11 comments/ 18256 views/ 16 favorites Kiss of the Vampyre Ch. 02 By: SlaveMasterUK Author's Note: Originally, Kiss of the Vampyre was going to be the pilot for an erotic novel based around the exploits of Elly and her Netherworld friends, however with a huge range of erotic vampire literature already on the market I abandoned the project for something more original. However, Kiss of the Vampyre has been so well loved over the years that I decided in the closing months of 2008 to revisit the story with a light-hearted sequel. This story carries on directly from where Kiss of the Vampyre left off. If you haven't read Kiss of the Vampyre, I recommend you begin there. You can find it on my memberpage. I try to respond to all serious feedback where an email address is provided. I have some ideas for a follow-up to this story; if you would like a further installation in the Kiss of the Vampyre series, please let me know! Chapter 02: First Blood Becca awoke slowly, stretching her legs under Elly's cold purple sheets. Chill air wafted in slowly through the glassless window, and a grey light from an overcast sky landed on the silk, glazing it with a deep watery shine. Despite the cold air and cold sheets Becca felt her blood boiling in her veins, so she kicked off the thick duvet and stretched naked under the grey light, revelling in the fresh air. Her head was groggy and her eyes gummed, but not so badly that she couldn't remember what had happened, or why she was alone in the stone-walled room. If it weren't for the fact that she was still in the luxurious silk-covered bed then she'd have been sure it was all a dream. What was more worrying was that she couldn't decide if it was a bad dream or a good one. She'd been taken against her will, lifted into the sky and tied helpless to be pleasured by a complete stranger. What Elly had done to her had been tantamount to rape, even though come the end she had begged her not to stop. And to top it all off, Elly was a girl! Becca didn't think she was alone among modern girls in having had one or two lesbian fantasies, but that didn't mean she'd ever intended to act on them. If Elly had asked, she'd have said no. It was too big a step. Elly hadn't even bothered to ask -- she'd just taken what she wanted, and Becca, after a terrified start, had loved it. It wasn't just sexual violation, either. She'd been so racked with pleasure, cresting the peak of her long-awaited orgasm, that she had hardly noticed Elly's needle-sharp fangs sinking into her neck, piercing her skin and liberating her blood. Becca had been bitten by a vampyre! Only a day ago, she'd thought vampyres were just a myth. She wouldn't have believed in a beautiful green-haired purple-winged girl who could fly across the autumn sky; she wouldn't have believed that her life could be so drastically altered by one chance involuntary encounter. Now that it was done, Becca couldn't decide whether it was a good or bad thing. She recalled her life as an interloper in her parents' house with a sense of detachment, a remoteness that she couldn't resolve. Times hadn't always been happy -- in fact, most of the time she was helplessly sad. She could never explain why. Her parents were supportive, most of the time, although from the safety of her own head she often accused them of not taking her seriously. She remembered nights out with her friends, how they'd had some great times, and she wondered why, every time she came home, she felt like she hadn't fitted in. She remembered the guys that had shown an interest in her, and how she invariably pushed them away somehow. She'd always viewed her life as a series of disasters, but now that she was far from home in a cold, empty bed, waiting for her body to drastically change, part of her couldn't help but wish for it back. Another part argued. Elly has been sweet to you, it said. Elly is attractive, and kind, and she made you smile. She soothed you when you woke up, vulnerable and afraid. She made you feel better when you needed someone, and she can do things to your body that you never thought possible. Hunger tickled Becca's belly. Goosebumps rippled across her skin. Her heated blood had cooled in the swirling autumn air, so she dragged herself from the sheets after a long stretch, the urge to find food overcoming her urge to lie dormant in bed until Elly came to her. There were no clothes in the room, and Becca wondered, not without a shiver of anxiety, what Elly had done with the clothes she'd arrived in. If she chose to try and escape, then she would have to do so naked. The pair of skin-tight green PVC trousers that she had worn during her initiation were gone. Her favourite black jeans, her t-shirt with the wolf print, and her purple coat with the fake fur collar that she had been wearing when she was abducted; where were they? On the ancient wooden door hung a green silk gown, which Becca lifted in her tingling hands and draped over her shoulders. It was delicate as spider's webs and soft as clouds, and floated over her body more like an aura than a gown. She pulled it tight around her neck against the cold. The door creaked loudly as it opened, sending shivers down Becca's spine to do battle with the shivers that were working up from her bare feet and legs. On the wall opposite the door, in a narrow vaulted corridor of rough-hewn stone, a torch blazed in an iron cradle. Another torch crackled some way down the corridor, bathing the distant walls in pulsing yellow light around a fierce pinpoint of flame; in the other direction the corridor was utterly dark, lit not even by overcast grey daylight. It was a black hollow of limitless depth that seemed to suck the air from Becca's lungs as she stared into it. She pulled herself away from the darkness, felt it hovering behind her as if it was peering over her shoulder, tugged the torch from its cradle and set off briskly towards the pinpoint of light, cold footsteps padding one after the other on flagstones that were carpeted only with a thick layer of dust. Shadows of cobwebs shimmered high on the arched ceiling as she passed, and with her passing came subtle hints of movement in crags in the old stone, spiders or beetles or perhaps even small bats scampering up in the arches. A set of approaching footsteps echoed from the stone until a shadow was cast against the wall near the torch. Becca was perhaps only twenty paces from the pool of light now, close enough to see Elly's face and the unmistakeable silhouette of her purple wings, black in shadow, as she stepped into the light. "Hey, you're awake!" Elly said softly, stepping forwards, out of the light and into darkness again, visible only as a pair of narrow eyes glistening in the flame from Becca's torch, before she emerged from the shadow just paces in front of her. "You must be hungry." Becca nodded sullenly. "Come, follow me." Elly said, taking the torch from Becca's unresisting hand and leading her back in the direction from which she had come. "I've got some food in the feasting hall. How do you feel?" "I'm confused." Becca said flatly. "Confused? How so?" Elly enquired, her voice open and soothing. "I don't know where I am." She replied. "I don't know if I want to be here." "Don't let that bother you." Elly cooed, reaching out with a delicate hand to touch Becca's back. She shied away from her touch a little, recoiled towards the wall and opened a gap between them. Elly withdrew her hand, held it to