraint I do need some relief too. "Okay... Why them? I mean Savitree I understand - I did drink my fill from Tassanee after all - but Mrs. White?" Tassanee, Mary's maid, is upstairs cleaning up the room, a large white bandage on her neck, later she'll prepare a little love nest for us in the basement so we can go through the day without risking a definitive sunburn. Basements are quite rare in Bangkok but luckily for us Mary's house has one. "Who knows, I always had something going on with her..." "Come on... Her? She's not that good looking. You could have gone after... I don't know, Mrs. Masters for instance." Mrs. Masters is the principal's wife, she's much younger than he is and she's a commonly spread fantasy among the male teenagers of the BIS. "Could have... I don't know... I guess my dick works in mysterious ways..." Mary accelerates her movement on my masculinity. "Yup, I can feel that." The above conversation is taking place in Mary's living room. The TV is on but neither she nor I care for the girls shaking their butts to the rhythm of the last Britney Spears hit. We have been sitting here for an hour now waiting for Fanny to arrive. Mary's incessant flow of question is only matched by my near absolute absence of knowledge on our common condition. I grab Mary's head and force her down on my dick. A cold stream of sperm springs up her throat when we both hear the sound of Fanny's Honda's Dream II in the alley in front of the house. The Dream II, commonly pronounced - Dleam To -, is the most common semi automatic motorcycle in South East Asia, not fast, not beautiful, not reliable but cheap and so easy to fix with a wire and a couple of clips, your standard MacGyver bike. We straighten up to greet our guest. The small auburn girl bursts into the living room. She looks ravishing in her little blue dress. She puts her helmet on a chest of drawers. "Yo bitches! What have you been up to?" she says before giving Mary and me a chaste kiss on the cheek. Damn French Canadian traditions... Her dilated pupils and glassy eyes indicate that she has already started smoking illegal substances that both morality and local enforcement agencies would highly reprove. "Hey Fanny," Mary says. "Hey," I say. Both Mary and I are famished but we decided to have some fun with our former friend before the inevitable kill. "What´s the plan? We hang out here or we go out?" "How about we start by doing the former before doing the later?" I answer. Fanny seats cross-legged back to the TV. She tucks the dress between her legs, looking around the room. "Brian, where's your drink? And more importantly where's mine?" "Mary you want something?" I ask as I walk to the kitchen to grant my friend's wish. "Nah," she answers, "I'm saving myself for later." As I come back in the living room, Mary has stretched out on the sofa and she's sucking on the joint that Fanny has just prepared. I hand her drink to Fanny, leaving mine on the table. She takes a sip before putting her glass between her legs. I walk behind her. I start massaging her sweaty shoulders. "Fuck, that feels good," she says stretching her neck. Massaging the girls, I'm good at that. Until two days ago that has been the extreme boundary of the five way relationship I have with Mary, Fanny, Madeline and Tiffany. The situation has changed but obviously Fanny doesn't know it yet. "So Fanny," Mary is standing on her elbow looking at us. "What about you? What would you do if you were a vampire?" Fanny laughs and takes another sip, a longer one this time. Bangkok by Night "A vampire? What kind of question is that?" "That's what we were talking about with Brian before you got here." She lifts her head looking at me. I smile. She takes another sip of her glass and looks back at Mary. "What kind of vampire do you mean? The "I vant to suck your blood" kind?" "Yeah, that one, but with a sexy twist." My fingers are working on her tense shoulder muscles. "Damn Brian your hands are cold!" "Yeah don't worry; it's nothing to worry about." She shrugs. "So what would I do..." she stops for a while looking for a clever thing to say. "... I think I'd have to suck." "Suck... Funny ... Okay but suck what?" "Blood I guess. If I'm a vampire I'm pretty sure I'd have to suck blood" Between Fanny's legs the ice cubes clink together in her glass as she moves her foot to facilitate the blood flow. "Only blood? That would be pretty boring for all eternity." Fanny giggles before saying: "I think I'd suck a dick now and then too." Mary pulls on the joint. Fanny drinks the last of her vodka coke. She hands me her glass. "Could you hold on the conversation