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The Vampire

By: 777shewolf777



I was out one dark and dreary night, sent to a club called Blood Lust, working on my next project, Vampires. Though I did not personally believe in them, I was told to go do research and see what places like these consist of, what makes humans create an image of night stalkers and such. I was to determine whether Dracula was still among the living. 

To fit in, I slipped into a black leather mini skirt, accenting my legs, followed by black knee-high boots, ones that any vampire slayer would wear. For a top, I slid into a red camisole, my full breasts ready to pop out at the first sight of man, and covered with a tight fitting black leather jacket ending at my waist. I finished the touched with a choker, black nail polish, and letting my hair down, just as a precaution for I did not want to tempt unforeseeable forces. 

I was admitted through the doors immediately, red and black eyes following my body the second I entered the club. It was very dark, taking a minute for my eyes to adjust, as I slowly made my way to the bar. I took in the scene around me; both men and women tied to the walls as "vampires" drank deeply, leaving trails of blood on their food. Exotic women danced naked around poles, their fangs glinting in the light, men trying to catch them like bloodhounds scenting an easy lay. Some others were dancing seductively on the dance floor, dry fucking and eating, the smell of sex and blood floating through the air. The rest of the patrons were sitting at tables involved in orgies, the vamps eating sloppily as the dinner moaned in both pain and pleasure, no spot on their bodies untouched.

I sat nervously at the bar ordering a drink, of what I do not remember as I stared at a large statue placed along the far wall. It was of a man, a vampire from the looks of it, naked, and muscles strained within the stone, his strength over bearing though he was not real. I drank my shot in one big gulp, eyes trailing down the marbled body taking in every detail, from his commanding look to his arrogant features, last consuming the powerful penis raised like a sword, begging for attention, and promising pleasure like no other. 

I dragged my gaze away, gulping down my second shot, trying to pull together courage that I normally have, flustered by the crowd who seemed to be pushing closer, crowding me as I sat there. One more drink, my hands trembling, as I stood not realizing what I was to do, I looked anxiously for the bartender, catching his eye. Pointing, I asked, "Who is that statue of?"

With out cracking a grin he replied, "The Master himself." 

I frowned slightly at his admiration as he looked at the statue. Playing along I inquired, "Why is he the master? If he is so powerful, how is he trapped in stone?"

Giving me a dark look, the bartender said disdainfully, "He is waiting for his sacrifice, his human sacrifice, to set him free." Before I could venture on, he continued. "He is to be among us, his servants, when and only when the mistress of the light sets him free. She is said to be bold, adventurous, and exquisite, so pure of heart that he melts on the spot."

At that, I did roll my eyes the spell broken, for what was just said was ridiculous, something from an old romance novel. I let the bartender finish serving others as I waltzed to my prey fingers tracing the masculine jaw, high cheekbones that were most distinguished, and finally to his fangs. I failed to notice the hush in the room as I continued to study the stone canine, attempting to break one off. I only succeeded in cutting my index finger on the tip of his tooth.

Gasping, I jerked my hand away unconsciously lifting my cut to my own lips before my slim wrist was seized tightly by...a stone male hand. "What the hell!"

It is she! A deep penetrating voice growled throughout the room, the viewers stunned that their master was awake, speaking to them, the lowly who were there to serve. My chosen one has arrived! Prepare the alter!

Eyes wide I silently shook my head, hair tumbling over my stricken face as I continually tried to loosen the grip, almost breaking my own bones to elude the madness. I whimpered as a large stone alter was dragged to the middle of the dance floor, all vampires ecstatic, eyes aglow as I futilely struggled harder. My eyes silently pleaded with the other human patrons, as they lay discarded at the tables, satisfied, lazy grins plastered on their faces, ecstasy at the thoughts of being devoured by immortal creatures.

It is time, my beloved, come embrace your destiny. The statue grasped my throat, holding me like a rag doll in front of him as I was stripped bare by two females, my kicking for naught. I was then pulled to his chest, my back arching at the cold touch of stone, shivering as my ass cupped his empowering cock. 