her side. "It's alright." She said. "I know you're confused. I know this is hard for you, but you can trust me." "You don't know what this is like." Becca said, as they paced down the dark corridor. It began to curve slightly until it reached a steep spiral staircase, which they descended side-by-side. "I mean, I... You... You did things to me, without asking. You took me away. But... I like you. You were really sweet to me outside the party, and you were sweet to me when I woke up earlier, but... You took me away! You didn't ask me, you just took me, and turned me into a vampyre." "I know. In human terms, that was wrong. But I'm not human." "Why did you do it?" Elly shrugged. "Because I like you." She said, although her sentence had an upturned inflexion, perhaps indicating a question or some uncertainty, the first sign of doubt that Becca had detected in Elly's manner. "I don't understand." Becca mumbled, her eyes cast to the dark flagstones beneath her bare feet. "You will. Be patient." "I miss my family." Elly nodded. "You will, for a while, but it will pass." They reached the foot of the stairs, crossed a wide hall lit brightly with torches, carpeted with threadbare rugs and hung with ancient tapestries over bare stone walls, and entered an even bigger side-room containing a long feasting table. At one end stood an old metal urn and a stack of earthenware bowls. Elly picked one up, ladled some cereal into it from the urn, and poured on some milk from a jug. She wordlessly handed it to Becca. "Vampyres eat muesli?" Becca asked, raising her eyebrows. "Food is simple here." Said Elly. "Take it." Becca took her eyes from the bowl, looked up at Elly, saw nothing but honesty in her otherwise empty face. She took the bowl, clutched it to her belly, and dug in with a spoon proffered by Elly. "You can sit down." Elly said, motioning to a bench at the long table, but Becca ignored her. Nothing more was said as she scooped spoon after spoon into her mouth, swallowing her plain muesli as fast as she could between rapid gasps for air. She didn't stop until the bowl was empty and her spoon scraped at the last trails of milk and dust, chasing them around the ceramic but not managing to catch more then a few final droplets. "Sit down." Elly said, taking the bowl from Becca's hands. "Still hungry." Becca replied. "Let that settle first. You eat too fast." "I was hungry." "Come on, sit down, talk to me." "Why do you want to talk to me?" Becca whined, anger flaring at the back of her throat. Elly deposited the bowl on the table and stepped forwards, took hold of Becca's unresisting shoulders. "Don't be angry." She soothed. "Anger is driven by fear. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. This is going to be a difficult time, but I'll be here for you. I'm responsible for this, I know, and I'm going to help make it as easy as I can. You'll miss your family, and you'll miss your old life, but you'll find a new one, better than any you could have imagined. And I'll be here to share it with you, for as long as you want me." She pulled Becca into an embrace and held her tightly. Becca sniffed into Elly's shoulder. She was wearing something less sensual than her skin-tight outfit from the previous night: a pair of faded blue jeans and a soft cotton shirt in mauve that was cut specially for her wings and delicately laced at the front instead of buttoned, into which Becca's tears began to seep. On her feet, which Becca stared at through blurry eyes, were slender synthetic training shoes. "Hey, don't cry!" Elly soothed, rubbing her back gently. Becca sniffed again, tried to stem her flow of tears. "Where am I?" She asked. "You're in the Netherworld." Elly replied. "It's a place where only we can go." "Vampyres?" "That's right. It exists alongside the human world, parallel to it. It's safe for us here. We can go out in the daylight, we can fly freely in the skies, we can be ourselves. Well, most of us can. We can cross the boundary to the human world, but humans can't come here unless we bring them with us." "There are other humans here?" Becca asked. She lifted her head from Elly's shoulder, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and backed away, sitting down on the nearest bench at the long table. Elly shifted to sit beside her, put her hand on Becca's thigh. "Humans have lived here for centuries. Many centuries ago, a channel was opened that allowed humans to travel freely into this world, but not back again. Many came. The channel was eventually closed, the reason is often debated, and the ancestors of those that came still live here." "Can I see them?" "No. Not yet. Maybe some day. There's not much to see. They have their own civilisation, but they don't mix with us much." Becca sighed. "Is it lonely, being a vampyre?" "It can be." Elly said. "I think it depends." "Depends on what?" "On what type of person you are underneath." "I've always been lonely." Becca mumbled. "I'm the same." "Is that why you took me?" Elly took a deep breath, gave a long sigh. "Yes." Nothing was said for some time. Becca felt that Elly's answer required some clarification, but didn't push for it. "So this place is like, another planet?" "Think of it more as another dimension." Elly said. "An alternate reality?" "Well... Strictly speaking no, but it's a good place to start. I won't go into details. When you've changed, you'll be able to see it more clearly. You'll be able to see the boundaries between the worlds, and step through them, like stepping onto the deck of a boat from a harbour wall." "And this castle? Is this yours?" Elly sighed again, a tired sigh this time. "It's my father's." She said. "A vampyre?" "Yes." "So you were born a vampyre?" "Yes." "But you said... You said you knew how I felt, about the change! How?" "We don't develop until after puberty." Elly said. "Usually about eighteen, maybe nineteen, for girls. Up to that point we're almost human. I was sent to a boarding school in the human world, until my fangs started to develop." Becca rested her head on the palm of her hand. She still wasn't sure what to make of it all. She'd left the Hallowe'en party wanting to run away from home, but she hadn't wanted this. She wanted to go back. She wanted to see her parents, and tell them she was alright. She wanted to go up to her bedroom and watch one of her favourite films, snuggled up in her warm bed. She wanted to dim the lights, and when she was sure her parents were watching TV and wouldn't overhear her rapid breaths and tight-throated squeaks, she'd... She swallowed; her throat was tight, not just with nervous anxiety, but something else, a heat that burned in her chest. She felt hot, she felt the blood rushing to her face. She took a breath, lifted her head upright, shifted on the bench, crossed her legs to appease an ache that was growing between them. "It's happening again, isn't it?" Elly said softly into her ear. Becca nodded. Elly stood, turned so that she straddled the bench facing her, teased open Becca's gown and placed a delicate hand on her bare thigh. "You want me to help you out?" Becca swallowed nervously. "I don't know." "Don't be afraid." Elly said. "It's quite normal. I went through this too. My parents didn't see much of me for a week when I was eighteen!" She giggled. Perhaps Elly thought it was funny, but Becca looked away, her cheeks flushing. "You needn't be afraid of it." Elly continued. "It's so strong." Becca said, her