there, I don't want to miss a bit of it." I say walking back to the kitchen to fill Fanny up. When I come back they're both watching the TV. I force Fanny in her original position and the conversation resumes. "A dick? And how about a pussy?" I start tracing long furrows into her hair, pulling on a lock at a time, digging deeply into her skull. "A pussy? Like hell I would. Not a chance, I'd be a fully heterosexual vampire. What about you? Would you suck on a pussy?" "Well I can't say that the idea hasn't crossed my mind." "Mary, stop that, Brian is actually rubbing my shoulders, you wouldn't want him to get all excited." Too late, I am already, full swing. "Why not?" My fingers have left the skull and I'm working on her temples and eye sockets forcing her to close her lids. "Well because we're not ready to help him with that." "Talk for yourself..." "Come on Mary, stop that, that's really mean to him." "Okay then so who would you suck?" My hands are now marking her jawbone and neck. Fanny looks up again. "I'd suck Brian for sure." She says before giggling again. "Would you?" I say. "Of course I'd suck your blood." She answers with a toothy smile. I kneel. "Show me," I say. "Come again?" The beautiful smile that has been lighting her face is now replaced by a much gloomier look. "Show me," I order. "Okay, come on my lap" she finally says shrugging and smiling again. I lay down, my head on her lap. She pushes my head to a side with a finger. "Are you a virgin?" She asks me in a very poor imitation of Bela Lugosi. "Well no," I answer. "Too bad because I only drink the blood of virgins." "Come on," I say winking, "I'm pretty sure such a beautiful vampiress as you, can make an exception with this delicious neck." "No, I'm sorry but my dietary's restrictions are pretty strict. You vouldn't vant me to be sick, vould you?" "Come on Fanny, don't be such a chicken, dive in!" "Brian..." "Dive in," I order. Reluctantly she bends over putting her lips on my neck for a second before rising back up. "There. You're happy now?" "No," I answer, "Not really." She looks at me puzzled. "Do it seriously," I order. She bends over again and this time she pinches the skin of my neck with her teeth. Mary leaves the couch. "Harder," I say. "Come on Brian, this isn't funny anymore, I don't want to hurt you." Mary kneels in front of her. She lifts Fanny's head. "Let me show you," she says before extending her fangs. "Whoa!" I grab Fanny by the waist pinning her where she is. Mary's fangs swiftly pierce my skin. A cold stream of blood is projected all over Fanny's face and blue dress. She starts screaming. As she drinks from me, Mary rubs the silhouette of my cock through the fabric of my shorts. Finally she lets me go. I look at Fanny, fangs bared. "See? Wasn't so complicated... Now shut up!" I order as I put my fingers around her neck. I leave her lap. Mary grabs Fanny dress' neckline and pulls, tearing it in half. "You see Fanny; now that I'm a vampire, I don't mind licking a cunt or two for supper," Mary says. I circle around Fanny, wrapping my legs around her waist forcing her to spread hers. Mary presses a finger against the white fabric of our friend's panties. "Look at that!" she says showing me the darker wet stain over Fanny's intimacy. "She's drenched; I guess that your massage didn't leave her totally indifferent. To be completely honest it didn't use to leave me indifferent either. I'm sorry to tell you this, Brian, but with your massages and despite the fact that you never got into any of our respective panties you've always been our little sex toy." I pass my talon under the waist band of Fanny's underwear. "Don't worry Mary," I say as the snapping sound of the elastic yielding under the razor sharp edge of my talon resonate in the room, "I have jerked off so many times to the thought of your collective pussies that we can call it even." She smiles before leaning into Fanny's now exposed fanny. Pun intended. The poor auburn girl is terrified. She shivers violently in my arms with every new lap of Mary's tongue. Tears start rolling down her cheeks. I lick them. "Relax girl," I whisper to her ear. "Close your eyes and enjoy." Soon she can't no longer hide the pleasure that Mary is giving her. I gently lay her on her back and place myself behind my partner in crime. I lift her skirt and forcefully penetrate her pussy with my swollen cock. Two girls are now moaning in rhythm with my tune and my tune is one of a steam locomotive at full speed. Fanny and Mary reach the orgasm together. I push Mary away. She falls to the side smiling at the ceiling as the last convulsions