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In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 01

By: Vivian_Addams



Welcome to In the Hands of a Vampire

The Vivian Addams Story.

The telling of how a mistress vampire came to be because of a particular and infamous vampire from the 1985 horror film Fright Night. Mr. Jerry Dandridge. 

DISCLAIMER:

This is strictly fan fiction vampire erotica.

I claim no rights to anything Fright Night but do claim rights to my creation Vivian Addams.

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Vivian's POV

I am, Vivian Addams and when I was an eighteen year old stuck in suburban living in the year 1961, I found my calling in the form of some serious bloodshed and deaths that rocked my suburban childhood hell. 

Younger me, young naïve Vivian, grew accustomed to living like everyone else. I dressed as others my age dressed and basically kept my true self hidden. My Father was a business man who worked at one of the high rises in the big city of Atlanta. And Mother stayed home and kept the house neat and clean and had dinner ready on the table promptly at six thirty for that's when Father was supposed to come home but he typically worked late. 

It neared my favorite time of the year, Halloween which meant I could go crazy with the high school newspaper and create an elaborate story with a creepy vibe. I itched for that moment to come because something inside me said I was about to make a discovery that would ultimately write my destiny to become the fabulous woman you'll know, love, envy, and wish you were. 

Strange, it wasn't until now that it all returned to me or was I just dreaming or was it my torment in hell? 

Suburban life was hell!

In 1961, that was me, Daddy and Mommy's good little ebony haired angel that was sweet as cherry pie but under that persona I lacked a cherry. 

I left another typical day of high school hell, though I had it pretty good, I truly hated every single minute of it. 

Out the front door of our typical cookie cutter suburban neighborhood I bounced with my text books hugged against my sickeningly white cashmere sweater with the buttons lined down the center of my back. I walked with hop in my step as I wore my simple flats that slapped against the somewhat cracked sidewalk. 

There was excitement in each of those steps because it was the day I would begin to prove myself to that high school newspaper that I, Vivian Addams, was one hell of a promising journalist. 

I had approximately three weeks before the Halloween issue would be released to all my high school peers and newspaper staff. Three weeks to investigate and make a killer story out of the local horror story that disturbed suburbia. 

With a smile on my natural pink lips, I continued down the sidewalk headed to school as usual. During those morning walks was when I could be myself in my thoughts, buried inside my naturally morbid little brain I knew I would one day be famous.  

There was a somewhat thorn in our community that was recently purchased several weeks prior which, oddly enough, the whole gruesome deaths started. 

My steps slowed as I looked to the old eye sore which I found oddly beautiful. Thoughts of those deaths replayed in my brain. 

The local town's newspaper hadn't printed much about the deaths because they involved those who were scandalous, from the black widow Scarlet James who was found sprawled naked on her bedroom floor and to who Mommy called a lady of the night, prostitute, hooker, or harlot. No one seemed to care about those women. Yet, neither did I because I was more curious why they died and who did it. 

Before my baby blues was that eye sore. I studied that looming structure tucked behind a circle of pines, the raised peaks were visible from the street. The old Sanderson Funeral home sign was finally removed from the entrance of the driveway. My head titled as my lips puckered with intrigue. I took a few more steps along the modest property lot. My eyes slightly squinted, saw the glint of metal reflecting against the sunlight. It was a chrome and sleek black rear end of a car. 

I did a little perky bounce then proceeded on my way with that hop and skip in each of my steps.

High school bored the hell out of me, though I put on a good face with my so called friends who were mostly blondes with their pretty pastel dresses. I would laugh with them though most of the time I had no clue what I laughed about. 

Oh, can't forget the boys and that's what they were. The male population of teenaged guys were a bunch of football tossing boys who butted heads and punched one another in attempt to impress my blonde friends. Unbeknownst to my blonde girl friends, I pretty much made it beyond third base with each of those jocks. Yet, there was one I hadn't quite gotten my pink nails into.

His name was Skip Folsom. Skip was the latest addition to the high school and the Lion's football team. He was shy which was what made me want to get my milky toned hands on him. I enjoyed the naive boys, those who were easily succumbed by their typical teenage hormones. 

I made my move and bounced up to Skip, loved how my perky lifted and well endowed tits looked in that tight sweater. "Hiya, Skip!" I sang with that sickening sweet and squeaky voice that most of the girls used, "It's Friday night, so, are you going to the sock hop?" I hated my voice but that was the only way I could really fool a boy to think I was sweet and demur.

Skip quickly put on his cool demeanor, firmly gripped the inside hem of his Letterman's jacket. His buddies obviously encouraged him with their elbow nudges. "Yeah," he simply answered, nodded his head and not once looked at me.

"Well," I sang, batted my big blues at him then sweetly chimed, "Maybe I'll see you there." I lightly puckered my lips then spun around and returned to my group of blondes who giggled upon my return. 

I peeked over my shoulder at Skip, kept my lips lightly puckered and he gave me that all too familiar suggestive nod which prompted me to curve my lips at their corners. 

I went on with my day and by the end I met up with the high school paper staff who was led by the senior class president Vincent 'Vinnie' Russo who I admittedly lost my sweet cherry to in the back of his dad's pickup. 

It was a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, Vinnie acted as if he were the head of some major newspaper while I was the only girl there who dared take on any writing assignments. The other two girls mainly acted as Vinnie's secretaries, waited on him hand and foot.  

Once the meeting was over, I skipped back home to prepare and get dressed for the weekly sock hop where I'd hope to get my hands on Skip. Hoped I would get get handy with other body parts by later that evening.

Mommy was home, Daddy wasn't yet. 

I hurried up the stairs to get into a more colorful outfit. When it came to sock hops or any social event, I desperately tried to make myself stand out amongst my pretty in pink girl friends. I put on my bright red cashmere cardigan, a black A-line knee length skirt, my black dress flats and red ankle Bobby Socks. My nearly rear length black hair I pinned back to the high crown of my head with a red ribbon. I tucked in my little clutch purse a tube of red lipstick and makeup. 

Mommy didn't allow me to wear makeup. I pinched it from the local drugstore. 

I skipped down the stairs, prepared to shout out my goodbyes and what my whereabouts were going to be. 

Mommy called out to me from the living room. 

I rolled my eyes with annoyance. I still had to put on my makeup once I was out the door. "Mommy, I'm heading out!" I shouted near the front door, used my sweet angelic voice, "You know it's sock sop Friday, Mommy!" 

Mommy came to the foray with a big smile on her perfectly makeup enhanced face. She prided herself on her appearance, mostly because of Daddy. "I know that, dear." she sang to me without her smile faded then explained, "Your Daddy's guest has arrived early and it's only proper for you to meet him." 

"Daddy has a guest?" I asked, and in thought I screamed 'what the hell' then sweetly commented, "I didn't know we were having company, Mommy." My tone was almost a childlike mimic of hers.

She stepped into the foray then brought her hands to my shoulders. She spoke with a softer tone, made certain her voice was low enough so the guest wouldn't hear, and explained, "He's a new client of your Daddy's and just bought that ghastly Sanderson funeral home." 

Yet, Mommy's announcement perked my interest because she spoke of that very specific run down funeral that was purchased around the time the deaths started happening. 

"Daddy's not home yet," she announced nothing new, "And I would appreciate if you could stay a bit..." she paused, saw my whiny expression, then firmly said, "...You have two hours of fun while I have to stay and keep your Daddy and his client happy." her fake smile returned, "You can be a good girl and help your Mommy out for a bit until your Daddy gets home." 

I watched her lips again spread into a genuine smile along with a gleam in her eyes. She leaned closer, looked me in the eyes with those that had a youthful glimmer, oddly similar of someone my age. She strangely commented, "And, besides, he's a very attractive man." 

My lips puckered, found it amusing how my Mommy outwardly spoke her opinion on another man's appearance. I smiled wide then nodded and sweetly chimed my agreement, "Okay, Mommy." 

She took my hand and we strolled into the living room where Daddy's client was located. 

I went to a complete stop the moment I saw the man's backside.

He stood before the lit fireplace, seemingly studied the framed family photos where one was of that year's senior photo Mommy requested to be done in color which looked more like pastels than real life. 

Mommy sang, "Mr. Dandridge, I would like you to meet my and Stanley's daughter." 

Mommy's voice sounded far away though she stood right beside me. I felt the pucker about my lips tense then that man slowly turned. In an instant my wide baby blues were immediately infatuated with his mouth and the slant of its smile. I was literally speechless, my eyes locked in a stare with those lips and nothing else. 

Mommy again sang, "Vivian, say hello to Mr. Dandridge." 

How could I say anything with every damned word seemingly unable to pass my subtle pucker? 

With an amazing gracefulness, this quite stylishly dressed man moved towards me and those lips I was totally focused on came closer. 

My eyes took a moment to shift to Mommy, she seemed almost enraptured by this stranger. My eyes again shifted and again I was hypnotized by that mouth. 

Mommy spoke up, "Vivian, be a good girl and shake Mr. Dandridge's hand." Then she gave a little hint of a school girl's giggle. 

My mind questioned, his hand? 

I forced my eyes down and saw his offered hand. I immediately thought, what a hand it was. That wasn't a hand made of hard work, callused or over worked. In fact, that hand was similar to Daddy's but more maintained and lovely. 

I felt my arm lift then I watched my hand slip into his. I quickly noticed there was an odd chill about his hand but the skin felt heavenly. I immediately was prompted to wonder of how that hand would feel elsewhere besides my hand. 

Then I heard the voice that went with those lips.

"Hello, Vivian," he spoke so smoothly, the sound of my name spoken by his sweet melody was positively heavenly.

My eyes eagerly shifted, wanted to watch every motion of those fabulous lips.

His lips moved smoothly with each fabulously spoken syllable he spoke, "A pleasure to meet you." 

I hesitated to release his hand but reluctantly dropped my hand back down and gripped my clutch. Again I glanced at Mommy, she oddly blushed while she stared at Mr. Dandridge unlike how she did Daddy. I somewhat had a problem prying my eyes from Mommy's strange expression. Then I finally spoke my prim and proper greeting, "Yes, nice to meet you, Mr. Dandridge." 

I again looked to the stranger and finally strayed my eyes from their focus of his lips. I quickly discovered why Mommy blushed and stared. 

My thoughts praised, oh hell, what a face! 

He was a mature man in his early forties at the most but damned gorgeous. I never saw anything remotely as handsome throughout my eighteen years in my little suburban nightmare hellhole for a town. Oh, not even stunning Elvis Presley compared to what was before me and Mommy. I believe that was when my infatuation with more mature men began, because of Mr. Dandridge. 

"Vivian." Mommy said my name loudly.

I was snapped from my study of Daddy's stunningly handsome client. I quickly looked to her and possibly witnessed, was it, jealousy? 

Mommy questioned my etiquette, "What is it we do when we have guests?"

My brain scrambled then remembered Mommy's proper etiquette lessons. "Oh," I spoke up, realized my poor manners then apologized, "I'm sorry, yes." 

I again shifted my eyes to that stunner of a man and sweetly asked, "Would you like a drink, Mr. Dandridge?" 

I watched his lips closely as they slightly broadened their slanted smile. It was as if he heard a different meaning in my polite question. 

Again I watched his lips every intricate motion.

"Thank you," he spoke and politely accepted, "I would appreciate it." 

My mind praised, what a damned voice!

"What kind of drink would you like, Mr. Dandridge?" Mommy quickly asked then stated, "Vivian is an expert preparing drinks for Stanley and she can make anything you would like." 

With those glorious brown eyes of his focused on Mommy, his amazing melody sang, "Please, call me Jerry."

Mommy giggled, "Oh, why yes."

Her giggle prompted me to again look at her. My head tilted and lips puckered curiously. She stood there and glowed as if she were my age with her hand rested against her chest. Had I witnessed Mommy flirt with a man who wasn't Daddy? She never even flirted with Daddy. 

Mommy sang with a tone I never heard before, almost sickeningly sultry, "Jerry, what would you like?" 

My eyes shifted to Mr. Dandridge, felt a curious lift of my left brow. I waited to hear his answer.

His eyes seemingly focused within Mommy's. 

"Excuse me," I spoke up then cleared my throat and used my sickening sweet teen melody and asked, "What can I get for you, Mr. Dandridge?" 

His eyes finally shifted to me. 

I heard Mommy swoon with a whispery sigh as if she had just held her breath the entire time she looked at him. 

He sang, "A gin and tonic, please." 

I gave a smile then a nod then sorta bounced towards Daddy's little bar tucked in the living room corner. I stepped behind the leather trimmed bar, fetched the proper glass for such a drink then began mixing. My eyes constantly glanced over at Mommy, I listened to her offer Mr. Dandridge a seat on the sofa. 

He sat at the end of the sofa then stretched one arm over the puke yellow and floral back cushions and rested an elbow atop the sofa arm. 

Mommy sat down on the chair that matched the sofa that was set quite close where Mr. Dandridge was seated. 

I had never in all my eighteen years witnessed my Mommy act as she was, not with any man which included Daddy. 

I finished mixing the drink then, to break whatever oddity was going on before my eyes and ears, I loudly asked, "On the rocks, Mr. Dandridge?"

He turned his head with that cunning smile firm, "No, thank you," he answered then stated, "I prefer my drinks warm." Again, there must have been type of underlining meaning or suggestion because again he broadened his slanted smile. 

"Okay," I chirped, shook off the oddness then skipped out from behind the bar and delivered it directly to the guest of honor. I reached it down to him with a little bend at my waist and sweetly sang, "Here you go, Mr. Dandridge." 

He smiled up at me then reached and took the glass but not without his soft but chilly fingertips lightly grazed against mine. 

I held my wide and bright smile then released the glass. 

He politely said with a dash of mysterious cunning, "Thank you, Vivian." 

My name continued to sound heavenly when spoken by his smooth tone. 

I politely said in return, "You're very welcome, Mr. Dandridge."

Mommy surprisingly said,"Vivian, you can go ahead and attend your dance." then she added, "You're Daddy will be home shortly." 

"But," I went to speak up to remind her of her damned determined request.

"It's fine, dear." Mommy looked at me with a tilt of her head then encouraged, "Go on and have fun with your friends."

"Oh," I mumbled a bit with confusion then said, "Well, if you're sure, Mommy." 

Mommy asked, "Will you be eating out with your friends also?" 

"Yes, Mommy," I answered then explained, "We're going to the soda shop after the sock hop."

Then more surprises, Mommy stated, "Well, I want you home no later than eleven." 

Typically I had to be home by nine on weekends. Hell, I wasn't gonna question being allowed a little slack on my leash and quickly took that slack. I sang, "Yes, Mommy." I felt that giddy little naughty girl inside me jump up and down for joy, gifted more time to seduce Skip Folsom. 

Her attention on Mr. Dandridge, Mommy instructed, "Well, say goodbye to Jerry." 

I shifted on my black flats and gave a slight proper curtsy to my Daddy's damned good looking client then politely sang, "Goodbye, Mr. Dandridge," naughtiness somewhat hinted from my voice, "And it was a pleasure meeting you." 

Oh, was it ever a pleasure. And knew that someone was going to be explicitly written about in my diary that night. 

He prominently grinned then used his impeccable tone, "The pleasure was all mine, Vivian." 

Again, my name was divine with his spoken melody. For some reason I believe he caught on that I enjoyed the sound of my name when he spoke it. 

"And, Vivian," again he heavenly spoke, "I hope you do enjoy yourself," he paused to take a sip of his drink then advised, "Enjoy your youth while you can, Vivian, because at one point it will feel centuries away." 

Mommy nearly blurted with almost desperation, "Oh, how true!"

I frowned at his meaning. 

Again, I shook off anything peculiar about that gorgeous man's words then skipped up to Mommy who continued to be strangely caught up in Daddy's client. I bent at the waist then leaned and pressed a kiss on her cheek with my eyes glancing over at Mr. Dandridge. 

It was odd but exciting, he was focused on me instead of Mommy who started to ramble on and on about something. It was strange, Mommy seemed oblivious that whom she spoke to was not at all focused on her or whatever she yammered about. 

I rose up, my left brow curiously lifted as I continued to look at him. Slowly I stepped behind Mommy's chair, his eyes followed me. I paused behind Mommy's chair and felt my lips form their little pucker. I lifted my hand and gave him my flirty finger wave. Oh, yes, I flirted with that gorgeous older man behind my oblivious Mother's back. 

I turned and sashayed toward the entryway, my hands gripped my purse in front of me. I felt the length of my ponytail brush against my back. I paused in the entryway and did a little turn to the side while Mommy continued to talk to that man in a way she never talked to Daddy. 

Mr. Dandridge's head lowered at the chin with those large browns aimed at me. 

I opened my clutch then reached inside and removed my scandalous tube of red lipstick. I brought my finger to my lips then pointed to the back of Mommy's head. I took a moment and slicked the red lacquer over my puckered lips then tucked the tube back into my purse. I tucked the clutch under my arm then undid a few buttons of my red cardigan. I obviously hinted that I was definitely no angel. 

I saw a different shape form about his cunning grin. I brought my fingertips near my newly red painted lips then blew the gorgeous man a kiss. With a quick upward kick of my foot, I sashayed my way into the foray then out the door.


In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 01



Once out on the front porch, my pucker tensed with a sly smirk at the corners. 

Now that, I wickedly thought, was a kicker of a good time. My Mommy was such an idiot. 

I shook my head then reached up and unraveled the bow of the ribbon that pinned my hair. Then I tossed my hair a bit to encourage the entire length fell down near my rear. I loosely tied the ribbon around my neck. 

I giggled then moved down the front steps then onto the walkway. My arms swung as I bounced onto the sidewalk. 

Hmm, I wondered, would I ever again see that incredibly delicious Mr. Dandridge again without Mommy or Daddy present? 

My lips held tightly their puckered smirk, enjoyed the naughty and not too angelic images that formed in my head. Hmm, what a mouth, I chimed in thought, those lips were unlike anything I ever had the pleasure of watching move. Not a single one of those boys had a thing on that older specimen of perfection! 

Ah, I believed Vivian Addams had become smitten and hoped that Daddy's client would again pay a visit.

The sock hop dance bored the hell out of me as usual. I attended to keep up appearances with my friends. They were always a bit surprised when I'd arrive with such a scandalous red over my lips and a bit of dark liner which always enhanced the blue of my eyes. 

After the sock hop reached its end we all left but I didn't go to the soda shop as I told Mommy. I got into Skip's 1958 Ford he got for his eighteenth birthday, well, that's what he said when I was actually listening. I was the type of girl who was anxious to be the opposite of virtuous when not surrounded by my parents or other prim and proper folks. 

I eagerly scooted myself beside Skip in the middle of the front seat. I rested my hand on his thigh as he drove towards the direction of a little secluded location where it was known for those scandalous few to go for privacy. It wasn't my first trip out there at the lake and likely wouldn't be my last. 

I could sense that sweet dimpled Skip was nervous. I immediately sensed I found myself a virgin. It was a good assumption that he was just as inexperienced as those part of his little jock football team. 

Out at the lake there was one other vehicle parked, a brand new 1961 Chevy four door with polished silver chrome trim against sleek reflective black and it had those very happening shark fins angled off the back. 

As soon as Skip put the vehicle in park I opened my purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. 

Skip immediately stated, "You can't light that up in here." 

I frowned.

He crankily explained, "My Dad will kill me if he gets whiff of it." 

I shook my head then scooted away from him and opened up the car door, I chirped, "Fine." I tried to hide my annoyance then rose up out of the car but left door the open. 

I tucked the cigarette between my lips and lit it with a match from a matchbook I found in Daddy's study. I fanned the match out then turned around and looked over at the parked Chevy. I thought it strange because the windows weren't steamed by bouts of passion in the backseat which I hoped soon would happen for me. 

My lips puckered as I tucked the cig between my fingers then exhaled from my nose, been smoking for nearly two years at that point. 

Skip complained from inside the car, "Would ya hurry up! I gotta get home by ten!"

I turned to the side then leaned down and looked inside the car at him. I snipped, "Aren't we in a hurry," then purposely I blew the smoke into the vehicle's interior. I giggled in response to his face tensing up with annoyance. 

I rose up and continued to enjoy the cigarette. 

I had an hour and a half to kill and Skip had a half hour. Typically it took a matter of five minutes once in the back seat because boys have no idea how to control themselves. Why had I put myself through that task of seducing them then spread my legs for them? 

In the long run I never got a damned thing in return. No pleasure, well, besides the fact I spoiled my reputation more and more amongst the teen boys which delivered more my direction.

I tossed the half smoked cig then got back into the car and slammed the door. I turned and faced Skip. 

He faced forward as his hands wrung the steering wheel. 

"Okay," I sang then waited for him to finally lunge at me with his boyish hormones. 

He grumbled, "This was a mistake." 

I immediately grimaced, how rude.

"I don't do things like this," he stated then turned his head and looked at me with almost disgust, "And not with girls like you."

My lips tightened into an angry pucker as my eyes narrowed. Bitter, I questioned him and his meaning, "Girls like me?" 

He answered with insult in his tone, "Yeah, girls like you."then he elaborated further his insult, "Girls that are easy, give herself to any boy that comes along." then he again grumbled at me, "I can't go steady with a girl like you." 

Then he announced, "I know what you've done with all those others boys."

A hand planted on my hip, I snapped back, "Then why the hell did you come out here?"

He explained, "The guys wanted me to that's why but I'm not like them." his eyes narrowed then again spat at me with disgust, "And I'm not like you."

Oh, he done struck my very egotistical nerve! 

I swung and smacked him across the face then grumbled, "You're an idiot!" I shifted, kicked my leg and shoved the door open. I got out of the car then slammed the door.

He yelled, "What are you doing?" 

I stomped around the car then approached the driver's side with a hand firm on my hip. I leaned forward to look at him through his open window then lifted my hand and raised my middle finger. I loudly snapped, "I'll find my own ride home, you moron!" 

I spun around with a flip of my hair then marched forward. 

I heard the car start up followed by the tires spinning against the gravel. I kept walking towards the other parked car, hoped they weren't too busy, and Skip's car skidded away. The asshole left me alone.

I hoped some possible strangers would give me, a poor helpless young teen girl, a ride home after being ruthlessly mistreated by her date. 

I slowed my pace and studied the vehicle. It seemed as if no one was inside. Great, I whined in thought, maybe the car broke down and the driver was already gone which would mean I had to walk back to suburbia. 

I walked up to the vehicle, saw no one in the backseat. Then I glimpsed what looked like a sleeping figure behind the wheel. I stepped around the back of the car and made my way towards the driver's side prepared to charm the driver. Sure, perhaps my choice wasn't so wise with all the strange deaths of some less moral women but that was me. Yep, Vivian Addams always dove head first without looking or thinking of the consequences. 

I approached the driver's side then lifted my hand and tapped my fist on the window. 

The man behind the wheel suddenly startled then quickly rolled the window down and looked at me with a frown. He was a messy haired dirty blonde who wore a checkered long sleeved shirt and suspenders. 

I put on my sweetest smile and used my god awful sweet song, "Hi, I hate to bother you." 

"Then don't." the guy rudely commented.

"I'm sorry," I desperately tried to ignore his rudeness then laid on my thick story of distress, "My date just up and left me here and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me ride back into town."

"No," he quickly said with a quick shake of his head then swiftly rolled the window back up. 

My jaw dropped. My arms tightly crossed over my chest then I gave the car door a quick thump with my shoe. My sweet tone vanished and I grumbled, "Jerk!" Then I spun around on the gravel and headed angrily towards the dirt road. 

Well, my night was wasted, poor me stuck walking back to town. Fun my ass, I complained in though, should have stayed home to entertain Daddy's handsome guest. Yes, definitely should have stayed home because damned Skip was shit compared to Daddy's client. My lips intriguingly puckered as I reminisced about that man Mr. Dandridge as my flats stomped against the gravel as I neared the main paved road. 

Then I pouted as I stepped onto the road. There I was, some maniac out there killing women and I walked down a dark highway all by my lonesome because I my very person was insulted by a stupid boy. On top of that, I was denied a ride by some jerk who sat alone in a parked car. 

I paused, that guy might likely be the damned killer. And I guessed, that would be my luck, that idiot would come chase me down with his car, kidnap me, do god knows what else, then leave me dead in some ditch somewhere. 

After a mile down the highway, I dragged my feet with my shoulders slumped. My lips continued to pout, it was the longest night of my life. Then came a glare of headlights from behind me. Oh, I quickly worried in thought, what if it was the jerk from the lake or maybe some traveling salesman thinking he could get his hands on a teen girl for some fun? Or what if they just drive on by and never stopped to offer me a ride? 

I'd have to continue walking. Oh, decisions! 

The vehicle rolled past but then the taillights went bright red which meant they were stopping. Indeed the vehicle pulled onto the shoulder. 

I smiled wide then started to hurry towards the vehicle but the closer I got, I recognized the shark fins. I stopped my approach then took a step back. I shook my head because there was no way in hell I was gonna get into a car with a jerk who basically told me to fuck off. 

My head continued to shake side to side while telling myself to turn around and walk away though it was the opposite direction of town. 

I turned, prepared to run in case the guy came chasing me. 

"Vivian Addams!" my name was called by a familiar voice. 

My lips formed into that intrigued pucker then my head slowly turned. I peered over my shoulder as I gathered the length of my hair over the opposite shoulder. Well, I was surprised, actually pleasantly surprised. My little heart skipped a beat.

My Daddy's client Mr. Dandridge stood before the open front passenger door. 

Hmm, I noted, hadn't noticed any sign of him out at the lake. 

I turned to the side as I brought my hands in front of me and clutched my purse. "Mr. Dandridge?" I asked, used that sweet innocent tone and loosened the pucker about my lips. I knew it was him, couldn't miss that silhouette by a long shot. 

His smooth voice replied, "Yes." 

I pressed my lips together. I pleasingly thought, why not trade a boy for a man, hmm? 

The innocent persona was delivered, I shyly moved towards the vehicle. The closer I got the more I made that pucker disappear in preparation to weave my tale of being mercilessly left behind to fend for myself by the horrible teenage boy. I beamed in thought, a real man rescued me. Yet, perhaps my innocence was somewhat conflicted by my little moment back at home when I displayed the little devil inside me. I internally shrugged, oh well! 

I stepped to the back of the car, pucker diminished. 

Through the soft hum of the vehicle, Mr. Dandridge asked, "Vivian, why are you out on this dark road all by yourself." 

I shyly tilted my head then reached a hand up and stroked the length of my hair that lay over my right breast. Pitifully I sang with a pout, "My date left me at the lake." yet, inside I was damned excited as I continued my deceptive innocent routine and commented, "I had no idea this was your car, Mr. Dandridge." I lifted my hand and aimed my finger at the back of the stupid driver's silhouette inside the car, "I did ask him for help but he said no and so I had no choice but to walk." 

"I apologize for Billy." he quickly responded then explained, "I was taking a walk and had no idea."

Sweetly I batted my eyes and sang with equal sweetness, "That's okay, Mr. Dandridge." 

He stepped forward then grabbed the back door and opened it, he offered, "Please, allow me to have you seen home safely." 

I wasn't going to not take it! 

Again I sweetly sang, "Thank you, Mr. Dandridge." I flashed him a sweet smile as I slipped into the backseat and slid against the fine black leather. I immediately caught the distinct scent of woman's perfume. 

The door closed and that Billy person glared at me through the rear view mirror. 

I narrowed my eyes at him. 

Mr. Dandridge got into the vehicle then looked to his companion driver. With sternness he spoke to the oaf, "Billy," then he actually ordered, "Tell the young lady that you're sorry." 

Billy's eyes were still narrowed as he spied back at me through the mirror. Reluctantly he did as told, "I'm sorry." Then he refocused and steered the car back onto the road.

I sat and beamed on the inside because that jerk in front of me was made into an idiot. But I played it sweet then chirped, "That's okay, Billy, it was an honest miss understanding." 

My eyes shifted in direction of Mr. Dandridge's lovely profile. His hair was rich and black and so stylish and mature. Playing my damsel in distress card, I chimed how thankful I was of his rescue, "Again, thank you, Mr. Dandridge, you saved me from having to walk all that way back home." 

Mr. Dandridge's head turned and his eyes peered back at me. 

I swear, there was a type of light or glow caught within his dark eyes. 

With his remarkable voice he sang, "You're very welcome," a brief pause and lusciously my name followed, "Vivian." 

His voice instantly sent a naughty quiver beneath my proper clothes. 

He then stated,"It would be wrong if I left you on the side of road all alone."

I quickly spoke up, "Especially with all those horrible things that's happened."

He somewhat froze. 

I asked, "You've heard about those horrible murders haven't you?" 

"Hmm," he somewhat hummed then said, "Yes." 

Keeping my innocent melody I stated, "I was so afraid that your friend was the killer." 

Billy suddenly choked on what sounded like a laugh.

Mr. Dandridge flashed Billy a stern gaze.

My left brow curiously lifted then I again returned to my thankful sweet demeanor and said, "Thankfully for me he wasn't and neither are you." I rested my purse clutching hands against my pressed knees then proudly announced, "I'm writing an article for the high school newspaper about it." and with further pride said my goals, "After graduation I intend on attending college to pursue journalism."

Mr. Dandridge swiftly commented, "Very ambitious," then he stated, "And I am certain you'll be successful."

"Oh, I will be." I confidently sang with a short nod then stated, "I'm not living here all my life like my Mother and Father."

He commented, "And I am positive you'll definitely be successful because of your obvious confidence." Again he looked at me as I was seated behind his fat headed driver then slyly added, "Also, as beautiful as you are," in the shadows I witnessed the distinct shift of his eyes which glanced down then returned back to my eyes, "There will likely be nothing denied to you." 

I really liked him. Maybe I was a bit more than smitten with the sweet talker. I never blushed but it was as if I were having my ego stroked. I sang, "Thank you, Mr. Dandridge." then felt my lips begin their intrigued pucker, "And," I felt it coming, that flirtatious harlot inside me brewed, "I'll be polite, like Mommy says I should, and say," I leaned a bit to the side, focused my big blues on his stunning and shadowed good looks, "You're very handsome and I'm sure there's nothing that's ever been denied to you." Oh, I was simply devilish and dropped him a huge suggestive hint. 

Within the glow of the nearing lights of town, that grin formed over his lovely lips then I watched motion as I listened to his smooth tone, "Are you being polite, Vivian, like your mommy tells you to be?" that tone of his provoked my every naughty nerve and he raised the provoking, "Or are you quite possibly making a pass at me which I'm positive your mommy would most likely disapprove?" 

I was called out but it didn't deter me, yet I loved to play coy. A mock flabbergasted tone, I asked, "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

He quickly replied, "Not a girl," his eyes didn't alleviate from their focus on me and seemingly didn't blink once, he elaborated, "You're a young woman who knows what she wants." 

His eyes suddenly shifted from me and looked to Billy then he demanded, "Pull over." 

Instantly Billy pulled to the shoulder just on the edge of town. 

Mr. Dandridge turned then swiftly opened his door and got out, the door slammed. 

Oh shit, I questioned in thought, was I being kicked out of the car for being just as Skip said I was? 

Great, my thoughts whined then I huffed, at least I was just outside of town and wouldn't have far to walk. 

The door to my right came open and to my surprise Mr. Dandridge got into the back seat. He didn't toss me out on the road as I had suspected. I somewhat startled when he firmly demanded his driver to get out of the car.

Billy got out of the car without question but he did grumble under his breath followed by slamming the door. 

I darted my head to the right, looked to the man seated on the other end of the leather backseat. I commented, "I thought you were taking me home." My fingers tightened their grip of my purse. The look he gave me was strange, yet it was still undeniably attractive. My eyes found their focus, those lips of his, that damn wondrous mouth and I watched them motion. 

He stated, "Not just yet."

Watching those lips was almost hypnotic which was enhanced by those heavenly smooth vocals. 

He moved which caused my eyes to deviate from his lips. He lifted his arm and offered his hand to me. 

I didn't understand the gesture for we were right there in the backseat. 

His head tilted down, those eyes intense and he urged, "Take my hand." 

My eyes frowned with question. 

He again urged, "Take my hand, Vivian." 

I leaned back a little, dug my nails into my purse. 

He then asked instead of urge, "Vivian, do you want to take my hand?" 

I gave no answer.

He dropped his offered hand then commented, "You have a very strong will, Vivian Addams, and that's very admirable." 

My eyes again looked to his lips because, face it, I didn't want his hand. 

He asked, "What do you want, Vivian?" Had he noticed my persistent infatuation with his mouth? 

My eyes shifted up from his lips, moved over the distinct shape of his nose then stopped locked with his intuitive brown eyes. His eyes were large almost black with a soft downward slant at the outer corners and defining lines about the lids. My pucker tightened over my lips, more than intrigue developed. 

He encouraged, "Tell me what you want, Vivian." 

I pressed my lips together, most of the lipstick had faded. What did I want? 

I wanted out of suburbia so badly I could quite possibly go insane another moment amongst the lemmings of 1961 proper society. I wanted more than some typical existence. I wanted a life where I was envied and admired. I was fed up with suburban boys who couldn't decipher the difference between an orgasm and a touchdown. I wanted to be more beautiful, not a typical beauty, but something so remarkable that even a blind man could sense my beauty. I wasn't meant for commonality or to become my Mother who bowed at my Father's requests obediently. I wanted others to bow to my every request. 

He commented, "You want it all." 

Prompted from my thoughts by his impeccable vocals, I again dared and looked him directly in the eyes. My left brow lifted and I stated,"Yes." 

With a similar confidence inside me, he stated, "And, so, you will have it all." Then he reached and slid across the leather seat. 

My eyes were unable to break contact with his. I felt his hand firstly touch against the side of my face which sent my heart into a quick rhythm. His touch was as chilled as when I earlier shook his hand. There was nothing ordinary about that man, I felt it in deepest depths inside my body. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 01



In his eyes I witnessed something that seemed beyond decades of maturity and knowledge. I felt myself consumed by the depths of those lovely brown eyes, more so than his lips which grazed mine. Unable to pry my eyes from his, I never noticed when he brought his fingertip to his lips. I was lost somewhere in those eyes. So lost I barely felt the touch of his fingertip against my lips. I was nearly numb to what felt like a chill of moisture being painted over my bottom lip. 

I instinctively licked my lips, tasted something intriguing, metallic and somehow rich. The moment that taste struck my tongue I felt a type of intoxication move over my mind and body. An intoxicated state of some kind caused confusion and slight disorientation... 

Mr. Dandridge's POV

I, the vampire Jerry Dandridge, watched closely the effects that very miniscule sample of my blood gave that quite precious eighteen year old beauty. 

The moment I met her, young Vivian Addams, I knew there was something very special about her by her truly cunning demeanor. How blinded she made her mother, brilliantly gave the falsehood that she was an innocent pure angel when behind her mother's back she was beyond redemption. Only eighteen and she had more ambition than any of those around her. She radiated more confidence than any of her own age, she was filled with determination. 

I saw it all within those short few minutes of our first true introduction. Within her nearly crystal blue eyes was a fire which I knew burned within my own. Yet, she was far too young to attempt to present her my gift. Yet, I knew that very evening that she was meant for the gift. 

A soul such as Vivian's was created for just that purpose, for a life of eternity. I had no doubt that in the right amount of time, she would embrace such a gift and undoubtedly make it her own. 

Noted, I had no clue that I would happen upon her again that same evening. 

