1 comments/ 10136 views/ 3 favorites Teachings in Blood By: deCarabas_hj I'm not just a librarian, I'm also a vampire LARPer. I know, I know, but at least I'm not into UNIX, OK? This story involves two characters from my current campaign, and credit where credit is due. My friend Hanna suggested I should do a story about her character, Lee de Forest, and she has written the character background and made many suggestions about how I should handle the character in the story. Some very minor changes have been made to ensure the story will be admitted to Literotica. She has also read and commented the story several times. Thanks, Hanna! The other character, Andy Black, from whose POV the story is told is of course my own. And no, in-game events did not transpire as described. At least, not yet... ************** It was the sound of the underworld: intermittent dripping, scraping noises from rats and other creatures, the clang of a grate closing in the distance or the rattle from an underground train, all underscored by a deep rumble of uncertain origin. Andy walked towards the heavy steel door at the other end of the corridor, three crates of beer in his hands. As he nudged the door open he could feel, more than hear, the heavy thump from the dance floor one level up. These were the last crates to be brought in from the delivery truck, and his shift in the supply rooms were almost up. He put the crates down with the others, waved to Reggie and went back to change out of the work clothes. He had lost track of how many of these underground parties he had helped organize, he had been doing it even before he moved to this city. Sometimes they were illegal rock clubs, sometimes they were "fund raisers" for some cause or other, usually on the far side of the law, and sometimes, like tonight, they were rave parties. Privately he preferred rock music, but there was something to be said for the rhythmic electronic rumble of the raves, as well. It was after a gig like this, just over a year ago, that the thing had happened, the thing that changed his life forever. Or ended it, however you wanted to see it. He had just packed up after working the door at an underground rock club, and was on his way home when he became aware that somebody was following him. This wasn't the first time, especially when he had been working the door as opposed to the bar or the floor. He had assumed that it was one of the punters he had ejected that evening who had come around for some payback. He had slipped into an alley, pulled out his telescopic baton and waited. But when the attack came, it came from behind, a heavy blow to the back of the head and then darkness. He had woken up in a state of panic, in complete blackness and with dirt filling his eyes, nose and mouth. All he could hear was the grating of his own frantic movements. At first, he was completely unable to move, but as the panic started to rise it was drowned by another feeling: Rage. Somebody had attacked him, knocked him out and attempted to bury him alive? This had filled him with a fury he had never felt before in his life, and what seemed like only moments later he had burst through the soil and stormed off in a red cloud of rage. When he had regained his senses some time later, he found himself kneeling on the ground next to the torn and bloodied corpse of a nigh watchman, his hands and face covered in blood. At first, he had been shocked to discover that the source of the blood on his face was a deep gash in the night watchman's throat, but then the need for secrecy took over. He had dragged the corpse back to where he had burst through the soil, in what appeared to be a construction site, and dropped it into the hole he himself had emerged from. He had cleaned himself off as best he could in a nearby tub of water, and went home. It had taken him several months to adjust to his new condition; his inability to go out during the day was not so much of a problem, he usually went out at night anyway. It was the feeding that bothered him. He could no longer eat ordinary food, but found that he required human blood more or less regularly or he would grow weak and irritable. At one time, he nearly lost control and assaulted a couple of guys who were fighting outside a club, just because the smell of a nosebleed made him ravenous. He found some advantages as well, however: He found that he was a lot stronger and faster than before, and after a while he figured out that if he concentrated just right he could defuse a fight before it even broke out, just by talking to the involved people in a calm voice, suggesting some peaceful solution. He had been quite good at talking down males rearing for a fight before, but this new trick worked almost every time, regardless of how drunk or drugged-up the people were. He could only assume that it was one of the perks with his "condition". He had watched enough vampire movies to be able to figure out most of the do-s and don't-s, but he quickly understood that a lot of the stuff in the movies was bunk. For instance, he had no control whatsoever over rats or other animals, he couldn't turn into mist or a bat or anything else for that matter... and religious symbols were just as meaningless to him now as before. The summer came, and made his life difficult as the sun set later and later every evening. He had found out the hard way that sunlight burned him like fire, and he had had to sunproof his small flat with plastic bags, gaffer tape and spray-paint to be able to continue using it. That didn't matter much, since it was in a building marked for demolition, but it made people a bit suspicious when they came to visit. Then, by the end of July, he was approached by a group of people, who turned out to be others like him, other vampires. At first he got scared of them, since his first meeting with his own kind had ended in him getting smashed across the head and buried at a construction site, but after a while he realized that these were probably not the same ones that had turned him the year before, but a completely different set. They offered to teach him things, and protect him if he needed it, if he would join