of the orgasm shake her body. Panting heavily, Fanny seems completely lost, she doesn't seem to know if she must run away or come back for more. I help her make up her mind by extending a hand. She hesitates before finally giving me a resigned smile and coming on her knees to my feet. She licks Mary's juices clean from my dick before putting the tip between her lips. Taking it as deep as she can and while cupping my balls with her tiny fingers, she finishes me. *** Interlude 2 *** The back of a tuk tuk quickly driving away from my home Savitree is a bit lost, once again. The right side of her face is burnt to a crisp but it's not as painful as she thought it should be. Madam was delicious but monsieur with his military training proved to be a bit more of a challenge. She's not sure she managed to take him out but he did made a mess of her face. She had to run away and now she doesn't know where she should go. The driver who took her in and is driving the Tuk tuk now did not ask any question, he actually proved to be very understanding when she told him that she wouldn't pay him. He seemed so eager to help, she couldn't refuse him. What is a bit problematic at the moment is that she hasn't been able to take her eyes of the back of his neck and she feels that she'll need to feed again soon. The Tuk tuk finally stops at a red light. The driver is pulled into the back seat by a slender blood covered hand. The rocking of the Tuk tuk doesn't really attract any attention in the chaotic mess of Bangkok's busy streets. *** BIS's parking lot Mrs. Masters is taking out her Maltese, Dogzilla, for his evening poo. The principal's company's flat on the School property is not what she expected. When she met her husband in his previous position as principal of the Sydney International School they actually had a garden just behind the company's house. But on the other hand she can't complain, the flat is still quite big and she gets the whole campus as her garden on the weekends, hers and her precious little Dogzilla's... After a small stroll with Dogzilla around the kindergarten sandbox she passes by the school's parking lot. Her car is there; her husband's car is there but whose car is that, she wonders, as she approaches the small green Toyota parked in Mrs. White's spot. The windows are covered in condensation. She bends over to try and see something inside the mysterious car when Dogzilla starts barking in his ridiculously high pitched tone. She turns around to find, standing behind her, a beautiful woman; she doesn't recognize her at first. In the dim light of the lamp post so far away, the woman's face appears to be smeared with a dark red liquid. Her shirt is badly torn, as a matter of fact it seems to have been shredded by a wild animal. Her smile doesn't make Mrs. Masters very comfortable. "Mrs. Masters! How delightful to find you here tonight." "Mrs. White? What are you doing at this time of the night on the school premises and... and what happened to your shirt. You shouldn't walk around like this in a school, somebody could see you..." "See me? That would be quite... pleasant." "Mrs. White... Are you all right?" Dogzilla's barks are soon covered by Mrs. Masters' screams of pleasure. *** The same small bar, Soi 2, Pat Pong district A wallet is sitting on a shelf behind the barman. It's been cleaned of its money but all the IDs of its previous owner are still in it. If the vampires in the back room knew about it, they might still have a chance to prevent what is to come... If they did, but they don't. An old voice coming from the backroom repeats: " - Shit! -". *** Pretty much around the same time, Mary, Fanny and I are naked, sitting on the couch, smoking a joint. After she cleaned my seed from her lips, I started telling Fanny about my last two days. Pretty nervous at first, she slowly calmed down and eventually offered to roll a joint for the three of us. I finish my story by telling her how I found Mary back from the dead on her bed. "... and the two of you are vampires now," she sums up. "Yup," I answer. "Pretty much," Mary says. "Can I see the fangs again?" "Yup," I answer opening my mouth. She bends over to get a better view. "That's so cool... Now just to feel a bit safer around you two, what do you plan on doing next?" She asks. "Definitely... Drink your blood," Mary says. Fanny doesn't sound very reassured anymore when she goes on: "Do you really have to? Can't you just let me go? I can probably be more useful to you alive than... dead." That sounded like a monstrous cliché. "We already have Mary's maid for that and actually, I'm afraid it's