voice breathy. Already a fire was burning between her legs, and clenching them rhythmically together was serving only to fuel it, not to soothe it. "I have to have it." She sighed. "Open your legs." Elly whispered into her ear, sliding closer on the bench until her moist lips were hanging a finger's breadth from her cheek. "You're taking advantage of me, aren't you?" Becca said, her voice tightened by arousal, which felt like hot treacle in her chest. "No, I'm trying to help you." Elly replied. "If you want, I'll take you back to your room, and leave you alone until you're done." Becca turned her head, gazed unfocussed into Elly's deep green eyes only an inch or two inch from hers. She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't sure that she wanted Elly to continue, but she wasn't sure she could make it to her room before she lost control -- her legs quivered, her sex ached, she just wanted so badly to appease it. She wasn't even sure if the motion of her legs rubbing together as she walked back to the bedroom wouldn't be enough to trigger something embarrassing. Her clit was throbbing painfully. She had to have it. Wordlessly she opened her legs, gently took hold of Elly's wrist and guided it under her gown. She gasped as Elly's cold fingers probed her sex, deftly opened her moist, puffy lips and found her clit, already slick with heat that seeped from inside her seething body. A few circles from Elly's skilled fingertips brought whimpers of tortured rapture from her mouth; a few more had her gripping Elly's wrist and thrusting her hips against her hand. "Hush, hush..." Elly cooed in her ear, soothing and steadying her arching back with her spare hand. "Don't fight it, just let it happen." It was too much, too intense. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't, it felt too good. So good that it was bad, so bad that it was just too good. She just wanted to come -- no, she needed to come -- to ease the pressure behind her hips and release the sticky hot treacle from her chest. Grabbing Elly's wrist still firmer she jerked it up and down, rubbing her hand over her slippery clit. Already it was happening, and she dreaded it as much as she needed it. It was going to be intense. It started between her hips like fireworks going off silently, little flowers of golden sparks that got bigger and bigger until they overwhelmed her, finally exploding in her chest and between her legs in one big all-encompassing blast. She shook against Elly's hand, quivering, her legs weak, her face covered with a light sheen of sweat and her heart racing. Her breaths were frantic in her throat as she was rocked with aftershocks, but at least the tension was over; she was exhausted, but felt a little better for it. "There." Elly soothed. She planted a little kiss on Becca's sweaty forehead. "Is that better?" Becca nodded, sniffed, wiped tears from her eyes. "Thank you." She squeaked. "You don't have to thank me." Elly replied. "But..." She began, then stopped, swallowed, tried again. "I want to." She turned her head, found Elly's lips and nervously brushed hers against them, held them there. She wasn't sure what drove her to do it; maybe it was the after-effects of her orgasm, overpowering her better judgement. Maybe it was a subconscious sense of necessity: she needed Elly to help her through what was coming. Maybe it was the well-documented but little-understood human trait of a female hostage falling for her captor. Whatever it was, she felt dutifully obliged to repay the favour, and despite having had no previous interest in girls -- not least vampyre girls -- she actually felt a tingle of nervous excitement in her chest about doing so. Elly took over, opened her mouth to tease Becca's lips with her tongue. Her kiss was divine. It made her lips tingle; it sent lightning bolts down her neck that made her heart sing. She was soft and gentle, a forceless and patient kisser, unlike any of the few boys that Becca had kissed. Her lips were delicate as the silk around Becca's shoulders and her breath as sweet as roses. Becca sat in silence and allowed Elly to penetrate her with her probing tongue, opened her teeth and remained passive while Elly explored her. Elly broke away with a hand to her shoulder. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" She whispered, eyes level and narrow. "Yes." Becca replied. Elly stood from the bench, her hand outstretched. Becca took it, rose behind her, settled into a slow, silent walk. They said nothing as they left the feasting hall, crossed the wide lobby and entered the spiral staircase that led through the labyrinthine tunnels of the castle to the bare bedroom. All the way Becca's heart thundered in her chest as she wondered what she would have to do, and what it would be like. Would she be able to do it right? Would she get it wrong? Would she hurt Elly, or offend her? She'd never made love to a girl before -- or to anyone, for that matter. She'd wondered about this moment for a long time, wondered who it would be with, and where it would happen, and what things they might do. Kiss of the Vampyre Ch. 02 Never in a lifetime would she have imagined that it would have been with a sweet but mysterious green-haired vampyre with the body of an angel, the wings of a mythical beast, and those soft, friendly eyes that she could lose herself in with just one glance. With Elly's slow sway the bedroom seemed to take forever to reach, and yet as they drew ever closer, Becca knew that the journey would be over too quickly, and all too soon she would have to do the thing that she had dreaded and desired in alternating measures for so long. When they finally rounded the stone pillars of the doorway, Becca's thundering heart was struggling to escape the confines of her narrowed throat and make a bid for the cold wintry air that crept in through the glassless window. "You're nervous." Elly said softly, drawing Becca up short before the bed and holding her elbows delicately. Becca nodded. "Don't be. You don't have to do this. Are you sure it's what you want?" She nodded again. "Alright. But if you want to stop, you tell me, alright? I won't be offended." Becca stood motionless, trapped in the green light from Elly's deep eyes. She wanted to reach out, take Elly's cheeks in her hands, kiss her lips, slowly pull loose the bow at the neck of her shirt and unthread the lace, but she couldn't bring herself to make a single move. She couldn't even move her hands from where they had slumped by her sides. It was Elly who took the initiative, untying her bows, slipping out of her garment, tossing it to the floor. Her face was carefully blank, her eyes still locked with Becca's, as she popped free the buttons on her jeans and bent with deliberate pause to the ground, unblinking eyes not leaving Becca's even for a second as she peeled herself from her trousers. She raised as slowly as she had sunk, carefully slipped her outstretched fingers under Becca's gown and flicked it from her shoulders so that it hung from her hands, tickling her buttocks and the backs of her legs. Becca flexed her rigidly clenched fingers, shook the gown from her arms and let it drop and cascade around her feet like a green silk waterfall. Naked but for the garments around their ankles they stood, staring at one another, eye-to-eye. It seemed to Becca that Elly wouldn't have looked away for all the gold in the world, and Becca didn't dare take her eyes