Billy had sat in the car as I had taken a pretty young woman, perhaps twenty, out on a seemingly innocent leisurely stroll around the man made lake. I had only been in the suburban village for little over a month and had taken only a few victims from that small community. The others were brought from the large city in the distance. I fed, took that young thing after she stripped her blouse and bared the side of her throat which was heavy with her floral perfume. Then within moments her body fell to the chill dampened ground atop the crisp fallen leaves. 

I returned to the car, instructed Billy to retrieve the body for decapitation and disposal. At that time, Billy made no mention he was asked for assistance but I immediately picked up the scent within that crisp evening air. I immediately knew that scent was distinctly the youthful ebony haired flirt from Stanley Addams's humble home. 

The moment Billy returned, stuffed the body in the large trunk, I questioned him and he reluctantly admitted that some young woman had asked for a ride after he overheard her argument with whomever she was with. Yes, Billy was one good for eavesdropping and blatantly stated the girl was no better than the one stuffed inside the trunk and just as easy. 

I narrowed my eyes at him which quickly shut his mouth.

Then I discovered Vivian strolling along the dark highway. Immediately I ordered my day watcher to pull to the left shoulder. Billy knew better than to argue with my demands and pulled to shoulder, left the engine running. 

Earlier that evening, I easily picked up on her instant attraction which hadn't surprised me. Yet, what was odd, unlike her mother and every mortal I came across, she wasn't infatuated or hypnotized by my eyes, it was my lips. She focused on my lips and every word I spoke. 

That truly sly creature in the making, willingly accepted my offer to take her home and the result, she was before me. 

Yes, I could have had a second meal but I oddly found her as fascinating as she found my lips. 

I took advantage of that moment, eagerly shared my own immortal blood and painted her lovely full and naturally pouted bottom lip. The moment my blood was tasted she was swiftly struck by intoxication which would easily have made her vulnerable and an easy target for my taste for such youthful blood. I have always had a weakness for youthful blood, since the very beginning. Yet, I refused to feed my unnatural hunger by killing her. 

As she was dazed by the very small droplet of my very blood, I made study of her.

I gripped the back of her neck, her head slightly swayed within that weight of intoxication. I inhaled her scent which I refused to never forget. There was so much corruption about her that it was amusing. Such an angelic face and behind that innocent mask was a true heathen that craved for a higher purpose than what seemed before her. 

It was rare that I would even consider gifting another for it would have to be someone remotely worthy and special. And I decided, in time that specific young thing would eventually transform into a woman of remarkable taste and beauty. I imagined her in the following years and what she would achieve with that determination and confidence, so like my own. I made the decision to keep an eye on her. A very close eye on her. 

And to ensure that my eyes were kept at close watch, I took her petite hand in mine. 

I folded her fingers but the index. I brought her finger to my lips then lightly parted them followed by guiding the heat of her fingertip passed my lips, the pad up. The tip of my fang scraped then pressed down into the very flesh of her fingertip and created a very fine emergence of blood. My lips gently formed over her finger and I tasted the very depths of her impurities and sins. 

Those tasted sins read they were committed at her own free will as did any sinner. But her sins were for her own greed and for that overflowing determination and confidence that would one day deliver her into greatness. 

My eyes lightly fluttered, so tempted to taste more of her luscious and fragrant blood. I eased her finger from my mouth and took a moment to indulge in the flavors that lingered over my delicate immortal palate. 

I felt my eyes transition from their dark brown to my personalized and signature deep red and orange tones. My eyes focused on her face. 

The fluttering of intoxication was about her blue eyes and relaxation about her full mouth. Oh, yes, there was no doubt in my eternal mind that she would become perfection, just as I. But to achieve that perfection, such as I, meant age and wisdom. 

I guided her closer, felt the soft heat breathe pass her gently parted lips. I lifted my right hand and grazed the fine tips of my lengthened nails along the smooth and heated surface of her beautiful face which I knew would one day be even more remarkable to look upon. 

I said with a whisper, "Vivian Addams," I enjoyed the sound of her name as it passed my lips, "You won't remember me from this moment on, this memory won't be there." I spoke to her though she would never remember a single word, "I am inside you now and you are inside me. I will know when you're near before you will even sense me. Our time will come when I know you are aged and ready for what I will give you. And I anticipate that evening." 

I would haunt her every thought but she won't know who, won't remember who or what. I implanted a seed of constant intrigue inside her which would assist her passion to achieve everything she wanted. 

To seal her unknown pact, I leaned forward, my lips gently pressed against hers. I heard and felt her heavy sigh which faded into a soft purr. I felt just a slight motion of her lips.

I delivered her home. Her parents were oblivious to my presence. 

I laid her down atop her bed. Yes, she looked that of an ebony haired angel with milky white skin as she slept beneath the side effects of that seemingly harmless taste of my blood. I took great care, removed her clothing. Hmm, such pleasure I was given when I studied her naked glory that one day would be even more glorious. 

She was eighteen but had the glorious development of a mature woman. Rarely I took the time to admire another, most who came were simply plucked from life to feed my immortal hunger. And even more rarely would I feed a more natural hunger that, yes, we immortals shared with mortals. That natural carnal hunger developed nearly the instant I met Vivian Addams for she was rarity in her own right. 

The suburban dwelling was silent, the oblivious parents asleep likely in their matching twin sized beds. Yet, in that silence I clearly heard the distinct sound of Vivian's breaths mingled with intoxicated sighs. 

I had removed my trench coat and stood at her bedside as my lengthened fingers worked down the buttons of my shirt, lengthy nails scraped. My eyes focused on that ebony hair youthful beauty, studied closely every lovely naked curve of womanly figure. 

The shirt was pried back, neatly I draped it over the bedpost. Then I removed the remainder of my clothing, closely watched and further studied her undoubted beauty.

I knew she was impure, that scent was immediate upon out first meeting and was proven by her little none angelic display behind her mother's back but the scent was the true giveaway. I could imagine how many clumsy teenaged boys who were given the honor of touching, fondling, and attempting to please such a divine creature. Yet, instinctively I knew after my moment with her, there would be no other male who could compare though she would never understand why or know who or what she compared them against. 

My hand lowered and touched her forehead then wove my finger into the crown of her deep black hair. I lowered as her head tilted back and a soft hum passed her lips. Against hers my lips pressed, again she hummed with sexual awakening. Yes, I was an expert when it dealt with awakening another's sexual desires. Yet, admittedly, the bittersweet creature returning my kiss had unknowingly awakened my own rare sexual desires.

I lowered further crouched at my knees as my hands embraced the sides of her lovely face. My kiss heightened, my fang tips scraped against her suckling bottom lip. My left hand left her face, the fine lengthy tips of my nails traced along the slope of her arching neck, over the smoothness of her collarbone then found her delectable full breast. 

Her flesh heated and warmed my unnaturally chilled skin, my fingers nearly tingled by the gift of her body's warmth. The heave of her chest steady, how I loved the sound and feel of inhales and exhales which I lacked. There was a definite rush having the control to heighten each of her breaths and the motion of her heaving breasts. 

She was in a dream, as so it was led to seem. Amazing the state a miniscule taste of my ancient blood placed mortals, an immortal drug of sorts. Yet, I was confident there would come the time where there would be no seeming dream of me, reality would be her awakening. A mature moment in her life would come and she would see me without the cloud of intoxication. And that moment I would anticipate. 

That evening, she would have likely met another unsatisfying moment with the young man who abandoned her but much thanks to him, I would satisfy her and ruin any future prospects. The response she eagerly gave was proof of the beginnings of my success. Her beautiful milky toned body shifted atop the bed, her hips begged as her legs eagerly rubbed together. 

My kiss deepened, her full mouth accepted the taste of the tip of my tongue. Lightly with slight pressure my nails tips pressed into the plump youthfulness of her breast which she responded with a deep moan. He rose from my crouch beside her bed then eased my way above her. Her eyes lazily opened, the fog of the dreamlike state heavy but she smiled with that lovely pucker soft about her lips. Blissfully dazed, her hands moved against my shoulders.

I listened to her nearly purr, "Hmm, Mr. Dandridge." 

My lips formed my signature grin, amused by her inability to determined reality from dream. 

She again purred, "Say my name." Her softly fluttering eyes attempted to focus on my lips which were her true infatuation. 

I lowered my body down against hers. Her naked breasts burned against my chest with each of her breaths. My lips neared hers then whispered, "Vivian."

She giggled, her hands nearly slapped against the sides of my face. Her thumbs brushed along the shape of my bottom lip with her eyes desperate to focus. Again she purred in request, "Again, say my name again."

I was beyond amused by her undoubted infatuation with my voice and mouth. Yes, she was pleasantly different. Most women swooned immediately upon the visual of my eyes but not her, she was enthralled by my lips. 

I granted her desire and whispered with a sly tone, "Vivian."

She heavily sighed, her smile soft but displayed the pleasure she receive from my voice speaking her name.

My lips gently brushed against hers, the heat of breath against them. Again I said her name, my tone soft, "Vivian." 

Again she sighed, her smile faded beneath true arousal. 

I was amazed how easily she became sexually stimulated by a simple gesture as I speaking her name. My lips firmly pressed down against hers, her hands held my face. The passion managed to move passed her dazed state, her lips firmly kissed and suckled mine. She was drawn deeper within that supposed dream. Her body displayed no innocence but the experience of her carnal sins shined brilliant. Upward against me she pressed, her legs shifted and spread her youthful thighs. I eagerly accepted her invitation.

I could not speak of how long it had been since I last caved to the natural carnal hunger. Likely decades, a guess on my part. And the moment I pressed my body between her thighs, I heavenly praised the remembrance of pure sexual mortal heat. I was thankful to that twenty something blonde, without her blood consumed my ability to perform my desires on Vivian would not have been possible. If not for that mortal blood filling my veins and body, I would not have experienced the beauty of Vivian's eager sexual dance beneath and against me. 

My carnal hunger grew and my lips ignited with more aggressive passion. I grabbed with my lengthened fingers her ample milky rear, nudged her body into perfect sync with mine. Yes, her experience was plenty which eased her into that sexual rhythm. The harder I motioned between her thighs the more her body radiated that mortal heat which burned against the chill against my immortal skin. I nearly felt my unnaturally cold flesh begin to warm from the burning heat hers produced. 

Within my keen senses, I heard the wondrous pounding of her heart which pumped that needed blood through her entire body and raised her body heat. My lips left hers and eyes snapped, felt their transformation, then I studied her face and watched the flush of sexual heat give color to her naturally porcelain skin. 

Her legs lifted and instinctively wrapped around my waist which triggered me to heighten my thrusts. Her hands became eager to explore my body, not clumsy as many her age, but filled with nearly an expertly trained exploration. The heat of her hands pressed and gripped my rear, urged me to raise those already powerful thrusts. The moment I did as physically urged her lovely vocals were ignited. 

Every moan was beautiful as it mingled with the thudding of her heart and each breath she took. I saw the vivid details her facial expressions, the euphoria of pleasure was clearly known by the gentle part of her full lips and soft flutter of her rolling eyes. 

I held her rear with one hand as the other tucked under head and fisted a handful of her thick ebony hair. He strengthened my thrust, felt my lips snarl exposing my fangs, the pleasure throughout my body intensified. I desired to penetrate her with my fangs, wanted to taste the moment I sent her young body into ecstasy. But I fought the desire, needed to wait until she was ripened to perfect then I would devour nearly all her precious mortal blood then replace with the immortal gift.

Her vocals grew and there was need to silence them for I had no desire to have her parents rush the bedroom. I refused to upheaval her life by slaughtering her parents, I needed her to remain oblivious until our time came.

Swiftly my lips latched to hers which thankfully muffled her ecstasy filled vocalizations and signaled my moment to truly drive her further and further into always desiring a dream. A hand left her rear and moved between our bodies. I knew women well, centuries gave me all the knowledge what truly brought the female body into that ultimate glorious pleasure. 

She nearly squealed the moment I delivered my hand between her tensed thighs. I briefly questioned, had she been without a single male soul that was capable to strike that pleasure zone?

I managed to grin as my lips muffled her every groan, whine, and squeal. For her, another unattainable desire that would secure my legacy within the depths of her subconscious. Her body startled beneath mine as I expertly worked her mortal hot center with two extremities, my immortal hard length and lengthy vampire finger. 

Within her overheated center I felt that distinct pulse of blood signaling her heightening of pleasure. I strove for perfection and her experience, though never to be truly remembered, was to be perfect. Her body arched beneath mine as her muffled whines increased, she was close as was I. I thrust myself repeatedly as her legs held locked around my waist and hands curled and buried her nails into the flesh of my rear. 

My own vocals began as I felt that rise of carnal pleasure. Through the kiss I released tensed growls slithered with nearly animalistic hisses. Thrust after quickened thrust her body stiffened beneath mine. I felt the instant her body broke, that tightened sexual thread snapped followed by a muffled scream vibrated against my lips. Instantly my own thread snapped and one final thrust my body felt the miracle of sexual pleasure I had not experienced in likely many decades.

Down against her my body relaxed, her breasts steadily flattened against my chest with each of her erratic heated breaths. My lips slid from hers as I reveled in the glory that was physical pleasure that was not defined by my sucking fangs. 

She heavily breathed, "Hmm, Mr. Dandridge." A soft giggle followed.

My lips grinned then I pressed a kiss against her flushed cheek. Until next time, I sang one final time, "Vivian."

She sleepily murmured, "That's nice." 

She fell into an actual dream and it was my time to depart. I redressed her in a simple white nightdress. But before my departure, I took a moment to again indulge in the heat of her youthful lips. She became my precious black pearl which would eventually emerge from its shell with nothing but the image of pure perfection. 

A temporary farewell I bade her, "Until next we meet, Vivian Addams."

Physically I left her life but within the furthest confines of her mind I would be that something that she desperately desired to find. 

One evening she would find me again. I had no doubt.



In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 02



Vivian's POV

Twenty-one years old and where did I end up? 

Vivian Addams was a damned rookie journalist. I was still a damned rookie after one year of my service in that pit of a paper, if you want to call it a paper. 

I was brought onto the tabloid newspaper called Moonlight News as an intern, that was a year prior. I got fed up with doing the damned typical shit my boss Berger kept throwing at me. I wanted something juicier but apparently everything in the damned tabloid world was juicy because the majority of it was bullshit. I hated my assignments with a passion and wished I could have real passion for assignments much more up my damned alley, vampires. 

God, I don't know what it was but something during my senior year triggered me to go ape over the idea of vampires. It was triggered by those mysterious deaths that happened in my own town that was your typical suburban hell. My Halloween article ran in the high school newspaper which practically made me the laughingstock of the entire community because I swore that there was something more of a supernatural nature that killed off those unwanted and scandalous women of my community. 

I graduated and hightailed it out of there. I left behind my parents who continued their same day to day lives while Mother was Father's willing slave to the housewife trade. I refused to let that happen to me, so I got my ass out of there and hit the college circuit until I found myself at Moonlight News.

So, I spent a year and took bullshit assignments. I was fed up and finally marched my perky and round ass to the boss man's office then demanded something more tasteful than damn Satanic or Alien nonsense. I wanted to be the paper's lead vampire expert and refused to have a bunch of fictional crap printed under my name. 

I presented him with the concept of a monthly article called In the Hands of a Vampire. Burger made the bargain that he would run the first article I come up with in a month's time, if it gets a good bite of interest he would think about a reoccurring article just for me. 

It helped that I let him have an eyeful of my tits which thankfully got me many places in such a short time. 

There it began, In the Hands of a Vampire was born as was Vivian Addams. 

I dove head first in my dream of greatness and created my first real contact with the nearest police department, a rookie named Riley who gave me the information I needed to start me off on the right track. My expertise would lead me further down that track which followed into nearing 1970. 

My article was so damned popular that it ran as center page within Moonlight News. My face graced that center page article, beautiful darkness was how I described my look. No more Mommy to deny me my precious makeup. So there I was, my lips were puckered with brilliant vibrant red while my baby blues were heightened by dark intricate liner and thick lashes. 

My fans adored me, evident by the stacks of fan mail that landed on my desk nearly every week. I would correspond with my fans, left my signature pucker stained at the end of each letter with a spritz of my favorite orange blossom scent. Sure I got your occasional sucker who would write in detail how they wanted to suck me into ecstasy. I wished. Hell, I even got those letters that threatened, if I didn't stop my investigation works on vampires I would meet a blood drained end. I determined, they didn't have the balls. 

I loved the direction my life was headed. I had a snazzy little one bedroom apartment decorated to vampire perfection with all my framed articles and movie posters of my favorite Christopher Lee Hammer Films. I developed my own unique appearance. I embraced my love for the luscious and the classic femme Vampira and my naughtiest idol of them all, Miss Betty Page. Oh, yes, I started to get all I ever wanted with one exception.

Where was my face to face with one of those undead beauties? 

It was New Year's Eve in my big city of Atlanta. I spent the day and into the evening in my favorite little coffee shop, put together next month's article while the majority of folks were already wasted before the midnight hour of the new decade. 

Near eleven, I had no choice but to leave the coffee shop since they prepared to close for the night. I tossed my tip then paid the bill and pulled on my black mink coat. I stepped out into that chilly evening. 

On the sidewalk I heard the constant celebrations coming from all directions. I lit up a cigarette tucked between my puckered stunning red lips. I took a look up at the decent sized moon which had the sign of deep cold in the form of a glowing ring. I exhaled with the smoke visually thicker because of the mixture of my heated breath that blew into the freezing air. A nice night for a walk though most would think me nuts because, let's face it, the nuts truly came out on a frantic night of drunken celebration. 

I turned on my six in heeled black suede and fur trimmed boots then strutted with my fabulous strut. It took me time to learn how to walk on such a height because of my years of being forced to wear nothing but tacky and unattractive flats. 

Cars passed with the sounds of the cold under the weight of their tires as they passed over some packed snow lining near the curb. Snow wasn't totally rare in the south but it came that year with a bit more effort. 

As always, I got some whoops and hollers from some drunken passerby hung out his window as he held a bottle of booze. Yep, I really felt nothing but confidence towards my fabulous beauty. My ego throughout the years broadened, yet there were occasions I felt my ego somewhat tarnished when another attempted relationship ended. 

It seemed my relationships would last perhaps two months at the most because my career was more my focus than the man I was involved with. Honestly I didn't think they had what it took to deal with the likes of me. I was an independent woman and didn't need a man to provide for me. I simply needed a man to shower me with compliments and make sure my ego was well stroked. Besides myself, perhaps I loved my vampires more than any man who managed to get into my bed. 

Yet, there was something else that I just couldn't put my red tipped finger on that seemed to also hinder my ability to keep a damned man in my life. Definitely something under sheets just never felt right. And I seemed to truly never attract my type. I always managed to snag those business men who thought I was the proper mistress because of my elaborate appearance, the opposite of prim and proper housewife material. Eventually they thought I would transform into that suburban submissive but they were mistaken because I loathed such a boring lifestyle. 

I finished my cig and tossed it to the curb, let the snow and cold burn it out. I decided a cab would be better since my poor stunning curves were chilled, even through my thick fur coat. 

I turned to the curb, looked both ways. There was only emptiness with echoing celebration that bounced off the buildings. I planted a hand on my hip and bitched at myself in thought, should have called a damned cab back at the coffee shop instead of the bright idea of walking. Just because I wrote about icy skinned individuals didn't mean I lacked warm blood. I too easily got chilled by icy temperatures. 

My lips puckered as I tapped the tip of my boot against the curb. 

"How much?" a voice asked from behind me. 

My eyes narrowed. I angrily asked in thought, seriously, did I truly look that much like a fucking whore? 

I gripped my clutch purse then spun around on my heels and struck the messy dirty blonde guy across his face. "Fuck off!" I snapped at the guy then shoved against his plaid shirt then pushed him aside and turned away. 

I stomped down the sidewalk. Stupid fucking men, I shouted in my head, just because a woman stood at a curb doesn't make them a damned hooker! 

I was fed up with the cold and had no intention to again be asked 'how much'. So I found the first warm and open to the public joint. 

Thankfully around the corner I found a hustle of people coming in and out of a basement level place that looked like a club or bar. I had no care what kind of dive it was, I was freezing my panties off. 

I pushed passed a few drunken huggers then stepped down some steps and heard the distinct sound of music and voices. I paused before entering, saw the photographed image of a sure looker of a woman who apparently hosted some party inside the joint for New Year's Eve, Regine. 

I shrugged then shoved my way through the door, didn't care that I knocked the heavy door into a couple seemingly making out. I needed a damned drink after being assumed a common street walker, also something to warm me up, so I headed towards the bar. I paid no attention to the music or the patrons, minded my own damned business. 

At the bar I plopped my round rear on a stool and shouted my order to a blonde muscle bound looking guy in a dress shirt and vest. "Hey," I shouted at him again as I tapped my long ruby nails against the bar top, "Hey, Hercules, gin and tonic, please!" 

I shook my head then dug into my purse and pulled out my compact and tube of red lipstick. I eyed my lovely full lips, reapplied the red sheen over them then pressed them together. 

The bartender slid my glass of gin and tonic before me. I gave him a quick smile then crammed the compact and tube back into the purse. I pulled out a twenty but he lifted his hand. 

"Already taken care of, Miss." Mister Buff stated with a huge smile then went about his business. 

Huh, I shrugged, fine by me! 

I wrapped my red tipped fingers around the crystal glass then brought it my lips. My eyes finally decided to take a moment to scope the joint as I wondered who was kind enough to pay for my drink. 

I never saw a place remotely like it. The joint was sorta classy and not completely filled with drunken idiots. I found the patrons somewhat complimenting to my appearance. Surely some classy folks painted up beautifully and dressed with different vintage fashions. 

My eyes scanned and studied. I noticed quite a few individuals getting it on in darkened corners with some serious literal necking going on over in one corner. The woman looked positively intoxicated and in a good way. My lips slightly puckered against the rim of the glass as I took a good voyeuristic eyeful of the lovely couple. Wow, I chimed in thought, she sure loved having that man's mouth on the side of her neck. My left brow lifted curiously, something made me suspicious. Perhaps it was my brain filled with nothing but vampires that made me see things that weren't really happening. 

My eyes shifted to another couple but this time it was a woman who lavished some serious mouthy action against a man's neck. I blinked then looked to a booth where a man sat with his arms stretched over the back of the seat with his head back and an expression of pure ecstasy over his entire face with lips gaped into a dazed grin. My eyes slightly squinted then watched a woman pop up from behind the booth table licking her lips. 

I asked myself, okay, Vivian, what have you walked into? Had I stepped into a vampire wannabe kinks club where everyone was celebrating the arrival of a New Year and decade by getting all biting and sucking happy on one another? 

I gulped down my drink and slammed the glass atop the bar. Perhaps I had warmed myself up enough. I looked down the bar at muscle man, "Hey," I shouted and he looked at me, "Got a pay phone in here or something?" 

Mr. Muscles nodded then pointed passed me. 

I gave a quick wave then tossed the twenty down on the bar top and shouted, "Thanks, doll!" I slipped off the stool then turned and saw a lit sign that indicated the pay phones. 

I smoothed my hands down my rear then strutted forward. I moved passed some serious eyeballs that had a hard time maintaining their ogles. I didn't blame them, look at me. 

I opened my purse and started to dig for a dime as I kept my pointed boots aimed towards the phones. In my determination to find a damned dime, I firmly bumped into another body. My purse dropped from my hands. "Shit!" I cursed then crouched in my snug high waist black satin pants and grabbed my purse. 

My eyes looked forward, took quick notice of two quite expensive black hand stitched leather shoes. Hmm, I hummed in thought, nice. I wondered who wore such tasteful shoes. 

My eyes lifted, firstly I eyed well tailored rich gray slacks with a very prominent pressed seam pleated down the center of the legs. I slowly rose up along with my eyes which followed that pleated trail up the length of those long legs. My eyes couldn't resist, made a dramatic pause right dab where I was curious what was beneath those expensive and fine made slacks. 

As my legs straightened, my eyes moved passed a leather belt then followed the line of silver and onyx studded buttons that moved up the center of the fine material of a shirt a hint darker than the slacks. My head slightly tilted as my lips tensed their pucker. My eyes grew a bit wider and brow lifted. My eyes made a complete stop at a very nice set of lips and all I could think, great mouth. 

I watched those lips move.

From a remarkable set of lips came a voice just as remarkable, "Excuse me."

I said, almost mesmerized by those killer lips, "No, Excuse me." a slight intrigued grin formed across my puckered lips then I added, "I wasn't watching, well, where I was going." 

Wow, I couldn't remember ever seeing a mouth remotely that fascinating in, well, my eyes frowned. Huh, whatever, I shook it off. Those lips were quite an entertaining sight. 

I finally pried my blues from those simply tasty looking lips then instantly found a positively remarkable face that went with those divine lips. 

"Nonetheless," he spoke again, such a smooth tone, "I apologize." 

"No need," I chirped, pressed my lips together and refreshed the red. I pulled my hand up with the silver dime pinched between my fingers then I quipped, "It was a pleasure running into you." 

I reluctantly took a step to the side, stepped around that fine stunning example of manly perfection. I took a quick peek over my shoulder, took an eager glance down to discover an equally remarkable ass. My eyes lifted, discovered him looking over his shoulder at me then I watched those fabulous lips smirk. 

I shrugged my shoulders and thought, he shouldn't walk around with an ass like that if he didn't expect certain eyeballs not to steal a look. 

I puckered my lips then turned and found an actual indoor phone booth. I stepped into the booth and grabbed the phone. When I pulled it from the base I discovered the fucking steel metal cord so inconveniently snapped off in the middle. I slammed the damned thing down and huffed. I shook my head defeated by a damned pay phone then stepped out of the booth and unfortunately that stunner had vanished. I tossed my arms in the air then decided to spend my last hour of 1969 amongst a bunch of vampire wannabes. 

I sauntered back to the bar and again shouted to the barkeep for another gin and tonic. 

The pale version of the Incredible Hulk arrived and slid me another filled glass. "No luck, Miss?" he asked, "And don't worry, again, paid for." he added with a grin, "You're popular." 

"Ha," I rolled my eyes then crudely stated, "And no, your fucking phone is broke and thanks to whomever." I grabbed the drink and toasted the purchaser of my drink, whoever it was. 

I scooted my tooshy back onto the bar stool then peered out as more music began to play. I choked on a laugh, watched this crazy long blonde haired guy start partying by himself amongst others that tried to avoid being slammed into by his crazy moves. I shook my head and sipped my drink and thought, at least someone was having a good time. 

I glanced at the neon clock above the line of liquor shelves, a half hour until the New Year. I scanned the joint again, discovered the earlier make out sessions and the booth blow job finished and the individuals vanished. My eyes moved over the slightly crowded dance floor and, bam, there he was, my run in. My lips puckered as I closely watched this obvious looker. 

The stunning run-in escorted an equally lovely woman onto the dance floor. Well, damn, I pouted I thought, disappointed. I watched as he in oddly bowed to his partner in an almost old fashioned manner then watched the woman in red strangely curtsy. Man, I excitedly thought, this shit would make a seriously awesome In the Hands of a Vampire article! 

I quickly dug out my pad and lucky pen. I used the bar top and set the pad down, proceeded to write as I sipped my drink. 

It flowed from my pen like gothic poetry. My eyes watched the strangest dance which seemed so unlikely for the more modern music. It was like a gothic ballet of sorts. Oh, that was good, so I wrote it down. Gah, I wished the crazy guy in the bomber jacket would have stopped bouncing in the way of the positively gorgeous couple. 

I started humming to the music and continued to enjoy my drink and inspiration. 

"Vivian Addams?" a man's voice asked.

Yeah I wasn't impressed by that voice because it had no comparison to the stunner's voice. I bitchily asked, "Yeah, what of it?" I refused to look up from my writing. 

"In the Hands of a Vampire, correct?" the guy asked with a strange tone. 

I simply said with added bitchiness, "Yeah." Continued my focus on my writing and study of the couple. 

Then whoever he was stepped in front of me and blocked my damned view. 

My lips puckered with annoyance. I finally looked this black haired and pale faced tool in his beady brown eyes. I planted a hand on my hip and snapped, "Would you move, please!" I then shooed him with my hand and informed, "You're blocking my view." I leaned to the side, desperate to continue my observation.

Wow, I praised in thought, that tall, dark, and stunningly handsome 'run in' sure knew how to move that stylishly clad body of his. 

That idiot commented, "Enjoying the drink I bought you, I see." 

I quickly replied, "Yep, thanks." sounded as uninterested as I was then demanded, "Now move." 

A bit frustrated by my bitchiness, he commented, "That's not very polite."

"Sorry," I said though I wasn't, simply wanted his ass out of my way. But that observation cock blocking moron wouldn't budge. And so I leaned back then grimaced at him and snapped, "I'm working here!" then I asked and lifted the pen before his narrowed eyes, "Can't you see the fucking pen in my hand?"

I shook my head, "Seriously," I grumbled then reminded him, "I didn't ask you to buy me the drink, now did I? So, what do you expect, huh?" my bitchiness continued, "Oh, you expected that I'm going to go all swoony because you purchased my fucking gin and tonic?" and my finally demand, "Fuck off!" 

I wasn't in the mood to deal with assholes who think they had the right to get into my tight pants because they bought me a fucking drink. 

I swear, he started to snarl at me which wasn't the first time for me but it was the first time I caught visual of what looked like damned fangs. That just fueled the bitch inside me, "Oh, is that supposed to frighten me into submission?" I snapped then laughed in his face and hinted my next snide move, "Here, asshole, take your drink back!" I quickly tossed the rest of the contents of my glass into his face. 

I then shouted a more obscene and colorful demand, "Go suck a dick with your fake assed fangs, Dracula!" 

I growled, had my inspirational moment severely hindered. I shoved my pad and pen back into my purse then twisted my rear on the stool and slipped off. "Fucking vampire posers!" I grumbled under my breath then questioned out loud, "Why do I always get the fucking lunatics?!" 

With six inch heeled stomps and I stormed for the exit. At the door I shook my fists with frustration then swung it open. Immediately I felt the brisk chill strike me face on. My eyes rolled and reluctantly I stormed out of the weird assed club. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 02



Up the steps I returned to the sidewalk. I marched passed the earlier hugging couple and angrily shouted, "Happy fucking New Year!" I stomped down the sidewalk with my arms stiff down at my sides as I tapped my purse anxiously against my thigh. 

I continued on my merry pissed off way, hated fucking New Year's Eve with a passion. I neared an alley that cut between two buildings with my blue eyes wide with fury. Suddenly, upon stomping before the alley, I felt a grip of my fur covered arm then a swift jerk which pulled me into the dark alley. 

I had no opportunity to react. I was painfully slammed back against the icy and harsh brick wall, the wind practically knocked out of me. An icy hand latched around my throat so powerfully I thought it was going to be crushed. I choked against the vice grip then before my eyes came that pale face that dripped with gin and tonic. I gasped with shock, witnessed those two beady eyeballs catch the light with an ominous glow. 

What the hell was I looking at? Was this what I have been searching for but found me and was that my end?! 

"You bitch," he lowly hissed then stated, "I'm going to suck you dry and leave you in the gutter to rot!" He pulled me forward then again slammed me painfully back against the wall. 

I gasped in pain, the back of my head hit pretty hard which knocked what sense I had out of me. 

"You've run your damned mouth too much, Vivian Addams!" he lowly grumbled, his voice echoed in my slightly spinning head, "I will be praised for ending you, you smug bitch!" He evilly chuckled. 

Holy shit! 

That was it, I determined, I was going to be done in by an asshole for a vampire! That wasn't how I wanted to go out! At that point, I hadn't been laid in over two weeks! 

Oh, wait. 

I hadn't had good sex at all! 

Why, I whined in silence, why was I gonna die before I had the chance to find me a man who knew what he was doing?! 

Oh, my brain was on overload of regrets never having found the perfect screw! What about my fucking article for next month's issue, it wasn't finished yet?! 

Oh, then this bastard grabbed hold of my fur coat and jerked the son of a bitch to expose my plunging neckline. Ah hell, I didn't want his beady eyeballs to be the last ones to see that heavenly cleavage! 

He evilly slithered, "I'm going to enjoy this probably more than you."

I simply squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the end of Vivian Addams and In the Hands of a Vampire.

Within the darkness of my closed eyes I felt that icy grip suddenly pull back from my throat followed by the loud crash of trashcans in the alley. I dared to open one eye, saw a totally different dark silhouette before me obviously turned to the side. My eye shifted and saw my assailant scramble from the turned over trashcans, he suddenly leapt into the air and vanished. 

My other eye opened then both frowned. What the hell happened? 

My eyes looked forward at whom or what had just rescued my lovely ass. 

The dark silhouette turned and faced me. 

I saw the distinct glow of reddish orbs for eyes. Huh? 

I felt my eyes roll and everything blurred followed by my ass hitting the dank ground...

Ow, my head hurt. 

There was a painful throbbing at the back of my head which prompted me to reach behind it. Instantly there was a sensation of bruised tenderness about the very back of my skull. My eyes fluttered. Had I dreamed the whole attack? 

Then I noted, no longer frozen. In fact, I felt pretty darn toasty. 

My eyes blinked as my vision started to clear. After several good blinks, I squinted and my eyes focused on a ceiling. I didn't know that ceiling, sure wasn't mine and I knew mine all too well since I counted the cracks in the drywall during another moment of trying not to fall asleep beneath whoever grunted on top of me. 

My head turned to the side and I looked at the soft glow of a fire within the mouth of a fireplace. Where the hell was I? 

I lifted my head and felt the pain a bit more along with a stiffness about my throat. Damn, I groaned in thought, that fucker squeezed too hard. Or not hard enough because I was still alive. I smirked with another amusing thought, huh, I was one tough bitch to snuff out. More lives than a fucking cat, I guessed. 

I pushed up onto my arms, felt the cushions beneath me. My eyes took notice I was laid across some antique sofa. 

Finally the memory of my savior came, that dark silhouette and that ominous glow that was so similar to my assailant's. That revelation was interrupted for before my eyes came a glass of what I could smell was gin and tonic, very well manicured male fingers gripped about the rim. 

I reached my hand up and took the crystal glass, "Thanks." I said a bit groggily. I slowly sat up and brought the glass to my lips. 

"You're welcome," a man's nice voice spoke.

My lips froze against the glass, I knew that voice and it belonged to that tall drink of something, something from that weird club. My eyes frowned, the glow from the fireplace was blocked and my eyes slowly lifted until they again were snagged and focused on wondrous lips which were formed into a slightly slanted smile. 

Those lips motioned and with it came that sweet smooth melody, "How are you feeling?" 

"Better," I slightly laughed then sipped from the glass unable to pull my eyes back from ogling those lips. Those lips suddenly vanished and the glow from the fireplace was again in my eyes. My eyes quickly searched because I wasn't finished staring at those fucking lips. 

That remarkable voice again spoke, "You were lucky." 

My eyes followed the direction the voice came from. 

Again this man's voice spoke, "That was too close for even my comfort, Vivian." 

My eyes found that very man from the club, my run in, and he stood near a small antique table. He lifted a peach from a bowl of an arrangement of different fruits. 

Did I know this guy or was he a fan? 

Hell, I didn't know any guy with that kind of mouth and voice because if I did I sure in the fuck wouldn't have been alone on damned New Year's Eve. Huh, I wasn't. 

I couldn't help but watch his mouth as those lips parted wide and powerfully bit into the peach. Wow, just wow! 

I shifted on my rear and brought my legs down from the sofa and asked, "Do I know you?" I wasn't sure if my mouth would work while I watched this guy slowly chew that huge chunk of peach. Oh, my brow lifted, watched him drag the pad of his thumb against corner of his mouth then tucked that thumb into his mouth sucking away the peachy juices. 