Tears shed my eyes as the servants had also stripped bare, drooling with lust as I was held for all to see, my blood flowing strongly, beckoning to them, calling to be plundered. I gripped the forearm of my captor, trying unsuccessfully to dig my nails into his stone, wanting to cause some damage to him as he had to my pride. I promised not to go down without a fight; I was determined to make him suffer as I was now. However, all my maneuvers failed. The master's rough palm came to rest on my quivering belly, his thumb slipping into my naval, holding me still as he lifted his head, growling. The hand at my neck tightened as he arched me forward, his massive knees spreading my thighs apart, preparing to plunder and conquer. I screamed, resuming my struggles. 

The slobbering vampires on the floor began to cheer, nails clawing the floors, panting like a bunch of wild animals. The males were at full strength, their dicks swollen with need, while the females cupped their full breasts, nails pinching their nipples, wetness leaking form their opened legs. The scent of lust invaded the room, overpowering the blood, overtaking any common thoughts one would have, as the slaves craved what their master did...freedom. They wanted to power to rule, over humans and immortal alike, to be able to roam the streets with followers, puny mortals willing to do whatever to live.

Tonight, my people, I will dine on the blood of the chosen one. She will have the power to make me strong, bring me back into your world as your master.

I trembled has his hand moved from my throat to grasp a handful of hair, my neck arching as an offering. My body ached from the position that I am held in, my tits swaying with every movement, nipples puckered from the cold, chafing against his rough, solid arm. Each sway of his marbled body brought his massive erection against my warm pussy, collecting drops of my fluid with each swipe, no matter how hard I told my body to fight the feelings, and it ignored my wishes, drifting to his maleness.

In a daze, from the commotion of the onlookers or the tormenting of my body from a mythical creature, my vision became bleary. I felt mixed emotions, the touch of stone pressing my lower body into his powerful one, and the pressure of my loins from a sensual onslaught caught me in a trace, lust flowing through my veins. His swollen cock now between my shaking thighs, cried out for possession, begging to be loved, knowing I could not refuse, I grasped him in one hand, warming his cold shaft, feeling his startled movement as I started to stroke him. Distracted, he stalled the pressure on my stomach, pumping against his will into my fist, growling softly in my ear with pleasure.

His head fell onto my arched neck, his fangs scraping lightly as I pumped harder, thrusting my ass into his groin. With each passing stroke, his growling grew louder and more pronounced with the coming of his downfall, for I now held the power in my hand, literally. His large body shuddered as I continued to examine him, my free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in my fingertips. He yelped softly as I slide my finger behind his sac, tickling the crease behind his testicles almost reaching his butt hole and back again, repeating the movement, encouraged by the tightening of his body. An onslaught of emotions that hit him full force, the touch of my hands on his extended penis, the softness encasing his balls and the liquid coating the top of his muscle, proving that I returned his pleasure, his possession.

I dared to look out into our audience, challenging any one of them to stop my seduction on their King, their master, willing them to step forward, face a mere human. The females shot hated, jealous looks, telling me of their despise of me, the fact that I conquered their master, the one male vampire that all the she-devils wanted. Even with their intense feelings, they continued withering in lust, nails scoring their bodies, playing between their glistening thighs, desire more then apparent in their eyes. The males stood proudly behind the females, cocks hard, testicles pulled tight against their bodies, ready for the signal to descend on these more then willing women. Their heaving chests rose with each stroke given to their leader by the chosen one, shafts twitching, begging to be the next victim. The very essence dripping out of the tips, dropping on the backs of the females, marking them as their own, disturbed me more then I showed, for even with the ownership of the Master, I was to be given to them at any time, for sex or food I was not completely sure.

Enough! The beast roared, jerking away from my small hand, a chill moving over my body as he moved away. You, my beloved, will now belong to me, in body and soul. You will beg for your demise as I take your very essence and in turn give you mine.

With one swift move, he was inside of me pushing past my resistance of him in one fowl swoop, roaring with elation as he thrust fiercely into my sopping portal, the first orgasm hitting me so hard that I passed out. When I came too, I found myself bent over the alter, the beast heaving roughly ignoring my cries of pain as he grew even larger then before, my walls ready to crumble. His large hands cupped my hips, his balls slapping joyfully against my thighs, as he picked up the speed, ready to explode. His claws bit into my tender flash as he came in a hot rush, crying out his body spasms, my keening wail quick to follow as I explode a second time. I passed out again.

He was not done with me.