not a question of having to, it's a question of wanting to..." I say, "Now put down that joint and give me your neck." "Come on Brian, don't do that. I'm fucking scared" I take the marijuana stick from her fingers and leave it in the ashtray. "That actually makes the blood taste much better." I say. "How the fuck should you know?" She asks with a bit of frenzy in her voice. "You told me you've entranced all your victims so far." "Good point," I answer, "in this case it's more than time that we found out, better late than never, don't you think?" I tilt her head to a side. "Are you at least sure I'll come back as one of you?" she asks in a very quiet voice. "Nope," I say before burying my fangs into her neck. Mary has found her way to her femoral artery. With each new bite, Fanny lets a faint hiccup of mixed pain and pleasure past her lips. Her blood full of weed has a fresh aftertaste and fear does pump her veins with delicious toxins. Her hands fall on our heads, petting us as we drain her dry. Her limp dead body between us, Mary and I kiss each other. " - Tasanee, -" I yell. The small older woman comes down the stairs. " - Tasanee, could you please take our friend to the basement once you're done? -" Mary asks. " - Of course madam Maly, it would be my pleasure -" I'm quite impressed with Mary's mastery of her mind control powers, she's having Tassanee do whatever she wants. Quite impressive, I feel proud of my pupil. Suddenly Fanny's phone starts ringing. "Hello?" Mary has picked up. "..." "No it´s Mary." "..." "She forgot her phone here, she didn't feel well, she went home..." "..." "Yeah why not, I'll talk with Brian and we'll meet you there." "..." "Looking forward to seeing you." She hangs up. "It was Tiffany, she's with a couple of friends having dinner at the Suam Lum night market and they're planning on going to Santichai Prakan park for beers, she offered us to join them." 6. The promise of everlasting youth, I feel like Gulliver in Lilliput! Mary's strong arms around my chest, the hot wind in my hair, the promising light of the city in my eyes, a hundred and twenty five ceecees of raw freedom between my legs, I ride carelessly Fanny's old bike towards our next dinner party. Carelessly, not so much actually, as a heavy thought is bugging me. In the last forty eight hours I have already killed five people. It's not the fact of killing them that bothers me, that's doesn't seem to be an issue anymore. It's the possible consequences that occupy my thoughts. Either they stay dead and at this rate I'll be in deep trouble with the authorities in no time or they all come back as Mary did and the food will run out much much sooner. In the distance I can see the Rama VIII bridge construction site lit by powerful projectors. We are getting closer, I'm getting hungrier and the lust casts away my gloomy thoughts with the idea of Tiffany's round butt bouncing against my balls. I park the bike on the sidewalk and I follow Mary up the flight of stairs that will take us from the street into the small park. Supposedly closed by nine, the Santi Chai Prakan Park is a well known location amongst the Bangkok's golden youth as a good place to meet at night to do bad things. Police patrols are few, bushes to hide are many and the view on the Chao Praya and the soon to be finished suspension bridge is magnificent. Two groups are illegally enjoying the small oasis of nature in the middle of the urban nightmare. By picking up their thoughts I identify the group sitting by the royal pavilion as four students from the Assumption Girls University. I'd love to mess with their catholic beliefs but first we'll have to take care of our friends waiting for us on a large patch of grass by the Chao Praya's dark waters. A little bit further away, hidden from the sight of the first group, our friends are sitting on a large blanket. Bottles of cheap beer and vodka are scattered all around them. Some are full and glistening with condensation but most are empty. A vague mist of cigarettes and weed seems to be lingering above their heads. The party has already started and our next victims are more than ready for us to unleash our lusts upon them. "Hey guys! You took your time..." That's John, a very tall and very thin Caucasian with tiny dreadlocks. He sings reggae, poorly I must confess despite the fact that we are all his number one fans. He's been going out with Tiffany for the last six month. Supposedly he is the proud owner of the biggest, thickest and longest dick in school, I can see in the way Mary looks at him that she has heard the rumors and that she intends on verifying