Why was I so damned aroused by that man's incredible mouth?! 

Hmm, I always thought I was an ass woman but apparently I was wrong! 

"Hmm," he hummed a bit then obviously swallowed his delicious chewed up peach then he licked his lips, "I don't think so." He again licked his lips which sent long awaited and remarkable sexual sensations every damned way possible over my fabulous body. 

With near envy I thought, obviously that peach was really juicy and I wanted to lick the juices from his lips.

He announced, "But I do know who you are." 

"Ah, okay," I said, gave a short nod and not once did my eyes alleviate from watching what I had determined was mouth porn. I finally commented, "So you know my name." then asked, "You got one?" I had no care who the hell he danced with earlier at that club because I was the one on his antique sofa. 

Again I watched in complete awe as he hardily bit into the peach. Oh, wow, my mind sang, what I wouldn't do to have him bite into me like he did the peach. I somewhat laughed in response to that thought and, boy, what a thought. I studied closely how he steadily and perfectly chewed that peach. Oh, I believed I nearly had an orgasm because that was probably better than the sex I ever had up until that night. 

He finally finished working his mouth, set the peach down then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned his hands of the juices. 

I really wanted to offer my services and suck those fingers clean. 

He finally gave his name, "Jerry Dandridge." 

My eyes slightly frowned, wasn't sure if I heard the name before or not. The name had a nice ring to it but had I ever heard it before? 

Oh well.

He stepped to the sofa and offered his hand, "A pleasure to meet you, Vivian Addams." 

I slipped my hand into his, felt a prominent chill with just a lingering flush of heat, yet his skin felt sublime. My brain churned and went into a shitload of naughty directions. The determination was easily made, I wanted his lips and hands on me.  

I sang with an overload of flirt, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dandridge." then I finally looked him in the eyes. Hmm, I made a serious note, those were some definite killers he had for gorgeous browns. I added my appreciation for his earlier actions, "And thank you for rescuing me."

He slid his hand from mine.

My eyes followed as he took a seat at the other end of the sofa.

He brought an arm across the back then crossed his legs ankle to knee. "You're very welcome," he replied then stated, "And very lucky that I noticed your attacker leave after you did." He sat there with those powerful browns focused on me.

I swear my entire body was about to burst into flames similar to those dancing in the fireplace. "Again, thank you." I said, couldn't thank him enough for having saved my ass though I had some pretty interesting ideals to show plenty thanks. 

Then I had to comment, "I'm sorta confused how you managed to get him off me." I knew damned well what my attacker was and had my suspicions that the looker that stared at me was the same.

His lips formed a cunning smirk with that little crook about the left corner then his fabulous lips motioned as he asked, "Do I really have to explain, Vivian?" he obviously knew I wasn't stupid and stated, "You know exactly what he was and what I am." 

I took a deep breath then lifted the glass to my lips and took a little sip. I swallowed then agreed, "Okay, you're right." There was no use playing dumb when I was far from it. 

"So," I looked over at him with questioning lift of my left brow then asked, "Why the hell did you stop him from killing me?" I presented my theory, "He obviously doesn't approve of me and my chosen profession. So, I suspect you probably feel the same." I wasn't going to beat around any dumbass bush, so I blatantly asked, "So, did you toss his ass so you could get the creds for snuffing out Vivian Addams?" 

"No," he quickly responded, his expression unchanged, then explained, "I simply keep good watch of my investments." 

Investments? 

My brain yelled all kinds of questions. What the hell? I was some kind of investment? Since when? And why? And what the hell? 

His lips broadened into a smirk, obviously noticed my confusion, then encouraged, "You're going to have to be more careful from now on, Vivian, because I won't always be there to throw off another attacker." 

He clearly didn't explain shit about the whole investment comment but his voice was amazing nonetheless and made up for the lack of information.

"Yes," he continued with that delectable tone, "There are many of us out there that really don't approve of your work and what you are trying to tell the world about us." he added his feelings on my profession, "I really don't care because I personally think no one actually believes a word you've written. I'm not going to order you to cease your professional opinions but there will be others who will make even more drastic attempts on your life." 

"Really," I breathed, grew a bit more suspicious of my vampire rescuer, "Answer me this," I needed to ask because he never answered, "How am I one of your investments?" I wanted a real answer and preferred a long one so I could watch those fire illuminated lips and listen to his vocals a bit longer.

He slyly commented, "You're sure fascinated with my lips." no answer given to my question, "You can barely look me in the eyes, Vivian, since you're obviously more focused on my lips." then he asked with intrigue, "Why is that, Vivian?" 

I watched his mouth. I watched every motion as those words flowed out smoothly. Then I watched them form a very subtle pucker of amusement and, unlike him, I truthfully answered, "You have great lips, what can I say?" I finally pried my eyes from my obvious attraction and looked him in the eyes and they were just as lovely. 

I confessed further, "I am oddly attracted to your lips, Mr. Dandridge, and I'm by far from ashamed to admit it." I completely forgot my last question because there was also something so compelling about his large browns as well. 

With a hint of suggestiveness he asked, "And it doesn't concern you what I might do with my lips?"

Oh, I knew that hinted suggestive tone and boy had it sounded a million damned times better with his voice. 

"Not the lips." I quickly answered then pressed my lips together. I damn well wished those lips of his would magically float my direction and attach to mine. I explained my true kind of concern, "I believe I should be more concerned about what's passed those lips besides your tongue." God, it was a pure rush when I heard my flirty tone ignited into a war with his. 

Calm and coolly he asked, "You're not afraid that I might do exactly as your attacker was about to do before I arrived?" 

"Well," I thought for a moment with my lips in a tightened pucker then I licked my bottom lip, and confidently answered, "No." I gave no explanation to my simple answer but made another comment concerning those lips of his, "But I could think of worse things than those," I pointed, gestured to his lips, "On this." I pointed at myself, "In fact, I could've been subjected to having that asshole's nasty and very unattractive mouth on me. That's way worse." 

He quickly laughed at my statement then silenced and regained that daring expression and smirk followed by asking, "And what do you want right now, Vivian?" 

That was likely the most stupid question I have ever heard because he obviously knew the answer to that question which could be clearly read in those dangerous dark eyes of his. 

Immediately I urged, "Oh, don't play dumb with me, Mr. Dandridge," then I gave him my wide eyed doubtful expression and basically accused, "Don't sit there and pretend you have no clue what I want right now." 

I set my glass down on the floor beside the sofa then brought my hands against my knees. My upper arms pressed against the sides of my lovely rack to make certain my legendary cleavage was unmistakably more prominent. 

Slyly my head tilted with my puckered lips lifted at the corners, created my signature smirk. Then I accused him further, "You know damned well what I wanted the moment you so conveniently ran into me." then said with my sultry suspicious tone, "I'm a journalist who thrives on her instincts and intuitions and right now," a brief pause to eye his stunning face then I stated, "My instincts and intuitions are screaming that you're a tad bit more than attracted to me." Yes, I stroked my ego because I knew the vampire that stared at me wanted to do more than suck.

With encouragement, I urged, "So, why don't you just go ahead and give me what I want because you want it too." 

Oh, boy did I ever want it! 

He gave a more subtle laugh then commented, "You don't cease to amaze me, Vivian." he remained poised and held that quite delicious smirk then slyly asked, "Haven't you ever just taken what you wanted?" 

Oh, he challenged me.

"Hmm," I hummed, loved a challenge then asked him in return, "Yes, what other way is there?" 

"Well," he held his challenge, lightly licked the tip of his tongue between those damned amazing lips then urged, "What are you waiting for, Vivian, come and take what you want." 

"Okay," I simply agreed, damned stoked and ready to take on that challenging vampire stud. 

I pushed up off the sofa then turned and brought one heel before the other with my eyes focused on my target, his lips. It didn't take long until I was turned and faced him. 

He looked up at me with that challenge firm in his eyes with a smirk across his targeted lips. 

I delivered one hand down and gripped the arm of the sofa then bent at the waist. Not once did I flinch, looked this stunning creature in the eyes. Damned excited I was and it had been years. And my lips were about to latch onto those of a true cold blooded killer. 

Questions quickly raced. How many victims had he sucked with those lips? How much blood had passed those lips? 

And how delightful it would be if I could taste it all with just one kiss. 

My heart raced as I inched my lips closer to his. Very slowly I inhaled then held my breath as I eagerly rubbed my lips together in preparation for the biggest rush of my life. My entire body and mind was in an overwhelmed tizzy of excitement. Then I went ahead and took what I wanted the moment I saw those damned lips of his! 

Though his lips were mingled with iciness and warmth, a warmth probably given from a previous warm blooded treat. Those lips were more delicious than I had anticipated. The motion of his soft full mouth against mine felt positively delightful and beyond arousing. Hmm, I hummed in thought, lips that have mercilessly taken the lives of probably thousands or more and they were against mine. It was heavenly. 

I drew back, had taken what I wanted, then stood straight. I licked my lips, tasted the slight sweetness from that devoured peach and whatever treats he sucked. "Yep," I agreed with my first assumption, "Just as tasty as I predicted." 

I looked down at him. 

His grin had slightly broadened. 

I watched those eyes of his slowly scan from my face, eyed my glorious curves then made a slow scan back up until again locked with mine. The intensity within those dark eyes seemed to grow, made it impossible for me look away. Yet, I no longer wanted to look away. 

My eyes were gripped by his and they shifted, followed as he slowly rose up from the sofa. I felt my breaths deepen as the beats of my heart slowed to a calm rhythm. I barely felt his hands when they moved against the sides of my face. I felt consumed by the strength of intensity that emulated from his eyes. My eyes were buried within those dark brown pools then I felt his lips lightly brush against mine. I refused to stop. I had no desire to end my peer into the darkness that filled within those richly brown eyes. 

I felt his lips brush mine then after obviously tormenting me, he finally pressed them against mine. His bottom lip positioned against the slight part between mine. Instantly, I tasted more than that peachy sweetness. I tasted something richly metallic and slick, instinctively I suckled his bottom lip. Immediately I felt a spin of strange intoxication the moment that odd flavor tingled over my tongue. I had an urge to taste more no matter how strange it made me feel.

He pulled back.

I felt myself slightly sway as my eyes subtly fluttered then felt my lips form a dazed grin. My eyes managed to refocus on his eyes. I witnessed a shade of red transform throughout his eyes which made them even more beautiful. No resistance, I touched my slightly numbed fingertips against his handsome face. 

His arms wrapped around me, both his hands found my perfectly rounded rear then nudged me firmly against him. Each heave of my chest pressed my perfect rack against him. He heightened my intoxication, again brought those lips against mine. He kissed and suckled my lips with such desired passion. 

That was the most intense passion I ever received in all my life, in all my twenty-six years. Yep, I knew it, it had to be a bloodsucking genius to feed my need for some truly satisfying action. 

Suddenly it was put to an end because some asshole opened up the fucking door. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 02



"Oh, I'm sorry," a woman's voice spoke. 

I was unable turn my eyes from his face, didn't give a shit to see who the woman was. 

"I thought you were alone." the woman commented.

I wanted to bitch fit yell, no shit and now go away. But I was unable to speak, my lips were damned tastefully numb and I wanted them numbed even more by his. 

He actually grumbled, "As you see I'm not." 

I smirked in response to his stern words which prompted me to dazedly giggle. My fingers found their way to the open collar of his shirt but started an eager trail downward. Nope, I had no care that there was a third wheel in the room. My long ruby nails dragged down against the button of his shirt then snagged his belt buckle.

"Again, sorry, Brother." the woman apologized.

Her calling him brother made me frown just a little but my mind was more focused on the mission near my hands. 

She went to ask, "Is that..."

"Yes," he snapped then demanded, "Now leave us alone." 

"Oh, I see," she sounded oddly gratified about something then the door closed.

"Was that your sister?" I finally inquired but really didn't care as my fingers subtly fumbled trying to undo that damned belt buckle. 

He answered, "Yes."

My glazed eyes were focused on his lips. All I could think was, those lips!

I asked with a bit of a drunken slur in my words, "What happened to the chick you were dancing with?" 

He stated, "That was her."

I giggled a little, he sure had danced inappropriately with that sister of his. "Whatever," I commented then again went to take what I wanted when I nearly got that belt buckle undone. My lips attempted a charge for his lips but his fingertips quickly pressed against my lips. I pouted. Vivian Addams wants what she wants and damned I wanted those fucking lips and what she was trying to free below his waist!

His other hand grabbed my one of my belt buckle safe cracking hand as he stated, "You need to go home." 

I whined a little in protest, "I don't want to." Why couldn't I stop with my fascination with his mouth?

He quickly stated, "I'll take you home." 

I was spun around on my slightly wobbly legs. 

The cold outside air was sobering but didn't end my steadily brewed attraction and desire for that man or vampire or both. 

He got me into the back of this black Cadillac then joined me in the backseat and stated to his driver or whatever he was, "We're taking Vivian home." 

My eyes looked to the back of a head with somewhat sloppy dirty blonde hair. He looked familiar. 

The driver said nothing, simply did told.

I caught glimpse of the driver's eyeballs which eyed me suspiciously through the use of the rear view mirror. I looked to Mr. Dandridge who looked somewhat nervous then asked, "Don't I need to tell him where I live?"

Mr. Dandridge simply replied, "No." 

I pressed my lips together, continued to taste that lingering mixture of sweet and salty. 

I dug into my purse and pulled out the compact and lipstick. I carefully reapplied my lipstick, made my lips perfectly red and delicious. I snapped the compact closed then replaced the items back into the purse. 

My eyes drifted over to Mr. Dandridge, my run in and rescuer. 

His profile was just as lovely to my eyes as were his lips. I again was caught up, stared at him and studied every detail of his features. I burned into my mind every little line about his mouth and eyes. I studied the perfection of his styled ebony hair, the waves had such a beautiful silken sheen. So, I commented in thought, that was what a true vampire looked like. There was no slicked back black hair, dramatically pale as death skin, and definitely no fucking red satin lined cape. 

Sorry, Mr. Christopher Lee, I happily chimed in thought, your Dracula could kiss my ass because he wasn't the vampire beside me. 

I managed to drink him in the entire trip back to my apartment. 

The car pulled to the curb before my building. 

The engine purred as Mr. Dandridge finally turned to look at me. 

"You're more than welcome to come inside." I openly invited a vampire into my home, no care about the possible consequences. 

His lips slightly smile then he looked to his driver and ordered, "Billy, take care of that business," then stated, "I'm seeing Vivian safe inside." 

He got out of the car, closed the door then moved around and opened the door for me. 

Huh, I praised in thought, vampires were gentlemen. 

He offered his hand and I took it. He assisted me out of the car then closed the door. He led me by the arm towards the door to my building then opened it and allowed me to enter first. 

I turned to him and urged, "Come inside." Again, I openly invited him, a vampire. 

He stepped over the threshold of the building.

I turned with a puckered smile then led him the two flights of stairs and to my own door. I dug into my purse, removed my keys then unlocked my door. The door was open, I turned and held it open for him to enter. The moment he stepped inside I closed the door and did its chain lock and deadbolt. 

I removed my fur coat and asked, "Gonna stay a spell?" I hinted for him take of his long trench. 

He turned to the side then removed his coat.

I graciously took his coat and hung it with my black fur coat near the door. I stepped passed him then looked at him over my shoulder and urged, "Make yourself comfortable." 

I moved through the little living room, listened to the sound of my heels tap against the wood floor, and moved to the leather sofa with chromed arms and trim. I kept a close watch as he moved with such a gracefulness about each of his steps. My eyes followed as he stepped before me. 

"Would you do me a favor?" I asked then turned around, gathered the length of my hair over my right shoulder and requested, "Could you unzip the back of my blouse?" I peered over my shoulder, saw definite intrigue over his lips. I looked forward. 

I felt him rest one hand against the exposed area just below the nap of neck then felt the zipper slowly be guided until about midway down my back. "Thanks," I said then again peered over my shoulder as he sat down and stated, "I'll be right back." I moved across the wood floor, made sure my strut drew the proper attention to my backside.

I tugged my arms from the long semi sheer sleeves as I stepped into my bedroom. I removed the blouse, tossed it to the bed, then I sat down on the foot of the bed. I unzipped and removed one boot at a time then rose up and guided down the back zipper of the tight fitted pants. I guided the pants down then carefully stepped out of them as I adjusted the back panel of my lace trimmed red panties. 

"Anything else?" his voice suddenly asked. 

I startled then spun around and found him standing beside my bed. I took a breath which he managed to steal the moment he spoke and I commented,"You scared me," 

"Oh," he said with a somewhat smart smirk, "Finally."

"You startled me," I corrected my words then planted my hands on my hips.

He lifted an arm then undid the button of his cuff and asked "Is there anything else you want, Vivian?" He practically finished where he earlier left off. He proceeded to undo the other cuff.

My lips slyly puckered. I knew where it was headed and damn straight there was something else I wanted. I wanted exactly what he prepared to give me. "Yes," I stated but without saying what.

He pulled his shirt from the belted waist of his slacks then proceeded to move his fingers up the row of buttons one at a time. "What do you want, now, Vivian?" he asked, played such a calm game of Q&A. 

I took a deep inhale then slowly exhaled. What was it I wanted? Did I really know what he was up to? Was he simply going to give me a seriously well deserved romp then afterwards dispatch me? Yes, I wanted so badly a piece of what he offered but did that entail me dying with a smile on my face? Could he really be trusted? 

His shirt was removed, finally exposed what was beneath that shirt of his. Then he walked along the edge of the bed with those dark eyes focused on me. He waited for me to give an answer. 

For the first time since we met and after having been attacked by his own kind, I felt nervous which he immediately picked up on. 

He paused at the corner of the bed, read my hesitation. 

Typically nervousness was never an issue but I knew what he was, a real life vampire. He wasn't like those I had seen on those Gothic romantic Hammer Films or even from the infamous black and white Bella Lugosi performance in Dracula or silent film Nosferatu. In my bedroom was the real genuine creature of the night. 

"Ah," he spoke up, "I was mistaken." 

I looked at him with question. 

He oddly stated, "Vivian Addams, you're not ready."

"Huh," I mumbled then asked, "Not ready for what?" 

He slightly closed his eyes then opened them, a lovely red. He stepped around the corner of the bed and vaguely stated, "Not ready, that's all." he gave a glint of his fangs as his lips motioned, "I was simply mistaken." He somewhat sighed then continued forward.

He reached and slid his hand against the side of my neck. He guided me forward as he lightly gripped the back of my neck. His other hand gently touched the side of my face as those red eyes studied my confused expression.

Oddly, I thought, somehow it all seemed almost familiar. 

"I was so hoping," he spoke almost in riddle, those red eyes penetrated within mine, "But as a vampire, patience is a must." 

He quickly brought those lips against mine and swiftly sucked me into his wiles.

I felt the distinct prick of his fangs against my lips as he continued to kiss me. Then, in seemingly slow motion, I fell back against the bed, he was above me. 

I watched with my mesmerized eyes as he swiftly brought the pad of his thumb against his fang then jerked. He delivered the bloody thumb, painted his blood over the shapes of my top and bottom lip then slipped it passed my lips. 

In a strange instinct, my lips puckered over his thumb and my tongue pressed against the bloody pad. The intoxication instantly struck me, yet I wanted to taste more. So I suckled and hummed in response to the dizzying effects. 

His thumb slid from my lips and I grimaced with slight groaned in protest. 

Again his lips were against mine but with more passion. I brought my arm up and combed my fingers into the black depths of his hair. His hand again gripped the back of my neck then I felt a slight sting against the side of my neck. 

His lips slipped from mine and they moved down against the side of my neck. 

My eyes grew wide, felt the sensation of my blood be suckled passed his lips. I gasped as a smile drifted over my lips. That sensation was wonderful and I realized I had always desired it. 

His lips drew back then the distinct slick of his tongue was felt licked over the blood source... 

Mr. Dandridge's POV

Hmm, the taste of her blood was as I remembered and even more so. Her years in my absence had swelled her blood further with her unique sins. 

I lifted then looked deep within her blue eyes as they looked up into mine with so much awe I could only smile. She was in awe of me as I was of her. I thought it a shame she wasn't ready to accept my gift at that time. I knew she wasn't ready the moment I read the hesitation about her expression. There needed be no hesitation on her part. She had to be certain of what she wanted though I was more than certain what I wanted. 

I was excited the moment I saw her step into Regine's gathering. 

Had she simply stumbled across such a gathering? 

Perhaps not. 

I felt her the moment she entered that underground where she unknowingly stepped into a nest of her own enemies. All of them, including my sister, wanted nothing more than to rip into Vivian's lovely neck to end her attempt to convince others of our existence. But I wouldn't allow her harmed for she was my investment. Most of all, she was mine. Yet, my investment remains unfulfilled because of her moment of second doubt, she doubted my intentions.

Again I had no choice but to steal her memories of that New Year's Eve to secure her place and my investment. Yet, before I left her I wanted to ensure that in the following years that I would continue to be instilled inside her. Not just a taste of my blood and I tasting hers. I had waited nine years to again touch her and wanted to tie myself over until the next time I came to check up on my investment. And at the very same time I would continue to make certain that not a single mortal man could truly satisfy Vivian Addams as only I could. 

And, so, I kissed her as she was again under that euphoria only my blood could give. I wanted to heighten not only her euphoria but my own as well. The heat of her lips was divine though I knew at one point that heat would no longer exist but those lips would forever exist. She had this unlikely infatuation with my lips which I found somewhat humorous and definitely flattering. Yet, I admit, her lips were worthy of great admiration, especially when formed into that sultry pucker that was forever burned into my memories. 

I gave her what she wanted, my lips. Even in her euphoric state she indulged and kissed my lips with the same aggressive passion. I was determined not to leave her until I too was satisfied and received some of what I wanted. Hence I had to wait for the rest to take when she was good and definitely ready. She was ready for something entirely different which I was prepared to oblige when in the long run I obliged myself as well. 

There was nothing sweeter or more rewarding than the bodily responses of woman, a warm blooded and more than ready woman. 

I felt the heat of her body through the lace cup of her bra and praised in thought, she looked fabulous in red as it almost glowed against her milky white skin. Sexual heat was always the best and most welcomed more so than heat induced by fear or a feverish sickness. Yes, sexual heat rushed blood everywhere throughout the body when fear could simply pumped the heat through the vessels of a fast paced heart and sickness simply delivered the heat mostly about the face. 

Hmm, sexual heat also built within certain parts of the female body, the lips, the breasts, and, of course, between willing thighs. Her sexual heat burned almost the entirety of her body which in turn burned against mine. The more her body responded the more I was driven to prove to her that not a single future lover would compare to me though she won't remember me, perhaps only in her dreams. 

Such a sensation it was as she pressed her body up against mine in a physical form of begging. She pressed that heat against my immortally chilled flesh. Her hips lifted off the bed as I dragged my lengthened nails, snagged them against the delicate red lace. It's not often I indulged in the act of sex for typically sucking was intimate enough but since I have to restrain from that type of intimacy until she was ready to receive it, sex would suffice just fine. Yet, I knew there would be no complaints from her and there wasn't. 

Unfortunately, as I said, she wouldn't remember but I sure did. She was sublime and I could only imagine how she would be once gifted. The sweetness of her moans, sighs, and gasps was enough to tie me over for some time. The responses from her beautiful body were that of a woman starved for what I willingly gave. So many fools had come and gone from her life and left her positively empty and unsatisfied. I wished luck to those future fools because it was sure in the hell going to take a lot to satisfy that devilish woman. 

I made the selfish decision to forever ruin her for future lovers.

As she continued to reel from those intoxicating effects my immortal blood gave, I gave her more than just my lips and in turn gave myself more. I was determined to present her with an experience which others that would follow would never compare against. I was a perfectionist after all and refused nothing but perfection and complete satisfaction that would continue to plague her deepest thoughts with no real understanding why.

Being such a perfectionist, I took my time. Indulged her lust for my lips as my chilled touch explored every bared bits of her milky flesh. The heat throughout her body felt wondrous and fueled my own desires to feel more and more. My lips left hers, she heavily purred within her euphoric and pleasured state. I enjoyed the heat of her skin against my lips, again found that small slice at the side of her neck where I indulged for a second time a sampling of her sin tarnished blood. That action simply pushed her body into further ecstasy which only proved again my expertise.

Her hips motioned with excitement. Her body trembled in response to the sensation of my lengthened nails scrape down against her side then hip. Her tensed thighs parted with anticipation and I effortlessly satisfied that anticipation the moment my distorted hand reached between. She loudly gasped the very moment my touch was felt as her body arched and pressed eagerly against mine. Strategically and purposely I tormented her with the pleasure between her thighs, her gasps continued and were filled with moans. 

I gripped a handful of her lengthy black hair and forced her head arched back. I drew back from the side of her neck and brought my lips to her ear. Her breaths were heightened as was the beating of her heart. I steadied the pleasure between her thighs then whispered, "No one, Vivian," my lips sneered with confidence, "No man will please you." again I implanted myself deep in her subconscious, "I am the only one who can please you, Vivian."

My hand withdrew from between her thighs. Instantly she whined which only continued to give proof of how deeply instilled I was inside her mind and soul. My fingers gripped the lace panties and with a powerful jerk they were torn from her anxiously twisting hips. She pleaded, repeated 'yes' over and over within her breathy gasps and purrs. 

The grip of her hair tightened. She brought her arms up, both hands grabbed firmly my hand that held her hair fisted. I leaned up, desired to witness her response. Then the response I desired came the moment I thrust between her thighs. Such beauty of the pleasure that was immediately expressed throughout every lovely feature of her face. She loudly whined the moment I again thrust. Her body instinctively responded to heighten the pleasure that I already successfully delivered. 

Hmm, I was and will forever be inside her; couldn't help but smirk with pride and accomplishment. 

I maintained the rhythm of my thrusts, her tensed thighs anxiously rubbed against my sides with every one of my deep motions. To watch my given pleasure expression throughout her lovely face was remarkable and proved my brilliance. Every gasp she made, music to my keen hearing. Her every eye flutter intensified the blue of her eyes. Yet, the most remarkable was that sexual pucker about her full mouth with the corners lifted in a pleased smile. 

Her body motioned beneath mine in a signal for her desire for more aggression. Such an aggressive creature she had become and I obliged.

With a near violent thrust she loudly squealed. Her arms tossed up and her hands slapped against my strained shoulder blades. I growled in response to the sensation of her lengthy nails digging deep with that heavenly sexual aggressor she was. Oh, how I wished I could have gifted her that night to swiftly received the sexual violence that she could no doubt inflict. 

Her nails bore deeper and scraped down and prompted me to his with a sneer exposing my fangs. How I wanted to tear my fangs into her flesh which I knew would only send her further into a sexual frenzy and fulfill my desire to deliver her into my darkness. 

My grip tightened at the back of her air and bent her head further back. Her lovely mouth gaped as she sexually praised me. My hand buried between her rear and the bed and gripped with my nails piercing the plump flesh which she immediately squealed in response. Leveraged, my thrusts quickened and deepened. Like a bitch in heat, she began to pant in vocal rhythm to the thrusts. Each nearly animalistic pant with a short squeal. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 03



Vivian's POV

Well, there I was, the summer of 1975 and supposedly in the throes of passion but I was still waiting for it to happen. 

Yep, there he was, Donald Jacobson, a forty year old investment banker who I happened across a few months back at some club that I went to while tailing a lead on some serious vampire action that was leaving young male and female clubbers dead in local dumpsters. 

I got bored that night and that guy showed up when I was at my lowest point of boredom which basically sent me reeling backwards on my horrible relationship roller coaster that typically never had me screaming and making no serious loop-de-loops. 

Yeah, there I was under this dark haired and not too bad looking business man who was just having the time of his life while I was once again counting the tiles on his ceiling. 

God, I was so bored! 

What was worse, I laid there under him listening to all his moans and grunts while I wondered when he was gonna get it over with so I could tend to my needs in the bathroom. I had hoped that night would have been different. Perhaps I had hoped to get a little freaky deaky but this guy's idea of freaky was basically doing me because I was definitely the freaky one out this so called thing he might call a relationship. 

My lips puckered while he continued thrusting away like he knew what he was doing. Yeah right. 

I wanted something different. I was tired of damned salt and pepper when I wanted the whole spice rack. I think I only chose that idiot because of his dark hair. Oddy I had developed this thing for dark hair for the past five years. I used to have no preference. But I wished he had brown eyes, had blue eyes but weren't half as gorgeous as mine. 

Maybe I could get a real genuine rise out of this tool, I thought, out of his damned tool. 

My lips formed a naughty smirk as my eyes looked to his straining shoulder. Hmm, he knew I wrote about nothing but vampires and perhaps he might like a little nibble. 

My eyes shifted and looked to his straining face. I grimaced in thought, was he trying to take a dump or something? 

I shook my head and again studied that shoulder muscle. I pressed my lips together then slicked them with my tongue. I wondered what simple tasted like. My left brow curiously lifted as I parted my lips. I bared my teeth then bore them down on his shoulder.

Well, that hadn't worked as I thought it would. 

I came stumbling out of his loft apartment, spun around and flipped him off then shouted, "Oh, go fuck yourself, Don!" 

It was midnight and every damned neighbor was gonna wake up hearing me swearing at the idiot. 

I shouted at him, "Yeah, fuck yourself!" I grumbled, "That's all you're good at because you sure in the fuck ain't good at fucking me!" 

My dress was tossed into my face then the apartment door slammed. 

I stood there and planted my hands my hands on my hips with my eyes narrowed at his door. "Fucking boring as hell, prick!" I grumbled loudly then proceeded to dress in the brightly lit corridor tugging up my black body hugging halter dress that had those adorable bright red cherries dotted everywhere. 

As I zipped up the back of my dress, I continued to grumble under my breath, "God, I should have just stayed home." I angrily added, "Could have fucked myself." I leaned against the banister slipping on one red peep toe Mary Jane then the other. I bent down and grabbed my black patent leather belt and purse. 

"So, long cock sucker!" I shouted then left the guy's building.

I stepped out into the night. The air was still warm from the day's heating. 

I removed my comb from my purse and gathered my ass length hair over my shoulder then proceeded to comb it out. There weren't too many tangles since some asshole didn't know how to make my body move. I glared up at his dark window then grumbled, "Schmuck." 

I tucked my comb back into the purse, pulled out my patent leather cigarette case and red lipstick. I flipped open the cigarette case and used the mirror so I could again make my lips perfect. I pressed my lips together then removed a cigarette and tucked it between my lips then put away the lipstick and fetched my silver flip lighter. 

I thought, having a cigarette after horrible sex. My eyes rolled. 

"Yep, the story of my life." I bitched a little more then moved down the sidewalk and hoped a cabby would come by. 

Midnight was a horrible time to stroll the streets, who knows what desperate bums you'd run into. Thankfully there were quite a few folks still walking about since it was Saturday night and the weather was descent. 

I guess I seemed like a bitch on a mission because people parted as the sea had for Moses. My spiked six inch heels stomped as I neared the end of the block. I puffed away on my cigarette practically blowing smoke and dropping ashes in passing folks' faces because, face it, I didn't give a shit. 

When I got to the corner of the building some moron came abruptly around it and slammed into my shoulder which caused me to make a spin. 

"Hey, watch it, you fucker!" I shouted. 

That broad shouldered douche bag looked over at me and grimaced as if I was the one who ran into him. 

I flipped him off. Damn stupid bushy haired Sasquatch, I noted in thought. 

He turned entering the building beside me. 

My lips puckered. Oh, I grumbled in thought, he chose the wrong woman to slam into and at a bad time. 

I marched to the door as it started to close, ignored the blinking sign hung above the door which stated it was a gentleman's club, strip club in laymen terms. 

I entered the strip joint on a mission to give that fluffy dirty blonde a word of advice. I stomped passed the doorman who seemed shocked that a woman had entered, he couldn't even muster the words to ask why I was there. 

I stepped through the secondary entrance, ignored the sight of the topless dancers swinging around chrome poles. My determined blue eyes scanned then noticed the guy's unmistakable head as he wove through the many tables filled with ogling men. 

I stomped down a set of steps and kept a close eye on where that tool was headed. I saw him slip through a poorly draped entryway. A skimpy dressed waitress strolled by and I tossed my cigarette into a full glass of liquor then continued on my way. 

I was fed up with men for they all had this thought they had something to offer but they didn't, especially to me! 

I ignored the idiots who blatantly asked me for a lap dance while I weaved about the tables, my eyes focused on that black curtain. When I got to the curtain it came open and a topless twit came sauntering out with a wad of cash. She actually looked at me strange which prompted me to snootily ask, "What not used to seeing a woman wearing clothes?" 

She stuck her nose up at me and continued counting her earnings. 

I rolled my eyes and barged through the curtain. 

My eyes scanned down a corridor lit up by multi-colored neon lights with doors on either side. Well, I noted, that dickhead was passed one of those doors and I determined, going to have to hunt his ass down. 

I went to the first door, locked then the one across and it too was locked. I made my way down the line of black painted doors and each one was locked. I heard a shitload of moaning and groaning passed all those locked doors which meant there was more than private lap dances going on. With a grimace, I thought, men were pigs and those ladies were whore sows. Yeah, I was a slut in my own right, only when I felt like it but I was no whore and never got shit out of being a slut besides some serious boring romps. 

I reached the end of the corridor where the final door was in front of me. "You better be unlocked." I grumbled at the door as if it were magically gonna open up on its own. I reached for the brass handle but before I could grab it the door swung open and there he was. 

My eyes narrowed with my fists planted against my hips. 

"What the hell do you want?" he crudely asked as if he didn't do shit.

"Really," I grumbled at him then swung my peep toe forward kicking him in the shin then reminded him of his discretion, "You fucking slammed into me out on the sidewalk, remember?"

"Damn it!" he shouted bent over rubbing his chin then stupidly asked, "Lady, what's your problem?"

"Seriously," I bobbed my head then scolded him, "What happened to telling a lady you're sorry when you practically knock her on her ass, huh?" 

"I take it back," he groaned then rose up on his stilts, his thin lips grinned then he insulted, "Bitch, what's your damned problem?"

My lips gaped with a gasp. He just called me a bitch. Yes, I was a bitch but only I was allowed to make that statement. I prepared to knock him in his head.

"Billy," called a voice from behind the blonde ape in front of me, "What seems to be the problem?"

My strike never came, loved the sound of scold in that voice. "Yeah, Billy," I sarcastically shouted his name, "What's your problem?"

I watched him lean then look passed the partially closed door. 

"She kicked me in the leg." that Billy dick head whined to whomever he was speaking to while pointing back at me, "Jer," he whined like a little bitch, "She actually kicked me." 

I crossed my arms as he turned his head and glared at me. "What's wrong, Billy, would ya preferred that I kick you in your balls, huh?" I asked him then puckered my lips.

He leaned forward and aimed his beady eyes at me with a hateful glare. Then he said with a whisper, "I don't like you."

I leaned forward and whispered back, "Feeling's mutual." 

"Billy!" the man inside shouted.

I gleefully praised with a gleam in my eyes, someone was in trouble.

That Billy guy somewhat growled under his breath then watched him step back opening the door as if inviting me inside. 

I was offended and stated, "Hey, I ain't the entertainment." 

Billy nodded in agreement but kept his mouth shut.

An evil grin formed over my lips, "Well, I hope you learned your lesson, young man." I spoke to him as if he were an adolescent punk then nearly giggled, "Nice meeting ya, Billy!" 