By now, all the vampires were on the floor copulating, biting each other, fighting to be the dominant one. In one corner, a group of three females was in a line eating each other out, tongues and fingers combine, nails raking the insides, mixing blood with pussy juices. A couple was inches away, the female sucking greedily on the male's member, small canines inserted right above his shaft while he speared her hole with a strong tongued, plunging in and out.

A mass of vampires were tearing in two more females on the floor, men filling every hole, some entering the same hole at once, others switching with each pump, fingers filling in to make the fit tighter. Last, there were two lone males, in the 69 position, fangs scraping the dicks with each gulp, blood trailing down, coating their testicles their tongues cleaning up the mess before starting over again. I felt the release of my third orgasm pass through me as I watched the others enjoy their fucks.

I was thrown onto my back, now laying on the alter, I could see the master in all his glory, eyes hotly grazing my shaken body, our fluids trailing between my legs as I sprawled there waiting for his next move. His thick hands shoved my thighs wider apart, his groan barely heard as he ducked between them, his tongue cleaning me off, preparing me for more yet reminding me of how sore I already was. Ignoring my protesting, he mauled me harder, nipping at my bud, snickering at my moans of pleasure/pain. I came for a fourth time; sure I was going to die at the hands of the devil.

"Please." I begged. "No more."

Oh yes, my beloved, more. He kissed slowly up my quivering body, pausing to play with my nipples, nipping at them before soothing them with steamy licks. I want to taste you, feel you shatter while I drink from you sweet breast. I want to know that you wear my mark, know whom you belong to, know who owns you. If I let you live.

With that, he entered me for the last time, just as powerful as before but more so as he pumped fiercely into my tight vagina. I clutched his head as he lowered his firm lips to my left breast, right above my pounding heart, gasping as his fangs pierced my skin, reveling as my life left me and entered him, my vampire lover. Each suck striking lightening straight to my loins making me cum quick and hard, my hips meeting each thrust, taking him deeper into my body.

My hold on him loosened as I began to weaken from the loss of blood. He gently lick my wound closed as his large palm cupped the back of my head, still pumping hotly into me, as his free hand slashed a cut above his heart, bringing my lips in contact of his now free flowing blood. I drank greedily as he howled in ecstasy, his thrusting picking up the pace again. I did not know how many times I came, only knew that I wanted more. His blood called out to me, my body craving it, demanding to feed off him as if I had been starving for the last many years.

Enough! He commanded, yanking my hair to force me to stop. Lick the wound close with your sexy little tongue.

He let out a hiss as I did as he ordered, still nibbling in the spot, grabbing his ass as I felt another orgasm crashing through my body. My nails bit into him while I screamed one final time, my body shaking, milking him for every drop. In the distance, I heard his hoarse shout as he exploded, his seed rushing to claim my body before I passed out a final time.

When I woke in the morning, my body was deliciously sore, my muscle throbbing in pain at every breath I took. I noticed that I was in my own bed, not knowing how I got there, remembering of my immortal lover. I jumped up quickly, wincing at the sharp pain between my thighs as I rushed to the mirror searching for any proof that what happened last night was only a dream. There on the swell of my breast, two tiny puncture wounds throbbed, the tell tale mark of the beast.

The Vampire



The man stared down at the woman limp on the bed, life had left her body a few seconds ago naked and a beautiful woman, yet a harlot, a whore...she had given him all the sex he needed and he had taken from her, her soul sending it to a better place. His eyes glared at the base of the neck, where two bite marks were, he grinned peevishly, he had sucked her blood so eagerly giving him his nourishment for the night. He walked away from the bed, dressed in his clothes, and walked towards the door not looking back. He must rest tonight.

Chapter one

Christina Cavanaugh sat in her room gazing out the window, wondering what life was beyond their mansion walls. Christina was a girl of 26 yrs, eyes hazel colored and large, lips as red as a rose, long black curly hair, skin dark as if tanned, a body that would turn any man weak, small and fragile yet full with the right curves and the right set of bosoms. Her parents of an aristocratic family watched over Christy as they called her for short, wanting her to marry a duke that she had not met. Not letting her venture beyond those walls except on special occasions which she had to take her maid Jill with her. A heavy sigh escaped her and she lowered her head into a sad thought.