them. So, he did. Now, a few months later, he was meeting with his new friends regularly, and working nights with his old friends whenever there were people wanting to dance or drink the night away without the eye of the authorities watching them too closely. He had learned to spot the ones who could supply him with a little blood without missing it, and to take enough to sustain him but not enough to get the donor in trouble. He had also learned how to spot other bloodsuckers, even those he didn't know, and he spent his nights looking out for careless feeders who by sheer incompetence could expose their existence, a carefully hidden secret, to the living. This night, he was a little excited. He was hoping to find one of his new friends, Lee, in the crowd upstairs. She looked like she was no older than eighteen, but she was in fact quite a few years older than him, in vampire terms at least. She had come from Greece a couple of months earlier, because her mentor had decided it was time she saw the world. Andy was still getting to know her, but he knew that she was originally from London and had moved with her mentor to Greece after she was made into a vampire. He was a little unsure about her, because sometimes she acted very mature and assertive, and sometimes, in some situations, she became almost childlike. The first time they had seen each other had been on a rave like this one. He had been working the floor, moving around among the dancing crowd picking up beer mugs, bottles and, now and then, party-goers who had collapsed on the floor or at tables. One of the side rooms had been used as a "make-out corner", with dimmed lights, curtains on the walls and old mattresses thrown on the floor. This room was especially important to keep free of broken glass. In the middle of his shift, he stepped in to clear out mugs and bottles, and immediately smelled blood in the air. In a matter of moments he identified the source: a knot of three people writhing in the far corner. Two of them were clearly mortal, but the third was just as clearly not. She was dressed much like all the other ravers in the warehouse, in extremely baggy black pants and a tight-fitting black top with a swirly print, but unlike the others she had her teeth buried in the throat of another girl, who appeared to be thoroughly enjoying herself. The other participant was a boy of indeterminate age, who seemed completely absorbed with fondling the mortal girl's breasts through her top. Andy had never seen the female vampire before, but was worried that she would drink her donor a little too deep. They didn't need that kind of attention. He inconspicuously made some noise with the crate he carried around to put empty bottles in, and the vampire looked up at him, her reddish hair falling across her face. Their eyes met, and she neatly licked the twin punctures closed. Andy winked at her, and went about his business. Later, he found out that she was older than him and knew very well how not to kill her donor, as well as a few other things that he hadn't learned yet. They had realized that they were both into underground parties, albeit from different angles, and had started a tenuous friendship. As it turned out, she was born as a mortal a few years after Andy, but as a vampire a few years before, and she had apparently had a rather unusual upbringing. She hadn't revealed many details about it to Andy, but sometimes he got the feeling that she had spent a lot of time on the street. She had also worked at a zoo or maybe a veterinarian, but she was reluctant to talk about how she got from there to Greece, or how she became a vampire. Andy pulled off the grimy sweater and workmen's pants, put on some deodorant (he didn't really sweat anymore, but the work clothes weren't very clean and he wanted to feel a bit fresh) and got into his selected outfit for the night. He was going to wear a black semi-transparent sleeveless T-shirt, a black kilt that reached his knees and knee-high leather boots with buckles. After being filled with dancing people for a few hours, the warehouse was getting very warm and it would look suspicious if he wore too much clothes. He stuffed a pair of black rubber gloves in one of the pockets on the kilt and went up the stairs to the main dance floor. The music was deafening compared to the relative silence of the backstage area, as it would be to anyone, vampire or mortal, but his acute senses were also assaulted by the heady scent of hundreds of steaming bodies cavorting madly around him. The smell of... food. He felt his sharp canine teeth stir in his mouth and start to extend, but with an effort of will he forced them to retract. Experience had taught him to hunt and feed before work, to avoid the temptation to drain some unfortunate party-goer completely in a hallway. Even after a year he still felt unnerved by this sensation, by the fact that the people around him, who thought he was one of them, were now in fact his prey, and he was the hunter. Andy went over to the nearest bar, nodded to Steve who was serving drinks, picked up an empty crate and started his rounds. His job for the next hour consisted of picking up empty bottles from the floor and any other surface, and sweeping up broken glass to keep people from hurting themselves. He moved through the crowd with a grace he hadn't possessed before, dodging between the dancing bodies despite the crate clutched in his left hand. As he watched the dancers in the gloom, intersected by the sharp strobe light, he became aware of the differences separating him from them. They were here to satisfy one set of urges, he to satisfy a completely different set. The yawning gulf of alienation grew wider, until he shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. Instead he tried to focus on the music and the rhythm of stamping feet and bouncing bodies, and managed to push the feelings away, at least for a while. Then he became aware of the looks he was getting, looks of appreciation from members of the crowd. While he knew that he was reasonably handsome he had found that it had become easier to attract this kind of attention since his "rebirth", and