I spun on my heels. 

"Please." the man inside the room called. 

I asked myself. What could this guy possibly want? 

I paused then glanced over my shoulder with a questioning frown across my eyes. I watched dumbass step back further making the door open wider. 

Oh my! 

I was pleasantly surprised because what I saw on the inside of that private room was nothing but hmm-hmm good. I turned to the side as I took a good look at shit for brain's chum or perhaps boss man. I praised, quite a turn of events. 

I faced forward and took a few steps to the door, made my lips a more subtle pucker. "Yes?" I asked this man, used my more delicate voice. The other I used for shits like Billy the chump.

This well spoken man asked, "What did my friend do that upset you?" 

Oh, lordy, what a voice! What a damned mouth that went with those lips! 

I had a strange attraction to mouths, especially full lips, and, well, he had one hell of a mouth.

"Oh," I pointed at the tool still glaring at me, "He was very disrespectful." I quickly glanced at Billy whose nostrils were flaring a bit. I laid it on thick with my damsel in distress routine, "I was minding my own business when he came rushing around the corner and almost knocked me over and didn't even apologize." 

I looked to Billy again and winked because I was getting his ass in trouble.

"Billy," this ebony haired man with the killer lips said with a scold, "Apologize to the beautiful woman."

I leaned back against the doorway and batted my blues at the fuming Billy.

Like a good little bitch boy, Billy reluctantly apologized, "I'm sorry that I ran into you like I did." 

"Oh, don't worry about it." I sang and swatted Billy's broad shoulder with my purse, "But thanks and," I looked to Mister Hot Lips, "And thank you." 

The man immediately asked, "Well, could I make up for Billy's behavior by offering you a drink?" With his deliciously manicured hand he gestured to the bottle of Champaign set in a silver ice bucket and two long stem glasses.

Oh, it was tempting. Yet, it was a simple night club, a strip club. "I'm sorry but I'll have to pass." I graciously declined, "This isn't my kind of place because I happen to have clothes on but thank you anyways." I turned around but first I again winked at tall britches then gave him a quick pat on the cheek with my purse and sang, "See ya, Billy." 

I sauntered down the corridor, felt damned proud of myself. I shoved back through the curtain and reentered the main part of the club. I skidded to a stop, witnessed the beginning of a strip show. I crossed my arms over my lovely chest as I watched a twig for stripper strut across the stage wearing barely anything. My eyes frowned. 

How in the hell did guys find that attractive? There was no class involved in wearing a sleazy two piece then removing it in the blink of an eye? Whatever happened to the timeless classic of burlesque stripteases where there were layers of beautiful clothing to remove piece by piece? 

I scanned the men who were ogling the lame show. I thought, how boring all those guys must've been finding what was on stage remotely arousing. 

I felt a little bump which made me slightly stumbled forward. Damn it, it was him again! 

I narrowed my eyes at that Billy guy, heard him snicker as he stole away. I lifted my hands, balled my fingers in fists with the fantasy of strangling the guy. 

"Not very tasteful, hmm." that amazing voice spoke up from behind me. 

I quickly turned to the side and again praised in thought, those lips! 

"Not at all," I stated, "And why are you in here when," I took a brief moment to check this guy out in all his stylish glory. He was impressively dressed in damned expensive clothes for a man in that cheap joint. I commented, "Well, you don't look like you lack taste with exception to your friend." 

He softly chuckled then, with the motion of those tasty lips, he stated, "That's exactly why I'm leaving." then he offered, "Might I escort you, a proper lady, from this tasteless establishment?" 

"Well," I gave him another scan but stopped at those lips then agreed, "Okay." 

I gave him my puckered smile then turned and strut my impeccable goods in front of him. I was blessed with plenty of goods to strut, unlike the topless toothpick on the stage or those trying to saunter around ogling eyeballs. 

As I continued to strut my way through that nasty joint, I occasionally took a peek over my shoulder, that seeming gentleman eyed my backside goods. Yep, a real man couldn't resist a perfectly rounded ass like mine. 

We reached the front entrance and like a real gentleman does for a real lady, the looker opened the door for me to allow me to step out first. I predicted he obviously needed another look at my perfectly scrumptious tooshy. 

I stepped out and moved to the curb. I turned around with my arms in front me while both hands held my clutch purse. "Thank you," I sang as I batted my thick black lashes then turned around and took a closer step to the curb in preparation to hail a cab. 

"Perhaps I could interest you in that drink now." his smooth voice asked as he obviously was leaned behind me, "Billy's getting the car and I'll take you anywhere you'd like for the price of having a drink with me." 

I turned my head and peered at him over my strategically lifted my shoulder. My lips puckered with that hint of flirt, I asked, "That guy's your driver?" 

"Yes, amongst other things." he replied. 

I found myself loving the idea of tormenting Billy with my very presence and agreed to the stunner's offer, "Okay." I held my sultry pucker then took a step backwards which placed me beside him. I lifted my hand, offered it to him and introduced myself, "Vivian Addams." 

This straight out of the gates gentleman took my hand but didn't shake it. He instead brought the back of my hand to those marvelous lips of his with his large browns practically gleaming with what I knew was pure sex. 

His lips brush against my hand, "Jerry Dandridge," he sang his name with a cunning tone, "Charmed to meet you, Vivian Addams." His lips pressed against the back of my hand. 

Oh, wow, this guy sure had the charm down pact. Hmm, I beamed in thought, it was my lucky night for met a real gentleman whose fine as hell and charming let alone had a fucking amazing mouth. Well, his mouth was amazing to look and I was guessing it was damned amazing in other ways that were very imaginable, the charming kiss gave a hint. 

"Likewise, Mr. Dandridge," I sang, slowly slipped my hand from his.

A pretty snazzy slick black newer model Cadillac pulled before me and my new super late night escort. 

Mr. Dandridge opened the backseat door for me and I eagerly got into the backseat, slid my lovely ass along the smooth black leather to the middle of the seat. I puckered my lips, started at Billy then tauntingly sang, "Hiya, Billy. " I heard a positively hilarious low groan of annoyance come from the driver. 

Mr. Dandridge slid in right next to me, I wasn't hanging out on the other side of the seat by my lonesome. 

Mr. Dandridge ordered his driver, "Billy, take us wherever Vivian wishes to go."

"Where would you like to go?" Billy asked but not too pleasantly because he definitely didn't like me.

I gave Billy instructions to go to a little cozy bar conveniently located three blocks from my apartment because you never know. 

I sat with my legs crossed as I took some seriously eyeing glances at Mr. Dandridge. I was feeling positively giddy. I started the night with drab old Don and now ended it with a true representation of what Vivian Addams was starved for which was a beyond midnight snack. 

Every now and then when I took a refreshing glance at this totally delectable man I found him taking some serious mental pictures of the fine piece of work seated beside him, me. 

When we reached the little bar, Mr. Dandridge did as any gentleman should and assisted me out of the car but first I had to annoyingly bid Billy a farewell. 

Mr. Dandridge took a moment to peer through the open back door and spoke to Billy. 

I took the moment to get a good scope of the man's fabulous ass. 

"Make sure you take care of things." he ordered Billy then rose up closing the door. He turned and faced me. 

I so innocently pretended as if I hadn't just checked out his derrière. But I slyly noted, planned on having a handful of it later on. 

"Shall we," he offered me forward and I gladly did, kept my curvy hips prominently swaying as I made my way to the entrance.

Once inside the cozy little setting which was nicely set with dim mood lighting, I found my favorite spot which was a little corner booth. 

After we sat down the regular bartender, typically the only server, stepped to the booth. 

"Hey, Viv," Carl greeted.

"Hiya, Carl," I sang leaned on my elbow then instructed, "The usual for me, doll." 

Carl nodded and looked to my guest.

Mr. Dandridge surprisingly ordered, "Straight Gin and tonic, no ice." 

What a strange coincidence because Grin and Tonic, no ice was my usual. 

Carl went back to the bar to get the drinks.

I looked at Mr. Dandridge and had to comment, "That's my usual."

"Hmm, really," he sang with a slant across his smirking lips.

"I don't know why but I've drank it since I could remember." I explained, "Probably since I was seventeen." I leaned back and opened my purse to pull out the cigarette case then politely asked, "Mind if I smoke?" 

"Not at all." he replied with those eyes focused on me.

I removed a cigarette, tucked it between my lips then lit it up. With a soft stream of smoke passed my puckered lips, I curiously asked, "What's a man like you doing at some tacky strip joint?"




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 03



Slyly he gave the perfect answered, "Perhaps hoping I'd come across a woman like you." 

I had to make a point, "Oh, I'm sure there wasn't a one like me there." then I confidently state, "But you were lucky because I recall only one which was me." I pointed at myself, mostly my heavenly cleavage, "And I happened in there because of your little friend." 

I leaned against the table then with serious flirt I commented, "Good thing I showed up when I did because you might have been utterly disappointed." I pressed my upper arms against the side of my ample tits and accentuated my already visible cleavage. 

He had no choice but to look. His those amazing brown eyes shifted and took in my blatantly offered cleavage. "Hmm," he hummed then stated, "I'm sure I would've been greatly displeased." his eyes left my offered cleavage then looked into mine and he slyly praised, "But, thankfully I wasn't." 

Oh, I noted with much thanks, he knew the right words to say which was headed in the right direction which was my apartment a few easy blocks away. 

I spoke,"Well, I will admit," I paused and took a drag then exhaled from the corner of my mouth, "I'm far from displeased." Yes, I was not at all displeased that it took me getting knocked around a bit to find him. Then I commented, "Besides those so called women up there have no clue what defines a striptease. They just think prancing around topless is sexy when it's more pathetic and tasteless."

He curiously asked, "And what would you define as a proper striptease?" 

I knew I'd get his undivided attention though I already had it.

"Burlesque," I firmly stated, "The aged old tradition of classic burlesque, not some shabby and poor rendition in a bikini." I leaned back, my eyes focused on his fabulous mouth. Boy, I wondered in thought what those lips were truly capable of doing.

With obvious intrigue, he slyly asked, "And you're an expert when it comes to burlesque? 

I watched those lips move with every syllable. "Oh," my lips puckered a little more and I confidently stated, "I know it very well." 

Yes, I dropped a huge bomb of a hint then I stated with a slightly pout, "But unfortunately I haven't had as many opportunities to share my talents for traditional burlesque because those men I have had the misfortune of knowing wouldn't care to take the time to enjoy something so classy and very sexy compared to what I witnessed back in that pit." 

"Hmm," he hummed with intrigue then inquired, "And is that what you do for a living?"

I giggled then said, "Oh, no." but I added, "Yet, it would be an interesting profession."

"And what is it you do for a living?" he asked. 

Our drinks were set down before us. 

He grabbed his drink then leaned back to wait for my answer.

"Thanks, Carl," I said then returned my attention to Mr. Dandridge. Closely I watched his lips sip from the glass then afterwards he licked the very tip of his tongue against them. I sighed, "I'm a journalist for Moonlight News."

"Ah, the tabloid." he stated.

With a short nod, I proudly stated, "Yes, I'm In the Hands of a Vampire Vivian Addams." then added with conceit, "I am Moonlight News top journalist."

"The monthly articles proclaiming proof in the existence of vampires." he stated his knowledge with a broadened smirk then commented, "Interesting subject matter." then he asked, "Do you believe in what you write, Vivian?" He sipped his drink.

I took a bigger swallow of my drink then lowered the glass and tapped my lengthy nails. "Yes I do." I stated with conviction then defended my beliefs, "I know it sounds crazy but I do. I believe I have since the beginning, since I was seventeen."

"I believe you." he commented. 

I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or not.

Then he added, "I believe you believe in their existence."

I pressed my lips together, uncertain of his comments. Defensively I asked, "So, you think I'm nuts?" Perhaps, I fearfully thought, my evening was going to go bust again.

"No," he slowly shook his head and stated, "I believe you are a perfectly sane and logical woman."

"Then what?" I asked, knew something was a misfire because my instincts caught onto something fishy.

He set down his drink then slid along the booth seat, delivered himself beside me. He strangly asked, "Do you have something in your purse with a mirror?" 

I frowned then slowly nodded. I lifted my purse, opened it, then removed my cigarette case. 

He requested, "May I see it?" He lifted his hand.

I handed it to him, felt awkward or was it nervousness? 

I watched him open the cigarette case. 

He lifted the cigarette case so it was aimed at both of us. "Look in the mirror, Vivian." he urged me. 

I continued to frown at him, not sure what he was getting at. 

He repeated, "Vivian, look in the mirror." 

With a slight nervous swallow, my eyes shifted and looked into the mirror within the cigarette case. 

Firstly I saw nothing wrong, saw my reflection, believed his wasn't there because he wasn't quite in alignment. Then, the moment I felt his lips press against my cheek, my eyes grew wide. There was no Mr. Dandridge in the mirror kissing my cheek but I damned well felt him kiss my cheek. My head turned and his face was right in front of mine. I again looked to the mirror, no sign of him. Again looked at him. 

I quickly leaned back. Holy shit and that's exactly what came out of my mouth, "Holy shit!" 

My statement of surprise caused him to smirk wider with a laugh. He snapped the cigarette case closed then handed it back.

I snatched the cigarette case then quickly shoved it into my purse. I was speechless. He didn't look nothing like what I assumed they looked like. 

I glanced over at him as his eyes were again focused on me. I commented, "You don't look like a vampire." That's all I could comment about.

"And what am I supposed to look like?" he asked, obviously amused by my response, "Am I supposed to have hair slicked back with a widow's peak? Deathly pale skin? Or eighteenth century fashion with ruffles?" 

He laughed then reached and grabbed his drink. He continued mock my assumptions about vampire appearances, "Oh, am I not supposed to drink gin and tonic, strictly straight from the jugular right?" he huffed another laugh then took a drink, swallowed then stated, "All of it is nothing but Hollywood dribble and they call it romanticizing but I call it complete nonsense." 

He set his drink down then turned his eyes at me. 

Shit, my mind screamed, his eyes were no longer dark brown but a strangely attractive red tone with a lining of orange and a fine black centered pupils. 

He spoke, "Now, the eyes, I will agree with and," he paused and gave a little display of his teeth as he licked the tip of his tongue against a very real looking fang then continued his statement, "Fangs are another true fact yet plenty of it you'll find as nothing but a bunch of fantasy and fiction." 

Was I really looking at the real deal? 

I picked up... Wait, I was picked up by a fucking real life vampire! 

The thing I've been striving to tell the truth about most of my damned life was sitting beside me!

I reached my somewhat numb hand and snatched my drink then slammed the contents in one swallow. I dropped the glass atop the table. 

Wow, I gasped in thought, what a change of events. I've been trying to find a vampire and damn it, it found me. 

My eyes slowly shifted, again dared to look at him. He was gorgeous, though not what I expected or was led to believe but very very easy on the eyes. I questioned him, "So, what's next on the agenda?" I just had that horrible sense that perhaps this gorgeous and, yes, vampire was my assassin.

He relaxed back against the booth, lifted an arm and brought it behind me. 

I again dared to look at him. 

"Oh, I have an agenda" he stated, "But probably not what you're thinking." then he asked, "You're thinking I want to kill you?" 

I slowly nodded for killing me was my first guess. 

He quickly replied, "Oh, but I don't."

"Then what?" I nervously asked.

He leaned closer, brought a hand against my knee, "When I first saw you," his eyes glanced down at my heaving cleavage, "Killing you was the least on my mind." his lips formed a very suggestive grin then he explained, "I've already satisfied one hunger, Billy's taking care of the aftermath as we speak." then he suggestively stated, "And now there's another hunger I wish to satisfy."

Wait a damned second! 

Was that very real vampire saying what I believed he was saying? 

My eyes blinked then they refocused on his. My left brow lifted with intrigue. I asked him, "You want to what?" I played it off as if I hadn't heard his suggestion clear enough.

He leaned even closer, burned those red eyes deep within mine. If he was capable of breathing I would've felt it against my lips and was certain he felt mine. His eyes momentarily shifted downward again, obviously enjoyed the visual of my cleavage, then they returned to look into mine. He confidently stated, "I'm hungry, Vivian, and it's you who is the only item on the menu for that particular hunger." 

My lips again formed their intrigued pucker then I intuitively asked, "So, vampires can?"

He confidently answered, "Yes, we can." then he questioned, "So, Vivian, would you like me to escort you those three blocks back to your apartment so I can satisfy my hunger for you?"

I pressed my lips together and momentarily shifted my eyes from his. 

What should I do? I asked myself. Should I risk allowing a vampire access to my home then the access between my legs? 

My pucker tensed then my eyes shifted back to his and the simplest replied was given, "Okay." I quickly slipped out from behind the booth and marched towards the bar with quick steps. Yep, I was prepared to get my freak on with a gorgeous vampire. I believed I was officially stoked and the most aroused I have ever been in my entire thirty years. 

I literally threw a crumbled twenty at Carl then shouted, "Bye, Carl!" 

I headed straight for the exit.

My apartment door swung open, struck loudly against the coat rack.

I stumbled backwards, slammed back against the wall where Christopher Lee was captured in one of my Hammer Film framed movie posters. 

My door slammed shut. 

The sides of my face were grabbed followed by me being jerked forward. My lips crushed against the lips of my dreamy nightmare come true, Mr. Dandridge's. Yep, I was dead on with my assumption of his lips, he damn well knew how to use them. God, I waited so damned long to come face to face with a vampire and now I was way passed face to face. 

Who would've thought that a fucking vampire was what I had always dreamed about? 

Oh, I lived and breathed vampires but this was beyond my expectations. I found myself pushing beyond my own expectations. Every time I'd whip out some aggression on those pathetic excuses for mortal men they booted my ass out the door as if there were something wrong with me. Screw them! 

No, take that back! 

Screw that vampire who was about to screw me! 

With a good shove, he went stumbling backwards through my bedroom doorway then landed seated on my bed. Bet he didn't expect that, must not have because there was an actual element of pleasant surprise across his eyes. 

I stepped through my doorway then reached behind my neck and undid the clasp of the halter allowing the straps to fall. I undid my wide belt then tossed it aside. Oh, yes, I sang in thought, time to milk this bitch for all its worth. 

I spun around on my heels, turned my back to him then reached my lengthy nails tips to the zipper at my mid back. Slowly I worked the zipper down, the band of my black strapless bra was exposed. I slid my hands up and gripped the side of the dress bodice then slowly worked it down. Bit by bit I slowly bent at the waist as I guided the dress down over my hips then down to the tops of my thighs where it dropped the rest of the way down around my ankles. 

I kicked the dress to the side then reached behind my back undoing the bra clasps. I lifted my right shoulder and peered over and saw the exact expression I wanted over Mr. Dandridge's luscious lips. Lust. 

I let the band separate as the cups were hugged over my lovely tits. I slowly turned to the side, puckered my lips with the corners again lifted into that sultry smirk. Keeping my arm and one hand covering most of my tits, I slipped back the bra then dropped it to the floor. 

I faced him then took three slow steps forward. I looked down into his gorgeous browns. I leaned forward bent at the waist. "Might I inquire," I sang then asked, "What's on your mind, Mr. Dandridge?" 

I watched his lips form a quite cunning slanted grin then his eyes studied my expression and he finally responded, "What's not." 

"Good answer," I stated then snatched the collar of his button down shirt and jerked, snapped the entire row of buttons. My hands swiftly slapped against his chest as my lips crushed eagerly against his. I pushed him back against the bed and swiftly straddled him. 

Hot damn, I took out my sexual aggressions on a vampire but not just any vampire but Jerry 'fucking' Dandridge the finest piece of vampire immortal meat I had ever dreamed of! 

I couldn't get enough of those tasty lips and the scrape of his fangs. What a thrill, the biggest thrill to that specific date. 

I darted up with my hands pressed down against his beat-less chest. "Got another question for you, Mr. Dandridge," I stated with a grinning pucker as I stared down at him.

With his vampire hands kneading my thighs, he asked, "What's that, Vivian?" 

A little suspicious look across my slightly narrowed eyes I asked, "You're not going to kill me afterwards are you?" 

He gave a laugh then reminded me, "No, Vivian, I promise that I have no intention to kill you."

I questioned him, "How can I trust that you'll keep your promise?" I still questioned because from what I've learned throughout my years of vampire obsession, vampires weren't necessarily trustworthy.

He propped up on his elbows then oddly sighed with disappointment, "Oh, Vivian." He again sighed then shifted his eyes down as he shook his head. His eyes finally lifted and I saw actual disappointment. He oddly stated, "You had me almost convinced." then strangely added with a further riddle, "Eventually you're going to have to learn to trust me." he paused then swiftly grabbed me and brought me back against the bed. 

His eyes were again beautiful distorted as they stared down into mine. He stated, "But until then I'm just going to have to continue waiting." 

I frowned, confused by what he was saying or trying to say. "Huh," I mumbled, felt my brows frown then asked, "What are you getting at?" 

"Hmm," he hummed with a sigh then again looked deep into my eyes and confessed, "I've been waiting for when you finally trust me so I can do what I've had planned for you the very first time we met." 

His eyes again studied my face as he traced the tip of his lengthy nail along the shape of my bottom lip. Heightening my confusion, he stated, "You won't remember a thing by morning." 

I continued to frown up at him.

Further he confessed, "We've met two times prior to this one." his lips formed a reminiscing grin, "The first time we met was in 1961 when you were eighteen and in your parents' living room. The second time we met was New Year's Eve 1969 when I saved you from being killed by another vampire." he made a final confession, "And, now, a third we've met in 1975 inside a gentleman's club and who knows about the fourth." 

My eyes grew wide in response to all those years. I didn't remember a single thing of what he claimed. 

His grin broadened then he confidently stated, "But I'm certain next time you find me you'll trust me and all this waiting I've been doing will finally come to a much deserved end." 

I could read in his eyes that he told the truth but why was he waiting for me to trust him? What did he have planned for me the next time we met? 

"As I said," he spoke as I remained unnaturally silent, "So, since you won't remember a thing by morning I'd say we just forget about asking any further questions and you enjoy this while you can remember enjoying this." 

He quickly stated, "Oh, but you'll have a sense of things." then he asked, "Why do you think you're so obsessed with vampires?" he explained with his own egotistical conceit, "Because of me." he again asked but more stated, "And why do you think you can't find a single man unable to give you that fulfillment you so desire, hmm?" again he conceitedly stated, "Because of me." 

Well, I noted, he was definitely confident in himself which I found damned sexy. 

He rose up then sliced the tip of his thumb nail into the flesh of his peck. His eyes looked into mine then he stated, "Time for you to again get a little taste of me, Vivian." He tucked his hand under the back of my neck as he tugged his shirt over one shoulder exposing more of the sliced side of his chest. He urged, "Go ahead, again have a taste, Vivian." 

My eyes looked to the blood that slightly pooled within the small slice. I asked myself, did I dare? 

Oh, hell, I tried biting tonight why not suck for I've been known for sucking that's for sure. "Okay." I casually agreed. 

He leaned back, his fingers embedded into hair at the nap of my neck. 

I dove head first. That was me, I always dove head first into the deep end without seeing if the pool was even full. 

My lips pressed against that offered taste as he leaned back further until he was on his back. It was the strangest taste but oddly familiar. Perhaps not that taste wasn't that odd since his shared information informed me that likely I've tasted him before. 

I pressed my tongue along the length of the slice, immediately tasted that metallic flavor coat my tongue. Swiftly there was a developed and strangely familiar dizziness, almost drunkenness. I whined in thought, sucked I wouldn't remember it! 

Well, I went with the flow and apparently the flow was leading me into tasting a vampire's blood which was quickly throwing me for an intoxicating loop. 

I lifted my head as my eyes rolled. I giggled, it sort of felt good and again dove to further taste...

Mr. Dandridge's POV 

Again, I was disappointed by Vivian's lack of trust in me. It was no easy task choosing an individual for the gift but I was confident I had made the right choice though I was again forced to wait. 

For how long will I have to wait? 

My wait was all up to her when Vivian finally displayed the trust I needed from her. I refused to force the gift on anyone just as it was forced upon me. Yes, I chose Vivian without her knowledge but I knew that time would come when she would graciously accept the fate I had chosen for her. That night she almost had me convinced but unfortunately that doubt she had with trusting in my promise to not kill her arrived and destroyed any hope to gift her that third tim around. 

I, again, had to witness her become intoxicated by my blood in my effort to make certain she would never remember that third meeting. Though she was blissfully intoxicated, she also was filled with that admirable lust and desire that made her so desirable to me in the first place. I had succeeded implanting her long obsession for my kind. I had succeeded in implanting inside her that desire for something she just couldn't achieve from mortal men. And, then, I hoped I would implant inside her the trust she would eventually give to me when she found me again. 

My distorted hands embraced the sides of her face and withdrew her from further tasting my blood. Such beauty seeing my blood smeared across her lovely lips which were formed into a dazed grin. I watched her eagerly lick her lips then tugged her so I could taste my own blood. The aggression was heavy as her lips nearly devoured mine as mine did hers. Her matured body weighed down against mine with her legs spread as her hips ground herself against me. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 03



I rose up, she continued to straddle and grind. My arm gathered around her as my turn to taste arrived. With a quick jerk of my lengthy nail across the soft pink of her nipple the blood emerge and radiated against her flesh. Eagerly my mouth latched over her nipple and her blood was suckled.

Again I tasted her blood that had become more and more filled with sin. Each taste the sin was greater than the previous. I indulged longer in her blood than the previous and without the bite she would never be infected, not until I saw fit. Her blood would forever be inside me as mine in hers. 

She responded to my tasting of her blood with such sweet sounds of pure pleasure. Undoubtedly when I finally was able to penetrate her milky flesh with my fangs she would positively explode with pure ecstasy. She had suffered long enough throughout those five years being unsatisfied by those failing lovers and she deserved to again feel true satisfaction. It was a shame she wouldn't remember the pleasure I gave her. Well, not completely for it would linger somewhere deep inside her compelling her to want what wasn't there. Cruel, perhaps, but necessary for what I wished to achieve with my darling Vivian Addams. Her mind, body, and soul were almost perfection but with my help they would be perfection. I am nothing but a perfectionist and expect nothing but perfection. 

Her body continued to grind with overflowing excitement as I indulged further in the sinful flavors of her devilish blood. My hands molded firmly over the outward roundness of her shifting rear. Her sexuality had broadened, though likely broadened because of her lack true satisfaction which I proudly claimed that only I could deliver.

She dropped back against the bed, her lengthy black hair draped over the side of bed. 

My lips left the divinity of her blood then pressed a bloody kiss between her heavy breasts. She persistently purred as her body anxiously squirmed for more of the satisfaction only I gave to her. My hands guided down her lacy thong panties as I continued to kiss downward with purposeful scrapes from my fangs. I felt every excited tremble of her stomach as I inched further down.

Her hands were felt at the back of my hair then her nails scraped as she firmly gripped. Her obvious arousal was evident in the sweet scent that enticed me to taste her in another manner. And the moment I took the first slow and intricate taste her hips jerked and hands tightened their grip. Hmm, yes, a vampire could indulge in many flavors, not just the multitudes of blood flavors. Yes, a vampire could appreciate the unique flavors that developed from arousal, for our palates were sensitive and such flavors should be savored.

My hands firmly gripped the crook at her hips and thighs. Her taste and perfume was heavenly to my keen senses and the further I worked her heated center with my tongue and lips the more the taste and perfume developed. 

Her hips rhythmically motioned as heard clearly her every gasp, moan, and praise of my expert mouthy actions. Her hands started to massage her fingers in rhythm to my actions and her hippy responses. Her heavy breaths sounded in that sexual rhythm along with her heightening moaned praises. 

Her aggression grew. Her legs lifted, I felt the sharp press of her spiked heels embed into my back as her thighs motions against the sides of my hair. I tasted deeper and firmer which caused her to pleasantly whine. I felt her rear press down into the bed. Her body stiffened in response to my deliverance of the approaching sexual explosion. 

She loudly screamed, her heels delightfully and painfully pressed deep into my back, and nails pressed into my scalp. 

Her hips gave a final jerk as her body was again broken by my expertise. She heavily panted as I withdrew from her satisfied center. Upward I kissed and licked, tasted the salty sweat that moistened her flesh. So many flavors from sex and my palate indulged in every one.

Above her I loomed, my hand swiftly undid my leather belt then the sly of my expensive trousers. Within moments, I indulged in my heightened sense to feel. Her sexual heat engulfed me, felt her center pulse with satisfaction. My eyes focused on her expression, my keen sight took in every lovely flushed detail of her satisfaction as I thrust between her thighs. Harder and deeper I thrust provoking more pleasure filled expressions to twist her beautiful features. 

My lips crushed down against hers, delivered a sampling of her flavors over her kissing lips then passed them with my exploring tongue. She beautifully purred then I raised the strength of my immortal thrusts. My ultimate pleasure grew, provoked my low growls to vibrate against her lips. My hand shifted directions, one found her sliced nipple and with a firm squeeze the blood again emerged. My fingers smeared her slick blood over her milky flesh. 

My lips swiftly left hers and moved to ear. Through my heated thrusts I embedded a truth into her mind with my panted whisper, "No one, Vivian," I listened to her groan in response to her name, "No mortal man will give you what only I can." 

She nearly squealed, "Yes!"

Her arms tossed up and I felt the instant sting of her long nails drive into the flesh of my shoulders. I loudly hissed with a sneered grin transformed over my lips. My reddened eyes fluttered as my mind mentally spoke to her, "You're mine."

She verbally shouted, "Yes!"

My thrusts intensified in response to her shouted agreement. My sexual peak raised as her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her heels pressed in to my backside which provoked my thrusts deeper and harder. Then, to my surprise, she bit into the side of my neck then swiftly strengthened the bite. My lips grinned, imagined in the future, her bite with immortal fangs.

She bit down harder which snapped my body into a fit of insurmountable pleasure. My body jerked against the explosive pleasure that ripped through my every immortal nerve. 

How much longer would I have to wait before I would experience the immortal version of my Vivian Addams? 

And, so, I had given Vivian pleasure and satisfaction beyond her imagination and to myself as well. I anticipated the moment she was complete for those few moments we've shared had provoked great expectations to be met. I was certain the moment she trusted me and accepted her fate, that a beautiful succubus shall be unleashed and I would most definitely reap the benefits but poor mortals would reap nothing but pure beautiful pain and suffering. 

I placed a kiss against her lips and left her life again for a third time but planned to return for a fourth but hopefully final time. Then she would forever be my Vivian Addams.



In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 04



Vivian's POV

The research paid off. Damn straight it did!

I was a fucking genius. 

Yes, Vivian Addams was a fucking genius!

It took me a lot of ass kissing to get damned boss man Berger to finally agree to send me on an assignment that delivered my gorgeous ass dab smack in the location of great Hollywood. Oh, yes, dolls and dollies, yours truly invaded Hollywood. 

Oh, hell no, not to become some idiotic starlet actress. 

I went to Hollywood on a mission. One of my bloodhounds, a little fellow who did some side research for me, Norman Butters sent me a shit load of information. Such juicy info that geek dug up for me. 

He staked claim that within the darker side of Hollywood there was some joint where strange happenings occurred. Of course, those happenings were straight up this journalist's alley. At the end of an even darker alley was located a private club, Club Blood it was called. 

The more I read the info Norman had sent my way in forms of logged information from his numerous stakeouts, the more the story made me salivate. That story drove me into Berger's office and I basically demanded the fat-ass to fork out the funds for my out of town assignment. Yes, he bitched and moaned at me, argued nearly until his face was red, but he caved. No one refuses me, not even my so called boss. 

So, after a flight from Atlanta across the United States, I landed in California. My mission was to sniff out this so called vampire hangout named Club Blood and get the juiciest unveiled story of my career. 

1980, the swelling of Horror slasher films had taken over after it was spawned by Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Halloween. I always loathed slasher flicks. In my opinion Hollywood was dead and buried beneath a layer of sliced and diced bodies. I missed my old classic vampire flicks. There was nothing like a good bloodsucker who stalked busty women in effort to do a little sucking. 

Well, there I was, amongst the world where the Universal monsters were created and given life but were killed off by idiotic machete wielding mutes. Yet, I wasn't there for sight seeing. I was there on that self assigned mission to locate and invade that mysterious club. 

I predicted a bunch of vampire wannabes who sported clip-on fangs and sucked blood from razor inflicted cuts. But there was something within Norman's journal-like writings that intrigued me with hopes of some serious true cold blooded suckers.

I didn't have much time to spend there. I was straight on the bloody scent, dressed in my figure hugging signature ensemble of pin-up glory and always a drop dead gorgeous pair of spiked six inch Mary Jane's. 

Norman provided me the secret address he had been staking out for several months. So, out into the night I strutted my stuff. 

Club Blood was located in the center of Hollywood Boulevard off some dank and dark alley. Yep, I had some serious balls, traipsed out into the unknown where Norman claimed vampires haunted. I desperately wanted Norman's information to be correct. 

I dreamed all my thirty-seven years for a moment to come face to face with a real and true undead creature of the night. But since I knew I was walking into that unknown alone, I made sure I tucked a few godly trinkets into my clutch. 

Inside the clutch I stashed a crucifix, a little vile of holy water, and a switch blade. Yeah, switch blades were useless against the undead but I decided it was better safe than sorry. I more so worried about have my stunning self mugged than bitten by a fanged dark beauty.

I strutted my luscious ass along the walk of fame. My Mary Jane's tapped against those many star names, none I cared about. My darling Christopher Lee wasn't there nor his always foe Peter Cushing. Only one of any interest was Vincent Price, he was worth a star of course but unfortunately the other two Horror gods were not, according to dumb ass Hollywood.

Of course, as I strolled along, I passed those typical night creatures we call whores. I got some offers from passerby Jons. I didn't blame them, I looked damned better than those twig-let and cracked out hookers. Yet, there was no price that could be offered to purchase my expertise and merchandise. So I basically told them to 'fuck off' then was on my merry bitchy way towards the darkness, the deeper darkness.

Norman informed me that for me to enter the club I would have to state that I was either menu or diner. Well, shit, I thought, I knew I wasn't a diner and, damn, I hated the idea of labeling myself as the menu. But, as a journalist, one must make sacrifices. So, that night, I was the menu.

A further trek down Hollywood Boulevard, I found my first entrance into the unknown. No, I wasn't nervous, I was anxious. I faced that dark opening, saw the glow of a red neon sign in the distance; Club Blood. I thought it an obvious name. 

I questioned in thought, what dumb fuck would name a vampire club, Club Blood? 

Yet, it was also a good front. Who in their right mind would believe a bunch of undead bloodsuckers existed? 

Yeah, I'm one who hoped and prayed for their existence, along with my loyal readers. 

I brought a fabulous Mary Jane forward followed by the other and into the dark alley I sashayed. My lovely blues focused on that neon sign that seemed to call my infamous name. Come to me, Vivian. That sign beckoned and I did as called. 

The closer I came, my rich red lips formed my signature pucker with the corners deviously turned up. Closer I came, my left and perfectly defined brow lifted as the intrigue and excitement grew inside me. There was always excitement if there was a possible true darkness that waited my arrival. 

Since I was eighteen, I had that longing for the darkness. My every sleeping moment, behind my closed lids were visions of vampire grandeur. My dreams were always haunted by visions of pure beautiful darkness. Always I witnessed the darkest large eyes. The vastness of my dreams showed me glimpses of a mouth, lips formed into the most stunning slanted grin. There were moments that remarkable kisser was glossed by blood and all I desired was to taste those lips.