There was a rap at the door and her maid Jill entered. Miss Christy your dinner is here miss she said as she laid the plate on the bed. Her parents out of town for the week, Christy was to dine alone in this huge mansion. Thank you Jill she replied u may leave now, I will not need u again tonight. Jill bowed her head yes miss and walked silently out the door. Having finished her dinner in silence, Christy decided she needed to take a walk upon the grounds. Wore her coat over her silk nightgown and ventured out.

As the passed the empty house, nothing moving but her in the stillness of the mansion she opened the patio doors and walked into the garden. Sitting by the fountain she used to play at when she was a child deep in her thoughts. Suddenly she heard a noise, a deep moaning noise. Christy quietly filled with curiosity and fear walked towards the source.

As she peered through the trees she saw two figures one she noticed as Jill and the second was the stable man. He was riding her, her face expressions were of pain and yet of joy. She was moving beneath him, moaning as the slid his manly shaft into her. Christy amazed by what she saw, stood there taking in each detail. Watching, feeling heat creep through her, she began to blush then turned and ran for the mansion.

Chapter two

The count Sebastian Durant reached his carriage. Let us go home now Andre. He ordered his faithful servant. I am done for the night. Yes master was the servants reply. As they reached his castle that was upon the high mountain of the town. Andre opened the carriage door for his master. And then ran to open the entrance. Shall I prepare your chamber master? He asked. Yes Andre, please do. But first I shall retire to my study for an evening drink.

Walking into his study. Count Sebastian sat alone in the dim light. Recalling his past and how he was born to be a man of such. Inherited this disease or power as many had told him of his race. A day walker he was called. His parents a human and a vampire had mated and he was born. After he was born did his father turn his mother into a vampire.

The loved he had for his mother was too strong for him to end her life. He wanted her near him at all times. And that happened. They had created Sebastian and they hunted together and were killed together. For as they slept in their castle in Transylvania many miles away there had been a disaster. The earth had moved during the daylight and their secret room had been destroyed as the slept. Then sun had hit upon them and they had no where to hide. For their destiny was to die together that day. Leaving him a mere boy of 16 years in the hands of Andre his loyal servant. He had moved from there at the age of 31 years to this town, bought this old castle with a little of the money he had inherited from his father's wealth. And had been living here for 4 years now. Feasting upon travelers and harlots which were no use for. 

Taking a last gulp of his drink. Sebastian stood up elegantly for he was most handsome, eyes that could tame a lion and the body of a God. He was perfect. He headed for his room to find the bed ready. He stripped if all his clothes, climbed in and went into dreams.

Chapter three

The early morning light was peering through the windows as Christy opened her eyes, her head was aching, she had not gotten much sleep last night, dreams of those two bodies locked were tormenting her all night. And warm flashes had kept her awake. She peered at the door as there was a little rap and Jill poked her head in. miss you are awake she said. Good morning miss. Good morning Jill was Christy's reply. Jill walked in and opened the curtains, while Christy eyed her wondering if she should ask this maid about what she saw the previous night. Christy sat up in bed as Christy left to get her morning breakfast. Waiting for this maid. Christy decided to ask her.

Walking back in Jill placed the tray upon his miss's lap. And walked backwards waiting orders. Jill? Said Christy. Yes miss? The girl answered. I saw you last night Jill, in the garden, I saw what you were doing. The girl's eyes widened and she suddenly dropped to her knees. Miss please I beg of you she said. I am so sorry she began to cry. Do not fire me my miss it shall never happen again. Christy looked at the girl kneeling beside her bed. Stand up Jill! She ordered. I want to ask you a few questions. The girl in tears and full of shame stood up barely able to look her misses in the eyes. Yes miss she said. Then unexpectedly Christy said tell me, what were you doing Jill. Explain to me I want to know what was that man doing to you?

The girl's head shot up and she looked at her misses eyes wide open with shock. But miss you are still a maiden I dare not talk to you of these things. Christy's eyes flared with fury, you will tell me Jill or I shall have you fired, and fear not it will be our secret. And so with passion, Jill began to explain to her miss the pleasures, desires and acts of making love. As Christy's eyes widened and heart bat faster. She said Jill I want you to take me into the taverns in town. I want to live a life before I am to be wed to one man she said.

But miss! The girl exclaimed. No buts! Christy snapped. No one will know me I shall disguise myself and you shall take me. And with so Jill lowered her head to say yes miss I shall.