it hadn't taken long for him to figure out the use he could put it to. To his dismay, he had found that while his powers of attraction had increased, his desire for anything but blood had all but disappeared. He still remembered what arousal felt like, and that helped him pretend, but the mortal flesh held no appeal to him now other than as a vessel for the Blood. The hour of his shift ended, and he deposited the last crate of empty bottles at the bar. The rest of the night was his own to dispose as he saw fit. The chore of pulling plugs and hauling boxes of equipment belonged to someone else this time. He had seen a couple of his bloodsucker friends in the warehouse, but he still hadn't seen Lee so he went to look around again. He had expected to see her here tonight, but it was of course possible that she hadn't been able to give Sebastian, her new mentor, the slip. He was a pleasant, older man, slightly quirky and extremely religious, but Lee loved him like the father she never had, it seemed. A woman in tight-fitting, brightly UV-reactive clothes and a set of magnificently long dreadlocks nudged up against him as he tried to pass her, smiled and put her arms on his shoulders. He smiled back, put his hands on her hips and moved in step with her for a few moments before breaking contact and moving away with a wink. As long as he didn't have to talk to anyone he felt rather confident, and besides it never hurt to fan the sparks of attraction now and then. She might make a useful donor some time. Another dancer who Andy vaguely recognized, a young man this time, caught his eye and earned himself a quick hug. Andy now remembered feeding from the kid a month earlier while giving him a hand job. A shouted greeting in his ear, and Andy moved away again. At last, as he entered one of the smaller rooms in the back of the warehouse, Andy spotted Lee just as a bright red spotlight illuminated her and separated her from the rest of the crowd. He felt his insides stir in anticipation, and stopped short just inside the door to watch. She was dancing wildly in a small gaggle of others, all of them dancing around her as if trying to display themselves to her. He recognized one or two as more or less regular dance partners, but this time it looked like none of them were succeeding in getting her attention. She wore her usual enormous baggy pants and a slim top with a Chakra glyph that glowed red in the UV light. Her red hair was augmented by red plastic tubes, also UV-reactive, creating a bouncing halo around her. Andy stood still for a few minutes, just admiring the scenery. He had always enjoyed being in a dancing crowd, gliding between the thrashing bodies, but he had never quite felt comfortable with dancing himself. As he watched Lee's catlike grace it was perfectly clear to him why the young people around her were preening so, next to offering themselves to her. He probably would have done the same, had he been mortal still. He was a little puzzled by the fact that Lee seldom, or never for as far as he knew, used sex to hunt. They both moved in the underground party culture, and they both looked good enough that sex was easily available, something Andy had taken advantage of already before he was made into a vampire. Afterwards, when he discovered that his sex drive was nothing more than a reflex or an echo, he still used it to gain access to blood. The first time he had seen Lee, she had been involved in a three-way makeout session, and this was apparently as far as she was willing to go. Andy agreed that this was sometimes easier and quicker than going all the way, but while he had understood that the sensation of being fed upon carried its own kind of ecstasy to the mortals, actually getting that far was a lot easier if the donor was already preoccupied. And besides, he still had all the necessary nerve endings, and with the proper concentration he could still achieve something like an orgasm, which was a bonus if nothing else. Whenever he asked her why she avoided such an effective hunting technique she would hesitate or change the subject. The sound from the massive speakers was nearly beyond hearing by now; it could rather be felt as a pounding vibration throughout the body. Andy put on his most arrogant attitude and walked right into the small knot of mortals surrounding the red-headed vampire girl. He planted himself immediately in front of her, and for a moment he was the only thing in the room not moving. She then opened her eyes, made an "O" face, and threw herself at him in a fierce hug that he answered just as fiercely, smiling broadly. "Andy!" she shouted over the music. "I was afraid I'd missed you tonight!" "What, you thought I wouldn't come looking?" he shouted back. "Think again, love! So, you finally managed to sneak away from old Sebastian?" She gave him a mock-bashful look, nodded and then winked. He laughed, and as she resumed dancing he tried to follow as best he could, drawing jealous looks from her human admirers. The next couple of hours they lost in the sea of bodies, in the storm of sound. ******* They were walking through an underground parking garage, heading for Andy's battered old car. Lee had put on a long coat in black with red piping, and Andy was still in his kilt, having only pulled on his leather jacket on top of his thin shirt. He carried his work clothes in a duffle bag. Although he knew the sky was still black outside, he could feel dawn coming, and was anxious to get home. "So, are you getting picked up or do I give you a ride?" He asked Lee. "Uh, no, I'm not getting picked up, and..." She hesitated. "Look, do you have a spare room or something? Sebastian and I had a bit of a row before I came here, and I don't feel like going back there tonight. I texted him and said I'd be back tomorrow evening, and by the time he figures out how to check his mobile phone it will be dawn." "A row? Huh... Well no, I don't have any spare room exactly, but the bedroom is secure and so is the bathroom, you can have whichever you want." She lit up immediately. "Great! It'll be fun to see how you live, anyway!" "Uh, yeah... about that... I'm afraid the place isn't