I neared the second entrance into the unknown. My heart pounded with excitement. In my thoughts I prayed that beyond that entrance I would finally discover what I had truly searched for throughout my life. 

My crystal blues shifted at the shadowy image of what I suspected was a brute doorman. When I made my final approach, I was correct. 

A tall brute of a man, dressed head to toe in black and sporting a pair of heavily darkened shades stood firm like a wall. Only his head turned and I could only assume he looked and eyed me. 

I paused at the closed entrance, the metal door painted black. I briefly eyed the guy then broke the silence, "Well?"

The man's expression was frozen stiff then his lips finally moved and he asked, "Menu?"

Well, I guess I was obvious, I always prided myself being an original shout-out to the beauties like Vampira. I shrugged and replied, "I guess so."

"Fine," the guy said. 

He finally moved from his stiff post and fetched something. He stepped from his post and handed me a long stemmed crimson rose. He slammed his hand against the metal door, the loud bang echoed against the walls of the alley.

I took the crimson rose. Hmm, I thought, apparently menu items received roses as symbol of their status. 

The metal door was heard unlocked then it crept open with a subtle creak of the hinges. 

My eyes peered forward into more darkness, finally heard the first sounds of what a supposed club should sound like. 

I stepped forward over the threshold into further unknown territory. Yes, I've been to plenty vampire hangouts in past assignments but there was something inside me that screamed with excitement that what I had stepped into was beyond the past.

That metal door closed behind me then I heard it latch shut. For me, no turning back. 

I lifted my chin, my strut and posture as I always carried myself, a total bitch. 

The music played in the distance, not some disc jockey but an actual live band which performed some pretty evil Gothic melodies I never heard before. Yet, what mingled within that dark music was what I found intriguing, enough to perk my left brow and pucker my lips. 

My eyes focused forward, saw the flickering of dark lights flash in beat to the music and my heartbeat. I hadn't been that excited on a hunt for a story in a while. Locally shit dried up and left me starved for more. My hunger had delivered me there, and amidst Hollywood was quite possibly a mass of blood lusting and sucking creatures I've built my life around. 

I neared the entryway, the lighting different shades of red. The music was louder but so were those obvious sounds of what I hoped were the result of mass feeding. My pucker tensed with that grin at the corners. My darling baby blues widened with anticipation of what type of visual was beyond that entrance. 

A arm suddenly darted and blocked my entrance. 

My eyes frowned then shifted to a grinning face. "What?" I snipped, that grin didn't fade.

A tall and lanky guy stepped closer, kept his arm before me, then he slithered, "Oh, no," he slowly shook his head then sang with a droll foreign accent, "Something like you, VIP only."

Huh, I was flattered, and thought, apparently I was Grade A in that joint and damned straight.

He lifted his hand and aimed to my left, his lengthy finger pointed.

My head turned and I peered up a dimly lit set of stairs. My eyes shifted and I flashed the guy a wink then I chimed, "Thanks, doll." I shifted and aimed my gorgeous self at those stairs. 

Up the stairs I ascended, my heels slightly audible as they clanked against each metal step. At the top I turned and discovered another dark entryway, no flashing lights to guide me as a moth to a flame. But that darkness drew me in like a bat to a moth. 

Forward I stepped, the music faded the further I moved down that darkened corridor. I listened, the further the music faded into the background, music of another sort lifted. I followed the rising music and stopped before another metal door. I rolled my eyes, where was another damned doorman when you needed one. 

I lifted a fist and knocked on the door. 

A little trap door within that metal door swiftly pulled open, a glow of red light peered though as did two nearly yellow eyes. Those eyeballs made a quick scan of my fine self then the little door slammed closed. The metal door was jerked side ways and slid wide open for me. 

I shrugged and stepped forward, apparently entered the VIP section of Club Blood.

There it was, perhaps it was the VIV room, very important vampire room. The entire space was large and illuminated with an ominous red glow from the multitude of lighting. My eyes shifted, saw an array of deep tinted windows where the flashes of lights from the other main section barely could be seen. 

My eyes slowly scanned, took in the details of my mysterious surroundings. There was barely a soul in there with me, dead or alive.

From behind me a voice said, "Take a seat."

I peered over my shoulder, the yellow eyed peeper stood behind me.

"Sit," he said with his head bobbing in gesture.

I again shrugged then looked forward. 

I stepped over the darkly shaded carpeting, shades of reds and black. The music was mellow and low which I thought odd for a vampire joint. I took in the few faces scattered about as I slowly sauntered towards an empty spot which were plenty. 

Each individual sat like patient and willing menu item with their crimson roses held in their hands. Each were well dressed and groomed but I noted they weren't half as stylish as myself. Each had an expression of being drowned in within their thoughts, eyes glazed and faces solemn. Damn, I thought, they already looked like prettily made up corpses fresh from the funeral home.

I shifted on my heels and sat down on a black padded chair. I had no idea what to expect. I simply crossed my legs as any proper lady and continued my observations. 

I truly wished I could have had a gander of the happenings in the main section. Yet, I believed I was more intrigued to what the so called VIP diners looked like. Noted, so far there hadn't been a pale faced or cape wearing Dracula anywhere. Yet, the main clientele hadn't revealed themselves to me which was nearly an anticipating grit between my teeth. 

Well, boredom developed as an issue. 

I looked the room over so many times it was memorized, even the mopey faces. Speaking of faces. 

I opened my clutch and removed a silver compact and tube of deep red lipstick. My face was a priority, especially my lips. I took my time, eyed my reflection and the perfection it always reflected back at me. Slowly I coated a fresh layer of glossy red over my pucker then tediously pressed them together. I gave myself an adoring puckered kiss then tucked the items back into my purse. 

After a moment with my reflection, nothing changed. 

What the hell was I doing? Where the hell was all the bullshit Norman raved about? Where the hell were my vampires? Where was the blood in fucking Club Blood? 

I had more interesting moments in the vampire poser clubs with all the razor to flesh slicing then blood sucking. 

I huffed with annoyance and pure boredom. Then there came movement, not from the stiff wannabes but from my far right at one of two red draped entries. 

My eyes only shifted, my left brow lifted. 

Another tall and slender guy stepped out from behind the red curtain. He had a purely even scowl, narrow features, thin lips, and evil gleaming eyes. Nope, he wasn't remotely attractive according to my rules of what made a man worthy of my ogles. 

I watched that guy, dressed in burgundy head to toe. He approached the few others seated about the room. It seemed he literally was poking and prodding them, eyed them as you would lobsters in a tank. 

I started to pray that he would keep focused on those others. I wasn't at all interested in the likes of him. Yet, my prayers obviously weren't heard passed the walls of Club Blood for slinky shifted his eyeballs my direction. 

He turned, those not so attractive eyes focused on me and I saw a strange glimmer of hunger within those eyes. But what truly took me by surprise was the moment I watched those eyes change and distort into a yellow similar to the VIP doorman's. 

I swore, I believed vampires were supposed to be attractive in one way or another, not creepy. 

I felt my innards cringe the moment he stepped my direction. Yes, I wanted to make the acquaintance of what I knew existed but he was by far not the acquaintance I wanted to make. 

Before I knew it, those grossly yellowish eyes stared down at me. A even creepier grin formed over his thin lips and gave me a glimpse of fangs. Typically I thought fangs would get me all hot and bothered but because they were attached within an unattractive mouth, nope, I was not aroused at the least.

"Vivian Addams," that creature said my name.

I frowned then blatantly asked, "And how in the hell did you know that?"

He creepily chuckled then blatantly stated back to me, "I knew you couldn't resist."

Alright, I thought, something was up.

He continued to grin down at me.

But I stood up, hands planted on my hips and eyes narrowed. Vivian Addams was played for a fool.

His head did a creepy tilt then he claimed his play by an introduction, "Norman Butters."

Well, fuck! 

My pucker tensed as my hands formed fists as they pressed against my snugly encased hips. I spouted, "You son of a bitch!"

He bellowed, laughed in my damned face which only fueled my anger.

"All this fucking time," I snapped, "All these damned months you've been sending me a bunch of bullshit!"

He eased his laughter then again grinned and stated, "Not bullshit. It was the truth." his seedy eyeballs scanned me from head to toe then back up again, "The only thing I lied about was what I was."

"No shit!" I angrily grumbled.

He slightly leaned closer then said, "You're right where you belong," he snickered, "Menu."

"Oh the hell!" I shouted then stated, "I ain't shit to you." I dared and shoved against the asshole's shoulder which quickly wiped his snicker from his lips, "You ain't sucking shit of mine, asshole!" I again dared, shoved him again, "You can go suck your own dick for all I care, you lying piece shit!"

He suddenly snatched my wrist attached to the hand that gripped the rose then stated, "I claim your rose."

A voice came from out of nowhere, "No." 

That Norman bastard froze. His head slowly twisted and eyes looked to his left.

I saw something odd, like fear, which drained the smart ass expression from Norman's face. 

"I claim the rose." that voice stated.

My eyes caught glimpse of a hand snatch my wrist below Norman's gripping hand then another swiftly stole the rose from my hand. 

What the hell, I thought, was this menu being fought over? 

Hell, I knew I was an impressive example of loveliness, but damn!

Norman's hand swiftly released mine and he loudly grumbled but didn't protest the rose thief. 

My eyes finally blinked, shifted and focused on the hand that continued to hold my wrist. Hmm, I hummed in thought, nice hand. 

My eyes scanned the length of the arm attached to the hand that held my wrist, took inventory of the stylish design of the sleeve. My eyes found the shoulder then drifted to the left and skidded to an abrupt halt the image of those damned lips that haunted my dreams. 

My eyes widened and all I could think, what an amazing mouth. My eyes refused to budge for those lips were no longer in my dreams. Those lips were real and every damned perfect detail right there. 

Those lips, manly full lips divinely designed with a unique natural crook about the left corner. I even spotted a lovely glisten of blood about that slanted left corner. I had no care who created that mouth, God or the Devil, for that mouth was heaven and was burned within the wide depths of my baby blues. 

My left brow curiously perked and the pucker about my lips formed as I watched those lips move unlike any set ever. 

A voice of pure smooth silk spoke passed those lips, "Come with me."

Those lips disappeared from my sight the moment that creature turned and tugged me with him. 

I glanced back at the traitorous schemer who looked beyond pissed. Before I vanished, I darted my hand up and flipped the asshole a final middle finger farewell. 

I stumbled a bit the moment I was pulled beyond the red drape. I looked forward, my eyes tried to get as many details as possible within the shitty lighting. 

Down that dark corridor then a turn to the right the owner of my rose led me. Through an open doorway I somewhat stumbled and skidded to an abrupt tiptoe teetering halt. 

Before me was a surprise. 

Slightly sprawled over a type of lounge sofa was a bleached blonde, wide eyed and stone cold dead. 

No, fear wasn't my first instinct, never was. Curiosity and intrigue was my instinct, always was. 

I took a step forward, eyed the pale skinned victim. All my years investing I only saw crime scene photos my informant Riley slipped me. Not once had I seen the actual bodies up close and personal as I was then. 

My eyes scanned down her still frame, her breasts blatantly exposed as she was topless yet every other item of clothing was intact. I so desperately wanted the visual of proof that my long time inner demons existed. 

I stepped closer, my eyes targeted the area always fabled the source of immortal sustenance. The corners of my lips twitched and lifted as the pucker gradually tensed. 

I slowly bent forward at the waist to get nearer. My eyes widened as inside I nearly exploded with morbid excitement. There it was, everything I had expected.




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 04



They were beautiful. Two simple punctures at the very high slope of the dead woman's neck. They glistened in the dim lighting of the room, a hint of leftovers but very miniscule at the best. There were raised reddening encircling those lovely punctures that were used to suck the life out of the poor blonde soul. 

"Lovely," I whispered in praise of such remarkable evidence of what folks always said was myth. 

My mind quickly backtracked from the dead body distraction. My eyes lifted, I was in the room with the obvious maker of those punctures. 

I remained bent over then slowly turned my head and peered back at the closed door. Again my left brow perked. No, still no fear for something entirely opposite developed. 

Damn, he was beautiful.

I slowly rose back up, straightened my posture as I peered over my shoulder at that stunning mystery savior. Inside me, somewhere deep inside there was explosion of déjà vu. Not only were those lips part of nightly torments within my steamy erotic dreams but so were those remarkable dark eyes that peered back at me. 

Slowly I turned as I smoothed my hands down my curvy hips. I didn't mind the silence, well somewhat silence for I heard the main club music that obviously penetrated the window glass across the square shaped room. 

"Hmm," I hummed, took it upon myself to end the silence, "Well."

"Well," that creature said in return, "Vivian."

Huh, he knew my name and, damn, it sounded heavenly spoken by him. I wanted his name, "Mister?"

He responded, "Dandridge."

My eyes frowned, for some damned reason the name rang a slight bell but I couldn't pinpoint the ding. I shook off the familiarity then spoke, "So, Mr. Dandridge," I placed my hands on my hips then cocked my them to form my glorious curves into an accentuating stance. 

I questioned, "What was up with that?" I gestured with a nod to the little incident with Norman.

"You're not grateful?" he asked in return.

My eyes shifted then again targeted his damned mouth and I replied, "Depends on exactly what your plans are for me."

"Oh, I've got plans." he confidently stated then took a step forward away from the door. He lifted the rose, my rose, and brought it briefly to his nose then tossed it aside.

"Well," I inquired, "What is my involvement with those plans?" I then smartly asked with a tilt of my head, "Are they perhaps plans similar to dumb ass Norman's?"

He slowly shook his head then with a coy tone said, "Yes, they include you but in no way are they similar to Norman's." 

Well, I definitely got a huge hint in that very response. 

He now stood in front of me. Those large dark browns shifted and scanned every inch of my glory. His eyes dragged back up and looked directly into mine. "You're a pleasant surprise, Vivian." he commented, "I hadn't expected to see you so soon."

I frowned. What in the hell was that stunner getting on about? 

He spoke as if we had met before and I sure in the hell would remember meeting a fine specimen such as him. 

I continued to frown in question to his meaning then asked, "Have we met?"

He simply formed those magnificent lips into a sly grin, highlighted those defining lines about the corners. 

I cleared my throat then inquired, "Well, what exactly are your plans for me then, huh?"

"Let's play it by ear, hmm." he responded then explained, "Tonight wasn't planned, that's for certain. I had no idea you would somehow end up here and all the way from the Atlanta."

"How the hell?!" I suddenly spouted, his knowledge drove me nuts when I had shit for knowledge about him beside his damned mouth and eyes.

He laughed then placed his hands against the sides of my face. "Vivian," he sang my name then stated, "You never cease to amaze."

"That's a given." I egotistically agreed then asked, "You're not gonna tell me are you? You're not going to explain a damned thing how in the hell you know me besides the fact I'm the headliner for Moonlight News. Am I right?"

"No need," he replied, his damned smooth hands slid down against the sides of my neck, "You won't remember any of this by morning."

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, refused to answer.

My lips twisted within their pucker as I eyed him suspiciously.

"Vivian," he again spoke my name which was like verbal foreplay on overload, "Are you fascinated with my lips?"

My eyes quickly glanced at those fabulous lips then looked back into his. I firmly stated, "As of right now," my brow lifted, "Yes." 

What even more so interested to my morbid and vampire obsessed mind was the little bit of evidence left behind of that poor hopeless blonde behind me. 

Oh, yes, I felt it come on like an open vein. Though for me, I recently met that finely molded creature, according to him it wasn't the first time, and an urge to pounce built. I wanted those lips in more than one way, actually on me in more than one way. There was a sense that he knew it but I knew damned well he wanted the same. 

Why shouldn't two magnificent creatures get it on? 

Then that vein of lust opened wide. Vivian Addams always took what she wanted. 

I dove head first into that bloody pool. My hands darted and snatched the sides of his gorgeous face. No second left, my lips attacked his and instantly I tasted his menu, that salty metallic flavor lingered across those stunning lips. 

My mission to continue unveiling vampires was quickly tossed. My trip developed a new agenda with him dabbed smack in the center as the new objective, to have my brains screwed out by finest specimen of any male, mortal or immortal. 

My hands held firm the sides of his face as my lips devoured his as his did mine. Such a talented mouth he had, every action those lips made was perfection. Not only was his lips talented, his tongue too. No kiss in my past could even compare for at that moment I kissed a damned cold blooded killer that was bringing my blood to a steamy boil. 

My hands worked as fast as his. My fingers worked the buttons of his shirt with ease as his hands jerked back the deep red shrug from my shoulders, it dropped to the floor. 

My hands made quick work of his belt as his found the back zipper of my figure hugging dress and jerked it down with one downward swoop. His hands gripped the capped sleeves of my dress, it too dropped to the floor around my Mary Jane's and mine swiftly pulled back his shirt.

I loved the feel of his icy skin against my eagerly wandering hands as they touched every inch of his torso and scraped the tips of my lengthy ruby nails. 

His hands found and grabbed firmly my fabulously rounded rear then nudged me firm against him. And not once had our lips ceased their kiss. 

I wanted to discover and feel every inch of his stunning physical perfection. My desire was to discover if vampires were dead from the waist down and only capable of penetration with their fangs. 

One arm move around his neck, my fingers fisted a firm handful of his thick ebony hair. My other hand eagerly wandered, slipped between our bodies. My fingers swiftly worked the button and zipper of his stylish and expensive slacks. 

Within our heated kiss I managed a sly smirk. Nope, vampires weren't dead below the waist. 

Hmm, yes, Vivian Addams had her a handful of vampire sex and there was no evidence that cold blooded bloodsuckers lacked the ability to get hard. I purred with excitement but more so with anticipation because I wanted nothing more than to experience my handful between my willing legs. 

I displayed my eagerness and expertise when it came to hand jobs. Yet, no full hand job because that immortal meat was destined to screw me. And proof of my expert skills vibrated against my lips as I continued to indulge my familiar obsession with his damned mouth. 

He sounded an amused laugh as I was persistent to ensure he stayed hard. Yet, I proudly thought, no mortal or immortal man couldn't stay at attention for me because I was Vivian Addams and amazing I was.

An idea came to my genius mind. 

I pried my lips from his and looked into the amazement that were his eyes. Damn, I praised in thought, his eyes were even more gorgeous as they were consumed by the loveliest shades of red and orange. 

"Hmm," I hummed then stated, "In this room right now," my eyes couldn't resist studying those perfect lips of his, "You're not the only one with a talent for sucking, Mr. Dandridge." 

Oh, yes, I was a very talented sucker. Yet, my impeccable sucking skills were not used as often as thought for only really special circumstances would I ever consider to present such a treat. But, that was a very special circumstance because against me was likely a true connoisseur when it came to sucking. 

I watched those lips form into a stunning slanted grin. My eyes reluctantly left those lips and focused on those devil's eyes. 

My hand firmly shifted and I delighted in watching his eyes flinch with pleasure. My head coyly tilted then I asked, "When was the last time you've been sucked?" I grinned then stated, "We both know the last time you've sucked."

He chuckled then commented, "Vivian, you have certainly blossomed."

I ignored his riddle for I wanted nothing more than to get my freak on with that perfect vampire specimen I've hunted all my life. 

My hand withdrew then I stepped back. 

My hand lifted then I coiled my index finger beckoning him to follow. Further back I stepped, felt the brush of that dead blonde's stiff hand. Without taking my blues away from his browns, my leg lifted then with a ruthless shove with my spiked heel the blonde corpse rolled followed by a loud thud. 

He stepped forward, the intensity throughout his expression heightened my determination. 

My hands snatched the sides of his gorgeous face and again our lips attacked one another's with a powerful force. My hands swiftly slid down, gripped his shirt then jerked to exposed those perfect shoulders. There was no stopping me from again burning my heat against his cold immortal skin as his hands too explored my perfection. 

What amazing hands, the chilled smoothness of his hands wandered everywhere. My body quivered with every firm scrape of his lengthened nails. But, it was time for Vivian Addams to use her devilishly gifted mouth.

My aggressive nature ignited, I nearly manhandled that piece of Grade A vampire meat.

Down against the slant of the once body draped seat he was shoved then swiftly straddled by me. Again my lips devoured his, his hands firmly grasped handfuls of my luscious round ass. My hungered mouth kissed and suckled from his lips aimed down... 

Mr. Dandridge's POV

Such an unexpected surprise she was. There was no hint that evening that my darling Vivian Addams would enter a potential death trap. 

In the midst of consoling my immortal hunger, Vivian's powerful essence was felt. Immediately I knew there had been a scheme brought against her. So many wanted my precious vixen dead but I would not allow her to be taken from my mission. She was my investment and no matter the trouble she had caused with her journalism, she was mine. 

I placed myself in between that scheme and Vivian, prevented Norman's attempt to assassinate her. Having pulled her from death's grasp, the moment I was again alone with her, I became again amazed. 

She had truly blossomed into a bold, aggressive, and sexual creature of impeccable proportions. Her very presence radiated the strength that had developed inside her through those fives years. 

In truth, I had made my choice when my gift would be given. Once I made my decision, it was made and there was no alleviating. Yet, before me was the proof that all my waiting was near its end. Her demeanor had no hesitation. She lacked concern and only had one focus which, at that wondrous moment, was her lips kissing and suckling a trail down the center of my torso. 

My lips formed a satisfied grin the moment I felt the heat of her eager mouth devour a part of me that hadn't known a woman's mouth in, my eyes frowned, forever. Ah, but there was no other I could imagine, for Vivian truly proved her talent for sucking. 

Yes, I could imagine she would be a professional sucker once the gift was given. But the particular sucking at that moment, she was also a professional.

There was no hiding my approval of her mouthy talents. My lengthy fingers buried into the thickness of her rich dark hair, felt every slow up and down motion as she continued to prove her expertise. 

I felt a content expression form as my grin developed a sneer. My head rested back against the cushioned slant of the settee. My body instinctively shifted in rhythm to her every firm suck. An intense hiss passed my sneer the moment I felt her delighted hum vibrate her entire mouth against me. 

Yes, I praised, she had a superior talent.

A flutter of my eyes, her blessed sinful mouth performed beautifully delivering such pleasure. My mind completely held focus of every precise mouthy action. She used every aspect of her mouth's capabilities. I felt each firm suck, press of her hot tongue, and fullness of her suckling lips. Each upward suck blissfully reminded me of all those typical mortal urges I had again begun to enjoy the moment she came into my lengthy existence. 

"Oh," I nearly grumbled but with praise, "Vivian, you do not," another tense grumble, "Cease to amaze me." 

Yes, times before, I had reduced her into a near drunkenness with a taste of my blood but that time was different. I gave no explanation of my knowledge of her. Yet, it would not be my blood that will deliver her into that euphoric daze. 

My hips deeply motioned as she delivered me deeper within her fabulous mouth. My eyes tightly closed with focus. Her warm hands slid against my abdomen. Then I winched the moment she purposefully curled her fingers and dug her lengthy red nails into my immortal flesh. 

"Yes," I hissed, the sneer twisted into a fanged snarl, more encouragement, "Yes, Vivian."

Then it was felt, that surmountable pleasure ripped through me, from her firmly latched mouth and outward throughout my immortal body. A stiffness froze my body, I indulged in the wave of mouthy success as a rush of my other immortal bodily offering was felt filling her lovely mouth. 

My body relaxed, a satisfied grin eased the tension about my lips. My eyes opened and peered down just as she slipped me from her lips. The moment her intense crystal eyes looked into mine the immediate effects of her consumption of my offering was apparent. 

Her full lips pressed together then formed a dazed grin. She hummed, "Better than," a soft giggle, "Gin and tonic." Yes, she was again delivered into a near stupor.

I rose seated, cupped her lovely face with my hands and guided her then in that daze, she lazily crawled over me, my eyes locked with hers. 

I whispered to her, "You won't remember." my lengthened thumb nail scraped along the shape of her moist bottom lips, "But I will always remember your proof of your impeccable sucking skills." 

For that moment I studied her flushed features, so much sex softly blushed her cheeks. I praised her, "One day and I predict soon, you will become a force to reckon with when it comes to sucking." I knew she would for her mouth was perfectly designed to suck, "So many lives you will consume and each one will undoubtedly be pleasurable." 

A reward, my lips crushed against hers and she instantly purred. One hand gripped firmly the back of her hair as the other swiftly moved between her straddling thighs. Firmly I cupped, her hips instinctively twisted. 

Her breaths increased, every hot breath felt through the flare of her nostrils as my lips held firm against hers. My hand pressed then firmly massaged her heated center, the moistness from arousal prominent through the crotch of her vintage panties. Her hips continuously motioned with each stimulating massage. 

Through every motion of our aggressive kiss she purred. My hand slid back, she nearly growled in protest but her tune twisted into a pleasure filled groan the moment my hand slipped within the waist of her panties then delivered my lengthy fingers deep between her straining thighs. Her bodily responses heightened and guided my fingers deeper. 

She groaned against my lips, I felt the distinct curve of a grin envelop them. Again she groaned the moment I strategically worked her entire center. I expertly struck every pleasurable note to raise the sound of her vocals.

Within our kiss, I urged, "Sing for me, Vivian."

She slightly chuckled but the moment I raised my control of her pleasure, she sang so beautifully. Such a wondrous melody felt against my lips and heard within my keen hearing. She had the most lovely sexual song mingled with animalistic purrs and breathy moans but always a chorus of pure blissful high notes. 

Her finale was about to come, I felt the beats of fulfillment against my note provoking fingers. Those beautiful vocals heighten but abruptly ended the moment she quickly inhaled, held the final note within her chest. 

Her lovely body snapped and from her mouth came that finalizing note. She sang that final note to the fullest which only placed a satisfied grin across my lips. I was a perfectionist after all, and the song and dance she just performed was guided by my perfection. 

With such a wondrous and unexpected reunion, I delivered my black pearl Vivian Addams to her hotel. An unscheduled meeting but perfect nonetheless. 

As I placed a farewell kiss against her luscious lips, it was clear that there would be no several years before we met again. Only a short time and my wait would be over. She would find me there in her southern city and my gift would be given. My investment would soon pay off and many rewards would be reaped. 

There was a great anticipation inside me. I had waited for so long but, yet, that time seemed short for an immortal's life was determined by centuries not years. And, so, I would again wait but not long. In a matter of minutes it would seem to me when she would again find me, to her, for the first time but it also would be the last. 

And that would be 1982...



In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 05



Author Note:

Sorry for the delay. Took me a bit to put this together though it was already written way before the other previous chapters. 

Thank Anonymous Feedback person for nipping me in my fabulous ass to get this baby out.

Enjoy, Dolls and Dollies! 




 Vivian's POV 

 Its 1982, the reign of the vampire movies seemed to have died beneath the weight of supernatural serial killers stalking overly sexed teens. No one seemed to enjoy blood dripping fangs any more. Mostly those dumb ass thrill seekers hunted for blood drenched machetes that recently lopped the head of one those sinful teenagers. 

I missed the old days of the Hammer films where Dracula reigned supreme. Good old black capes, bloodshot eyeballs, and blood stained fangs. Hmm, those were the days. 

 Well, in with the new and out with the old. That's what boss man Larry Berger said during one of many weekly get togethers at the so called round table of tabloid writers. He proclaimed that readers were more interested in alien abductions, murderous housewives, and love affairs with Satan than the old fashioned 'my boyfriend is a vampire or werewolf' bit. 

Fuck Berger! 

Fat ass wasn't getting some cheesy shit from me. I was too damned devoted to my immortals to go searching for Satan fuckers. Screw those depressed housewives who chopped up their husbands and stored their remains in the chest freezer in the basement. The aliens could eat me for all I care and the star-fuckers can probe as many cattle and rednecks that they wanted, just leave me and my vampires alone. 

Oh, dip shit Berger didn't have the balls to end my center page glory where my face had been for nearly fifteen years. I started writing for the asshole when I wasn't even done getting my journalism degree. Twenty years old with the heart of a poet and the brain of a fucking vampire loving Einstein, I was made for that gig. 

Again, it was assignment day at the main office for Moonlight News. The other useless fucks that had the balls to call themselves journalists were given their assignments handed out on sheets of paper by Berger just like a professor handing out assignments to his students. Most were greenhorns, a bunch of baby faced youths who wanted to get their asses into the door of journalism. Many use our fabulous tabloid as a starter for their careers and eventually move on to 'better' things. 

To me, nothing's better than Moonlight News. 

So, my day started as most. I prepare to hand out my own damned assignment because I had no need for Berger handing me some of his dumb assed so called ideas. I took care of myself. 

I left my loft apartment dressed in my usual attire. Always I took pride in my appearance and represented exactly who I was and what I loved. Sure my look was unusual to some, well many, but fuck them. My look was what you could say, inspired. Inspired by a little of Vampira, a dash of Elvira, and a huge dose of Betty Page. I believed I was born for pin-up. I definitely had the body for it. And it took a good bit of the morning to make me look perfect. 

My readers always saw the real me. My adoring fans saw in those center pages the way I look every day of my life. Black number one dyed hair draped all the way to the outward roundness of my beautiful ass with the typical Betty Page Victory Rolls crowning the top of my head. A vintage dark princess I was, wore only the snuggest fitted skirts or dresses to accentuate my curvy hips, rear, and cinched waist. I always wore black or red or both, fuck those vomiting pastels. 

My face was flawlessly painted with the right amount of makeup. Darkened eyebrows perfectly plucked and shaped with lashes made thicker in the corners by some falsies and black mascara and eyeliner. My full lips were always glossy and slick with the purest shade of red lipstick. And on my feet, the perfect black Mary Jane's hiked six inches. 

I stepped out into the daylight, proudly I looked as if nighttime was a more appropriate time of day for me. In daytime was where you get those 'what the fuck' looks from passerby's who I simply stroll passed and ignored them because they aren't worth a look. 

I took a cab, the driver typically avoided eye contact with me but there have been times where one or two couldn't keep their ogling eyes off me which always made my day. I sat in the backseat, tuck a cigarette into my black cig holder then slip it between my red lips and light up. Just to see their wide eyes watch me in the rear view mirror was stimulus to my ego. It was as if I were a living and breathing pin-up from the forties, my ego heavily stroked. 

Oh, I admit, my ego was well stroked and by myself. I was never smug but I did love myself. And that day, was one of those ego stroking days. 

The driver of this cab I've had the past few times which I found pleasantly creepy. I believed there was a stalker in the making. Wouldn't be the first. You would be amazed how many times this lovely creature has been stalked. Too many to count. Not really, at least a dozen times. Yes, I was full of myself but someone has to be. 

So, there I was, gave that ogling taxi cab driver a bit of a show as I inhaled then exhaled from the corner of my mouth. I kept close watch through the black lenses of my vintage sunglasses, the ones with those nice little outer peaks decked with tiny rubies. 

I said nothing to the driver, not until I gave him a sweet thank you while handing him the cab fee. I got out of the cab and don't look back. Stepping up onto the cluttered sidewalk, people pass by and gave those glances I adore. A flick of my ash, I move forward with a sexy sway about my snugly red covered ass and hips. 

There was a newsstand near the Moonlight News building entrance which was where I got many of my self appointed assignments. I grabbed up a couple local normal newspapers to prepare thumbing through the more morbid announcements which were along the lines of reports of unsolved murders, things like that. 

I knew how to pick them, those assignments. Vampires gave a pretty typical way about disposing of their victims, the MO usually the same. You have to have a good eye to catch those specific details. The cops won't feed the public every detail but the ones they do, those are the ones that tattled on any vampire. Mainly I scanned for decapitations, not body mutilations where the body is dismembered from limb to limb. Vampires do it clean and simple, the head always removed to prevent their infection from spreading in the effort to prevent their world from being tarnished by whores and bums. 

Inside the building, I strolled to the elevator where people either greet me because they know who I was or avoided me for the same reason. Most would consider me a total bitch, a snob you could say. I wasn't truly a real snob, just never enjoyed morons who thought they were better than me when in fact they could never be even half as good. I was the best at what I did and no one could even reach my level. 

So, the elevator carried my fabulous ass to the seventh floor. I prepared for another boring assignment presentation. 

Once at the seventh floor, into my world, well journalism world I stepped. There were faces of a more regular sort, journalists I've come to respect and some tolerate. Voices greeted me with typical good morning cheers which I responded by waving my black lace gloved fingers. Yes, there were some I play a little flirting game with, Paulie Collins for one. 

Paulie had been around for about ten years and established himself as the paranormal expert, ghosts mainly. He was just adorable with his black framed glasses, nerdy haircut, and shabby clothes. I always sent his way a little blown kiss from my fingertips which always made him blush. So adorable. 

Reluctantly I sauntered into the boardroom which was cluster fuck of greenhorns prepared to take any assignment they were given. 

With my glorious strut, I moved around the round table of lackeys, gave not a one the pleasure of my eye contact. My seat always was to the left of Berger and that's where I sat. My cig snuffed out, I laid out my collection of newspapers then removed my lucky black pen from my black clutch. 

When Berger started his babbling of assignments, I simply worked on my own and circled any promising leads. 

Throughout the entire meeting, not one word Berger said I heard for I was too focused on finding my next assignment. 

With puckered red lips, my eyes scanned over article after article in search for something promising. There were times promising wasn't found so I needed to go through each paper thoroughly. By the third newspaper and halfway through the more gruesome section, my promising lead was found. The other newspapers were abruptly tossed into the center of the round table without any care about interrupting Berger and his desperate show of dominance. With focus, I took my time and read this special article. 

You must understand, only the big name murders get headlines. The local trash were lucky to get more than a paragraph. It's the trash I dug through. As I said, vampires discard whores and bums like unwanted trash and typically in back store dumpsters. And that day, in the morning addition of the Public Daily my trash was found which seemed to have been piling up for at least a few months. 

Berger made his grand finish, handed out assignment after assignment to the rejects then made his typical statement of the importance of getting those assignments turned in on time for next week's print. My articles ran once a month and that's what I preferred because it took time to peal facts from fiction. 

The group of greenhorns scattered to the wind and returned to their cubicles but I stayed behind to give Berger my chosen assignment. 

I leaned back in my chair then removed the sunglasses from over my killer blues which looked up at the burly bearded man with a salt and pepper white man's afro. My legs crossed within my snug pencil skirt, my foot twisted side to side as I waited for him to look at me. In all my life I never once asked to be looked upon, the opposite, they looked at me. 

Berger finally acknowledged me. His grayish eyes narrowed at me as his thick paws were planted on his broad hips with his thumbs tucked under his beer gut. He asked, "Okay, whatchya got for me?" 

I smiled wide up at him. 

He asked with hope, "Got anything good? You have less than three weeks to get something to me for your next article." He told me what I already knew.

Smugly I stated,"Well, you know I always come through for you." then, kept my bright red smile unfailing, I announced, "I have all I need right here." 

My gloved hand patted the paper of choice then I explained, "There have been a dozen local hookers murdered in two months and each and every one of these upper class whores have had their heads decapitated." I ignored his uninterested expression, "Now, these are not your typical hookers, high class ones so this means my target has more expensive taste. And according to the article, he likes them young. Mostly teen runaways who got lucky and became a fancier hooker instead of your typical street walker." 

Berger eyed me with that damned typical expression, "Viv," he shook his head as he gathered up his mess of papers, "This sounds like another one of your vampire hunts." he actually huffed, "I think the readers are getting a tad bored with the same shit." then he actually instructed, "You better find a way to liven things up or I might have to consider shortening your articles and taking you outta center page." 

My eyes narrow. Again he threatened to diminish my work. 