Chapter four 

It had been a long day for the Count, ever since he woke up he had to deal with all the papers and documents of his invested money, in works all around. He decided he wanted to go for a stroll into the village and search for his next victim. Andre! He yelled. Yes master! Was a quick response. Prepare my carriage I want to go out for the day. Yes master. Was the reply.

The town was buzzing with people. Travelers and locals. His eyes looked at the taverns and he whore houses peering through the carriage window. Looking for tonight's feast. The suddenly he saw her. Walking on the street a young girl of barely 26 years, gracefully walking head up high. Behind her was her maid carrying several packages. The beauty of this maiden was too amazing to explain. He tapped on the window and Andre said yes master. Go slow he ordered. Knowing his mater Andre slowed the pace of the horses. 

I need a disguise! She said. Jill u must help me find something. A long cloak perhaps and a frilly dress something revealing. Something no rich maiden would wear. Yes miss was Jill's reply. We shall. She saw a shop will long cloaks at the window and said here Jill we must enter here. As they walked in she looked around. Taking in each cloak.

He tapped for Andre to stop the carriage and called him down. Andre that maiden, in the shop find out who she is and why she is walking the streets and where she is from. I need to know everything about her. Yes master, I shall. Andre slowly crossed the street to walk into the shop. Eyeing the maiden, and what she chose. He noticed she was a beauty and realized why he master had been so interested in her. She approached the maid and said. Excuse me ma'am please I am in dire need of your help. My master wants me to choose a cloak for his mistress and I dare not chose it alone. Jill giggled and said. I shall help you. In between the choosing. The talking and the giggling he had found out what he needed to know. The maid was not young but she was easy to speak about her misses. He paid for the cloak and bade them both good' day and walked out to his master.



Chapter five

As Andre told his master of his discoveries. And told him that he had made arrangements to meet Jill that night at a specific tavern. The count's hands rubbed against each other and knew he needed to have that maiden. 

Night fell and Andre walked into his master's study. Master I am ready to go meet Jill in the tavern. Yes he said. You shall drop me at Marcy's whore house and go meet Jill. Yes master was the reply.

As the count knocked on Marcy's door she was thrilled to see him. For she enjoyed pleasuring him. And sacrificing one of her girls to him, for she was turned many years before by a passing vampire. Come in my dear, I have a lovely new girl for u. and when you have feasted upon her I shall have your pleasures for the night in my bed. It has been long since we have mated.

Andre walked into the tavern. He had been here many times before when his master had gone to Marcy's for the night. Andre was a tall man, not handsome but somehow alluring and he was in his 50 years of age. Yet still possessed the strength of a 30 year old male. He had words to lure women; he had watched his masters at work. Then he saw her sitting in the corner, waiting for him, he approached her and as he sat he took her lips in his with expertise, now we shall drink he said. 

Hours later Jill was giggling and babbling about what happened and what her mistress intended.



Chapter six

Tonight is the night! Christy said to Jill. Tonight you will take me to the tavern. I will pose as a harlot and I want to see what men do and how they will react to me. Jill nodded her head and said yes ma'am. Knowing that this would lead to no good.

Night had fallen, and Christy was ready. Dressed in a gown any rich woman would not dare wear, her bosoms nearly visible for the top, pushed up by the tightness of the gown.

And beneath it she wore a lacy pant, something only harlots would wear. She admired herself in the mirror for a sew minutes then smiled as she wrapped her long hair upon her head, letting some strands fall out of place.

Jill walked into the room and eyes her mistress with amazement. Miss are you sure you want to do this. Yes replied Christy. Her heart pounding from fear. I do. Now give me the cloak let me wear it and we shall be on our way.

As they reached the tavern. Christy took a deep breath before entering. As she walked in she saw what she had never seen before. Women and men touching, drinking, singing and shouting. She was amazed. She moved in deeper. Let us sit there Jill, she commanded.

They sat by the corner on a little table, he peered through his dark eyes. She is here and mine tonight. Andre go fetch that Jill and sweep her away from her mistress so I may approach. Yes master. The servant quickly rushed to call Jill aside wooing her with his words.