very tidy..." She just laughed and ran ahead to the car. ******* Andy unlocked the door to his small flat, and motioned for Lee to step inside. He had expected her to frown at the flaking paint and rat turds in the staircase, but she had hardly glanced at it. She just stepped over the stinking garbage bags as if it was completely natural to her. While his flat was in no way neat it was certainly much cleaner than the staircase, not that that was particularly difficult to achieve. Andy watched Lee walk with a catlike gait into the small room that served as living room and kitchen. That room wasn't sunproofed, and they could see a slight pink glow appear along the eastern horizon. Andy could feel the heavy drowsiness that heralded the approach of dawn as surely as any glow in the sky, and Lee was also moving sluggishly. Still, she walked over to the window and looked out over the sodium-lit motorway a few blocks away. The room itself was almost barren, despite its small size. The only furniture was a scratched fake leather sofa, an unmatched table and a low bench with a small TV set and a portable CD player. The corners were strewn with old newspapers and a little laundry, and the windowsill was decorated with the corpses of a few flies. "I'd advice against sleeping on the sofa," Andy said. "That leaves the bed or the bathtub. They're both... reasonably clean. Actually, why don't I take the bathroom, the bed is a bit more comfortable after all." Teachings in Blood "Don't be silly, I won't drive you out of your own bed. Or, is it too small for two?" "Well, it is a double, actually. The previous... tenant left it here. But, are you sure?" "Don't worry, love. I'm sure you will be a perfect gentleman." "Well, right this way then, my lady," Andy replied with a bow and a flourish. In the bedroom Lee dropped her coat and backpack on the only chair, and while Andy dug up a spare blanket and pillow from the closet she sat on the bed to untie her sneakers. Then she unceremoniously pulled off her trousers and was suddenly standing before him in only the tight top and a pair of black panties. Andy blinked in surprise, and started, a bit self-consciously, to pull off his own clothes. Lee watched him as she adjusted the scrunchies securing her pigtails to a more comfortable position, and when he dropped the kilt she smiled slightly but remained silent. She lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket up to her waist while Andy checked the sunproofing on the window, and was almost asleep when he slipped down on the other side of the bed. "Good morning then, kitten," he said as he stroked her hair just once, and then he too lay down and let the daysleep carry him away. ******* Andy woke up slowly, lying flat on his back in the bed. He felt the lethargy leaking out of his body, and sensations returned to his numb limbs like water soaking into a sponge. Or like blood soaking into a living room carpet. He sensed movement beside him in the bed, and was at first startled and alarmed, but then he remembered that he had company. He slowly turned around and got up on one elbow. Lee was curled up in a fetal position, almost like a sleeping cat. She had gone to sleep lying flat, and he could see her stirring slightly, so she must be waking up as well. He reached out and softly pulled her hair away from her face, and she twitched a little. Andy slid himself up to sit with his back to the headboard of the bed and continued to watch her for a few minutes. To actually wake up next to someone was unusual for him, it had happened rarely even before his change. After the change, staying with someone until dawn was of course completely out of the question. Lees top had slid up a bit to reveal her lower back, and Andy could see the dark blotches where blood had pooled inside the skin during the night. He knew he had them himself, it was a reminder that the blood no longer circulated on its own. They would go away when he started moving around, of course, but he still hadn't gotten used to them. He reached out and touched her skin where the blotches were. It felt smooth, and slightly waxy. Around the dark marks, the skin was nearly perfectly white. Suddenly, with lightning speed, Lee twisted around and grabbed his hand. A snarl distorted her face, and she raised the other hand to slash at him. Andy knew that his best bet right then was to remain still and let her wake up properly. If he resisted, she would treat him as a threat and defend herself. He kept himself very still, and slowly the haze faded from her eyes and she relaxed. "Andy? Good night... what happened?" "I'm sorry, Lee. I was just looking at your gravity blotches when you woke up, I guess I startled you. Shouldn't have done that." "Gravity blotches?" Andy pointed at her calves, where she would be able to see for her self. "Oh, gross! I've always hated those! They're on my back as well?" "Whatever part of you that's been facing down. Don't worry, they'll go away after a while, or you can rub the tissue with your hand to force the blood away, like this." He demonstrated on her calf. "I do that sometimes, I'm just never able to reach the ones on my back and shoulders." "Oh well," she smiled mischievously, "if you'll do me, I'll do you". She quickly sat up with her back towards him, and pulled off her top. She then lay down on her stomach and motioned for him to begin. Andy hesitated for a moment, and then placed his hands on her shoulders. There were large blackish marks around her shoulder blades, but the very spots where they had touched the bed were completely white. The pressure had closed the capillaries and prevented the formation of bruises. He started rubbing her smooth skin, gently at first but slowly applying a little more force. The bruises faded away under his fingers. Lee sighed and turned her head to one side. "That feels really good, you know." "Well, I was aiming for 'not uncomfortable', and if I reached 'good', I'm happy," he replied with a smile. As he moved further down her back he had to shift position, and ended up straddling her legs. When he reached her buttocks, he realized that if something like this had happened a year ago he would have had an erection the size of a small country by now, but there was not even a whisper of arousal from his groin. Lee was very beautiful, and he knew that he would have had a hard time keeping himself from simply pulling off her plain black thong if he had still been mortal. He said nothing, just kept up the massage. When he had finished, he lay back down next to her, patted her back and smiled. "Your turn, love." She got up, covering her breast with her arm, and Andy rolled over on his stomach. She immediately straddled his hips. "I see what you mean about the blotches fading on their own, but they're still very visible on you. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" She wiggled her hips playfully on top of his bottom, and started rubbing his shoulders gently. As she rubbed, Andy felt himself relaxing from tensions he hadn't known he was holding. He suddenly realized that this was the first time since the change that anybody had touched him like this. Sure, he had been "intimate" with others, but that was only with humans who he intended to feed on, and he was usually the one doing the touching, the one in control. This was not something done for gain, it was just something between two friends, and it was a rare thing for him these days. As Lee moved down and started rubbing his buttocks, she giggled a little. "A few years ago, I would probably have killed for an opportunity like this," she said. "You're not the only one," he said into the pillow. "To get a massage from a steaming hot lady like you? I'd have wrestled a tiger for that!" Lee's hands froze on his bottom for a moment, and then continued. When she rose to move down to his legs, he flipped himself over with blistering speed onto his back, to look her in the eyes. She started to pull her arms back, but he caught her wrists and restrained her, still straddling him. She struggled briefly, but he kept her in his grip and did that mind trick he used to calm down fighters in a brawl, until she relaxed a little. He then let go of her wrists and instead placed his hands gently on her thighs. "Relax, Lee. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already, and you know I'm not like that." When he had released her hands, she had wrapped her arms around her, covering her breasts. Now she sat slightly hunched and looked down, not meeting his eyes. Andy knew that by staying on his back, allowing her to keep straddling him, he presented himself as less of a threat even though they both knew he was physically stronger. He deliberately didn't grip her, just rested his hands on her legs. "Look, I know we've talked about this before. You're hot, you know it, and I don't understand why you won't use that tool to the fullest. I get the feeling there's something else going on, that you're not telling me. I'm your friend here, OK? If there's something bothering you, I'd like to know about it, otherwise I'll just keep saying and doing things by mistake that'll hurt you. And I don't want to hurt you." Lee was shivering now, he could feel it. She slid off him to sit cross-legged on the bed, and he sat up to put the blanket over her shoulders. Not that the cold bothered either of them anymore, but he wanted her to feel comfortable. He then lay back down next to her, and patted her knee. She took a couple of deep breaths, and started talking in a voice that shook with emotion. "It's just... it's just that I'm so scared. You know, of... loosing control. I'm afraid I'll... let the Beast out, you know." "Why would that happen? Unless you're in danger, or wait until you're starving before feeding, staying in control shouldn't be a problem. It's never been for me. Has someone told you that is what happens?" "No, but... I don't know how to do it anyway." "How to do it? You do it just like when you were mortal, you just need to concentrate a little since it's no longer a reflex... uh, you have done it before, right?" Lee hesitated. "Well... look, this is difficult for me, but I'll have to tell you from the beginning, or you won't understand. Have I told you I was only nineteen when I was turned?" "No, you hadn't." "Well, I was. I guess you could say my childhood was... well, I'll tell you more another time, but I was living on the street by the time I was 10. I was just like any other street kid, really... or, there was this thing with the animals. You know I love animals, right?" "I had noticed." Andy had indeed. Lee was constantly attracting all sorts of animals; stray cats and dogs, birds and even rats. This wouldn't have been a problem if the animals had liked Andy as well as Lee, but this was not the case. In fact, most animals seemed to hate the very sight of him, and he had heard from other vampires that it was like that for most of them. "Okay. Well, because of that, I got in touch with this guy called Antonio, or Tony, who got me a job at a zoo. That got me off the street as well, you know. I stayed with Tony for a few years, and we got involved... or I suppose I got involved." She suddenly sounded bitter. "I guess he just thought I was annoying, but he was the only one who had done anything nice for me in... well, ever, really. His 'kindness' made me love him, and when he rejected me I just tried harder. I suppose, on some level, I felt that I owed him... Anyway, I just kept throwing myself at him, until one night... my glass became half empty, and I became a woman." Venom was practically dripping from her voice, she was staring at the wall with a hate-filled look on her face and Andy could hear the fabric tearing in the corner of the blanket she was wringing between her hands. "Until then I hadn't believed in vampires or anything else supernatural, and afterwards I didn't even care: I believed that he loved me like I loved him. It didn't matter that I could barely walk for a couple of days, or that it took a couple of weeks for some of the wounds to heal." Andy winced at this, but Lee didn't seem to notice. "I practically worshipped the ground he walked on, so he walked right over me as well. I can hardly believe the things I did, the ways I humiliated myself just to get his attention." By now she was shredding the blanket between her fingers. "A few months later I turned nineteen. Since that first time, Tony had barely touched me, much less come to bed with me, but that night he was all different. I'd almost say he was acting like he was drunk or high or something. That nigh it was he who threw himself at me, saying I was the love of his life, that he would love me forever... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Yeah, right. He turned me that night. He fell on me like a mad wolf, biting, tearing and thrusting, draining me and filling me at the same time. At last, when I felt my life slipping away, he bit into his wrist and let me taste. The blood trickling down my throat was searing, freezing, it was... god, I can't even describe it. My body changed in ways nobody was ever supposed to experience." The torn blanket, now nearly forgotten, had started slipping down her back, revealing her alabaster shoulders. Her long, red pigtails hung down in front, disappearing in the dark beneath the part of the blanket still staying up, obscuring her breasts which she no longer remembered to cover up. Lee was staring up towards the stained ceiling with unseeing eyes, and as she sighed Andy could just make out her sharp fangs sliding back into their little recesses. "As we both slipped into daysleep, my first, I was so happy. He loved me, really, he had said so. My best birthday ever. As we woke up, and he realized what had happened, he became furious. I thought he was going to rip me limb from limb, and he shredded every piece of furniture in the room. I fled before he could finish me off. The last thing I heard was him screaming that he would kill me if he ever saw me again." Her eyes were now rimmed with red, as she struggled to hold back the blood tears. "The next night I was picked up by Vladimir, who became my first mentor, and I've told you the rest before. Now, do you see why I won't have sex with the mortals? I could never inflict that sort of thing on another person, even if it is to feed. I'd rather just hunt them properly and fight them for their blood. I can't understand how you can do it either; you always seem like a nice guy." Andy had been gritting his teeth and trembling with the effort of suppressing his rage during the last part of Lee's tale, but this last remark startled him. "What? You don't think all sex is like that, do you?" Andy quickly got to his feet. "Well..." "Just because some fucking wanker who didn't deserve to have balls in the first place treated you worse than shit it doesn't mean it always has to be like that!" He began pacing in front of the bed. "If that's your only experience I can see why you're so afraid. Dammit, this kind of shit really pisses me off! Fucking 'men' who have no respect, no decency, and no idea of the consequences of their actions! What a waste of skin! I'd like to run him over with a really big truck! I want to rip his head from his shoulders and cram it up..." Andy suddenly realized he was standing over Lee, who was cowering before him on the bed, her eyes big with fear. He was seeing her through a red haze, he could feel his fangs fully extended, and he had gripped the metal pipe that made up part of the bed frame so hard that it had crumpled in his fist. "Oh shit! Shit... I'm sorry, Lee!" He let go of the bed, and got down on his knees. The red haze dissipated almost instantly. "I didn't mean to go off like that. I just got so angry with this Tony, what he did was... unforgivable. I was never going to hurt you, I swear. I never would, you're my friend." He reached out his hand to her, careful to move slowly and not startle her. Slowly, she sat up and grasped his hand. "I... I know, Andy, but you see what I mean now, don't you?" "I do, but you are wrong, Lee. Not all sex is like that. What Tony did to you, it wasn't lovemaking, it was... more like rape, I'd say. Most people don't act like that. I don't either. I'm so sorry that had to be your first experience. Even stiffs like us don't have to behave like that, unless we want to." Lee stared incredulously at him. He got up from the floor, sat down on the bed and gently put his arm around her shoulders. After a moment, she slid her arms around him and pressed herself against his cold, unmoving chest. He wrapped her in his embrace, and held her fast. None of them spoke for several minutes, until she whispered uncertainly: "Show me." "Uh, what? I... don't really think this is a good time..." "Don't you want me?" She looked up into his eyes. "It's not that, it's... Well, actually, I don't want anyone like that; it goes away after you're turned. Haven't you noticed?" "Well... I just thought it was because of... you know..." "Oh, no. It's just, well, we still have all the equipment and everything, it's just the desire to use it that goes away. I only use it as a hunting technique. I'll admit that it's a lot more fun than smacking somebody upside the head, most of the time." She laughed shakily, but sobered up immediately. "You said you were sorry that I had such a bad experience. Won't you help me get a better one?" "Well, yeah, but... are you really sure?" In answer to his question, she reached up and kissed him. Her lips and mouth were completely dry, like his, and soft. He answered the kiss, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. When kissing mortals, he had long since learned to wet his mouth with whatever he was pretending to drink that night, to avoid complaints about his mouth being this dry. He had in fact never kissed another vampire, and the sensation was very unusual. There was no saliva lubricating the lips and tongues, and he could feel them rasping slightly. It felt... peculiar. And pleasant. "I like you, Andy, and you're one of the few people I trust. If anybody's going to help me get over what Tony did to me, it's probably you." "Okay. Okay, love, I'll do it. But be sure to tell me if anything gets uncomfortable, all right?" They kissed again, and Andy slowly pulled the blanket off her. As she lay down on her back and stretched out before him, Andy gazed at her lithe body with appreciation. Her skin was a pearly white all over, and