6 comments/ 18099 views/ 1 favorites Day Blood By: Tripwire Building 4. I hate that building, of all the crap that comes with being a security guard, bad pay, poor hours, and of course being portrayed as an anal retentive loser. All of those reasons pale in when compared to how much I hate building 4. It just sits there in the middle of the North Yard, a half-mile from Milner's main plant. During Wisconsin's winters leaving snow up to your knees, trudging out there just to check an abandoned building. ARRRGHH!!! At one time building 4 was important, why else would the Milner's have built a double row of storm fencing topped with barbed wire surrounding it? I know that once the building was used as a shipping office, then it was a storage site for toxic waste. Now it was just a pain in my ass. All of these thoughts ran through my head as I plodded my way through snowdrifts towards the cinder block building. Feet freezing, fingers numb as I fumbled with the cold metal pad lock. Bitching under my breath, I stomped through the open gate and into Building 4. Like silver fog my breath mixed with the smells of pigeon shit and musty feathers. Stomping up the concrete ramp, to knock snow off of my boots, I headed towards the one key I had to scan. Just so I could turn around and walk the half-mile back to the main plant. "There" I spoke to no one as the scan wand made a beep, scanning the keys magnetic strip. I turned to leave and stopped. There was light coming from underneath the old shipping office door. Like a puddle of spilt yellow paint, it lay there in the shape of an upside down yield sign. One would think all of my security guard training and experience would be screaming me. "GET OUT!" or "CALL FOR HELP!" No, none of this crossed my mind. Just a curiosity to see what was making that light. Like a marionette with tight strings, I walked and place my hand on the doorknob. It was suddenly warm. The warmth snapped me out of the trance I had been in. The warmth, building 4 was unheated. My partner's, John, voice ran through my head. He had caught some stoned teenagers in building 4 once and only as John could tell it. "Stupid motherfuckers where fucking like bunnies." Probably just some kids in there then, I thought as my hand started to turn the doorknob. I pressed my shoulder to the old thin door, planning on my sudden appearance to scare that was in the other room. That was my plan. Not the plan of it, the thing waiting for me on the other side of the door. As I leaned against the door. It was ripped open from the other side! I fell forward into the room, something pale grabbed the front of my shirt and jerked hard. I was thrown face first onto the old brown threadbare carpeting covering the cement floor. A smell like old earth filled my nostrils. Panicked, I clawed and struggled to get up. Suddenly, whatever it was, was on my back forcing me back down, my head pressed flat to the floor. I could see my flashlight rolling back and forth casting its beam of light until it stopped, just resting against the broken casters of an abandoned office chair. I reached out straining to grab it. Ice cold fingers seemed to caress my hair for a second before turning my head to one side. Black hair fell across my face and the ancient smell grew stronger. Something cold touched the side of my neck, a light wet touch, it felt as if a cold tongue was licking my neck. Small hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I wanted to scream for help! I opened my mouth to scream. A white-hot burning filled my throat stifling my half-born scream for help into an almost silent groan. Cold lips pressed themselves to my neck and the pain changed to an incredible feeling of peace. I lay there my eyes could just make out the glow of a space heater in between the black strands of hair that were blocking my vision. The edges of my vision darkened and grew hazy. Then the mouth on my neck was gone. I felt myself being turned over. A pair of black boots walking over and a black skirt filled my vision for a second. I blinked and struggled myself up, and tried to stand. A black boot pushed me back down until I was sitting on the cold carpeted floor. A chuckle pulled my eyes up away from the boots and into its...into her eyes. Hazel eyes stared down into mine. She adjusted her white blouse, and broke her gaze into my eyes. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked as she dug through a brown leather purse. "Enjoy?" I could barely hear my whispering voice floating in the cold air. "Being fed on." She pulled out a white handkerchief from her purse, and pressed it to her lips. The white cloth came away crimson stained. I shook my head and tried to scoot back further from her. "You will come to love it, I think." Her eyes lifted from the stained handkerchief and bore in to mine. "Who are you?" I suddenly felt her kneeling next to me pressing that stained cloth to my bleeding throat. She turned my head to stare once more into my brown eyes. "Stephanie is as good a name as any." I nodded, somewhere a voice was screaming at me to get up, to flee, to fight, but all my strength had left me. Her hazel eyes danced and sparkled with moonlight. I blinked once. I was flat on my back the coldness of the room waking me. I looked up and saw her standing astride me, like some conquering warrior. Her obsidian silhouette. All I could see was her white smile from within the shadows. I felt her black leather boots against my bare hips. With a start I realized I was naked. I looked around panicked, my uniform was there, next to me, neatly folded. It reminded me of the way, I put it away at home. Did I undress myself? I looked back up into the shadow covering me. Stephanie's smile grew larger and sharper. I became aroused, my cock grew and rose up, like a snake lifting its head to pay homage to some ancient dark Goddess. I felt the hem of her black skirt brush against my belly and bare thighs. A small moan escaped from my lips, Stephanie lowered herself closer to me. Her hazel eyes gazed down, pressing, into mine. "So warm, so warm for me." I shuddered as more and more of her black skirt touched me. Like ice, her skin pressed against my thighs, and like a velvet glove, her pussy swallowed the head of my manhood. She bit her lips and gasped. "So warm." More and more of my cock were swallowed up into her. Bit by bit, she pressed against me, and my stiffness was seemingly absorbed up into her. Her bare ass rested on top of my upper thighs. A blissful, a hungry smile painted itself across her mouth. Stephanie tilted her head back and started to move against me ... small circular ... grinding ... motions. It felt like a cold velvet hand tightened around my cock. Cold at first, but growing warmer, as it stroked and squeezed it. Stephanie, head tilted back, continued to twist against me. Her bare thighs opening and closing slightly, tightening her pussy's grip on my hard shaft. My hips bucked, hips jerking upward under the tent of her skirt. Her mouth opened and I felt rather than heard her groan of pleasure. I felt the walls of her pussy swell further tightening around me. Muttering something under her breath, Stephanie lifted up slightly and then back down against me. Up, up, until just the head of my cock was inside her. Down, down her greedy cunt swallowed me up. She whispered at me in a language I did not understand. Faster and faster she rode me. Her pussy milking and sucking at my cock. Then her entire body stiffened, what sounded like a painful shriek ripped from her. Her spasm shook her forward, her mouth descended and locked onto mine. I pulled away from her mouth trying to breathe as waves of pain and pleasure shook my body. "Ahhhhhh!!!" I felt myself spasm deep inside of her. As if waiting for that moment, her hands twisted my head to the side. Her mouth descended and again I felt those burning cold lips and teeth at my throat. Unbidden my hands entwined themselves in her ebony tresses. I held her head and drinking mouth tight against me. My cock started to cum within her. Her pussy continued to milk my shaft, now in rhythm with her sucking at my neck. "Oh my God!" I screamed. Her mouth ripped itself from my throat. "Goddess." She corrected before descending upon my bleeding throat and my hands held her tight. Day Blood Ch. 02 “Mr. Derrick? Are you awake?” A nagging voice pulled at me trying to drag me out of that warm deep pit my mind had fled to. Slowly I opened an eye. Too of a cheerful smile greeted me. Where the hell was I? A look of concern filled this cheerful face. “Mr. Derrick you are at St. Stephens’s hospital. You were brought here two days ago.” Groaning slightly, I opened the other eye. “Doctor, Mr. Derrick is awake.” I almost whinced at the cliched line. An older woman, also with too bright a smile, walked in and waved the nurse out. She closed the door almost all the way and glanced down at an aluminum clipboard she was holding. “Hello, my name is Doctor Rubina. How are you feeling?” I felt like hundred miles of bad road. “Like someone goose-stepped through my brain.” She nodded and jotted