Christy looked about her. The cloak still on her head she felt many eyes piercing through it. Then she felt a touch on her shoulder and a man so beautiful she could not explain sat beside her. Well what do we have here? A whore all alone? How can that be? Now let me buy you a drink ma'am and maybe we will talk business later. He said. Christy looking at the man said in typical village talk. Aye sir, first we drink then we play. As the drinks arrived he suddenly heaved her upon his lap. Now lassie, lets us see what you can do and what my money is worth. With a drumming heart she felt his body beneath hers. She said aye sir let me show you. She began to wiggle upon his lap. His hand moved from her face then lower to her breast she began to flame to his touch. And he moved his finger on the hem of her grown slipping one in to touch her nipple. She felt her world spinning. She thought I must end this soon. But the hand did not remain so. It began to travel lower down her tummy till it reached her thighs. He slowly slid it below the gown and touched her legs then higher. Christy jolted with shock jumped off his lap. Sorry sir I must leave. And bolted for the door.



Chapter seven

He stared at her as she left the tavern so rapidly. Yes a prey to catch he said. Feeling the heat in his loins. Stood up and followed her outside.

Andre waiting by the carriage knew the plan. He had made love to Jill then left her drunk and helpless in the stables beyond was waiting for his master to emerge so they could fetch his prey.

Looking around Christy out of breath knowing she felt too much and where is that Jill? She thought. I must leave here. She began walking quickly through the streets. She reached the dark passage to her home and began walking faster. But when she heard a carriage she wanted to run. Not knowing who or what was coming. Suddenly her mouth was gagged shut and she was sprung through the air and went into sleep.

He watched this beautiful woman sleeping on his bed, tied up to the bedposts, and legs tied apart too. A smile of victory crawled upon his lips. I must not take her tonight. I will first taste and fill her with me. My cravings of lust are more powerful than my need to feed. And with that he sat in the chair in the corner waiting for her to awake.

Christy's head hurt as she opened her eyes to a dim bedchamber. She tried to move her hands and yet she discovered were tied. Panic and fear began to run through her. With gasps she began. Help! Help please. Someone help. She was suddenly cut off by a voice saying, no need to shout my dear. No one can hear you. Her eyes then saw him standing in the corner of the room barely visible in the dim light. It is you she said! How dare you? Set me free at once. He suddenly in a flash was beside her face over hers, glaring deep into her eyes he said no my dear. You went out looking for adventure tonight and I shall fulfill that for you. At morning you will be returned safely home, and I assure you, you will be back for more tomorrow. Christy shocked into silence barely managed to say: how did you know? He leaned over cupped her face with his hands and kissed her lips ever so softly. I know all about my prey before I feed on them.

His hand left her face to travel down towards the heaving chest, touching the hem of her grown softly. Fire and anxiety shot through her, please no she said please. He looked back and her and said: I am afraid it is too late to say no. she tried to wiggle free of the bonds that held her secure but it only seem to entice him more. He stood straight then he freed himself of his shirt exposing his wide chest and broad shoulders, this man was a god she thought. Then he moved to the base of the bed. Watching him with her eyes, scared not knowing what was to happen. He climbed he huge bed at her feet and began to caress her legs beneath the gown. Going higher taking the gown up with his each stroke. Christy could not believe this, she was scared and yet she was wanting. She wanted to scream help yet she wanted to feel more. Mixed emotions ran through her body like bolts of lightning as his hand inched higher between her thighs reaching a place where she felt immense heat. He cupped her heat with his hand and stroked, her body jerked up in flames of passion and she let out a whimper. And then he stopped as she felt her need for more. Yes you are a hungry one my dear. He said as he gazed down upon his beauty in his bed. And I shall fulfill your hungry soon. His hand emerged from beneath her gown to travel up her tummy as he reached her breasts he stroked them, feeling the hardened nipples through the fabric he leaned down to kiss them, damping her gown. Nibbling sending sensations of pleasure up and down her skin. Then suddenly she heard the fabric tear and he ripped her gown right down the middle exposing her bare flesh and look of hunger in his eyes. She gasped at the sensation of the cool breeze which one caressed her flesh. He looked down and said: now begins our lesson.