her breasts were small and firm. He now noticed that both nipples were pierced, with small steel rings stuck horizontally through them. The only time she hadn't covered them up before him, he realized, he had been busy keeping her from hitting him. The nipples and areolas were a dusty pink, and he guessed that they had been a darker red when she was alive. He let a finger trace her lower ribs and travel down across her flat stomach. He let it linger on her hip bone, and caressed her thigh which rested on top of his folded legs. Lee's dark eyes were fixed on his face as he placed both hands on her shoulders, and gently moved them down to caress her breast. "Can you feel it? Concentrate on the sensation, focus on my hands," he said as he slowly started fondling her breast a little more firmly. When he stroked her nipples, she closed her eyes and drew a short breath. "That's it, concentrate." Andy continued to gently squeeze and caress Lee's breasts for a few minutes, and then leaned down and carefully took one nipple into his mouth. As he sucked it gently, and pulled at the ring with the tip of his tongue, she sighed, and when he gave it a quick bite she moaned aloud. He smiled around the nipple, and continued sucking. His tongue rasped against the uneven skin, and that gave him an idea. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!" he said and lifted Lee's legs off him. She opened her eyes in surprise, but he just winked and walked out to the kitchenette. He filled a glass with water and brought it back into the bedroom. She gave him a puzzled look as he sat down next to her again, but he just took the smallest sip of water and set the glass down on the night stand. He swirled the water around in his mouth, just enough to wet the tongue, and bent down to lick one of Lee's nipples. As he let go of it he met her gaze, and smiled mischievously as he gently blew cold air over the now wet nipple. The chilling effect, prominent even through the relative desensitization of the vampiric flesh, made her draw a delighted breath. "You might want to remember that little trick, it's popular with both men and women," he told her with a wink. "Oh, I think I might!" she replied. She was visibly relaxing, and Andy smiled at her. He then leaned down to kiss her stomach. He let his lips trail her figure all the way down to her feet and back up on the other side until they landed on the other nipple. He gave the ring a slight tug, and sat up again. He caressed her sides until his hands rested on the waistband of her panties. "Ready?" he asked, and for a response she simply lifted her hips from the mattress. He gave her a satisfied smile, and pulled the plain black thong off her. As he did so he realized that he was actually enjoying himself, almost like he would have when he was still mortal. Teachings in Blood When he got a good look at her, he was startled to find that she was completely hairless. She noticed his surprised look, and said: "I, uh... had it waxed the day before I was turned, and now I guess it will never grow back. Does it bother you?" "Of course it doesn't bother me! You look... amazing. It was just a little unexpected." And she really did look amazing. In life, Andy had never been one for the completely 'bald' girls, he preferred a neatly trimmed carpet, but her sharp slit, cutting through a stretch of brilliant white skin, looked almost like a piece of modern art, or like porcelain. He slowly slid one hand down her stomach towards the venus mound, and almost reverently touched her closed outer labia with his fingers. They were smooth and supple. He lay himself down next to her in bed and motioned for her to roll over on her side to face him. As he gently stroked her back he asked: "Do you remember how, when you were still mortal, your vulva would swell and grow moist, and the lips would part, when you got excited?" She nodded. "Well, it's not going to do that on its own any more. You have to make it happen. Just as you can force blood to flow to your arms to make yourself stronger, you can make it flow there. Here, I'll show you." He rolled over on his back and pulled off his briefs. He was now completely naked, just as she was. "This is a neat trick I would have liked when I was still mortal," he said. As Lee watched, her eyes round with surprise, his penis went from a limp slug to a rock hard pole in a matter of seconds. "Oh!" she blurted, and reached out her hand as if to touch it. She hesitated, but Andy calmly reassured her: "It's all right, go ahead." She grasped his erect member, cautiously at first but them firmly, and rubbed her hand up and down a couple of times with an almost mesmerized look on her face. She then sat up next to him, still grasping his cock, and let her other hand wander across his chest. Andy was by no means heavily muscled, but could rather be described as 'slender'. His lean body concealed a wiry strength that came more from hard work than from working out. He had never been one of those men who remove all body hair, but then he had never had an overabundance to begin with. True to his taste, his pubic hair was cropped short but not shaved. He had always considered himself as average-looking, but Lee was gazing at him as if it was the first time she had seen a man. Andy reached up and put his hand on her naked back, and asked: "How do you feel,kitten?" Lee turned her face towards his, her mouth slightly open, an intense look in her eyes. "I want to try to do... that" she said, giving his cock a light squeeze. "Sure" he smiled. "Lay down, it makes it easier to concentrate the first time." They switched positions. This time she was laying flat on her back and he was leaning over her with his hand on her stomach. On an impulse he leaned down and kissed her, and she stretched underneath him like a cat on a warm pillow. "Okay, slowly now," he said, and again put his hand on her venus mound, a finger on each side of the slit. "If you're interested we can do the whole encyclopedia thing later and look at anatomy sketches, but for now, just focus on the sensation of my fingers". He began rubbing the two fingers slowly in little circles. He slid his