the facts... "Mary," Tiffany nods at my pupil. "Brian," she nods at me. The third person sitting in the grass I don't know. I tilt the head observing her. Mary sits between John and Tiffany. "This is my cousin Maya," Tiffany continues, "she just arrived from the states. She'll be staying with me for the summer." I have a long stare at the figure of the girl. She's clearly related to Tiffany, same very small frame, same delicious curves – mini curves of course. Her neck line is quite provocative, teasing almost. I feel like dragged, forced to sit by her side. "Brian," Tiffany says, "forget about her she's already taken..." "Is she?" I reply. I look at the tiny Maya. "I mean: are you?" I pause. "My name is Brian as you must have guessed." "Hi Brian..." she says. It won't be long before she ends up on the tip of my dick but Tiffany's comment has cut me to the quick. "You realize that what happens in Bangkok stays in Bangkok, right." "I thought it was what happens in Vegas..." She answers giggling. It's interesting how things are so much easier regarding boys and girls relationships when you don't have to rely only on the hints the girl thinks she gives you. Behind the apparent disdain in her beautiful blue eyes I sense a vicious curiosity and a strong feeling of freedom, two cracks in her monogamy armor that I'm pretty sure I could exploit if I wanted. "Want something to drink? Mary?" John asks. "No we're fine; we already had too much with Fanny." Too much? I don't think I agree with my sweet Mary. The more I have the more I want and right now the sweet little morsel in front of me is clearly what I want. That single drop of sweat running down between the small blond hair of her bare back into her delicious cleavage... My fangs are brushing against my lower lip. The delicious smell of her milky skin is driving me crazy. I'm about to cut short the seduction part when a pretty annoying sound stops me in my tracks. Angrily, I turn around looking for the origin of the unwelcome interruption. "For fucks sake!" Tiffany spits, "not her again!" She starts foraging in her handbag. "Who is that?" I ask. Whoever that is, she will be my next stop once we're done here. "It's Mrs. White, she's been calling me all night. She wanted me to come to school, something about participating in the play..." Mrs. White? That is interesting! She did come back after all. "Hand me the phone, I'll take care of her." Tiffany shrugs and gives me her mobile. "School", I read on the small screen. I press the green icon. "Tiffany?" "No, Mrs. White, it's me, Brian." "Brian..." she stops, "how delicious to hear your voice." "It's good to hear your voice too. I guess that you came back." "You guessed right. By the way, I wanted to thank you, muchacho, I love what you did to me." "I loved doing it to you too." "I can still feel you inside me; we have to repeat that again." "As soon as we're finished here. I'll give you a call." "We?" "Yes, Mary has joined our little ... party..." "Mary... Oh, yes Mary, of course. How nice of her. I'd love to fuck her too." "I know you would..." "I guess that Tiffany is all yours." "She is. Sorry." "Oh, don't worry about me I'm going through the student's files organizing a exceptional rehearsal for the play. I was hoping that Tiffany would join too.... I'm sorry Brian but I'll have to leave you, I can hear a bike in the courtyard. I guess dinner is here. I'll be waiting for your call." "Enjoy yourself. I'll call you." John and Tiffany are looking at me with round eyes. Maya is puzzled; she looks back and forth at them and me searching for an answer. "Did you..." Tiffany starts "did you fuck Mrs. White?" "I..." I'm looking for a logical explanation but at the same time the delicious look on Maya's face is getting the best of me. Mary doesn't seem to want to wait either. I can see her traits morphing; her ears grow longer, pointier, a cold fire starts burning deep in her eyes. With one clawed hand she reaches for John's pants and she slides the other up Tiffany's bare leg, leaving long bloody scratches. "Oh fuck this," I finally say vamping out. Seeing my deformed traits, Maya tries to run but I grab her ankle forcing her to fall on her belly among the bottles. I crawl on the girl's back and swiftly sink my fangs in her neck. She tries to scream but the sound is muffled by the grass in her mouth. She tastes like candy, a sweet candy I will fuck now. I raise ; I lift her skirt; I pull her panties to her knees and in a powerful howl I shove my hard cock between her legs right into her dry pussy. She's not ready for me but I don't care, I am ready to take her.