I defensively reminded, "Berger, you know you would be so screwed if you did that." I stood up from the chair and snatched up the newspaper then reminded him further of my importance, "You know the readers love me and if you even dare cut my shit down to a minimum," my eyes snidely glared at his fat ass, "You'll have some pissed off Vivian Addams fans to deal with." then I slyly asked, "Don't want more hate mail, do you?" 

Boss man Berger had plenty hate mail in response to his so called cuts, at least a pound a day. 

He again huffed then demanded, "Just liven the shit up, will ya." he wadded his papers in his arms then marched toward the door and shouted, "Just get it done."

"Will do, boss." I sarcastically shout then mumbled under my breath, "Fucking prick." 

With the newspaper rolled and tucked under my arm, I sashayed my ass out of that cheap excuse for a boardroom.

I retreated into my own private office. Yes, I had my own office because, face it, I that damned good and important. 

My fabulous ass parked behind the desk, I started to take notes from the article. 

Now, I thought with focus, it was obvious the targeted subject kept the trail pretty clean, just left behind bodies. My first step, call one of my contacts at the police station. 

Sergeant Riley Mattson had been my contact since he was just a rookie with a police badge. I always could count on him to give me what he knew about the multiple murders which looked more like serial killings. 

With the tip of my lucky pen I dialed the police station, tapped each touch tone button then sat I wait for someone to pick up. 

A voice sounded. 

Immediately I asked to be transferred to Mattson. 

Mattson picked up and the moment I spoke my charming Southern Bell hello he automatically knew it was me. 

"I knew you'd be calling sooner or later." Riley commented with a quick chuckle then stated the obvious, "Calling about those call-girl murders, huh."

With my cunning tone I sang, "Why you know me so well, Riley." then with my sly sweetness I questioned, "So, what do you have for me?"

"Well, so far, not much." Riley unfortunately stated then continued, "We know that each victim is at least between the ages of seventeen to twenty, no older. Each girl has been linked to separate services, not one from the same, and some from outside the city." he continues to blab though he knows he wasn't supposed to, :Each victim has been found in separate locations but always somewhere they can be easily found. And, as you know, each one had their heads removed."

"Okay, now tell me something I don't know." I prodded, basically he told me everything that was printed.

"Well, this is the kicker and one I know you'll go gaga over." he commented which raised my excitement then he said, "No blood. Every single one of these young women was completely void of blood. They were drained even before the heads were removed." then, a sarcastic shit he was, asked, "Does that appease you, my dear?" Thankfully for him, smart asses I trusted.

I nearly giddily reply, "Oh yes it does, doll." I smile wide then asked a confirming question, "So, is the name of the last victim correctly printed? Marsha Fulling?"

"Yep," he said then spells the name out to make sure the spelling I had was correct then as a good little boy he added, "And the place she worked for, if you wanna call that work, is now officially shut down. We couldn't get a definite address of her last client." further he spilled with broadened my lovely grin, "Basically she was picked up by the Jon near a family neighborhood, up in the burbs, Rolling Hills." then he stated, "That's all I got for you."

"Okay, my darling doll," I sang into the phone then praised, "Thank you so much for your help."

"Yeah," he sang then came his true motive for being a snitch, "Why don't you thank me by letting me take you out for a drink, huh." 

Poor, poor Riley always salivating for date with me.

I giggled and thought, he's simply delicious, but I said, "Well, maybe."

"Well, that's better than last time I asked." he quickly stated then elaborated, "Last time you said you didn't know. I think I'm wearing you down, my dear."

"Maybe you are." I coyly sang, couldn't help but flirt back, then said, "Well, maybe I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay," he laughed, "Later."

"Bye." I chirped.

I hung up the phone with a broad smile. 

Admittedly, at times it was pretty damned tempting to take Riley up on his offer but I had no desire to ruin by contact source because it turned into a failed romantic relationship. Most of my past relationships failed because I got too involved with my work with other underlining specifics. Not a single man from my past would accept my passion for vampires and my belief in them. And, oddly, not a one could compare to another that seemed to haunt my dreams. 

I guess, I was lucky if any of those past so called relationships lasted more than a month. 

As for Riley, he was special. He and I had a good thing going even if he persistently tried to get me on a date. There was a time I considered turning it into a sexual thing with no strings attached. But, I knew eventually there would be more of romantic thing then would go bust. I would lose my contact. 

Strictly business, that was always my motto. 

So, with information obtained, I left my desk, snatched my simple note pad and lucky pen then prepared to take a little field trip at Berger's expense. 

The petty cash was raided then off I went to begin my field research. Out the building and into a cab, then the cabby was instructed to take me Rolling Hills.

Rolling Hills was one of the oldest suburban communities just outside of city. There was a sense I would get some serious looks entering such a prim and proper locale. Yet, I never minded, a blast for me to get a rise out of folks who weren't used to my kind. 

The trip seemed like a long one with the traffic in the middle of town chaotic as usual but I sat in the backseat, lit up my cigarette then jotted down all the information Riley gave. Yeah, it was the typical information I usually obtained from him but that was how it always begun. I never got into the truly darker side until further into my investigation. 

By the time I finished the handwritten beginnings of another In the Hands of a Vampire article, the cab rolled into Rolling Hills. 

As I predicted, it was your typical cookie cutter neighborhood. Neat dwellings lined with sickening white picket fences. Perfectly mowed lawns filled the air with the stink of newly cut grass. Lampposts at every corner that later would give the pristine neighborhood a soft comfy glow. And I imagined the people who actually lived there. Happy little homes with moms and dads and little bundles of pure hell. 

I requested the cabby to park at the entrance to the suburban wasteland, tossed him the fee and a hefty tip if he hung around long enough for me to stroll the neighborhood. The cabby agreed but in most circumstances they up and left. 

I got out of the cab and proceeded to light up another cigarette. My lucky pen was tucked behind my ear then I adjusted my clutch over my shoulder. Forward I stepped, hugged my notepad against my large tits with prominent cleavage. It was time to terrorize that neighborhood with my very presence. 

It was that time of day where the dads were likely off doing their office jobs while the moms played housewife and the kids were getting mediocre educations. It was my favorite time of year, fall. The trees were just beginning their change in colors, those lovely shades of oranges, reds, and yellows with a splash of boring brown. The surrounding yards were well maintained and clean of any debris. Each house was different but also the same, dull colors brightened with pure white. 

I know I stood out amongst all the cleanliness with my bright red pencil skirt snug down to my knees, black cashmere shrug, and a little red and black polka dotted halter underneath with black buttons up the front to the opening of my exposed cleavage. 

On occasion I spotted a spying eye peeked out from behind drawn drapes. I flashed a charming smile which prompted the eye to dash for cover. Those prim and proper housewives never saw anything remotely like me. unless they raided their hubbies' stash of nude magazines probably hidden in their tool chest. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 05



Certainly, I predicted, someone around there must have noticed something strange when a high class hooker was dropped off just outside their neighborhood then picked up. Yet, in most cases, they kept their noses knee deep in everyone's shit but only whispered about it behind closed doors. A bunch of clucking hens dominated by puffy chested roosters while their baby chicks pecked around uselessly. Definitely not my kind of neighborhood. 

The minutes ticked by in rhythm to the beat of my Mary Jane's as they tapped against the cracked sidewalk. 

Why did I go there, again? 

Well, obviously it was where the latest victim of a ghastly decapitation was last seen. A lucky guess really, that I would find something useful here. That was me, I ran with the wind, I guess, went wherever it blew me. So far the wind had blown me about five blocks into suburban hell. 

I hated the smell of suburbia. The clean aroma made me want to puke. Yet, upon entering onto another street I discovered probably the oldest section of that ancient subdivision which was a bit more interesting and promising. 

Another cigarette tucked in my holder and lit, I stepped onto the sidewalk that led into the depths of really old suburbia, Sunset Street. 

I paused at the street sign then jotted down the unique name which seemed so damned appropriate for the subject matter of my research which perked my suburban dampened spirit. 

I continued forward, stepped along the severely cracked sidewalk with little sprouts of grass poked out from each vein. I took my time as I strutted along that poorly maintained street. It was like an unwanted disturbed child tucked away from the outside world to prevent embarrassment and shame, nestled in the very heart of proper society. I praised, my kind of neighborhood and possibly a good choice for something darker than myself.

Again I paused about halfway into the dead end street. Again I slip my pen from behind my ear and jotted down some lovely poetic descriptions of the location. 

Many of the houses seem vacant, neglected, and downright creepy and I loved it for it was the perfect setting. I continued my elaborate description as my Mary Jane's slowly continued forward. Hell, I noted, I'd be interested in a neighborhood like that. Fuck, I'd buy the whole lot of them if I had the actually money. 

A bit further down, I discovered signs of life. 

Tucked at the very end of that bleak street was a large three story house which stood tall and foreboding amongst the lesser competing structures. How much you wanted to be that the kids on Halloween avoided that section, afraid that the boogieman would jump out and eat them alive. And if I were lucky, a type of boogieman lurked inside one of those dark buildings. Most likely, I quickly spotted, my best bet would be the monster house at the end. In fact, there was a sense that house was where the horror story would surely begin exploding an array of blood and guts. 

With a smile of anticipation, I continued to trek my perky tits and round ass towards that looming piece of architecture. Hmm, I hummed in thought, found my dream home and hopefully inside was the true nightmare. 

I reached the structure, seemed to have grown in size the closer I got to it. In minutes I stood and stared up at a monster of a suburban nightmare. The house was the comparison to Frankenstein's monster. Bits and pieces had been redone with a section of siding and some fresh paint. A patchwork handyman's dream the house. Obvious someone attempted to freshen up the old place. 

My lips puckered with intrigue, perhaps the driver of the black jeep parked in the cracked driveway was home. There came a pounding which granted me permission to take a desired foot onto the property then onto the modest walk with grass and weeds poked up through cracks. The pounding continued and came from somewhere about the huge assed house. 

The pounding grew louder the closer I got to the wrap around front porch, a wide open mouth to the structure with paint peeling teeth holding up the black shingled porch roof. before the stone steps I looked up the height of the house, reached three stories and higher with uneven rooftop peaks. An impressive house it was with many floor to ceiling eyes scattered about and peered down at me as I stood before its wide open mouth. There was a sense as if the house were prepared to swallow me whole. I hadn't been that excited in quite some time. 

A man's voice called from the side of the house, "Can I help you?" 

Firstly I leaned to the side then stepped onto the frizzy lawn, my heels unfortunately embed into the soil. Carefully I made my way to the side of the house, did a little balancing act being careful not to snap a heel. 

At the side of the house I peeked into the house's shadow but saw no one. I sang, "Hello?" 

A voice came from above. 

My eyes shifted, looked up the flat wall to a second floor balcony. 

A shaggy haired man, maybe in his mid thirties, stood leaned against the balcony rail with a hammer in one hand. 

"Oh, there you are." I chirped and flashed him my pearly smile. A few steps I was somewhat beneath the balcony as I smiled up at the man, sorta cute but not my type by far. 

My broad bright red smile firm, I asked, "Are you the owner?" 

He stared down at me sort of stone faced, "Not really." he vaguely answered with question across his eyes then asked, "Can I help you with something?" 

"Yes," I again chirped, tried to be as pleasant and charming as possible then requested, "Could I speak to the owner?"

"No," the guy dressed in plaid firmly stated then announced, "He's not home. He's out on business."

"Oh," I sensed my instincts kicking in then inquired, "Might when do you think he'll be home?"

"Around six thirty." he answered, suspicion in his tone for sure, then asked "Can ask why you want to speak to him?"

"Well," I sweetly sang then lied through my teeth, "I'm doing some research and I really am interested in any information he could give me." I kind of dodged the truth but not totally, "Do you think he'd..." 

He interrupted me, "What information?" He seemed annoyed with my vagueness just as much as I was with his.

"Oh, about this house." I again lied then added further to it, "It's been in the area for a long time and I want to get some of the history. Maybe even a tour." Yeah, I wanted in that house because something told me there was something that only went bump in the night.

The guy shouted down, "I don't think he'll be interested." 

I was not one to take to rejection lightly then questioned, "Well, why don't we let him decide, shall we?" then I shouted with promise, "I'll be back around six thirty and ask him myself. How's that?" I managed to keep my cool, held onto that deceptive sweetness I expertly played. 

"Whatever," the guy said with a shake of his head then commented, "I warn ya, he's not gonna be interested, lady, but you can try." he then asked, "What's your name so he knows who to say no to?"

My smile so wanted to crack but I held it firm for dear life, for the life of my article. "Vivian Addams," my name was sung loud and clear then I requested, "And might I ask you and the owner's names."

"I'm Billy Cole," he shouted back, sounded actually anxious to get back to pounding, then gave me my desired information, "And the owner's name is Jerry Dandridge."

I pleasantly sang to him, "Thank you so much for your time!" 

He quickly darted out of sight then the pounding commenced. 

My smile finally collapsed, that guy was a real prick. I shook my head then left the side of the house, desperately kept my heels out of the soil as walked on my tiptoes. Out of the neighborhood I strolled, knew there was plenty time to figure a few things out before I marched back up to that house. There were at least five hours to get things written down. Hope the damned cabby waited for my ass. Trekking through suburban hell again wasn't pleasant. There was no way in hell I was gonna walk back through that, have that cabby drive my ass back to Sunset Street. 

So much potential, all my head thought about was the moment met the man who owned the potential vampire's lair. I knew my instincts well and trusted the shit out of them when they stated Jerry Dandridge might be my potential vampire. Never had I actually met any of my subjects, only discovered a few identities then announced them in Moonlight News. I was surprised that not one of these subjects ever came forward to shut me up. Maybe they hadn't because no one truly believes in vampires and found my articles entertaining not informative. Only if they knew what I knew. I knew deep inside my guts, they were out there feeding on the trash of society and got away with it. 

The end of the suburban plague came and to my dismay that bastard cabby left my ass there. Out onto the little signed entrance into the nightmare behind me I looked out at nothing but more suburban inlets. What the hell was I supposed to do for five hours? Was I supposed to sit there with my thumb up my ass and wait until near fucking six thirty then traipse back into that hell when a possible vampire lived in the center of it? 

I verbalized my anger, "What the fuck?!" 

Angrily I stomped to an iron bench so prettily place before the Rolling Hills' entrance then plopped my ass down and tightly crossed my legs and arms. 

Yes, I sat there and sat there. I felt like a damned idiot as I sat there bobbing my leg up and down. Seriously, I complained to myself, why did I have go on a walk? Why didn't I just have the damned cab drive me around the neighborhood? 

Oh, I mentally scolded myself, because I enjoyed disturbing people with my appearance to make them think, there goes the neighborhood. Sure, I could have gone to one of those ghastly bungalows to request the use of a phone but likely they would have slammed the damned door in my face. 

What was I to do? How was I going to get back to my snazzy little apartment? Why haven't they invented portable phones? 

Huh, I thought with hope, maybe that guy wouldn't turn out to be a vampire and he would give me a ride back home. 

Yeah, but my instincts said otherwise.

 Hours later.

How many fucking times did I have to repeat, 'I'm not a whore.' 

Every passing hour some suburban daddy asked me how much. I about throw my damned expensive Mary Jane's at the lot of them. Weird, I sat in the same spot that Marsha Fulling sat the last night she was alive. I wondered if douche bags asked her the same question. 

I checked my little silver broach watch that dangled from my right tit, close enough to six thirty and getting dark. Great, I had to be a street walker for several blocks. 

I stood up. Damn I needed to piss. I decided to test my squatting skills then headed to the thick bushes that lined in front of the Rolling Hills sign. It was a struggle to hike down my tight fitted skirt but in five minutes I was squatted and unleashing a flood. After I used a tissue from my clutch and it was tossed into the bushes, I struggled to pull that bitch of a sexy skirt back up over my round ass and curvy hips. 

All snugly compacted, I returned into normal living.

The entire trek, I cursed under my breath then I took my frustrations out on some random kid playing in his front yard. The kid went running for cover inside his suburban dwelling. For the first time my feet started to ache from their high lifts on those spiked heels, halfway into my trek I slipped off those sexy shoes and walked on black stocking feet. I walked swinging my heels front to back, wished I had thought things out much better than I had. But that was me, always went diving in head first before checking if the pool was full or empty. One of those damned days, I told myself, I was gonna crack my head at the end of an idiotic swan dive. 

 Well, I reached Sunset Street. 

All the other streets were well lit by their lampposts but Sunset Street had perhaps three lit with the others burnt out. I decided to slip on my heels, gotta be presentable upon meeting this potential stalker of the ladies of the night. As I made my way onto the dead end trek, I went through titles for this particular article. 

Usually a title was decided once I had all the facts and the article ready to print. I figured it wouldn't hurt to plan ahead. 

Then there it was, that freakishly large house looked even more spectacularly spooky at night. It definitely was the only lived in house on that street, the only one with lights on. I wondered if that guy even went ahead and mentioned me to the owner. I would find out soon enough. 

Under one of the three lampposts I stopped, did a little touch up using my silver compact. 

My eye makeup, lovely as usual. The bright red lipstick refreshed and lips were stunning of course. My ass length hair was gathered over my shoulder then a comb ran through. My hair was tossed back over my shoulder and dropped just above my ass. I prepared to make my grand introduction. 

To the walkway I stepped and made a final few adjustments with a little secure lift of each lovely tit then smoothed my hands over my rear. Oh, I remembered, a few spritz of my favorite orange blossom perfume, one on the girls, on the sides of my neck, and another final spritz on my wrists. A girl couldn't go smelling like a sweaty pig, now could she? 

I continue forward, stepped up the rickety front porch steps which felt as if my heels would go puncturing through a piece of warped wood. To the double front doors I stepped where an old overhead porch light lightly flickered. 

Firstly I removed my lace gloves, unveiled my lengthy nails painted the same shade of red as my lips then knocked on the chipped wooden door in front of me. 

With a pause, I waited, no answer. I then knocked again. 

Was I nervous? 

Hmm, I wasn't sure if I was nervous or not. I never got nervous until I was damned close to really making a true discovery of something dark and mysterious. 

I heard the sound of someone approaching the door. It was time to make a true grand impression.

I turned around, planted a hand on one hip then cock my stance. I pretended to admire the neighborhood as I listened to the doorknob turn. My lips pressed together to ensure they are evenly slicked. 

The door came open. 

My lips broadened into a stunning smile. My head turned and I peered over my shoulder. Dammit, it was that Billy Cole. 

All that effort and it was that guy who answers the fucking door. 

Quickly the charm was abandoned, I decided to save it for the other guy. So, I turned around but managed to keep my smile somewhat pleasant. "Hello." I sang as nicely as possible.

That Billy said, "Oh, it's you." He sounded as enthused about seeing me as I was about seeing him.

"Yes." I chirped, both hands planted on my snug hips then I said, "I told you I would come back."

"Yeah," Billy grimaced then rudely stated, "But I really hoped you were lying." 

With a gasp I questioned the jerk, "Seriously?" I had enough of that guy having only met him a few hours ago. 

"Well," my lips tensed then I suggested, "Since you don't seem so keen on socializing with me why don't you go," I waved my hand forward as if shoeing him away like an annoying little bug, "And fetch the real owner, huh." 

His eyes narrowed at me, then he asked, "What if I told you he's busy, would you go away then?" 

My lips pucker with annoyance then urged, "If you really want me to go away then why don't you get the owner so I can go ahead and ask my questions." I then gave him hope, "If he refuses then you're wish will come true." I leaned into my cocky stance then gave him a smug smirk with my lightly puckered lips.

This character groaned, "Whatever." He turned and the door slammed in my face.

As I stood there, fantasized kicking that guy in the balls. The toe of my heels anxiously tapped against the creaky wooden porch as I waited as patiently as possible for the moron to fetch the actual owner. 

My eyes shifted back and forth with growing impatience. My shoe tapping got more heated as time kept ticking. My lips again formed an annoyed pucker and eyes aimed burning into the door in front of me. 

Finally movement. 

I sighed with annoyed relief then again assumes the position. Back around I spun with my back aimed at the door. 

The door opens. 

Again I peeked over my shoulder but again I was disappointed to find that prick. My shoulders shrugged then I turned back around. Oh how I hated to a fool which he obviously enjoyed making me look like.

He stood there while holding back a snicker. 

"So?" I asked with a snip. 

"You're in luck," he said with no excitement, "He says you can come in ask your stupid questions." 

My eyes narrowed at him as he reluctantly stepped aside opening the door wider. 

Across my lips a smug and satisfied smile formed then I took one wide step over the threshold. I moved passed the cocky shithead as he closed the door behind me. I took a quick scan of the joint. Plenty of antique collectable, I noted was suspicious. Artifacts seemingly centuries old which brought more suspicion. Have I just been invited into a vampire's lair? 

I had only seen what was left after the vampire vacated, never actually been inside when the vampire still resided there. Pretty damned excited I became because with the look of the old place there was beyond potential. I almost smelled it in the air, the greatest article ever written was about to grace the center page of Moonlight News! 

Oh, hip, hip hooray for Viv! 

I wanted to applaud myself so badly.

"Follow me." Billy drolly said as he walked passed me. 

I eagerly followed. So damned curious I was to what the owner looked like, I could almost picture him in my head. Something pale like a porcelain doll, with unnaturally bright eyes, a black clad outfit, and possibly long ebony hair. 

I trotted behind that jeans and plaid shirt guy, felt a little hop and a skip in each of my steps, knew my tits bounced with each excited step. My eyes gathered in every detail of the place, even caught a glimpse of a wall littered with a shitload of different styles of clocks. 

My heart skipped a beat from me imagining what I was about to see. 

I stumbled to a stop just as the wall in front of me did. 

Bill turned and faced me. "You just stand here." he basically ordered then stated, "Jer will be down in a sec." 

He goes to turn away but paused and narrowed his eyes at me then warned, "Don't go snooping around while you wait, got it?" 

I grimaced at the broad shouldered fucker.

He marched his dumbass into the next room and left me standing in front of a winding staircase. 

I planted a hand on my hip and slide into my cocky stance. It felt a tad muggy in there, stale as shit so I started to fan myself with the notepad. My eyes roamed around, took in more of the details of all the collectables set about the area and hung on the walls. I barely could hide my excitement to write all the details down. 

A smooth male tone sang my name, "Vivian Addams." 

My eyes shifted then followed the curve of the stairs towards the direction the voice came from. With a skidding halt, my eyes landed on an unexpected image, nothing like imagined. My eyes frowned with confusion. Where was the pale skin? Where was the unnaturally bright colored eyes? Where was the entirely black outfit? Where the hell was the flowing ebony hair? 

He couldn't be a vampire I was starved for but, I pleasingly noted, he wasn't bad at all. 

Maybe he was five years older than me. Skin tone was a natural European tan. Lovely to look at large brown eyes, almost black in tone. Definitely ebony hair but stylishly cut into short waves. And the outfit was stylish and up to date lacking that suspected frilly Gothic ruffles or black cape. But the face. Oh that was a face I could never be tired of admiring. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 05



My head cocked as I smiled up at the looker and stated, "Yes I am." If he was no vampire, I surely was interested in getting to know that man in other ways. 

Shamelessly I flirtatiously sang, "And you must be Jerry Dandridge." 

My brain screamed, oh, he better be!

Using that silky smooth tone, Mr. Jerry Dandridge stated, "Yes, I am." 

Mr. Dandridge proceeded to move down the stairs with so much grace it was as if he floated his way down towards me. 

I praised him in thought, that was a man who knew how to make a grand entrance. 

My eyes watched his every graceful and smooth motion as he made his way down the stairs. He was surely dressed to impress, just as I was. A gray button down shirt beneath a darker gray unbuttoned cardigan. A perfectly fitted pair of black trousers topped off with a pair of black patent leather loafers. He may not of had the style I did but had his own unique attire that impressed even someone as critical as me. I really had a desire to say yummy. I truly wouldn't have minded taking a bite out that fine specimen of manliness done with style. 

He finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

My eyes not once left his gorgeous image. Now, I thought, if this was a vampire, boy had I been blinded by myths and legends. 

"So," he broke the silence.

My eyes darted to his kissable full lips highlighted by the finest lines at the corners of that masterpiece for a mouth. Nearly hypnotized, I watched my focal mouth motion effortlessly and beautifully. 

He asked, "What is it exactly that I can help you with, Miss Addams?"

Hep with the removal my clothes, I wanted to say but I pressed my lips together to do a little touch up rub. My eyes quickly shifted down then up that man's fine structure. Then my eyes returned them back to those tasty looking lips. Yes, those lips. Those lips were what dreams were made of and, matter of fact, oddly, my dreams had been haunted by such similar lips. 

I finally spoke, "Well," I used my sultry tone as I anxiously patted my hand against my hip then presented my motives, "I was hoping you could answers some questions. If you don't mind." I cocked my head to the right, felt my lips pucker with an urge to press them firmly against his. Again I watched those lips move.

"What sort of questions?" he asked, those lips moved with such smoothness. 

I watched closely as his lips curved into a quite intriguing slanted grin, the left corner perked. "About the house?" he asked.

I couldn't pry my eyes from that grin, it was so damned sexy and far beyond arousing. Yes, I had a fetish for man's lips, for his damned lips. 

Like sexual torture, he again spoke, "Or about," he paused, tormented me with the desire to watch those lips again move, then he continued, "The fact that I'm a vampire?" 

Well, there goes that.

My eyes flinched a bit wider upon his question then shifted up to his eyes. There was something definitely sinister beginning to show across his eyes which finally presses my nervous button. "Excuse me?" was all I can come up with. 

He leaned against the balustrade in a stance remarkably as cocky as my own. "Oh, I know who you are." he confessed which basically held down that nervous button like an annoying brat holding down a doorbell, "You are Vivian Addams aka In the Hands of a Vampire from Moonlight News." 

Holy shit, I suddenly felt like I took a step into my own six foot deep grave. 

I swallowed then asked, "You're a what?" No, I wasn't playing dumb. I truly hoped I heard him wrong.

"I am exactly what you've been looking for." he said with confidence then took one the final step down then stated "I am what you've been writing about for most of your life." 

He lifted his arms as if saying, here I am. And, yes, there he was. He asked,"Am I not what you expected?" Seemingly he wanted a little bit of a conversation before he killed me. 

I literally envisioned the carving in my headstone. Here lies Vivian Addams, the dumb bitch that always goes above and beyond and got herself killed. Rest in pieces, you dumb bitch! 

Wow, was I about to become my own headline? 

He really wasn't what I had expected in appearance but he was most likely it. 

"You're not disappointed are you?" his voice spoke through my truly troubling thoughts. 

I blinked, refocused on that deceptively handsome mug of his. "Well," I stumbled a bit on my words, unlike me, "You aren't quite what I expected but I'm not disappointed." I guess the decision was made to accept whatever fate this creature has in store for me. And how it sucked. Oh, why did I have to think that? 

That really blew but I had to play it cool until the very end for that was my style. If I was going out of that world at least it was in pursuit of the truth which literally might bite me in the ass in a matter of minutes. 

Wow, I thought, Berger was really gonna sink his teeth into this. Again, why did I make mental sarcastic comments poking fun at a very serious situation that deals with my life, well, death? 

I guessed, I had that coming since I pretty much tossed all knowledge of them out there for the public though most thought it bullshit entertainment when in my case it was all the truth. 

So, I determined, that beautiful looking piece of heavenly ass was going to put an end to me and my work in pursuit of the truth of their existence. 

Life is such a bitch!

"Then you're pleased?" he asked which sounded a lot like I did when trying to pull out some more heavy strokes to my ego.

I awkwardly smiled, go out with a smile, good motto. "Most definitely," I said, maybe charm him into sparing my life, "And, might I ask, are you disappointed?" Oh, I needed one last ego boost before my untimely demise. 

I lifted only one arm then gestured to my appearance and only one needed since no one could not notice me and my fine figure. I believe I looked sexy as hell. 

He lifted a hand then rubbed his chin. He stepped forward then proceeded to take steps around me as his eyes scanned my fine figure up and down then up and down again. Somewhat awkward and erotic at the same time. 

I was proud of my appearance for, like I said before, I took pride in the way I represented myself. 

He didn't come back around in front of me. 

Slowly my head turned and took a look over my shoulder.

He stared directly down at my round ass.

I was flattered for he took a while to scope out my ass. Who could blame him for that ass of mine was perfection and could easily grace any pin-up calendar. 

I looked forward with a pleased grin formed across my lips. Hey, I grinned in thought, if I died right then, at least it would happen with me knowing a vampire liked staring at my ass. Hell, my thoughts went wild, should strip naked right there then died knowing a vampire got to enjoy looking at every inch of my naked body. Huh, I wondered, if that could be my final request. 

My icy blues frowned. Seriously, was I giving up, accepted soon I would be at the top of this vampire's menu for the evening? 

Then the worst thought ever. What if he treated me like those hookers? 

There was no desire to be dumped in some dumpster like trash! I deserved better than that! I was fucking Vivian Addams for Christ's sake! I was In the Hands of a Vampire! I was Moonlight News, without me those fuckers were going to crash and burn! 

I was snapped from my wide eyed thought the moment he stepped before me. 

He crossed his arms over his chest with a thoughtful expression about his stunning mug. So, I stood there and waited for his answer to the question I asked, seemed forever ago. 

Tired of waiting, I asked,"Well?" There was a need to know if that vampire liked what he saw before him which I knew was perfection. Sure I was no damned ripe for the picking teenage prostitute. A fucking New York strip, I was baby, with all the right fixings and cooked to perfection. I knew I was simply juicy for any damned vampire who was lucky enough to sink their fangs into! 

Both hands on my hips, my cocky stance held firm, my Mary Jane started to tap with impatience. 

"Hmm," he hummed then again took one more scan down my heavenly body and those devil's brown eyes looked into mine. He finally flung an odd compliment, "You've maintained yourself quite well over the years. You've gotten better with age. Definitely came into your own since your days as a bright eyed twenty year old with barely a glint of innocence in her eyes." 

Wow, I was impressed and damned flattered. I thought, he must've been a reader from the very beginning. Then I was proven wrong.

He added, "Even better than the eighteen year old I remember." 

My eyes flinched wider. What? What did he just say? 

Okay, the nervousness was replaced with a rising creepy vibe. 

Eighteen? 

I barely remembered eighteen. My head started a little hike down memory road. Back into the days when my true obsession with vampires had begun. I was a cheap excuse for a journalist for the high school newspaper club. Did my first piece on vampires for that Halloween segment. 

In my childhood suburban hell there was that string of unsolved deaths where the victims were decapitated. That was when it triggered that perhaps vampires were involved. They printed my article though no one believed a damned word of it. 

I felt my face quickly fade into realization. Was my very first article truly about the creature in front of me? 

My eyes looked to his amused smile. He was what I had been looking for since the very beginning. He was the very one who started it all. He was basically the creator of In the Hands of a Vampire. Without him, Vivian Addams would never have been known. 

Well, I chimed in thought, fuck me in the ass with a red hot poker!

He commented, "I believe you just figured it out." Obviously he read the realization in my dumbfounded expression. He confidently stated, "I told you I was what you've been looking for." 

I agree in thought, he was damned straight out of the right gate! 

And then it dawned, it was as if I were looking into the eyes of a long lost friend. 

"So, it was you." I managed to speak with a type of relief. 

I finally found that fucked up pot of gold at the end of a never ending rainbow. I surprisingly found my treasure buried right under my nose. Right in front of me was the bloody X marking the spot boldly before my blue eyes. And, yes, he was glorious to behold. 

My lips puckered with an ironic realization. After all those long damned years, I stood before my maker. He was my first step into the world of vampires and the drive instilled inside me to expose the truth even if no one believed me. 

If Berger were there right then he woulda be shit his drawers and would have gladly rubbed his fat face in it. 

"Yes it was." he responded, gave a short nod then a closer step forward and asked, "But where do we go from here, Vivian?" 

That's a good question, I thought. I never once thought what would happen if I found what I truly hunted for. "You know," I blinked, had nothing and stated it, "I really have no fucking clue." I lifted up my hands, had nothing. Then I honestly said, "I guess it's all up to you." I explained, "The cards are on the table, Mr. Dandridge, and right now, as I see it, you have the winning hand."

"Well said," he again nodded and took another step forward.

So close, I secretly inhaled the scent of his expensive cologne.

He stated, "I have considered my options." he then added, "I have considered them for a very long time."

Within those stunning eyes of his I read he had. 

Standing before me he studied my stunned and awed mixed expression, such intuitive eyes. Then he stated, "Over and over I would play the scenario in my head."

My perfect brows frowned with question, what scenario? 

He was so damned close, my Mary Jane's were glued to the floor, unable to step back away from his powerful presence. 

I nearly could see that unspoken scenario reflect within the dark brown depths of his eyes. My brain screamed, what scenario? What have you, the vampire, thought about doing to me, Vivian Addams? 

My assumption was made by his odd silence. My chin lifted with that strength I always prided myself owning and I gave my assumption, "I assume this is the end. I've always known it would happen someday. That day has finally come." No, I wasn't giving up. It was the nature of how things rolled. I determined I had a good run and if that was my fate then so be it. There were many out there that wouldn't forget Vivian Addams and the one in front of me was one of them. I made my impact on both sides of the coin, heads and tails. Heads, the immortals. Tails, the mortals. I left my legacy in the form of tabloid articles. 

Yet, I pouted in thought, sorta sad that I wouldn't go on and continue my work. Maybe, I guessed, I would be more famous once six feet under, you never know until your dead.

He lightly huffed through his nose as if reluctant to do the inevitable then stated, "You're very special to me, Vivian." 

My name sounded damn beautiful spoken by him and, I again frowned, fucking familiar too. Then those immaculate lips of his formed the most stunning grin I had ever witnessed or had I? There was so much about him that started to ring with familiarity, like a memory from a dream. I watched those lips again move, I adored his lips. 

His heavenly vocals sang with a type of riddle,"This is simply an end opening up a new beginning." 

My eyes frown with question and confusion. What the hell did he mean by what he said? 

"I'm sorry," he apologized, saw my confused frown, "I don't mean to confuse you." He reached, his hands rested on my shoulders. 

It was the weirdest feeling ever actually being touched by a vampire. Well damn, I chuckled in thought, I was in the hands of a vampire! 

"Yes," he sensually hissed, my eyeballs glued to his mouth, "There will be an ending to your life as the journalist for Moonlight News but In the hands of a Vampire shall continue after this end." his head lowered at the chin and gave me an odd but amused expression, "Because people will literally be in the hands of a vampire from this night on." 

Wait? What? 

"Huh?" I breathed with my darkened brows furrowed with question then questioned, "What are you talking about, Mr. Dandridge?" 

I watched his lovely lips again achieve that almost orgasm inducing slanted grin. My eyes shifted up from those lips then locked with his which had transformed into what I would call, holy shit those fuckers are red! 

"Oh," I mumbled, figured it out. 

"Yes." he agreed then the expressive smile about his eyes glowed within the red and oranges.

My eyes shifted down, those lips had broadened their smile and caught glimpse of some pretty real fangs.

"Well," I mumbled, wasn't sure how to handle that unexpected turn of events and stated so, "This is truly unexpected." I confessed, "I really thought I was just going to be dead not undead." 

Was I prepared to be a vampire? What was it really like being a creature of the night? 

Wait? What? What the hell?! 

A sly smile perked across my lips. 

Hey, being a vampire meant that fine ass of mine will never get wrinkle or sag. Oh, I beamed in thought, my perfect tits would stay just that, fucking perfect! Finally I could be like my idols, Vampyra and Elvira, and be the immortal equivalent of Betty Page! I loved that idea! 