other arm in under her head, propping it up to make it easier for her to see. "Can you feel it? Good. Now slowly start concentrating on moving the blood to where the sensation is". She nodded, and he could feel the tissue start to distend slightly under his fingers. Soon, the lips were open and the clit emerged from its cover to present itself to him. He tapped it softly, just once, and earned himself a quick gasping moan from Lee. "That's it, now you've got it," he told her. "Now, a mortal would normally be juicing up by now, but as with a lot of things that isn't going to happen with us. That's why I brought the water in the first place". He dipped his fingers in the glass of water on the night stand, and brought them back to her smooth, dry sex. As he looked down, he could see that the blood in the tissue had caused it to turn a light shade of pink, like the petals of a wild rose. He placed his wet fingers at the bottom of the cleft, and slowly slid them all the way to the top, wetting the surface and causing Lee to shiver. "There we are, now. Can you roll over towards me, that's it, and lift your upper thigh... good. That makes it easier to reach... and I get to see your face," he said and smiled. He kept rubbing her slowly, now and then returning to the glass of water to make sure everything went smoothly. It was clear that Lee was enjoying herself, although she didn't speak. She had tilted her head back slightly with her mouth open, and her hand gripped his shoulder tightly. "You know, there is another way to get lubricated, but I figured we'd save that for later," he told her conversationally. "Ah... what... what is it?" Lee stammered. "Well..." Andy paused for a moment, and let the taste of blood fill his mouth. He brought his fingers up and licked them. They came away red. "You can force blood out through the skin, at least in places like the mouth and, I guess, the cunt." She was staring at him again, and on an impulse he smeared the blood from his fingers on one of her nipples. When he looked back up, her eyes were wide open and her pupils large and black. "Show me more," she demanded. A little wary, Andy brought his head down and licked his blood from her nipple, and then licked again. The second time he left a fresh blood smear behind. He then licked that off as well. "Andy." Her voice trembled. "Fuck me. Now." Andy sat up and met her eyes. She had a look of great urgency on her face. He was just about to say something, when the room filled with the scent of blood. He looked down, and saw that her vulva was glistening red. As he watched, a single drop of her blood trickled down and fell on the sheets. Andy suddenly felt a great swell of arousal come over him, as he realized that this would be the first time he would have sex for purposes other than hunting, with one of his own kind. Until now he had actually been a virgin, just like the wondrous creature beneath him. He sidled in between her legs and lowered himself down onto his arms to hover above her. She grasped his cock again to show the way, and as he entered her they kissed, both their mouths slick with blood. As he sunk himself into her he was assaulted by the taste of her blood, and for the first time realized that vampire blood was far more potent than that of humans. It felt almost like he was being filled by her the same way that she was being filled by him, a burning sweet sensation. He moaned aloud, and felt her vulva squeeze his cock tightly. They broke off the kiss and he pulled his head back to meet her eyes. The taste of her blood still burned in his mouth and made his tongue tingle electrically. She wildly met his gaze, her own mouth smeared with blood from both of them. She grasped his waist tightly with her hands, and pressed her hips to his. He slowly pulled his cock halfway out of her, and started moving gently back and forth, in and out. As he increased the pace, she raised her legs and grabbed his buttocks to assist his thrusts. With her head pulled back and her mouth open, she never released his eyes with her own. Andy could see her fangs begin to extend. The blood made her perfectly slick for his thrusting cock, and she moved her hips in anticipation of his. Soon, she was emitting small moans of pleasure with each plunge, and dug her nails into his back. Suddenly she bucked underneath him, and grabbed him tightly by the arms. He found himself on his back, with her straddling him and his cock still inside her. She pinned his arms to his chest and leaned down to kiss him. "My turn," she whispered hoarsely in his ear, and started riding him. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed and savagery she pounded her hips against his. He could feel her blood trickling thickly down his balls, as the bed started to creak disconcertingly. Her eyes were shut and her teeth clenched. Moans and growls were escaping her throat, as she rode him like her unlife depended on it. He could feel the orgasm building within him, almost without conscious effort on his part. Then suddenly she screamed hoarsely, collapsed on top of him and sunk her teeth in his shoulder. He instinctively bit into hers, groaning as the tiny muscles of his groin worked furiously to shoot a load that wasn't there. She had released his arms, so he wrapped them around her back, his teeth and cock still inside her. She lay perfectly still on top of him, not even a breath stirring. He pressed her against his chest, reveling in the feeling of closeness. After several minutes he felt her fangs sliding out of his shoulder, and he withdrew his own. As her vulva relaxed around him, he let the blood drain from his cock until it slipped out. Slowly, she raised herself up to look at him, and he thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her hair was in disarray and her mouth was covered in blood, more of which had trickled down her chin and her breasts. Both their groins were completely covered in blood, and the heady scent of it filled the room. She sidled off him, and lay down with her back towards him in a spooning position. As he wrapped his arm around her she snuggled closer, ignoring the great red splash on the sheets.