away from Elly's face, for she knew that Elly was now totally naked. She had seen Elly naked before, but this time was different -- this time she would have to be active in pleasuring her, not just be a helpless passenger under her experienced hands. Elly reached out with a delicate hand, took Becca's in her own, lifted it and placed it palm-first against her firm breast. It felt warm and soft to Becca's cold hand, a little firmer than her own although noticeably smaller. Elly's thumb pushed against hers, brushed it over her nipple, soft and flexible. Becca finally tore her eyes from the deep green pools in Elly's face, let her gaze wander over her lips, her delicate chin, her slender neck, her defined clavicles and her breastbone, finally to her exposed breast. She raised her other hand, covered this breast, squeezed gently with her fingers. She heard a sigh, flicked her gaze upwards quickly, saw a faint smile on Elly's lips before she was drawn in once again to the bottomless depths of her eyes. "You're so gentle." Elly whispered, the corners of her mouth upturned. "Don't know if I'm doing it right." Becca mumbled in breathy reply. "You can be a little firmer, if you like. You won't hurt me." Becca's gaze slipped back down to her hands, as she squeezed a little harder. The tops of Elly's breasts distorted and bulged as she squeezed, deflated as she relaxed; she stared, transfixed, as she squeezed again. "That's right." Elly whispered, leaning forwards to place her cheek against Becca's forehead. She let out several deep sighs, loud in Becca's ears, soothing to her nervous soul. Their gentle sounds urged her to further her explorations; she relaxed her hands, slid them around Elly's breasts to expose her nipples, which she took between her thumb and forefinger, as she often did with her own when she was alone in her bedroom, and rolled them carefully. They began to grow between her fingers, reaching forth as hot blood filled them from within. "You're good at that." Elly whispered. Becca looked up quickly, dislodging Elly's cheek. "Really?" She asked. Elly's smile was all the answer she needed, but she spoke anyway: "Yes. Please, don't stop." She lowered her head once more, bent over to rest her face in Becca's neck. Soft lips and a delicate tongue played around her skin, but there was no hint of naked teeth or extra attention to the scabs where she had been bitten. Encouraged by this display of relaxed affection, Becca increased her playful exploration with renewed vigour, letting one hand wander down Elly's smooth and toned belly, across her hips and onto the puffy mound of flesh between her legs. Elly moaned a peaceful sigh into her ear, kissed her neck and nuzzled her cheek with her nose. Becca's exploring fingers tingled. She urged them onwards, over Elly's mound and into the cleft that it formed between her legs. It was warm and moist and it enveloped her finger, urged it inwards, where moist stickiness became hot and slick, as hot on her finger as Becca felt in her chest. Elly gave another moan as Becca withdrew her finger, slick with her heat, found her clit as a soft fleshy bulge between her cleft, and delicately stroked it with a beckoning motion. "That's nice..." Elly purred, taking Becca's shoulders in her hands. "That's really nice." Becca took her other hand from where it had fallen still on Elly's breast, wrapped it around her back and used it to support her as she pushed harder into her sex. She had no idea if what she was doing was right, but it felt like the right thing to do, and Elly's moaning responses seemed to indicate that it was right enough. She should perhaps ask; she'd read in some magazine that a good lover wasn't afraid to ask what her partner wanted, but she felt too self-conscious, too afraid that her own voice might spoil the moment, so she kept up her caressing motion and held Elly tight with her spare hand. After some moments Becca felt a shivering shudder through Elly's spine, and Elly lifted her head from her neck. "Ooh, my legs are shaking!" She panted, straightening her back. "You want to lie down?" Becca asked, stilling her rhythmic stroking. She hadn't wanted to say anything, but the words seemed natural and correct, and just right for the moment. "Yeah..." Elly breathed. "Let's get on the bed." The deep purple silk was cold on Becca's skin as she crawled up the bed, but it was luxuriously soft and heated quickly under her touch. Elly rolled onto her back, tucked her wings and slid across the bed until her head was nestled in the airy pillows, her arms stretched up towards the iron headrails under the window, her green eyes gazing glassily up at Becca as she knelt thigh-deep in the silk. "You're so beautiful." Elly whispered. Becca turned away as a blushing smile washed over her face, found her eyes focussing on Elly's bare feet, dragged them up her legs to her bare sex, glistening with heat. As if watching her gaze Elly opened her legs, rolled her hips, gave Becca unspoken permission to continue. Her fingers found their place once more, slipping into Elly's cleft and pushing inside her. Sticky warm heat enveloped them and drew them in; so soft, so warm. Fingering Elly wasn't like fingering herself -- the feeling around her fingers was similar, but there was no corresponding sensation in her body, so she couldn't feel by sensation where it felt best to put them. She had to feel by experience and guesswork, seeking the soft pad along the roof of Elly's pussy, teasing it with her fingertips, beckoning it, rubbing and caressing it as best she thought it might want to be caressed. Elly's questing fingers played at the silk above her head, her mouth dropping open to give a repeating rhythm of short, breathy moans, her green eyes still fixated on Becca's face. Becca shot her a quick smile as she became caught in her gaze, tore her eyes back to her sex, brought her spare hand slowly down her pale belly to stop on her puffy mound. "Lick your fingers." Elly whispered, her moans momentarily interrupted. Becca obeyed, looked once more into Elly's eyes as she wetted her fingers in her mouth and lowered them back to her sex, reached under her rhythmically stroking hand to find Elly's clit. It was hot and puffy and sticky, a slightly hard nub in a fleshy cushion, under a delicate hood which was quickly moistened by Becca's wet fingers, which picked up a rhythm of gentle circles to match that of her other hand. "That's good..." Elly breathed, closing her eyes and reaching up to grip the rails above her head. Her moans grew in volume, became more forceful, more percussive, drawing her mouth further open with each convulsion from her chest and belly. Her lithe muscles rippled under her skin, her pale chest flushed red. Becca continued her rhythm, sped it up a little, spurred on by Elly's appreciative moans. As if this little extra pace was enough to push Elly over the edge, her belly rippled into a muscular relief, her breaths stilled in her throat, and Becca felt her fingers being squeezed by an intense prolonged spasm from Elly's pussy. The tension grew and grew for another three or four circles around her clit until it snapped with a sudden grunt of released breath. Elly's head leapt up from the bed, curling down towards her chest; her legs came together and crushed Becca's hand there. More spasms followed, rhythmic and regular until Becca stopped her stroking, when they became less intense and less predictable. She