My head curiously tilted and again my eyes shift to those devilishly lovely eyes of his. I had to ask, "So, does it hurt?" 

His eyes drifted a bit with thought then returned to mine and he simply replied, "Yes." 

"Thank god," I sighed with relief. Being a kinky bitch most of my life, if I was dying my mortal death it better hurt damn good because that way I would leave that world with a definite smile on my face. 

That kink thought quickly twisted my mind elsewhere, the right direction. "Wait," I spoke with that naughty direction pointing directly in front of me then asked, "You think it might be possible that we could kinda fool around a little?" my left brow curiously lifted, "I mean, come on, you gotta want some of what I got and I'm damned positive I want some of what you got." 

Yes, I was going to milk that situation as much as I could. He was what I waiting for, the creature I searched all my life for then I wanted everything imaginable. 

He laughed, perhaps amused or maybe intrigued by my request.

"What?" I asked, shrugged my shoulders then stated, "I think it's a very logical request. You can't just show yourself and not think for a second that Miss Vivian Addams ain't gonna want what's under all these stylish duds." I waved my finger gesturing his attire. 

He oddly confessed, "You never cease to amaze me, Vivian." He stepped beside me then rested a hand against the center of my back. He nudged me toward the stairs and agreed, "And, yes, it's a very logical request." His hand slid down my back then moved against my tooshy, I knew couldn't resist to touch. 

He escorted me onto the stairs but paused and leaned into me.

I anticipated his voice. 

"You have a lovely rear, Vivian," he whispered then added, "For real." 

My response, a laugh almost too loud. Gripping the banister, I leaned back and then took a nice look at his ass. I leaned into him and with my sultry vixen tone I praised, "As do you." Then I presented him with the infamous Vivian Addams seal of approval, a wink.

He belted an amused laugh.

We continued up the stairs. 

I had say, "I really don't think your, um, whatever he is, is going to be very pleased about this." I knew that Billy Cole buy and I weren't ever going to be the best of friends. Oddly it felt as if I had despised him nearly all my life, sensed the feeling was mutual.

He responded, "You don't have to worry about him."

We reached the landing, his hand still on the outward roundness of my hiney. He nudged me to the right then explained, "He has no choice in the matter." 

We moved side by side along a corridor. 

I was eagerly getting kinda accustomed having his hand on my ass, felt damn good and so right. We pause before a closed door and like a gentleman he opened the door for me. I noted, vampires have manners, go figure. 

I stepped through the door then curiously asked, "What is he anyways?"

He paused before following me into the room, seemed to take a moment to think. 

I turned to look at him. 

"You know," he said with question with a frown across his eyes then stated, "I'm not entirely sure." He entered the room. 

The door closed behind us. 

And another tidbit you didn't know about me. It was several months since a man had touched my lovely curves. Several long months after another failed relationship that lasted a shocking two months. And even during that relationship touching was to a minimum, not because of the guy but because of me. I honestly got to the point I preferred the company of my articles than a man. I was more aroused by the blood and glory I wrote down word by word instead of a typical man's idea of foreplay which, as usual, lasted maybe fifteen minutes if I was lucky. 

Apparently when a woman hit her thirties it was supposed be her prime sexual peak. I never found a hill let alone a peak. I basically had more fun with myself, I was more stimulating company than the guys I dated. No normal man could handle my mind let alone that heavenly curved body. Sure they oozed compliments about my uniquely stunning beauty but, damn, tell me something I didn't know. 

By the time they managed to get me into bed, I was bored out of my mind because they refused to get all kinky and give me what I truly wanted. I just gave up several months prior to that moment which was another reason I kept rejecting Riley. Yeah sure, he had his own set of handcuffs but most likely wouldn't use them the way I wanted. So, I became my own company and said fuck them. Not literally, just simply fuck off and leave me alone!




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 05



Well, having lacked a real man for most of my life and given mediocre examples, the moment that door closed I knew I was going to truly find out what a real man was about let alone a man who was a vampire. Honestly, if he had a set of nice tits I would've be up for some of that too. 

What I truly came to understand was that creature and I were very similar. 

Obviously we had enormous egos we loved having constantly stroked. We both knew how irresistibly gorgeous we were. We took pride in our appearances. He went the way of immortalizing his good looks and I was about to do the same. I had that sense it was gonna be like fooling around with the male equivalent of me. 

And he was about to discover just how long it been since I was in the presence of a man. And being in the presence of a prime specimen like him just made it worse, maybe better. All I knew right then and there was the real bitch in heat was about to be unleashed off her chain and do more than sniff. 

Standing there in front of a lit fireplace inside that simply decorated room and behind me was that fine creature, made it hard for me to control my urge to just spin around on my Mary Jane's and lunge at him with an explosion of pent up sex. I really wanted to make that moment the most memorable moment in my life and his. He would never forget the moment he made the choice to slide me into his dark world. I would be the one creation that would be permanently burned into his immortal mind. And there was nothing I wouldn't do to show him exactly how much I appreciated his decision. 

I determined, that moment wasn't going to be a wham bam thank you ma'am situation because I desired to make it last as long as possible. I was going out of that life and into another with the biggest bang imaginable and predicted the Earth was going to quake, the ground was going to shake, and two minds and bodies were going to be blown. And it was going to happen one naughty deed at a time. Beginning with my talent for a little traditional burlesque. 

From my little black clutch I removed my black cigarette holder followed by my dainty cigarette case. The cigarette was slid out then the tip slicked between my red lips and the red stained end was tucked into the holder. I tucked the smooth and sleek holder between my bright red lips and lit the cig up. Typically most smoke afterwards but I wasn't your typical woman and he was about to find that out, if he hadn't already. 

I peered over my shoulder at him then, used my sultry tone, I asked, "You don't mind if have a smoke first, do you?" I dropped the clutch to the floor as smoke streamed from my lightly puckered lips. I read his expression.

He was certainly amused then I watched his lips closely as he said, "No, please, take your time." 

Oh, I was gonna take my time alright and let him indulge in every second. 

He stated, "You're not going to enjoy them as much after tonight." 

I didn't care about the cigarettes. All I cared about right in that very moment was giving him a show I was physically designed to perform. 

I turned my eyes away, took a long drag then exhaled slowly from my nose. 

"Make yourself comfortable." he offered and I did just that.

"Okay," I sang then held the holder with my clenched teeth as my lips were puckered around it. Slowly I turned around as my cherry red fingertips undid the clasp of the black cashmere shrug. My fingers tucked into the collar then slowly pulled the shrug back over my shoulders. That was one of my fantasies that became reality, a vintage striptease before his lovely vampire eyes. 

I inched one arm from the long sleeve then worked the other. The shrug pinched between my fingers, it was dangled for a moment. I tucked the holder again between the fingers of my right hand as the shrug was dropped to the floor. My eyes I focused on him. 

He crossed his arms over his chest with that intrigued slanted grin across those lustful lips. 

My lips continued to lightly pucker with smoke again streaming. Again the holder was tucked between my lips then I brought my fingertips to the first button of my red and black polka dotted halter. My body leaned into a flattering pose accentuating the rounded shape of my curvy hips and narrowness of my waist. Up the row of black buttons I unbuttoned one after another slowly revealed the cinched black corset beneath. Years of corset training paid off for that very moment.

The last button undone and with the holder again in my right hand, I used the left to inch back one side of the halter. Switching hands, the right side of the halter was slipped back and fell to the floor behind me. 

Again I held the holder within my puckered lips and strategically turned around, brought my fingertips to the zipper of my red pencil skirt. Pinching the dainty zipper between my right hand fingers and the edge of the high waist with the left, slowly the zipper slid down following the outward shape of my rear. 

Once the zipper was undone, my thumbs tucked within the waist of the tightly fitted skirt and with strategic actions, the skirt was inched down passed my hips. As I worked the skirt down, I bent forward at the waist purposely made that beautiful ass the focus. And once the skirt was around my thighs, I decided to take a little peak behind.

He still stood firm with his arms crossed, that glorious grin unfailing as his eyes focused on my exposed rear. 

My lips perked a satisfied smirk, knew I made the right choice of flattering panties that highlights the round shape of my undeniably perfect hiney. Those fabulous panties were black lace trimmed only cover twenty-five percent of my cheeks and hiked high up my hips beneath the hem of the vintage corset. 

Slowly I stood straight, pulled the smoked cig from the holder and tossed it into the fire in front of me then dropped the holder to the floor near the clutch. The skirt dropped to my ankles, revealed the black garters clipped to mid thigh black vintage styled stocking with their prominent black seam lined down the back center of my shapely legs. 

I again turned, stepped one Mary Jane at a time out from the crumpled skirt. With the right Mary Jane I slid the skirt to the side. I planted my hands against my corseted hips and made that signature cock in my stance which matched the signature slant of his lips. I held back that animalistic horny urge to pounce him. I enjoyed torturing myself let alone having him torturing me in the manner he stood there with that intrigue glimmering in his stunning browns along with that grin across those tempting lips. 

"Well," I sang passed my somewhat pouted lips, "Tell me, Mr. Dandridge," I said his name with pouted lips with tone somewhat mimicking Marilyn Monroe and I asked, "What's on your mind?" Oh, I really wanted to hear it from the devil's mouth that he wanted all of me as much as I wanted all of him. 

I carefully slid out of my stance, bought the right Mary Jane forward with a cock my hip followed by the left. Sexy step after sexy step I slowly slinked my way forward as my hands remained firm on my hips and felt each sexy motion. I watched his eyes closely. 

His eyes took their time to scan slowly down to the very tip of those sexy heels then inch by inch moved back up my stunning figure. He took in the details displayed prominently before him. 

I stopped my stroll, cocked my hips then pressed my legs close together accentuating those tantalizing curves before his studying eyes. 

His eyes returned to mine. 

I batted my thick black lashes almost innocently with my lips puckered with a childlike curiosity. "Please," I faked a plea with that deceptively innocent tone, "Don't keep me in suspense. Please share what's on your mind." I desperately wanted to know what stirred inside that devilishly dark mind of his. I shifted my eyes to his lips, adored to watch those lips motion and would adore them even more if they were latched onto mine. 

Those lips finally motioned and he perfectly answered, "What's not?" And quickly his lips returned to their slanted grin. 

My lips instantly curved into their own sly grin. There was no time like the present to find out what was on his mind. 

No longer holding back, my hands left my hips then grabbed that stylish cardigan of his and jerked his lovely ass forward. I thought I was going to explode the moment came when I took the reins and crushed my lips to his. It was time to fool around and damn was I gonna do some serious fooling around. I knew exactly what came over me which was about to be unleashed on his living dead body. I honestly don't know if he ever expected what hit him but I did and hot damn I was gonna run all over his ass. 

And that's exactly what I did. 

If he had the ability to breathe he would've had no time to do so. I hit the floor and had him on top of me so damned fast you'd think I was already a speedy immortal. I had him stripped so damned fast you'd think his fashion forward clothes were seamed together by Velcro. If he had cold skin, hell if I knew because I was burning hot enough for the both of us. All those damned years of never getting what I truly wanted from those lousy pieces of ass was taken out on him. 

 Mr. Dandridge's POV

 Exactly as planned. 

I returned to Vivian Addams's southern city when I knew the moment was right. My trail of victims perfectly set her destiny in motion. Her fate had been chosen the first time we met. I had chosen her fate for she was meant for the gift. 

As the body number grew, I knew her instincts would send her my direction. Yes, it was risky on my part but I needed to leave that trail of bread crumbs to guide her into her destiny, me. And when Billy informed me of her visit, I knew she was hot on that trail and she would undoubtedly return and she did.

Though it had only been two years since I last saw that vixen vision in vintage fashion, upon seeing her again at the bottom of the stairs was beyond delightful. How she had developed. Her entire essence radiated and I knew my time had come, my investment had bloomed completely. There was no need to ask for her trust, for she was ready as was I. And there was not one bit of true hesitation. She was willing just as I predicted.

Her final mortal request was not unexpected for I knew her mortal body craved satisfaction she had lacked, seemingly, all her life. All those moments with her, she only sensed were dreams and, so, I readily agreed with my own anticipation. I desired to know her mortal aggressive sexual nature, knew it had blossomed beautifully. And she did not displease.

Her aggressiveness was nearly thrown at me. Her hands snapped every expensive button of my tailored shirt. She was beyond starved and fed her lust with me. Yet, it was not only she who was hungered and filled with animalistic carnal lust. Oddly, I again allowed my sexual urges to build just for that moment. It seemed I had no desire but to save every bit of my aggressive immortal sexuality for her. She was the delectable morsel that could satisfy my sexual needs. 

With my own built up sex, as she nearly tore away my fashionable attire, my hands swiftly tore open her corset and freed her glorious milky flesh. Her breasts were more luscious than I remembered, full pale mounds peaked with taunt pale nipples. I desired to taste her nipples, an appetizer they became and, so, I eagerly devoured the first. 

Her body sexually writhed unlike I remembered, she truly had been denied her needs which all were aimed at me. I heard loudly my every animalistic growl as her fingers firmly fisted my hair with those red talons painfully scraped against my scalp. Her flesh flavored my delicate palate, I tasted the radiating heat and sexual essence through every miniscule pore. Every firm press and scrape of my fangs sent her squealing for more as one hand roughly kneaded my lengthened nails into her breast while my mouth suckled and toyed her nipple. 

From her satisfied nipple my tongue slithered, tasted the salty sexual sweat as my keen smell took in the sexual aroma within her body heat. Her back arched as I scraped the fine tips of my fangs against the slope of her neck. Her hands slapped again my back, nails eagerly embedded which caused me to loudly grumble with pleasure.

 Her hips were already in a sexual rhythm as she continued to writhe beneath me. My hands pressed down against her sides then against her shifting hips. 

My lips found hers, how I had desired to taste her lipstick painted mouth. The passionate aggression of her kiss was wondrous, her lips eagerly sucked my offered tongue which delighted in the flavors of her heated breaths. She sang with a steady purr as my hands jerked and tore the garters from the delicate stockings, each quick action caused her body to excitedly startle. 

Her thighs spread wide and down against her I pressed my gorged hardness through the crotch of my tailored trousers. Her hips eagerly reciprocated, pressed upward her dampened panty covered center against me in plead for more. My hands trailed up the inside of her widely spread thighs, nails snagged against the stockings, then gripped her knees to keep her thighs in place. I heightened the motion of my hips, ground firmly between her legs. Her squeals were muffled by the strength of our kiss with each firm grind against her. 

The moment my lips left hers, she loudly shouted, "I want you to fuck me!" I coyly laughed, enjoyed her tone and true need of me.

Again she shouted, "Fuck me, dammit!" 

Again, I laughed with a sexual pant then to my surprise, she literally shoved me off her. 

Back against the floor I thudded and within seconds her hands swiftly undid my belt, the fly of my trousers, and lastly made swift action to expose me. Then she attacked my lips with hers as she straddled above me. 

Ah, I praised, she was beyond ready for the gift and the vile creature she would undoubtedly become was highly anticipated.

Through her smothering passionate kiss she gave another demand, "Rip them off!" she continued to suckle my lips with firm scrapes of her teeth then again firmly said, "You'd have no problem, rip my panties off." 

My lips grinned against hers. One hand slapped against her hip then with ease gripped the waist of her lace panties and with a jerk those panties were tore free from her body as request. 

She gasped followed by a nearly wicked laugh. Her hands slapped against my chest and with expert ease and an eager shift of her hips I was delivered with the glorious mortal heat of her center. She panted against my lips as her hips continuously ground. Her nails pierced my skin as she strengthened her determined grinds. Her pants filled with high toned notes of pure pleasure the further steered both our bodies. 

Her hands shoved back against my chest and she rose seated and mounted. I was mesmerized by the radiating beauty displayed through the sexual twists of her expression. She was positively enraptured as her body rode me with every bit of her sexual needs. My hands held firm her shifting hips, felt every grind and rotation as my body responded in rhythm. 

Within my eyes, I burned every detail she physically displayed. The brilliant glow of her red nails against the paleness of her breasts as she eagerly fondled herself. Every change of her expression glorious. Her slightly faded red lips continuously licked, pressed together then softly gaped with each of her sexual purrs and hums. Her crystal eyes fluttered against the weight of her sexual heightening. And every sexual motion of her body perfect. I praised, she was perfect!

Keeping a grip of her gyrating hip with one hand, I delivered the other between her straddling thighs to deliver her higher. Her body startled, only slightly skipped a rhythmic beat but quickly returned into perfect rhythm assisted by my assisting stroke. I listened to the lovely sound of her pants filled with sweet squeals of pleasure as her body steadily tensed in response to the growth of her desired release. 

Her determined grinds raised my pleasure as well. The tension was felt furrowing my brow and snarling my top lip. My eyes solely focused on her every expression which tensed the more her release escalated. She was more beautiful than I had ever known her to be and knew the moment she woke into my world, her beauty would be even more and incomparable. She would become my perfect creation. 

I heard the change, her vocals became quickened then completely silence the moment she inhaled. Her body arched back as I gave a final stroke. From her sounded the most lovely scream of ultimate release. Then her final shuddered grin my body gave and the pleasure she so wonderfully assisted ripped outward. From me, a loudly grumbled groan. 

 Vivian's POV



And the moment the explosive finale shot its wondrous fireworks I screamed like I never have and probably made Billy piss his pants! 

I dropped back against the fur rug set before the fireplace, my black hair fanned out over the pure white. My eyes were glazed over and lips firm with the biggest satisfied grin that had ever graced my luscious lips. I breathed heavily and happily. 

My head turned to the right as I lazily reached my hand to my nearby clutch. I brought the clutch over me, dug out a cigarette and gleefully lit it up then took a long deserving drag. Now, I praised, that was when you're truly supposed to have a cigarette. 

I blew the smoke passed my grinning lips as my head turned to look to that amazing creature who just made every one of my erotic fantasies come to life. And I thought, could vampires get exhausted? 

Well, he kinda looked exhausted or perhaps he was trying to take in what just happened to him. I knew what happened to him, Vivian Addams happened. I couldn't help but release a laugh with smoke exhaling from my nose. Impressive, I do believe was the expression on his face. 

"So," I broke the after sex silence and asked, "What's on your mind now, Mr. Dandridge?" I continued to grin at him and took another drag. 

He rolled his head my direction as he laid on his back. His eyes practically glowed with a hint of that vampire red. He carefully rolled onto his side, again those lips were slanted into that devilish grin. 

I could only able to imagine what was going on in that complicated mind of his. 

He leaned forward, brought an arm over me and planted his hand against the rug, partially caged me. 

I took another drag and blew the smoke from the corner of my mouth as I looked up at his quite intriguing expression. I was truly curious what the expression meant though I had my ideas. I sang up at him, "Don't keep me in suspense, Mr. Dandridge." Another stream of smoke purposely blew up into his gorgeous face. 

His eyes fluttered against the smoke. The moment his eyes again looked down at me they were fully consumed by that lovely shade of red encircled by bright orange and dotted in the very center by pure black. 

Like a curious child wanting to investigate what were quite possibly behind those grinning lips of his, I lifted my left arm then reached my index fingertip to his lips. My eyes focused on those lips as I grazed the tip of my lengthy fingernail along the full shape of his bottom lip. I pressed my lips together with growing curiosity as I worked my nail tip between his lips. With anticipation for what probably hid behind those lips, my lips lightly puckered. My eyes studied my actions closely and then I felt my long nail tip scrape against one piece of hidden deadly treasure. 

My lips softly parted within their pucker with excitement the moment my eyes watched him take my finger into his mouth. Wow, feeling that sly tongue of his mold under my finger felt positively naughty and so damned good. As he maneuvered my finger from his mouth, quite talented was his mouth, then felt the very fine tip of one of his bottom fangs puncture into the pad of my fingertip. I hissed a little in response to the delicate sting which spread a thrilling erotic sensation over my entire body. Then he again moved my finger into the depths of his mouth. His tongue pressed firmly up against the slightly bleeding tip of my finger. Oh, hot damn, what a feeling. It was positively the most erotic moment up until that moment, more was coming I knew that for certain.




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 05



I slowly slid my blood slicked fingertip from his mouth, made a slight trail of my blood down the center of his bottom lip. 

He moved the tip of his tongue down against that little blood slick then those lips again returned to their slanted grin. 

I shifted my eyes and glanced at the little puncture on the pad of my pretty fingertip. I had an idea quickly pop into my dirty mind. 

I pressed my thumb firmly up the length of my finger and urged more blood from the dainty puncture then lowered my hand. I brought the fingertip down, applied a bloody lip stain over both my top and bottom lip then smeared it down over my chin. I kept reapplying pressure to make sure the blood trail didn't run dry. 

Down over the curve of my chin, I bent my head back drawing a line of blood down the center of my neck. I kept the trail fresh, dotted it with little thick droplets then continued drawing along the line of my collarbone. I dragged my finger upward creating the perfect trail that would lead him right to the bloody red X painted at the side of my neck. 

To signal the beginning of his treasure hunt, a map drawn in blood, I tapped my fingertip against my lips. Oh, boy was I ready to be a living and breathing treasure map! 

I held my breath the moment he lowered and those lips were against my blood painted lips. With his lips and tongue the blood was suckled and licked away. My eyes rolled with growing eroticism heating every inch of my body as I indulged in every motion of his lips and tongue as they worked down over my chin. I bent my head back to allow his continuance along the blood trail. My lips continued with an excited grin as I took another drag from the last cigarette I will ever be able to inhale. I hummed with delight, smoke exhaled from my nose. 

He moved down the trail centered along my neck. Oh those lips and tongue! Oh my dear lord I felt more than just heat beginning to engulf my body! 

My body responded to every damned sensation from those amazingly talented lips and tongue. He reached the center of my left collar bone as I struggled to take another lengthy drag. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the bloody trail then licked along the line that led to the curve of my shoulder. 

The damned cigarette felt like dead weight and pulled my arm to the floor. My lips lightly puckered then softly parted as I deeply exhaled then inhaled. 

His head shifted and guided the tip of his tongue along the final stretch of the blood trail. 

My body trembled with anticipation with a building orgasmic sensation. 

His mouth fully moved over the prominent bloody X as his tongue erased it from my heated skin. 

My eyes fluttered then snapped wide open. I felt that orgasmic sensation prepare to explode. Then it happened! 

Oh praise the darkness! Glory was the name of Jerry Dandridge! 

Those merciless but heavenly fangs punctured into the side of my neck like sleek needles and with a loud crunch my bodily trigger exploded over me the most amazing orgasm I could ever have imagined!

My eyes were so wide it felt as if they were gonna pop from their sockets. My lips trembled with a shaky pleasure filled moan gasped passed them. Another crunch, his bite intensified and the pain ignited a secondary explosion that ripped through my body which jerked in response. 

It was as if I were given a second chance at having my cherry popped! If I knew this was going to end up happening I would have saved myself just for that moment! 

The moment my virginity was plucked couldn't even come close to what was taking over my body. Even the motion of my blood was felt moving through those punctures caused the orgasmic sensation to linger from the top of my victory rolls to the tips of those fabulous Mary Jane's intensifying my bodily trembles. 

Screw those Hammer film vampires and their fluffy sleeved selves! Screw those damned books proclaiming vampires were living porcelain dolls dressed like ruffled aristocrats from the eighteenth century! None of those fictional pricks had a thing on that impressive piece of masterful work with his mouth mercilessly latched to the side of my neck! 

I felt the numbness begin, crept over me, started at the fingertips and the tip of my toes. Slowly the numbness crept up through my limbs settling the trembles. I felt the sensation of my breaths becoming scattered along with the beating of my heart. The numbness approached my chest, coming slowly together like the gathering of crashing waves prepared to drown my life. It was strange the moment my chest was consumed by that numbness. I no longer breathed and my heartbeat became faint. My body was unable to move or feel anything. Sadly the orgasmic sensations died. And I no longer felt his mouth or the suckling of my blood. Then it was over.

 Mr. Dandridge's POV

 Just a very miniscule amount of blood I left, enough to travel my gift through her glorious body. I withdrew my fangs, her blood's flavor was beyond expected. A satisfied hum vibrated passed my lips as I remained stationary with my eyes closed, savored every tiny bit of her sins. I felt her blood absorb into my immortal blood, the bond between she and I completed. She was mine, yet I had peculiar plans for her.

My eyes opened, the heat of her blood felt within chill flow of mine. I looked to her wide eyed vacant expression, yet frozen across her lips was as expected, a gentle puckered grin. My hand rested against the side of her chilled face as I studied her in temporary death. 

By the next sunset she would rise from death and become a permanent residence of my darkness. Vivian Addams was truly immortalized and forever she would always be a remarkable representation of vintage perfection. For twenty-two I assisted in creating her into my expectations, perfection. A devious mind, perfect body, and damned soul, she was perfect and would remain so until the end to time. 

My hand guided her head facing me. I leaned then gently pressed my lips against hers. 

By dusk, she would embrace that gift and become a force of pure mortal terror. She would succeed in becoming a true Mistress Vampire with my guidance. No life of servitude for my Vivian. She would be free to be as she has always been but greater. 

I withdrew my kiss then brought my hand over her eyes and guided them closed. 

And, so, an end but now it was only the beginning of a whole new life for Vivian Addams.



In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 06



Vivian's POV

There was a shitload of clocks were going off seemingly against my head. I woke so damned abruptly I smacked my head against the coffin lid which prompted, "Fucking owe?" 

Okay, I was inside a coffin, that was a given, I knew that was part of the deal. Sure I understood it was probably something I had to get used to. 

I literally shoved the damned lid open and sat up with the heel of my hand pressed against my forehead. The pain thankfully lasted a mere minute then my eyes opened and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. Well, it was obvious that I was in his basement for there was a coffin beside the one my ass was parked in. 

I stared at the dark wood coffin that was intricately designed with as unique raised rippling effect about the lid. Then came the clear sound of that coffin's hinges. My eyes watched the lid begin to rise then from inside the coffin I heard a distinct yawn. I just sat there staring. 

Maybe everything that happened hadn't hit me yet or was I just so damned anxious to see him with my new vampire eyeballs which didn't blink once as they were widely focused. I listened with my newly inherited keen hearing the distinct sound of him climbing out of the coffin. His shoes seemed to loudly scrape against the concrete floor. 

The lid to that artful coffin was finally lowered.

My lips curved into a grin as my eyes immediately focused on that incredible month that recently sucked the so called life out of me. 

He greeted, "Good evening." His voice sounded even better with my new keen hearing. He was tastier looking within my new detailed vision. 

I released an amused laugh and said, "Sure is." 

My eyes kept close watch as he stepped around his coffin and approached me. My head slowly lifted as he grew closer. 

His hands tucked into his pants pockets as he stood there smiling down at me. 

I was in complete awe of everything that was him. 

With that smooth as silk melody he spoke, "Tonight's your new beginning." 

I was enraptured by every motion of his mouth. 

He questioned, "Are you ready?" 

I eagerly replied, "Boy am I ever." I really had not a clue what to expect but always went with the flow wherever it guided me. 

He reached his hand to me and said something seemingly familiar, "Take my hand, Vivian."

My eyes slowly drifted from his mouth down to that hand. I remembered what those hands did the night before. Yep, I would now spend an eternity remembering every fucking detail of that night. 

I slipped my hand into his and all I could think was, damn his skin felt like that of a newborn's. His skin was so soft and immediately I imagined how they would feel against my ass in comparison to the prior evening. 

He assisted me out of the coffin, something I would no doubt have to perfect on my own. 

I never even noticed that I was naked, wore only the garter belt and dangling broken garters around my waist but really didn't give a shit. 

He led me forward through the unfamiliar basement, I was amazed by all the different smells that normally I wouldn't have noticed as normal me. I smelled the faint scent of mold mingled with a spices of lingering dust and even caught hint of the unique age of the items set about the many shelves. I was practically hypnotized by each different scent. That was the shit. 

He led me up the wooden basement steps then out onto the main floor. 

The lights were on which seemed almost too bright for my eyes. I blinked adjusting my eyes to the glare. Once adjusted I got to take a more detailed look at all his collectables and antiques while he held my hand and guided me through the doorways and down hallways. 

He announced, "First we feed." 

Well, I grinned, that was going to be an adventure. I was curious and nervous about the whole feeding bit. So many deaths I had researched, the many lives of young women were taken for satisfying an immortal's need for blood. Well, I never got too intimate with researching those women, never went into the depths of their pasts only focused on their current lives when they were menu items. 

Was I gonna be able to be a successful hunter? Could I truly be ruthless enough to separate people's lives and see them as prey? 

I guessed I was about to find out exactly how big my new vampire balls were. 

He led me to that curved staircase I first saw him. Oh what a sweet memory of his grace that I prayed to harness about myself. 

From nowhere that guy Billy Cole came trotting by and called out, "I'll be back." He continued by as if I weren't even there. 

"Hiya, Billy!" I shouted with a little chirp which caused him to pause but continued for the front door. "Rude," I mumbled then Mr. Dandridge tugged me towards the stairs. 

"He doesn't like me, does he?" I asked as we moved up the stairs, "Is he gay?" 

Mr. Dandridge stopped halfway up the stairs. 

I stood there staring at his fabulous backside, my eyes couldn't help but take in the fineness of his superb rear which was even grander with that new vision. 

"Actually," he spoke, not looking back, his voice sounded a bit stumped, "I don't know. I never really thought about it." 

He again tugged me and we continued up the stairs.

I was led by the hand to a different part of the second floor and into a room where I discovered some seriously awesome clothes neatly folded and laid out on the foot of a bed. 

"Get dressed," he said then announced, "I need to change then I will be back shortly and help yourself to some fruit." 

I frowned, fruit? We can eat fruit? What were we, fruit bats? 

I turned to ask but he was already out the door. 

I felt almost normal. Sure I saw things differently. I could smell things no ordinary person could smell but in ways I felt the same. I wondered if that's how he felt. 

With a shrug I did as he said and proceeded to do the tedious process of molding my body into my signature pin-up shape. 

The ensemble laid out at the foot of the bed was unexpected. I knew the building pieces of my outfit from the previous evening had been pretty much destroyed during my final mortal request. And there before me was likely the most gorgeous vintage undergarment set I had ever seen.

My hands lower and pressed against the deep red satin of a perfectly designed pin-up dream. I nearly felt the gleam in my eyes, the red was so vibrant to my new immortal vision. I lifted the corset, my eyes saw every detail of the threading, boning, and intricate embroidery throughout, what I believed, was the genuine deal. In my hands was an authentic vintage corset similar to what my idol Miss Betty Page had warn. The smile trace my puckered lips, how had he known?

Like an excited child, I eager removed the remnants of my garter belt then began the task of enhancing what Mother Nature gave and Mr. Dandridge immortalized. 

It was always a task putting on those layers of bodily perfecting garments. Sure my body was perfect all natural but to enhance my natural shape I used a corset and body hugging clothing. But as I dressed for the first time as a vampire I couldn't help but indulge in each sensation of each different type of material I covered my body with. The satin lining of the corset felt positively heavenly against my skin. Every inch of my body was more sensitive to the touch and feel of things. The lace of vintage garter set tickled. The silk stockings felt barely there against my sensitive immortal flesh. No bothering with the panties for I had my suspicions they would eventually get in the way. 

And the dress, the cherry atop the delectable dream that was me. I could smell the fragrant aroma of its age, another lovely authentic vintage piece. The moment I tugged the figure hugging dress up and over my hips, there was something nearly sensual feeling the satin lining. Then zipping that impeccable design in place, my body felt as if it were specifically meant for that dress. That dress fit unlike no other in my life. It oddly seemed it had been tailored just for me though I had just met the vampire of my dreams for the first time the previous evening.

My eyes frowned. A strange sense drifted over me. My eyes looked down at my stunning figure wrapped perfectly in that remarkable piece of vintage art color the darkest and richest shade of red. My hands slid down over my curves. How was it even possible that he had something like that available? What were the possibilities he would've had something like that lying around?

Well, I thought, he had some seriously impeccable taste, that was for damned sure.

Speaking of impeccable taste. How the fuck did I look? 

Wanting to know my undoubted beauty, I turned in a complete circle, noticed no mirrors then it dawned on me. How the hell was I gonna confirm I looked perfect? 

Then it struck me! Vampires didn't have reflections! 

I cursed, "Damn it." 

How was I going to do my makeup without a damned reflection? 

Damn, I never really thought about those damned myths about mirrors and mirrors loved me! Again, my eyes frowned. How in the hell did he know when he looked positively perfect? 

My face grimaced. There was no imagining Billy having a good eye for what looks good or not. 

My hands planted on my hips as my head tried to figure out that new puzzle. 

The door came open and, bam, there was Mr. Dandridge looking damned perfect. 

I sort of huffed in response to his ability to look damned perfect. 

He immediately caught my frustration and asked, "What's wrong?" He stepped into the room, moved across the floor dressed positively perfect head to toe. 

My hands tossed up in air in frustration to his perfection. I scanned him from top to bottom. He wore a navy blue sweater, black trousers with a pressed pleat down the center of the legs, a pair of black patent leather shoes, and, damn him, his hair was without a single ebony strand out of place. 

"How do you do it?" I asked him as he now stood directly in front of me then again whined, "You're perfect." 

He gave a little laugh with a slight pucker to his charming smile then stated, "If you knew how long it took me to get a hang of looking like this," he explained, "You probably would of have second thoughts. But it does help, in the beginning, to have someone there to assist you." He then stepped passed me. 

I turned following him and watched him grab my clutch then removed the comb. 

He returned to me, stepped behind me then proceeded to do the sweetest gesture ever, combed the length of my hair. 

Indulging in such a treat, I asked, "So, Billy assists you?" There truly was no imagining Billy as much help beside physical labor.

He vaguely answered, "When needed." 

I stood and enjoyed the feel of his hand pressing down the length of my hair as he guided the comb through it. 

Then he began to explain more important details, "What my goal is for you, Vivian, is that you will be your own vampire. I have no intentions having you as my servant. You have the potential to be a master vampire, actually a mistress vampire." 

My eyes closed, my heightened senses were deeply focused on his heavenly voice mingled with the sensations of his touch. 

He continued, "I am going to do everything in my power to make certain you become the perfect Mistress Vampire. And I'm confident you will be one of my success stories." he continued to slowly work that comb through the thickness of my hair and on occasion I felt his hand slide down against the top round of my rear which cause a puckered grin across my lips as I listened, "Now, there is plenty that I have to explain to you." 

He announced, "I know you probably know the basics since you're an expert." there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone which I thought charming, "You cannot go out in the day, you'll die. Stay away from holy water, it could potentially kill you. Crosses only have effect if the individual holding it has true and pure faith. Garlic is used in effort to ward us off but can't cause too much damage if consumed or pressed against the skin. Stakes through the heart, wooden or any type of metal, they will kill us but if they are removed we survive. As for beheading, we die, the brain is severed from the heart." 

Yeah, I knew that all that, an expert as he said.

He gripped my shoulder with one hand then he guided me around to face him. 

My eyes open and were instantly aimed at his mouth which was so much lovelier with my vampire eyeballs.

He firmly stated, "There are rules to follow." he presented the rules, "A vampire cannot enter a person's home unless invited by the rightful owner. We must sleep in coffins lined with the dirt from our homeland, yours is here, Atlanta and wherever you go from here you must have ample supply." then he added the most important, "We do not turn others unless they are worthy." his lips formed a very sexy morbid grin, "That is why those we feed on are prevented from turning by severing the head from the body." 

Hmm, I hummed in thought, I pretty much all of what he said.