some notes on the clipboard. “So what happened Tom?” I thought back...a few memories floated to the surface. “All I can remember was being struck from behind and waking up here.” I tried to smile it was a feeble one at best. I tried to sit up but couldn’t. The Doctor looked at me and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, we had to restrain you. You kept trying to rip out your IV, while you were unconscious.” Both of my arms were bound with medical restraint cuffs attached to the side of the hospital bed. “I am conscious now. Take them off.” More memories floated to the surface. I remembered, John screaming at me. Trying to wake me up. The inside of an ambulance, something being shoved into my arm, and screaming. “Tom? Are you remembering more?” I glanced up at the Doctor, nodded. “What are you remembering?” I hesitated for a moment. “Being in an Ambulance, and trying to rip an IV loose from my arm.” Doctor Rubina nodded. “Anything else?” There was something else but I could not put my finger on it. She noticed my look of frustration. “It is okay, Tom memory loss is common from a head injury.” She looked back down at her clipboard. “And major blood loss.” I blinked a few more memories tumbled into place. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “Blood loss?” “A mystery that one. You came into the ER almost dead from blood loss, but there was none on your clothes.” “I was dressed?” More memories flitted around. “Yes, why do you ask?” I tried to shrug. “For some reason I remember being naked. Most have been the blow to the head.” Doctor Rubina smiled. “Other than the minor scrapes and abrasions on the back of your head and hips, there were two puncture wounds in your neck near the aorta. They are healing nicely thank goodness.” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. She chuckled a bit. “An attack at night, blood loss, and two holes in your neck. Sounds almost like a Vampire bit you.” I forced a laugh. “Well, Mr. Derrick, we should have you out of here in a few more days.” She turned to leave and paused. “Mr. Derrick, are you involved in any sub-culture activities?” “No.” A white smile seemed to grow in my mind. “Well be careful there are diseases we cannot cure yet. I will have a nurse come in here and remove the restraints. I nodded only half listening, I was no longer concerned with the restraints. No, I was more concerned with the setting of the sun outside my window. That night I stayed awake thinking convincing myself that it was just a dream. I fell asleep when the sun rose. At noon a nurse woke me. “Mr. Derrick, some gentlemen from the police department want to speak with you.” A cold empty feeling grabbed my stomach. If I told them everything I was remembering, it would get me tossed in the nut hut for sure. They were very polite, and made me repeat my story several times. I smiled to myself. They couldn't trip me up, because I was not lying. I was just not telling everything. As they started to leave, he paused and looked me in the eyes. “One last thing, why are you not sleeping at night and only during the day?” I tried not to shake very much. “I work mainly graveyard shift and am used to late hours.” He nodded and wished me a good day, and then left. That was my pattern for the next few days, awake at night, and sleeping until noon. After that I had convinced myself I had imagined the whole thing, probably some Satanist knocked me out and drained my blood for a ritual. I woke with a start, it was the last night in the hospital. I had fallen asleep. Someone was in my room. The crunching sound of someone adjusting their self while sitting woke me the rest of the way. I saw her sitting in the room’s rocking chair. I inched my hand up towards where the call button was pinned to my pillow. “Tom, what are you doing?” Stephanie’s voice, paralyzed me. She knew I was awake. “I was going to buzz the front desk for some water. I am a bit thirsty.” Stephanie laughed. “You didn’t know I was here?” It wasn’t really a question, she already knew the answer. I shrugged. Stephanie stood up, the moonlight seemed to wrap and warp itself around her. All I could see of her was a sharp white smile. I could feel her hazel eyes seeking mine. Quickly, I looked down at the bed sheets. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was screaming at me to not look at her. Without a sound, she was standing next to the hospital bed. Her black skirt, contrasted vividly with the white sheets. “you’re just a dream.” Stephanie laughed as her slim cold fingers cupped my chin and slowly lifted my face to look up at her. “No, maybe a nightmare, but not a dream.” I t felt as if my eyes were being slowly dragged up her slim face, to her hazel eyes. I could feel her slowly peeling away my will like the rind off of an orange. I feebly shook my head. “Just a hallucination.” My voice sounded weak and brittle like the icicle hanging outside my window. Stephanie’s eyes narrowed. I felt a sudden weight on the end of my bed. I blinked, she was on the end of the bed her eyes grabbing mine. Slowly, she slid the white sheets down off of me. Their paleness seemingly being swallowed by the dark of her skirt. I could feel icy fingertips lifting up the hem of my hospital robe. I could feel my cock stir. “Tom, what am I?” The hem rose higher the hair on my legs stiffened. The hem rose higher, an almost hungry moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes, trying to stop, to shut out what was happening to me. Perhaps more importantly, to deny the growing excitement inside of me. I felt a cold wet tongue lick and then lips kissing my knee and then slowly, they started moving up. I opened my eyes. Her long black hair lightly tickled and brushed my legs. Bit by bit, her lips, teeth, and tongue worked their way up. Stephanie glanced up and smiled. “Tom, what am I?” Again my eyes were lost within hers. Never braking the gaze into my eyes, she lowered herself by her arms, I could feel her breasts under the white blouse she was wearing. My cock stiffened and rose up aroused at the feeling of her lips and hair. Another smile, this time her mouth hovered less than an inch over my manhood. She opened her mouth. I could see the sharp points of her fangs. “Please.....” I half-begged and half-protested. Her tongue flicked out and lightly tapped the head of my cock. “Close your eyes if that will help you dispel me, Tom.” Her voice mocked. I closed my eyes dreading and at the same wanting to feel her bite, to burn with pleasure as her fangs sank into me. I felt cold wet lips kiss the head of my shaft. Then, they were on my belly as Stephanie kissed higher. I felt the white blouse’s silky material drag across my aroused cock, further stripping my will to resist her. I moaned again as she crawled further up, my cock’s head sliding between her breasts. “Tom, what am I?” I felt her knees on my hips. She sat up. “ Open your eyes. Tom.” I opened them. Stephanie sat astride me. “I am sorry you are in the hospital, I only wanted a taste. “ A smile played around her lips. “I just wanted you for a night, but ....” Another smile. “You seemed to call to me, and...” Stephanie reached behind herself and wrapped her cold fingers around my cock. “Your heartbeat was.” She lean forward slightly her teeth just inches from my throat. I shivered. Her hand guided the head of my cock, until it just rested inside her cunt. She leaned back her pussy sucking and swallowing me up inside her. “Intoxicating..” It came out as a hiss. As my cock was wrapped and hugged by her cunt. Stephanie, through half slit eyes, looked down at me. “Tom, your body knows what I am.” She lifted up slightly and then ground back down. “Tom, what am I?” Up again releasing and then down again entrapping and squeezing me. Her hands flew up to hold the sides of my head. Stephanie’s eyes gazed deeply into mine. I shivered, cold, like a being dosed with a bucket of ice water. I blinked no longer did I seem stuck in a dream. “Tom, I have released my hold on your mind.” I grabbed for the call button and opened my mouth to scream for help. Her hands grabbed both of mine and held them, with inhuman strength over my head pinning them to the mattress. Her mouth latched on to mine swallowing the half-born scream. I thrashed under her. Her pussy clenched and milked my cock with an almost desperate hunger. She moaned into my mouth, as she ground her clit wetly against my struggling hips. I could feel myself nearing the edge. I groaned back into her mouth, my tongue entwining with hers. Stephanie broke away from my lips. “Struggle some more it,” she lifted her hips up, “feels so good,” her hips slammed down onto mine burying me to the hilt of her milking spasming cunt. “Tom, what am I?” I felt myself pressed against the edge of a dark pit. “What am I??!!??” Faster and harder she rode me. I didn’t care if I was insane. My cock spasm up inside of her. I jumped into the darkness. “you’re a vampire...” I whispered lost in the feeling. “Good boy ...good boy.” Stephanie breathed into my ear as I felt her cunt start to shudder around me again.