pulled her sticky hands free, gave a few more slow gentle circles of Elly's clit, and withdrew. Elly's pale face twisted into a smile, her hands disentangling from the rails, crawling down her chest, over her breasts and nipples and belly and mound to stop between her legs, delicately caressing her puffy clit. "You must have done that before." She said lazily, her smile wide and her eyes narrow. Becca sat motionless, caught once more in her stare. "No." Was all she could say. "Come here, you!" Elly giggled, reaching up with one hand to gently hook Becca's head and pull her down until their lips were close enough to touch. She kissed her, a kiss that sent bolts of lightning down Becca's spine and almost made her choke on her own breath. Becca broke away after barely a few heartbeats, buried her face into Elly's neck as Elly had done to hers when they had stood at the foot of the bed. Her skin was milky soft and delightfully warm, tasted slightly salty and smelt of natural spice. Elly's hand wrapped around her neck, entwined with her hair and massaged her scalp, sending a heavenly buzz down her neck and into her chest. She sighed deeply, almost didn't notice when Elly spoke something to the room, heard only a deep bass rumble from her chest with no definition to the words that she could understand. She raised her head, stilling Elly's hand, looked into her eyes. "What?" She mumbled in a whisper. "I said, do you want me to do anything for you?" Becca shook her head slowly. "I already came three times in the last twenty-four hours. I'm exhausted." Elly nodded and smiled. "Alright. Lie down with me, get some sleep for a while. We have a few hours." Elly raised herself from the bed, lifted the silk blanket and slipped under it, holding it up for Becca to join her. The bed was cold where the sheets had protected it's surface from their body heat, but Elly's skin was radiant with warmth and Becca homed in on it, wrapped her arms and legs around her and nuzzled her head into Elly's neck once more, and before she had time to indulge in her warmth and delightful softness, she was sound asleep. * * * "Come on, we'd best get moving." Elly said, tightening the buckle on a rucksack which seemed to have been specially modified to strap over her shoulders without interfering with her wings. "It's dark outside." "Where are we going?" Becca asked. They'd eaten a simple vegetarian dinner after they woke in the silk bed, and Becca had started to feel better. Perhaps food was the key to good humour. "Home. My father will be back in the morning, and I don't want to see him." "This isn't your home?" "I moved out a long time ago. We don't see eye to eye." Elly explained. Becca felt that there was much more to be said, but she didn't query the subject -- perhaps Elly would tell her, when she was ready. There were more important matters. "Where do you live?" "I've got a flat in Bath." Elly said. "Bath? A flat?" Becca's gasp shocked even herself, although not as much as Elly's revelation had. A vampyre girl, living in a flat? In a city only a few miles from where Becca had grown up? "I grew up in the human world, remember?" Elly stated, as she stepped out of the grand entrance to the old castle and into the courtyard. Becca followed, her favourite jeans and t-shirt and furry-collared coat doing little to insulate her against the wintery cold. It was the first of November, but it felt like midwinter in the Netherworld. A full moon hung fat above high, wispy clouds, and a cascade of stars shimmered in the frosty air. Under this pure white light the castle seemed to shine, its tall central spire rising up into the night sky as if it was supporting the blanket of stars above. Beneath the tower, but still far above Becca's craning neck, were an uncountable number of slate roofs, each cutting into the central castle at a different angle, each above an uneven stack of glassless windows. Some walls were curved, some were straight, but it seemed that none were square to one another. "Anyway, I prefer it there." Elly continued, as she paced out towards the cliff that ran down into the almost circular chasm around the castle's mount. "Things are simpler in the human world. I'm just a myth, for one thing." She said. Becca wanted to know more, but the cold stilled her voice; she shivered, her teeth chattering. "Col-d-d-d-d-d..." Elly smiled. "You won't feel cold for long. Vampyres don't feel the cold like humans do. Come here, stand in front of me." Becca obeyed, felt Elly embrace her from behind, her athletic and perky bosom against her back, thighs against her buttocks, arms wrapped tightly around her chest. A wide shadow was cast over the pale light from the moon above as Elly's wings rose, and with several strong beats and a kick they shot up and into the freezing air. Becca kept her eyes closed. Wind whipped at her hair, blowing it about and slapping it against her face. Her clenched eyes watered, her fingers tingled and her feet felt like they had been left behind, along with her stomach. She wasn't sure if her boots had come off. The sound of the wind reached a crescendo, like the tearing of a piece of card as big as a continent, and suddenly all was still. Elly alighted with the sound of synthetic trainers on tarmac, and Becca opened her eyes. "Where are we?" She asked. Stars shone down from a frosty black sky in a narrow strip high overhead, between ugly concrete on one side and black-stained stone on the other; they were in a narrow alleyway, and from the sound of a passing car, in the lee of a road bridge. They walked out from under the shadow of the bridge, along a narrow lane. "Green Park." Elly replied. "You've got a flat in Green Park?" Elly said nothing, but gave her a smile, kissed the pads of her first two fingers and delicately placed them against Becca's lips. Becca turned her head away, grinning, felt a blush spread across her cheeks. Elly seemed not to notice, or perhaps pretended so, folded her wings against her back and then unfurled them once more, brought them forwards so that they covered her shoulders like an elegant gown. "So that's how you go unnoticed!" Becca gasped. Elly smiled again. "You'd be amazed." She said. They reached the end of the lane, turned onto a wide road and then again onto a Georgian terrace that overlooked a deserted park and an ugly modern community housing complex. "People don't see what's right in front of them. Of course, I can't go out in daylight here, so they only see me in darkness." "You have to walk like that all the time?" "Not all the time." Elly replied. "I can furl them, when I'm in the right company." "There are more of you here? More vampyres?" "Vampyres, demons, witches... We have our places to go." "Wow!" Becca gasped again. Not just vampyres, but other races too! "Demons?" "I'll tell you about that later. This is my place." Elly said, stopping at a door halfway along the terrace to unlock it with a key from her pocket. She led the way up a wide and ornate staircase, over mosaic-tiled landings and through a locked wooden door on the second floor. "My place." She said, unhitching her rucksack and casting it to the floor. Elly's place was typical of converted Georgian town houses. Her rucksack hit the uneven wall next to a narrow wooden door that hung to, breathing warm dusty air into the room; Elly grabbed the door and swung it open, revealing a coat rack, a pile of shoes and a small cylindrical vacuum cleaner. Cobwebs