His hands tenderly moved down to my elbows, "As for feeding," he announced the next bit of important information, "A vampire mustn't feed every evening but feeding is a necessity. A vampire who doesn't feed at least every few nights weakens and can fall victim to anyone who's suspicious."

My brain went elsewhere and questioned in thought, what about sex? 

He continued the gift of his knowledge, "You can feed in any way you feel is right for you. You can seduce or you can simply take them. It all depends on your taste." he then explained, "For example, I prefer the seductive approach which wills them to freely give to me. But you will discover your own technique which I'm sure will be discovered tonight." 

I had a few curious questions of my own, what about sex? 

"Now," he gave me that 'listen' expression, "Before you're let out on your own you will the opportunity to end any loose ends from your mortal life. In time you will have to separate yourself from that life and make another that's less public and noticeable. You'll have to make that separation happen the moment you believe someone has taken any notice of what you are. Your instincts will let you know this." 

My instincts wanted to know more about sex.

His hands slid back up to my shoulders then he presented more information, "And you must choose a day watcher, that's Billy's title." he explained his halfwit watcher's role, "They aren't vampires but they are immortal and will be devoted only and solely to you. They do whatever it is you tell them, without question. And, most importantly, during the day, while you sleep, they will protect you and your home from anything or anyone. Choose this person wisely because they will be with for all eternity and you don't want someone you can't tolerate living with you for that long."

Then he asked, "Is there anything you wish to ask me?"

Yes, a very important question and I asked, "What about me and you?"

"How do you mean?" he asked for more specifics.

"Once I'm on my own," I was uncertain what his answer was going to be which made me nervous but I asked, "Will we see each other again?"

His lips genuinely smiled and he said, "That's entirely up to you." 

Did he think I wouldn't want to see him again?

"Well then in that case," my lips puckered and I confidently made my decision, "I'm seeing you every damned time we cross paths." 

Booty call!

That was what I imagined, a boot call. Mr. Dandridge and I were on the verge of becoming a couple of vampire fuck buddies.

His smile held firm then he agreed, "Then I guess we'll be seeing one another again." 

Oh yeah, about that sex.

"So, I'm curious." I spoke again, needed some true vital information. My head lowered at the chin as my big blues peered up at him, "Um, do vampires," I paused, correction, "Do we still get horny?" 

He practically choked on his laugh. 

I quickly stated, "Hey, I need to know everything because I'm in for a long, long journey." 

He cleared his throat of the laugh then commented, "I assumed last night would have answered that question." 

"Yeah," I slightly rolled my eyes at the obvious then elaborated, "But is horniness something that happens once in a blue moon or is it pretty much the same as when you were alive?" I smiled though I tried to be serious then firmly stated, "Because, in my case, I'm horny pretty much all the fucking time." then I coyly slipped, "Yet, last night was the first time I experienced true satisfaction." I nodded, agreed with the truth of that statement. 

Then I gave a different example towards my questioning, "I mean, say if I find my dinner attractive and I get that urge, can I fuck him then suck him afterwards?" 

If he could blush he probably would have. "Like I said," he desperately tried to hold back a laugh, "It's all up to you. If feel the need to get your sexual kicks before the actual kill, go for it."

Oh, I was only tapping the nail on the sexual head. "Okay," I smirked, curious about something about him and last night then inquired, "Tell me, Mr. Dandridge," my lips softly puckered as my left brow perked, "How satisfied were you last night?" I watched his eyes grow a bit wide then I sneakily added, "I mean if you weren't, you must understand I will not stand for it."

He again cleared his throat then flattered me, "I have never in all my time on this Earth met anyone remotely like you, Vivian." he then tapped the comb lightly against the tip of my nose and stated, "But I do admire your determination."

I quickly ended his flattery and stated, "That doesn't answer my question, Mr. Dandridge." I pushed back my smile and planted my hands on my hips in representation of my seriousness.

His eyes developed that naughty glimmer then he coyly questioned, "Satisfied?" his hands left my shoulders then cupped the sides of my face and he confidently purred, "Undoubtedly satisfied I was in every meaning of the word." 

I was rewarded proof of his satisfaction with those lips finally against mine. Wow, I praised, kissing him was so different, we were both the same breed which made that kiss the best kind of different. It was the type of different that gave you the ability to feel and taste every damned tiny detail that would be involved with a kiss. I tasted such a different flavor I would have never tasted as a mortal woman. Every the sensations of his lips was heightened to nearly an extreme and I loved it. 

His lips drew back. 

I had a huge smile across my lips as my eyes drifted open and looked into his then I said, "Just a warning," slithered forth was a whole new sultry tone filled with great seriousness, "I'm determined to create more definitions for satisfied." 

His lips formed an intrigued pucker then he asked, "Oh, Really?"

"Oh, Mr. Dandridge," I chirped his name then grew serious and confidently stated, "Really." 

It was nearing dinner time. 

I finally knew the meaning of what they called the hunger, the need to feed. That hunger stung inside me like that of a vicious cat shredding at my innards with fine feline claws that left behind painful stings. Back and forth I paced the floor slightly hunched with my nails dragging against my abdomen. It was annoying like an internal itch that you couldn't reach and ease. 

The patience for the delivery of my first immortal meal was difficult with each growing minute. That internal clawing was agitating. My Mary Jane's started to stomp against the hardwood floor, the spikes created fine nicks in the rich varnished wood. Each turn my jaw clenched tighter and with each increasing clench I felt those signature fangs sprout. I even felt the change in my eyes. I felt everything that transformed from normal into vampire. My fingers extend along with the lengths of my nails which persistently dragged against the material of that lovely dress. 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 06



My Mary Jane's skidded to a halt the moment I clearly heard the front door open all the way downstairs.

My body twisted on my those provided red Mary Jane's. An amazing aroma drifted into my direction. Never had I smelled anything like it. My eyes fluttered as I licked the tip of my tongue against the grown tips of my fangs. My mouth salivated with anticipation of the first taste of mortal blood. 

Was I going to be able to control myself? Could I compose myself like he obviously did? Would I fail to impress him? 

I scolded myself, had to get a grip! 

I forced my hands away from my abdomen as I closed my eyes with focus. If I could breathe, I would have done those stupid deep breathing exercises Paulie always yakked about but nope, I couldn't. So, I gathered my thoughts, straightened my posture and forced my body to relax in effort to push back the tension throughout my every muscle. 

I told myself. You have to patient as a vampire. As a vampire, you can't just go out into the world and rip apart the first person you see. A vampire had to be strategic and composed. It was all about the way you handled yourself. 

I wanted to be like him and that meant control. He controlled himself last night, there was no simple sucking, plenty of amazing fucking first. 

As I relaxed, I felt the changes. Those distorted features faded under my control. I felt my fingernails retract along with the fingertips and fangs. I believed I could get a serious handle on that whole vampire thing. 

My eyes slowly opened, I heard voices. I looked about the bedroom then decided to take a seat on the foot of the bed. Always assume the position but you always have to have a unique position for different occasions, just like sex. 

I straightened by back once seated and crossed my legs like a proper lady then leaned back against my hands, made sure my tits were prominent. There was no clue if dinner was male or female. I guessed it made no difference as long as they were alive and kicking and ripe for the picking. 

The voices grew louder which meant they were close. My eyes focused widely on the door as in my ears I heard two sets of footsteps. My keen sense of smell could decipher between Mr. Dandridge and who was a female. My brow perked, are we dining together? 

Well, I chimed in thought, sharing dinner would be an interesting first time. 

I felt the motion of my leg as it slowly kicked up and down, an unconscious tick of anticipation. I listened the doorknob begin to twist as my lips slowly began their soft pucker. My eyes held firm their deep stare on the wood door, didn't even blink once as they were wide. 

The door finally came open with his lovely hand on the knob. Then, as the deceptive gentleman he was, the young dinner item was allowed to enter first. 

Such a young thing, I praised, nineteen at the most. It was obvious that Mr. Dandridge preferred youthful for dinner but it was also very obvious he preferred finely aged for his sexual appetite something, me who was perfectly aged and always vintage. 

He stepped into the room then moved backwards guiding the door closed. And the moment the door closed his eyes quickly became filled with his intuitive nature. 

I sat there with a little curve to my puckered grin as my eyes studied the very rare piece of meat. She appeared so innocent and sweet though she was a high classed whore for hire. Her hair was a natural light brown, with my recently acquired sight it didn't look too boring as it was cropped neatly into a bob. I smelled her youth which seemed almost luminous throughout her pretty pink flesh. She had a petite frame, bony compared to my lustrous curves. Perky breasts less than a handful with taught little nipples pressed against the silk material of her sickeningly bright pink dress that rested high up her stick thighs. 

That sweet little morsel stood there with her hands in front of her as they gripped a gaudy sequin pink purse. Her wrinkle free brown eyes shifted my direction and formed a sweet smile that matched the smile across her softly pinked rose petal mouth. 

My lips instinctively formed a mocking sweet smile.

"Hi." that little thing shyly sang with her cheeks blushed.

Mr. Dandridge left the door and stepped beside that young thing then brought an arm over her shoulders. His voice chimed like a deadly melody, "Vivian, Laura is a huge fan of yours." 

"Oh, really?" I pleasantly sang then rose up off the foot of the bed then cunningly commented, "How sweet." 

I planted one hand on a hip then moved Mary Jane over Mary Jane in tradition of my sexy sway. My big blues stared into her admiring eyes. How amazing was the expression in her eyes, she was practically in love. I asked, "So, you're a fan of In the Hands of a Vampire?" Why not get my ego stroked at the same time while preparing to feast on the little thing? 

"Oh, yes," she prettily sang with an eager tone then praised, "I've being reading your stuff for a long time." 

A long time? 

She was possibly a year older than my career with Moonlight News. 

She then rushed, dug into her purse then pulled out a wadded piece of paper and uncapped ink pen. Quickly she smoothed out the paper then nervously offered them to me and sweetly requested "Can I have your autograph, Miss Addams?" 

One last request, I wickedly thought. 

I batted my eyes then graciously took the paper and pen. 

She quickly offered, "Here, use me." She happily turned around and offered her back as a table. I pressed the paper to her back then proceeded to write my autograph along with a little something extra. 

Once I finished, she eagerly spun around and took both the pen and paper. Her eyes gleamed with excitement reading my signature and extra something then she read aloud, "You're in the Hands of a Vampire, eternally yours Vivian Addams." 

She smiled wide then crammed her final biggest achievement into her purse and praised, "Oh, thank you, so much, Miss Addams." 

"No, thank you." I sweetly sang back to her then brought my hand against the side of her heated pretty face then lavished her with a sultry praise, "You've made my evening and, please, call me Vivian." 

"Oh, okay, Vivian," she practically giggled my name. 

I glanced behind at her Mr. Dandridge who had a stunning smile spread across his killer lips. Sly dog, I thought, he had to deliver dinner in the form of one of my adoring fans. 

I gave him a wink then reached down and snatched the young thing's hand. I urged her, "Come, sit with me." I then basically jerked her by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. 

I sat down, again crossed my legs as leaned to the side then pulled her down seated beside me. "So, Laura is it?" I asked and watched her bob her head then I praised, "You are positively adorable." I placed my hand against the curve of her thigh and watched her cheeks explode with color then added, "And you blush adorably too." then I reached and pinched her cheek between my fingers as if admiring a child then truthfully stated, "I could positively eat you you're so damned cute." 

She giggled with bashfulness which made me want to puke. 

I looked over at Mr. Dandridge who stood where we left him.

He stood with his arms cross over his chest as he was focused on my antics with plenty intrigue. I had to bring him into the scenario and asked his opinion, "Tell me you don't find her adorable and deliciously cute."

He cunningly agreed, "Oh, she most definitely looks delicious." 

I leaned closer to the young thing as my keen smell gathered up her radiated scent. "Hmm," I hummed then with a delighted sigh, praised, "Oh, she smells just as delicious too." 

I was having a fucking blast. 

As I listened to her continue her bashful giggles, I lifted my arm then twirled my wrist waving Mr. Dandridge to join us. I encouraged him, "Come here and smell her positively deliciousness." I wanted him really involved. 

I watched his lips do a slight suspicious pucker with the corners gently curved. 

I playfully chirped, "Oh, Mr. Dandridge." Then I turned my outreached hand palm up and slowly curled by index finger beckoning him which pleasantly stretched his pucker into that cunning grin. I suspiciously said, "You know you want to." 

That was the most fun I have ever had. Well, with exception to the fine piece of work moving towards the bed. 

I continued to twirl my wrist as if it were urgent for him to park his cute ass on the bed. I reached around little bitty Laura and patted against the cushion of the bed behind her then urged him, "Park it right here, Mr. Dandridge." I swear it looked as if he were gonna crack into a fit of laughter. 

I have always had a talent for performing and gave it my all. That game was one of brilliance that I was especially made to play and I enjoyed every second of it. 

Again I leaned close to the youth, she smelled so damned delicious. I brought my hand to the side of her face, felt the instant but of heat against my sensitive skin. I inched my face to the side of hers, her breathing had intensified which heightened her irresistible aroma. I slowly turned my head, dragged my lips ever so lightly across her soft and blushing cheek, the heat tingled against my lips. My other hand lifted then traced my nail tips lightly along the smooth shape of her youthful jaw line. 

She sweetly sighed, obviously intoxicated by my smooth wiles. 

So, I excitedly thought, that was what it felt like having so much power, the ability to bend wills with the simplicity of touch and words. 

With my left hand I guided her little head in the direction of my grazing lips. My eyes snapped open then darted to Mr. Dandridge whose expression was intense with intrigue. I felt my lips curve into that puckered cunning grin as my eyes focused on him. I was determined and Mr. Dandridge was going to witness how quick of a learner I really was. Yet, I predicted, he probably would enjoy every minute witnessing my speedy entrance into his cunning dark universe. 

My eyes not once deviated from his, I sang aloud, "I wonder if you taste just as delicious." 

I licked my lips in preparation to taste that girl's sweetness. And, please note not for the first time, I kissed a girl. Oh I kissed girls before, in typical college fashion and a few of the newbie newsies from the paper. So, there was nothing new the moment I pressed my lips against little Laura's but there was a difference. I felt a heat I never felt before, tasted flavors I never tasted, and the whole while my eyes were aimed into Mr. Dandridge's. Another erotic moment I would later write down as one of the greatest moments in my life. 

Her pretty little petal mouth felt so soft and so damned hot. I immediately picked up that she had never kissed a girl let alone a woman such as me. Hmm, I delighted, made this little petite critter's fantasies come true. And what was even better was the intensely focused expression etched all over Mr. Dandridge's gorgeous face. 

My eyes refused to leave his as I worked the magic of my lips against Laura's. My right hand slid down from her face then glided down the curve of her pretty neck. I felt the rapid pulse of each of her blood pumping heartbeats against the pads of my fingertips as they trailed along the surface above the jugular. 

At the gentle curve of her shoulder I turned my hand palm up then again curled my index finger for it was time for Mr. Dandridge to get even more involved. 

His lips again formed into that sinisterly beautiful slanted grin. 

My hand turned and pressed down against her shoulder as my eyes watched him closely. 

He got a little closer. Those manicured fingertips of his were delivered and molded around both sides of her neck then intricately glided down to the back zipper of her pink dress. 

I continued my tasting of her heated lips but kept close watch of him, his every action and expression. I listened to the prominent sound of the zipper as it was guided down the length of her back. My hand at her shoulder tucked a thumb under the wide shoulder strap then slowly I guided the strap over the slope of her shoulder. Her pretty pink neck and blushed skin were exposed and vulnerable. 

His hands again slid back up to the sides of her neck. 

My hand continued down the length of her arm, indulged in the tingling heated sensations her delicate flesh graced against my fingertips. My lips perked a smile the moment I felt his hand move over mine that rested against the side of her face. 

I cupped my hand over hers then slowly lifted it up from her half exposed thigh. 

His hand move over mine and weaved his fingers into the short lengths of her mousy brown hair. 

I maneuvered my hand, lightly grasped around the front of her throat then guided her back parting our lips. I took a brief moment to indulge the visual effects of the growing scenario.

She looked positively intoxicated, caught up in the erotic rapture of both our touches. Her expression was undoubtedly filled with arousal, she entranced by our combined effortless wiles. 

I brought her hand cupped against the side of my face, her felt wondrous against my skin. My head slightly turned as I brushed my lips against her palm. 

She sighed, so naïve and easily conned into submission. 

I pouted my lips, felt the fangs press against the inside of my mouth. Then delicately I pressed a tender kiss against her palm then another at the heel of her hand. Oh, what a sensation to feel the rapid pulse within her dainty wrist, practically heard the sweet rhythmic beat in my head. 

As she leaned back against him, Mr. Dandridge continued massaging his fingers so soothingly within the tussle of her mousy hair. His eyes scanned over the lovely curve of her exposed neck as if searching for an invisible X. His fingertips dragged up the length of her neck then combed her hair back. His eyes memorized the target then shifted directly to mine. 

The moment I waited for I knew was about to happen for it read clearly in what were the glory within his dark brown eyes. I desire to witness him make his move before I made mine. 

His head slowly bent back, my anticipation built in spades. Then he parted those kissable lips which pulled back and unveiled those remarkably white fangs. 

My eyes grew wide with heightened anticipation then watched the crowning moment.

Smooth and cool and nearly torturous, in slow motion those fangs prepared to sink into her sweet little pink flesh. 

My lips puckered, the fangs pressed firmer inside my mouth. 

His mouth was slowly delivered down to her neck. 

My lips swiftly parted, my own set of fangs exposed. 

A tantalizing melody was created the moment his fangs crunched down onto the side of her neck. 

She gasped loudly in response to the erotic pain that I knew very well. 

My turn. 

Without any further hesitation, my fangs crunched into her dainty wrist. I felt her make a quick jerk against the instant pain. I held her hand firm in my grasp, she started to tremble as her blood was consumed rhythmically through two different exits. 

The taste of her blood struck my every taste bud, almost made my jaw sting against its bitter sweetness mingled with that unique metallic saltiness. Her blood immediately soothed the nagging clawing hunger inside my body, the rabid feline consoled for the evening by the life blood of another. The melody of her blood being suckled into my mouth drowned out any of her weakening gasps. She no longer jerked against my grip as her trembles faded along with the sweet beat of her failing heart. With instinct, I pulled back the moment I tasted the final thin flow move passed my fangs. I gasped. I mentally noted, that was almost as good as sex. I licked my lips to taste the remnants of her blood then gradually my lips softly puckered with a satisfied grin mingled across their full shape. 

My eyes shifted behind their closed lids then batted open aimed directly at Mr. Dandridge. 

Mr. Dandridge practically glowed having his fill of the disgustingly sweet Laura who now was another prey notched on his lengthy and growing roster of victims but my first. 

I released her hand, her limp arm dropped as literal dead weight. I didn't know about him but what we had done together was the biggest turn on ever. With speedy naughty arousal, I reached and snatched the dead girl by the neck then jerked her to the side, her body hit the floor with a minimal thud. My hands then snatched him by the collar of his sweater in a similar manner to the previous night but with even more aggression, my aggressive nature was heightened being one of the spectacular undead. He should have seen it coming the moment my eyes opened. 

Like a sexually run freight train at high speed, I jerked him with such passion he was slammed back against the bed. I was on him in a blink of my blue eyes. But the damned door came open as if Billy Cole knew I was about to ravage his master. My head jerked, I felt my eyes change and they glared their supernatural vampire color at the idiot. 

Billy froze instantly upon catching me straddling his master. His face slowly turned into a grimace of disgust. 

What the hell was this guy's issue? 

He shook his head then simply strode his way across the room towards the bed. 

Seriously, didn't he get the fucking hint in my glaring eyes that I didn't want to be interrupted in the middle of satisfying my sexual hunger for his gorgeous master? 

My eyes followed the moron as I sat straight but held Mr. Dandridge locked between my thighs with the dress's pencil skirt snugly hiked up to the highest point of my thighs. 

That guy was on a mission definite bitch boy mission and ignored my very presence which annoyed the shit out of me and my overly stroked ego. He silently gathered then stale leftovers off the floor directly at the foot of the bed where his master's legs draped over. He effortlessly flung the corpse over his shoulder then turned for the door. He was like a robot, cleaned up after his master without questioning anything he just barged into. 

"Hey, Billy," I chirped with a hiss in my tone. 

The tool paused but didn't look back. 

"What the hell are you anyways?" I asked loudly with humor in my tone, "Besides the obvious, the house boy." I knew I just kicked him in the metaphorical balls. My lips puckered coyly.

He slowly turned his head and peered back at me over his broad shoulder. 

I questioned, "Well?" My hands planted on my hips as Mr. Dandridge had his hands firmly planted on my half exposed ass.

Billy stood there practically without any type of emotion then I actually witnessed his wheels begin to turn. He actually had to think about the question. His brows furrowed with self questioning. Did he not even know the answer to the question? 

Then he again grimaced, annoyed by my very blatant presence in his once peaceful master and slave world. He snipped with a grumble, "Hell if I know." He marched out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

I belted out a loud laugh. Amusing how it seemed that not a single individual could explain the nature of Billy Cole's being. 

My attention shifted back to the right direction and I looked down at Mr. Dandridge. With sarcasm I said, "He's warming up to me I think." I knew better, the guy loathed me. 

I brought my hands forward and pressed them down against Mr. Dandridge's chest. I leaned down, pressed my tits against him as my hands slid and gripped over his shoulder. My face hovered just inches above his. 

I requested, "Tell me what color my eyes are." I knew they had transformed because of all the excitement of my first feeding. 

His eyes studied mine then his lips formed a pleased smile and he described what I would never see, "A stunning piercing near silver shade of pale blue with veins of crimson that intricately break the metallic blue." 




In the Hands of a Vampire Ch. 06



"Okay." I said then rose up, my lengthy nails snagged down the material of his expensive sweater.

Mr. Dandridge's POV

Success!

I had successfully created the perfect monster. I was genius to wait such a long time to await the moment to embrace my Vivian Addams. And peering up her radiant vampire glow with those eyes that had become even more remarkable with her very own signature vampire distortion, I was, for the first time in centuries, in complete awe.

She proved herself a quit learner. Her instincts were keen and guided her into her own unique feeding performance. And I, Jerry Dandridge, had the honor to witness and partake in her very first feeding. Hmm, yes, she was perfection, just as I.

Right then, I knew it was time to reap my rewards for achieving the creation of the perfect vampire mistress. Her immortal body with all those wondrous immortal abilities would know doubt surpass her mortal sexuality. That immortal sexuality brightly peered down at me through her large eyes with that perfectly trimmed left brow lifted. Her full mouth puckered with her overloaded immortal lust. And all of her sex was mine.

I watched closely as she eagerly fell under the spell of her very own sexual nature, more so heightened by the gift. 

Her head slightly leaned back with a flutter of her thickly lashed eyes. She deeply purred as her red tipped hands moved upward then molded over her perfectly lifted breasts partially hidden by the red bodice. Then she praised, "I've never felt like this." she again purred and confessed, "I could never have imagined that sucking the life out of that little thing would," her head dropped at the chin and her eyes burned down at me, "Make me this damned turned on."

My lips grinned as I tucked my hands beneath the raised hem of her dress. Yes, I chose that very dress just for her for I fondly remembered how deep red practically glowed against her milky skin. My fingers moved against her upper thighs, tucked beneath the tensioned garters. 

I gave a response, "One of the perks, Vivian."

Her lips formed her pucker smirk for she loved how I spoke her name. She urged, "Say my name again." Her eyes focused on my mouth.

I obliged her, "Vivian."

She purred with an excited tremble as her hands anxiously kneaded her breasts and hips sexually twisted. "Again." she urged.

With a soft laugh I again obliged her, "Vivian Addams."

Again her hips shifted as I purposefully shifted mine.

I felt her entire body quiver as if I speaking her name plucked her tensed sexual strings. 

Then she curiously requested, "Tell me, Mr. Dandridge, can vampires get wet in response to getting turned on?"

My grin broadened its crooked slant then I urged, "Why, Vivian, you can discover the answer for yourself."

She excitedly giggled then rolled her eyes.

My eyes shifted, followed her hands as they slid from her breasts then down her cinched waist. 

Her hands moved over the hiked hem of her dress then curled and gripped. Higher the hem was raised and exposed the perfectly groomed center between her straddling thighs. She slid her right hand between her legs then the length of her middle finger slowly faded as her hips excitedly shifted.

My eyes quickly looked to hers, the sexual heat burned brightly within the silvery blue and brightened the cracks of blood red. I questioned, "Well, Vivian, what's the answer, hmm?"

She pleasingly hummed then stated, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dandridge, a vampire so can get wet and, damn, am I ever." Her lips trembled in response to her again penetrating, those lovely vampire fangs flashed. 

"Vivian." I sang her name.

"Hmm?" she hummed.

The tip of my tongue slicked between my lips then I slyly asked, "Are you in any way interested in what a vampire's orgasm feels like?"

She loudly giggled then firmly stated, "Hell yeah!"

"Hmm," I hummed then urged, "Prepare yourself."

With an immortal's burst of energy after a feeding, I swiftly snatched her by the throat then brought her hard back against the bed. Her response was remarkable. 

Her entire body smoothly motioned like that was a serpent, the grace all vampires were given was abundant throughout her sexual motions. She hissed and bared those beautiful fangs so pure white against the red of her lips. 

My hand held her firm by throat, kept her pinned against the bed. Propped atop my knees between her offered spread legs, I swiftly delivered my full hand over the chilled but moist center. Even the rich dark hair that prettily coated her center felt silken against my hand. Firmly in a circle I massaged, her hips instinctively motioned in sync. 

A vampire's very first sexual experience under the keen senses of immortality was beyond that was a mortal's first time. Every touch was more powerful. Every sexual aroma stronger. Every taste was filled with aromatic flavors. And I would conduct and take her immortal virginity. 

She continued to loudly purr followed by jaw clenched hisses. Her hands didn't pry against my gripped hand, they clung and tore her claw-like nails into the expensive bedding. Her graceful bodily motions were beautiful with the elegance of an expert belly dancer. Such beauty with every smooth arch of her back, rotation of her hips, and lift of her red encased chest. 

I tightened the grip about her throat, she gasped with excitement, yet she loudly growled the moment I drew my hand from her center. My lips curved into a grin of approval. My right hand undid the fine leather belt then undid the button and zipper of my black trousers. Then I confidently stated, "You will never forget this moment in all your eternity, Vivian."

She loudly spat, "I'm counting on it!" her eyes then snapped wide with their immortal glow and she demanded, "Now fuck me, Mr. Dandridge!" 

Such a demanded creature she was which would suit her fine as mistress vampire. I snarled with an amused but wicked snicker then stated, "But of course!" Then without holding back or hesitation I gave her exactly as she demanded which she would receive plenty, that I was positive. 

The first powerful thrust, she loudly growled with that low guttural animalistic song and oddly the lights within the room flickered. Another thrust, her embedded nails shredded the bedding as she shrieked with pleasure, the lights again flickered. Before my watchful eyes and through the flicker of the lights, I watched the first signs of lovely features distort, the true nature of her beast gradually emerged guided by her heightened senses being stimulated. I felt my own handsome features transition into my own vampire beast as my eyes remained widely focused. 

Thrust after powerful thrust, I watched my creation blossom further into the monster she had been destined to become as the lighting continued to nearly pulse in sync with her rising pleasure. 

I made her destiny. I wrote her future as I was implanted in her past. Her every beastly sound, hisses, growled, and sexual purrs were music to my ears as the lights continued to strangely dim then brighten. She would soon discover, an immortal was so overly sensitive that no extra stimuli was needed to achieve the most intense sexual high she would ever know.

With a twist of my wrist, I turned her head to the side. With each thrust I lowered down against her serpentine motioning body. The distortion of my fangs were felt as my lips parted, forward my fangs were jutted as my vampire beast consumed my appearance as hers consumed her beauty. My eyes closed, blocked out the strangeness of the lighting. 

Her hands darted, fingers extended and nails lengthened to near points. A low growl groaned passed my parted lips the instant I felt her tear her nails through the expensive material of my sweat then embed into the tension of my back. My thrusts didn't cease, steady and controlled as sensed her first immortal sexual explosion approach. 

My lips parted wider, felt the saliva slick at the corners of my mouth. Then, her body on that edge, I tore my distorted fangs into the exposed side of her milky neck penetrating her immortal flesh. Instantly the blood she consumed was tasted, familiar to my own palate. She violently screamed as her body swiftly arched and locked pressed up against me. The pain intensified from her nails embedded in me as her fingers twisted and curled. Then there came the sound of a light fixture pop followed by another.

Deeper I bit, again she screamed as a second wave ripped through her. There was no singular orgasm in our world, multiples were achieved nearly effortlessly. The pops sounded within her vocals as I sensed the room fall into darkness.

I was far from finished, my satisfaction unmet. 

I withdrew my fangs, savored the flavors that mingled with her blood. Yet, she would never know my flavor unless she sucked elsewhere on my body. I was her maker and by right I could taste her in any way I wanted. Yes, harsh but that was the law of our kind. 

My eyes eased open, the room indeed darkened but she vividly seemed to glow, her pale flesh nearly luminescent in the soft darkness. 

And, so, though she was writhing from over sensitivity throughout every inch of her body, I continued to thrust inside her. She continuously screamed in rhythm to my thrusts. I lowly grumbled into her ear followed by lower grunts. I held her throat firm, kept her head twisted to the side to ensure she would keenly recognized my vocals as my satisfaction came closer. 

Her hands shifted and snatched the back of my hair, her fine nails tips nearly slit across the my scalp. With her aggressive nature, she jerked my head up keeping two firm fistfuls of my hair. Her eyes locked with mine, a desire to watch my distorted features the moment my satisfaction was delivered. Her body fought the sensitivity and eagerly pressed upward and guided her hips to rhythmically assist me. 

She released my hair and within a second her distorted hands latched onto my motioning rear. Her legs darted and locked tightly around my waist with the spikes of her heels also against my rear. My head lifted, I felt the powerful beginning of my satisfaction. Then with a final thrust, the purest of satisfaction tore through me forcing outward a loud snarling growl. 

I could not say the last time I had indulged carnally with another immortal. I could say the last time I had been carnally satisfied which was the previous even. Yet, the fulfillment of that very moment was proven to my expectations. How I had desired for so long to know the immortal experience only she could produce. She was perfection. She was me in feminine form. Everything I was, she represented perfectly for I was perfectionist, after all.

She pleasingly purred, "Hmm, Mr. Dandridge," she then praised, "The earth literally shook and more."

My eyes shifted and peered down at her face, her features faded back into pure beauty as did my own. I praised her in return, "Vivian Addams, you will never cease to amaze me."

Her lips formed her signature confident puckered smirk then she confidently stated, "Damn straight, Mr. Dandridge." 

Vivian's POV

You would be amazed how easily I transitioned into the world of vampires. 

I swear, it was meant to be! Vivian fucking Addams was born and bred for the vampire lifestyle! 

I had no problem getting the hang of everything. There wasn't a single issue with me becoming a freestyle vampire, my own vampire or, as Mr. Dandridge said, a mistress vampire. 

Mr. Dandridge was an excellent instructor, patient and always great to look at. He guided me through all the steps and step by step my new found vampire ego was heightened. I became an expert when it was feeding time. I knew how to work my vampire magic, each and every time was a success. I was delivered my own meals and on occasion Mr. Dandridge and I would share which typically ended with him on his back and me devouring every drop of his sexual energy. 

He stayed long enough to help nudge me into the right direction of my new life and the entire time his little house pet Billy grumbled under his breath, obviously hated my very presence which only provoked me to torment him with questions about his sexuality and what the hell he was. 

The time came where I had to choose my own personal slave which came almost too easily. 

I always adored Pauly, loved his meek demeanor which charmed me to pat his head and say goose. The whole process to create my personal house pet slash guard dog was somewhat simple. I gave my sweet little Pauly minimal dose of my blood and without the actual gift giving bite he was transformed into an obedient servant who I simply wanted to pinch his cheeks every time he smiled at me. 

Both Pauly and I turned in our resignations thrown onto Berger's cluttered desk which practically devastated him and his Moonlight News. His two top journalists gonem the paper eventually went bust. How was I going to afford my lifestyle now that I was unemployed? 

Acquiring money was easy too. 

To start off, I was a smart mortal woman who pinched and saved as many pennies as possible having lived in same rent controlled apartment for eighteen years. My savings had built up a good amount of funds to make my new life comfortable. Mr. Dandridge gave the advice to invest in lucrative businesses as a silent share holder which would help cover my ass as a vampire. He invested money in remodeling and renovating houses which he turned in a good profit. The vampire wasn't just gorgeous, he was also a genius when it came to finances. 

So, I did as advised and began my investment in a local company that bought and sold enormous industrial and business properties. In no time the money flowed.

The apartment was sold and I purchased farm property outside of town which became my personal landfill for my victims. It was best to begin that way, made the people disappear completely and be added to the missing person's list at the station. 

Speaking of the station, I had to say goodbye to Sergeant Riley who became Detective Riley and was assigned the case of the murdered call-girls. The papers stated that the new Detective Riley was getting close to solving the case which was leading him directly into Mr. Dandridge's direction. So, to thank my creator for his generosity and show my devotion to him and our kind, I took Riley up on that date. I wasn't too shaken up about having to remove Riley from the equation. Actually I had a damned good time seducing him like he always wanted then took him up on his request for a drink. I drank and drank until he was all gone then he simply vanished from the world buried in one of the makeshift graves on my farmland property. Bye-bye my badge wielding resource having become a whole other resource for me. 

So, before Mr. Dandridge left me on my own, he assisted me in picking out a snazzy coffin that expressed my unique style and taste. You'd be surprised how easily one could purchase a coffin from any of the local funeral homes. All that had to be said, I prepared ahead of time for my death and so my beautiful coffin was delivered to my new upper class studio apartment. It was smooth and sleek. A rich and sleekly polished mahogany with polished brass hinges and lined with the finest red silk. There was plenty homeland dirt and so it was used to line the bottom of my coffin which always made the sleep of the undead easier. 

I was sort of bummed the day Mr. Dandridge and I had to go our separate ways. But I made a silent promise that when our paths crossed we would have our own version of a vampire booty call slash hookup. 

I determined, when he came within a fifty mile radius, I would hone on him in an instant and, bam, the walls of his latest abode would be shaken by the unnatural forces of our whirlwind natures. I loved him, I wasn't in love with him, so I told myself over and over. 

I also told myself, we loved one another in our own unique and fucked up way. I loved him because he was my creator. Don't get me wrong, I didn't love him like a father for that was fucking sick. I continued to tell myself, I loved him because he was basically me, I loved myself and so I loved him. 

We were so similar that an actual relationship of any true kind wouldn't be logical, was I right? There wasn't room for both of our egos to survive centuries beside one another, right? We simply stroked one another's egos long and hard for a single night and went our separate ways, obviously with satisfied smiles on our smug faces.

Yet, oddly, I found myself wanting more of him. I desired to see him again. I was highly addicted to Mr. Dandridge and his lips, voice, and body. 

And, so, in my determination for a Mr. Dandridge fix, a serial case of vampire booty calls began in 1983...

*****

Author Note:

There will be a start of a whole new series of stories, In the Hands of Vampires starring Vivian and Mr. Dandridge telling the tale of their string of booty calls. 

But they will not be told in their POV for they being both vampires now, third person POV. Hope that doesn't deter you, my readers, from enjoying the further vampire erotica adventures of the stunning duo.

Loves, Dolls & Dollies!

Viv