lined the rear wall of the cupboard. "Can I hang your coat?" Elly asked, her hand outstretched towards Becca, who wordlessly shrugged her purple coat from her shoulders and handed it to her. She hung it on a peg, followed Becca's distant gaze to the back of the cupboard, then shut the door quickly. "Oops." She said with a shy grin. "I don't get around to cleaning much." She sighed a bright sigh, opened another old door that led into a kitchen that seemed almost as ancient as Elly's father's castle. "Come in, I'll put some food on." She said. She furled her wings as she walked, folding them up so tightly against her back that they were almost unnoticeable. Their upper wrist bones, which normally stretched over Elly's head when they were unfurled, were jointed so that they folded down below the level of her shoulders, and the result was a neat, narrow package that hung down to her ankles like a small cape. Becca followed her into the small galley kitchen, her shoes tapping over rippled linoleum flooring, shyly pulled out an old wooden chair and perched on it. She leant an elbow on a small table and glanced around at the rickety old cupboards and the stained worktop. Veneer was peeling from old, cheap cupboard doors; the enamel had been chipped from the sink and the worktop was worn smooth in places where bread had been cut for what looked like decades. Someone had once gone a little overboard with a meat tenderiser at some point, neglecting or perhaps completely missing their chopping board and leaving a grid of regular square dents in the worktop. An old yellowing upright fridge/freezer buzzed loudly in the corner, and an electric combi oven that put Becca in mind of her home economics room at her old secondary school stood unevenly between two cupboards. Two narrow channels of prehistoric grease led away in dark alleys on either side of the oven to the unreachable wall beyond. All in, it had a very simple, homely, and above all, earthly feel to it. "This isn't what I'd expect of a vampyre." Becca said. Elly shrugged, opening the fridge to withdraw a bottle of milk. "I like it. I don't like anything that reminds me of the castle, or of my old school. I like the simple life." She unscrewed the top of the milk, sniffed it, poured two tall glasses. "Here." She said, placing one delicately on the table next to Becca's elbow, then withdrew to lean against the worktop. "So, vampyres eat muesli, and drink milk?" Kiss of the Vampyre Ch. 02 "There's a few things you need to understand." Elly said. "Forget what you've seen in the movies. Bursting into flame, bathing naked in blood, absorbing bullets, regenerating lost limbs... Hollywood has made a legend out of our myth, but most of it is untrue. We're not carnivores. Most of us are vegetarian, myself included. Our body chemistry is subtly different from basic humans; fruit, fibre and milk are easier for us to digest. Meat and starchy foods can make us feel bloated. It's not just diet, either. Sunlight harms us; our skin can't block UV light. We get bad sunburn, even on overcast days. Our skin turns pink, then bubbles, then peels open. It gets infected easily, and the infections can't be treated with Western medicine. They can kill. English winters are just about manageable, if it's raining. Don't ever go out if it's dry, even if it's really foggy; fog doesn't block UV, it just disperses it; it bakes you slowly from every direction. Sunblock doesn't work, thick clothing can help but it needs to cover every exposed inch, including wings. "Our eyes are sensitive, too. Again, it's UV light that harms them. Too much daylight damages our sight, can even make us blind. I keep the curtains drawn during the day; if you open them by mistake you'll feel pain right away: shut your eyes and turn your head, get out of the room if you can't feel to close the curtains or if you feel your skin begin to sting." Elly stopped talking for a moment, grabbed a wok from one cupboard and some ingredients from another, began to empty a can of chopped tomatoes into the pan. She turned, holding up the empty can as if for approval. "Vegetable stir-fry?" "With tinned tomatoes..?" Becca asked, wide-eyed. "Hey, I don't do haute cuisine!" Elly mocked, and Becca giggled. "Somehow I thought you'd have a penthouse suite or a country manor with a huge fitted kitchen." She laughed. "And that was before I knew you were a vampyre!" Elly shrugged again, a cute mannerism that Becca had noticed her use several times. She deftly chopped an onion in two, deprived it of its skin, then chopped it into cubes with a sound like a quiet machine gun. The tomatoes in the wok began to steam. "You chop quick!" Becca said. "That's another vampyre thing." Elly replied. "Our reactions are faster than humans. We're stronger, too. We can see better in the dark, can focus over greater distances, we have more powerful hearing. Our brains work a little clearer, and our thoughts aren't so susceptible to our emotions. Some people call us cold and calculating, but we have the ability to separate thoughts from feelings better than humans do, that's all. We're immune to most human illnesses, we don't feel the cold so bad, we get more energy from our food and conserve our water more efficiently. We also age slower. There are some very old vampyres in the Netherworld -- the atmosphere there is kinder to us. In the human world we can live for maybe two hundred years, although with the change in air quality in the last hundred years we might have to make adjustments to our estimates." "So how old are you?" Becca asked. "How old do I look?" Becca shrugged. "Mid-twenties? Well, your body looks mid-twenties, but you act older." "Close. I'm thirty-four. Our ageing slows down as we get older. By the time I'm forty, I'll look thirty. I'll look forty when I'm sixty, with any luck. You'll continue to age normally until you're about twenty-five, and then it'll slow down." "You don't live forever, then?" "Nobody lives forever." Elly laughed. "That's just a myth. You might say we're not that much different to humans, we're just designed to operate under different conditions. In this part of the world, we have the advantage." Becca was silent for a moment, as Elly chopped a red pepper and added it to her wok, poured over a drizzle of oil, prompting a loud sizzle and a mouth-watering smell. "So... You're like... A different species? Like lions and tigers?" Elly became still at the pan, tapped the lino with the toe of her trainer, her head cocked to one side. "Not really. You see, we start out as humans, and we're changed. Even those of us born vampyres -- we don't change until we're adult, until our human development is complete." "So it's more like a virus." Becca said. "Because humans get infected, I mean." Elly hummed thoughtfully. "Not really that either. It's like a new set of instructions. Something that recodes the way we're built. A program that overwrites the basic program of our human bodies." She took the pan off the heat, set it onto a cold ring, turned to face Becca, fixed her with a penetrating gaze. "Another thing you might have heard, in the legends, that is, is that vampyres can exert power over human minds." Becca nodded. "That is sort of true." Elly confirmed. "We can influence human decisions, if we really want to, over certain types of people." Becca said nothing, and wondered for a moment if Elly had exerted some control over her. Elly put the pan back onto the heat. It sizzled, almost drowning out the sound of her voice. "But it's not a conscious thing. It's out of our control, like your heartbeat or your digestive system. It'll start happening for you, and you won't even know it's happening. After a while you'll try really hard to stop it from happening, when you realise that you keep on getting your own way. Hey, grab some plates from that cupboard over there, second on the left." Becca stood, opened the old cupboard, pulled out two plates, shiny and surprisingly clean among the dust on the shelves. "Thanks." Elly said as she ladled the contents of the pan onto the plates. When the plates were loaded she turned off the heat, dumped the wok in the sink, grabbed a pair of mismatched forks from a rattling drawer and carried the plates out into the lobby. There were four more doors leading from the lobby. One was open, revealing an old but clean bathroom. One was half-open to what looked like a bedroom, curtains drawn and clothes on the floor. "Bedroom." Elly said, with a wry smirk. "Time for that later." She narrowed her eyes subtly, then pushed open another door with her toe and motioned Becca to follow. The fourth door was shut. "Don't go in there." Elly said flatly when she saw Becca looking at it. Becca followed into a small lounge, where an old green velvet sofa covered in a faded white drape filled one wall and bookshelves lined the other. An old threadbare carpet seemed several decades out of style, and the room had the same well-used look as the rest of the flat. They ate in silence. Half-way through her meal Becca wondered if Elly might have wanted to talk, but she hadn't eaten much of the meal in the castle because of her nerves, and she was ravenous. It took her almost no time to clear her plate, which she then set on the floor between her feet and looked around idly. There was no television; in fact the only piece of modern hardware in the room was a sound system, perched awkwardly on an old dresser that looked like it would have been more at home in a prefab bungalow three decades previous. "You were hungry?" Elly said, standing, fetching Becca's plate from the floor and placing it on top of her own. Becca nodded. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you still need more food than I do. If you get hungry just tell me, I'll fetch you something." Elly left the room with the plates, returned a moment later with two fresh glasses of milk. She placed one on a little table beside Becca, sipped from the other, then placed it on the old carpet before settling back down into the sofa and stretching, her fingertips idly caressing Becca's shoulder. Becca fought for conversation in the silence, felt her body burn from within as she searched for the courage to ask the question she'd been putting off since she'd woken up. "Will I have to... Drink blood?" She stammered. Elly didn't reply for a moment. She sidled up to Becca, took hold of her hand. "Our bodies can't manufacture red blood cells." She said. "We need to feed regularly -- about once every five days. More, if we lose blood. Cuts heal quickly but we need to top up our reserves. Pig blood doesn't work, nor cow, nor any other animal -- it must be human, and it must be fresh." "I won't kill anyone." Becca said. Elly sighed, clenched her hand gently, reached out to caress her cheek. Becca didn't turn away, felt somewhat soothed by her touch, despite the bitter bile of disgust in her belly at the thought of drinking blood. "We don't kill." Elly continued, shaking her head slowly. "We have an arrangement here. A friend of mine arranges people for us. Volunteers." "Volunteers?" "Some people consider it a highly erotic experience. They yearn for it. I don't think they know what it's really about; they're blindfolded throughout. We take their blood, drink our fill, then bandage them up and send them on their way." Becca looked at the floor. "I won't do it." She said. "You will." Elly replied. She squeezed Becca's hand. "I'm sorry, but you will. When you're ready, you'll feed. I fed yesterday, on you, so I don't need to feed for a few days, but you'll feed tomorrow, whether you feel ready or not, so I'll feed with you. Trust me, it'll help, having someone there with you." Becca sighed, stared at the old carpet. She pulled her hand from Elly's grasp, folded it into her other and let out another long sigh. "It was a cruel thing, what I did to you." Elly soothed, touching her thigh delicately. "I don't deny that. To be taken away and changed like that. You just seemed so sad, I wanted to help you." "I seemed sad?" "Yes. At that party." Elly said, then paused, before adding: "And before." "Before?" Becca turned her eyes from the floor, stared narrowly at Elly. "You were watching me?" "I saw you one night, about three weeks ago, walking along Queen's Square, from Gay Street. It was late, you were alone. You'd had an argument, I think. You looked like you wanted to cry, but you were too stubborn to let it out." Becca looked away from Elly once more and nodded slowly, drew her folded arms up tighter into her chest. She kept her lips pursed, stared at a point of flaking paint on the skirting board opposite. She wasn't sure what to make of it all, but she was suddenly angry. She'd been stripped naked and violated, albeit very sweetly, by this mysterious and aloof vampyre girl, and she'd alternated between liking and hating her in equal measures. She was used to her moods changing without reason and had lived with it all her life, but she'd never felt ambivalence quite like this. "Your hair was brown then, wasn't it?" Elly continued, her voice soft and breathy. "I guessed you were looking for a taxi, although you didn't seem to be looking too hard. I wondered what kind of friends would let a girl wander off alone after midnight. Some people walked the other way; they looked at you, but I don't think you saw them. I saw in their eyes what they thought of you: just another miserable emo girl, all dark eyeshadow and purple lipstick and eyes full of tears, but I saw beyond that." Becca remembered. She'd been clubbing, and she'd got into an argument with her friends. They'd laughed at her over something, but she couldn't remember what. She'd been feeling sad, and hadn't really wanted to go out, but her desire to not go out hadn't been as strong as her desire to not stay at home, so she'd let herself be dragged along on the double-decker for a night of overpriced sticky cocktails and watching other people have fun in the dark oppressive basement that was all that passed for a nightclub in Bath. She'd stormed out after the argument, and they hadn't tried to stop her. Elly sidled up the sofa until their hips touched, and Becca felt the warmth of Elly's flank against her side. "I saw a beautiful young girl." Elly whispered into Becca's ear. "I saw a beautiful face and a beautiful body, and inside, I saw the bud of a beautiful mind that just needed the space to flower." Elly took a long breath. "I followed you, to make sure you came to no harm. You might not have been looking hard for a taxi, but you found one eventually, and there I should have left you alone. I should have walked away. But I didn't. I tracked the taxi along the roads, out into the countryside, to an old cottage, and I saw you let yourself in." "I want to go back there now." Becca said. She remembered that taxi ride, she remembered fighting back the tears all the way home -- tears that had ceased to be of anger and became of bitterness, that her friends had let her go off alone and not even taken the time to come after her. She remembered paying the taxi driver and running up to her room, smudging off her make-up in the mirror while she cried into her cotton wool balls. "I can take you there, but it would do no good." Elly said. "You can't go back." "I want to know if my parents are missing me." "You know they are! They're your parents." Becca felt like arguing, but thought better of it. Somewhere inside she knew they would be missing her. It had been... How long? She wasn't sure. A day? Two at most? They must have been worried when they'd got home to find the house empty. "I couldn't help but feel bad for you." Elly carried on, breathily. "Poor, sweet, misunderstood girl." She reached out, put her arm around Becca's neck, cupped her shoulder delicately. "I couldn't get you out of my mind. I came back a few days later, perched up on a chimney opposite. It was late, but you were up reading something on your computer. You'd left your curtains open, and I could see right in." With her finger she began to draw delicate circles on Becca's shoulder, circles that set her skin tingling. Another hand slid gently across her belly and caressed her with all the softness of a warm sponge. "I don't know what you were reading, but you liked it." Elly whispered. "I watched as you slipped off your shirt and untied your bra. It was all I could do to stay still as I saw your sweet boobs exposed to the room. It had been so long since I'd looked on a body like that." Becca swallowed tightly, her throat clamped up like a vice. Elly had watched her! She felt her cheeks burn, her chest become sticky hot, she felt the flush of sweat forming under her arms. She often left the curtains open while she played with herself, secretly enjoying the thrill that somebody might be watching, but it had always been just a fantasy -- it wasn't supposed to actually happen! "I watched as you stroked your nipples, made them hard. I watched as you pushed your chair back, raised your hips so you could slip down your jeans. I knew, at that moment, as you were naked and writhing on the chair, that I just had to have you." Elly's hand became firmer, moving back and forth with purpose on Becca's belly. The heat in Becca's chest seemed to be expanding, encompassing her entire body. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too tight. Perhaps it wasn't just horrified embarrassment. She shifted on the seat, uncrossed her arms, shifted Elly's hand out of the way to push her fingers into her thighs, made a show of stretching her back, but it did nothing to ease the growing ache between her legs. She could feel her sex beginning to throb. She took a deep breath, forced it out of pursed lips, blinked a few times to clear her head, but nothing worked. She had to have it. "Again?" Elly whispered. Becca nodded spasmodically. "Don't fight it." Elly continued, slowly lowering her hand towards the waistband of Becca's jeans. Her fingers deftly grasped the denim around the buttons and twisted it free, one button after another, slowly peeling back the corners to reveal white cotton panties. "I saw you do this." Elly whispered into Becca's ear, nipping her lobe delicately with her teeth as her fingers slipped under the elastic waistband and across her short curls. Becca gave a gasp as Elly's fingers brushed over her pulsing clit. "Oh, you like that?" "Yeah..." Becca squeaked, as Elly slid her fingers across her clit once more, and then again, and again. Her fingers finally found their place, either side of her clit, gripping together softly, and began to move around in slow circles. Becca rolled her hips in time, following Elly's hand in the hope that it would increase the pressure transmitted into her sex. She didn't want to wait for it, she didn't want a long, pleasurable masturbation or a special bonding experience with Elly; she just wanted to come. She just wanted to get rid of the crippling pressure in her hips. "Please..." She mewed, horrified at the pathetic sound of her voice but unable to resist any longer. "Please, just make me come..." "Hon, it's alright, don't fight it." Elly hissed into her ear. Her slow circles stopped for a moment as she lifted herself onto her knees on the sofa, facing Becca, one hand still buried under the waistband of her panties and the other around her neck, stroking her skin under her purple hair. Her face hung above Becca's, looking down at her. "Elly, please!" Becca squeaked. "I don't like it, it's too much!" "Easy, hon, it'll soon be over." "Elly!" "You want it faster?" Becca tried to nod, her muscles frozen with need. "Please!" She tried to say, but the word was whipped from her mouth as Elly's fingers increased their pace. "And faster?" Elly said, speeding up her circles once more. "And faster?" "Yeah..." Becca groaned. "That's it!" "Hold me." Elly whispered, and Becca needed no further invitation. She reached out to her side, placed a hand on each of Elly's shoulders, held her tight as Elly's fingers began to turn faster and faster and faster around her throbbing clit. She felt her orgasm growing with each rapid heartbeat, swelling inside her like a bubble from beneath a volcanic spring, racing towards the surface where it would erupt in a shower of hot spray. Becca felt her sex squeeze its flowing heat out of her melting body and into the cotton of her panties as she came, grinding herself into Elly's firm hand. Her eyes clenched shut, her fingers dug into Elly's bare arms, her face pressed into her neck to stifle her cries as her sex continued to spasm, contraction after contraction, making her legs open and close as she soaked her panties with her heat. Pain and relief combined in her body and swept over her in waves as her spasms became irregular and diminished to a distant background throb. Her hips and clit and pussy ached, and although she felt relieved to be free of the sticky heat in her chest and hips, she still felt awkward and stiff inside. "Are you OK?" Elly asked, as Becca twisted on the sofa. "I'm aching." She replied. "I don't usually come so often, it feels like I've pulled all the muscles inside me." "It's alright." Elly soothed, stroking her hair delicately. "The pain will go soon enough." "Will this keep happening? Because every time it gets worse." "For a few more days, yes." Elly said. "But it will get better, in time." "It's going to get worse." "Some things get worse before they get better." Becca stared at the floor. "Maybe it'll help if you move around a bit. Let's go out for a walk." "What, outside? But it's midnight!" "Almost." Elly smiled. "It's our time. Daylight is for humans. We walk the night. Come on, I want you to meet someone." The autumn air was bitterly cold and stung at Becca's face as they stepped out of the terrace and onto the flagstone pavement. Dead leaves littered the path and made it slippery, and she picked her footsteps carefully, trotting to keep up with Elly who marched on with confidence, head high and proud, seemingly unaware of the danger of losing her footing on the rotting vegetation underfoot. Her purple wings were wrapped tightly around her shoulders like a leather jacket, shielding her skin from the cold; Becca had no such shield, only her coat with its fluffy artificial fur round the hood, which kept out the worst of the cold but couldn't keep her face or legs warm.