Chapter eight

Laying there exposed to this man straddling her, Christy's eyes darted all over him. He then bent down to kiss her lips, he retreated and said open your mouth Christy open it for me. As if drugged Christy opened her mouth welcoming his kiss and his tongue as it played with hers. Her inexperience was so obvious he could tell she was not touched. Then he left her lips to trail kisses down her neck till her reached one nipple, sucking at it nibbling fighting the urge not to bite her and make her his. The other hand cupped the second breast taking the erect nipple in his finger, squeezing it lightly. Christy's moaned and began to tremble at this new sensation. Her body shaking, her mind lost. Swimming some where in the sea. Then suddenly she wanted to scream as he left her nipple and trailed kisses down her chest and abdomen to wards the source of all the heat. He began to kiss her softly then suddenly she gasped as his tongue touched her there, licking her, tasting her, his other hand moved in too. Touching her bud intensifying her feelings she began to heave her hips then his hand came up to hold her down, not letting his mouth leave her. She tasted wonderful, she was all he imagined and he did not know how long he could go on doing this. Her innocence was incredible. He had never had a virgin in his bed and this was driving him mad Sebastian thought. But he could not get enough of her. He slid his tongue into her folds, pushing it in deeper as he felt her climaxing time after time her wetness all over him now. He wanted more; he retreated his tongue then slipped one finger into her folds then two, sliding it and out. Watching her moan and arch. Yes he wanted her to moan for him he wanted to drive himself deep in her and be lost. She screamed and it was not a scream of outrage but a scream of pleasure. She was open to this man, and he was being ruthless or gentle she did not know which or what she did not know anything. She was lost.

Then he stopped he stood up she noticed between panting and wanting more she saw him standing at the base of her bed. Sliding out of his pants and then she saw it. A shaft of beauty it was desirable it was something she had never seen before. He let her gaze upon him for a while then he slid atop her between her legs. Face over hers she felt it nudge at her. He leaned down for a kiss and took it sweetly. Her eyes glowing with passion he said now my dear do u want me to fulfill that hunger in you. Yes she answered. Without her thinking. He said then so it shall be. He lifted her hips to pose his shaft at her entrance with one hand his lips came down on her fiercfully as he entered her swiftly muting her cry with his lips. A pain shot through her as her virginity was lost, the the pain subsided as she felt him beginning to rock slowly against her. He let her lips go and she managed to let out a deep moan. Her eyes wide open at the shock of his entrance. It gets better my dear he said. Then he returned to milk the passion from her mouth. He bit a groan then started moving within her, his hands went up to untie her fists. She then grabbed his head and his back as if wanting more. With each stroke he roused her more, steadily he probed, backed away, probed. Each action leading him in deeper, when she thought he could not get any deeper. Then as he felt her tightening around him his thrusts became faster and faster. Her moans deeper and her hands cupping his buttocks pulling him in more. She let out a cry as they climaxed together and she could feel him release his heat inside her. And he slumped against her heaving chest, his lips kissing her nipples. She wanted to hold this stranger, to kiss his hair; she did not know what she wanted. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. They laid like that as if for ages. Then when his breathing calmed he lifted his face to look at her. Christina are you alright? She managed to nod her head. If I untie you will you flee? Unable to speak she shook her head to say no. he then retreated from inside her, his hands finding the bonds at her ankles and untying them. She did not move and he came to lay beside her dragging her into him. She accepted this and curled up against him. She was lost, she thought and closed her eyes and fell into sleep.




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Chapter nine

She was awaken by kisses on her shoulder, opened her eyes and noticed it was still dark outside. She turned around in his arms to look into the eyes of this stranger. He gazed at her eyes and said. Maybe I should introduce myself. I am count Sebastian Dumont and you Christina are mine. She was speechless then he took her lips into his again. His hands stroking her. She could feel the hard pulsating shaft against her and knew there was more to come. She yielded to him and he rolled her over striding him and say lesson number two my dear. She gasped as she felt herself being lowered upon him and new sensations grew.

The morning light broke through the curtains. She woke up and felt sore yet happy. She turned over to see that the bed was empty. Suddenly she sat up and saw him standing on the patio he was magnificent. He was everything she could have imagined. She wanted more of him and all of him. She wanted him to teach her more she was eager. She said in a soft voice. Sebastian? He turned around and saw her sitting in his bed. Naked, beautiful, her hair all around her flowing like a stream. He walked in. I should send you home my dear. They will miss you if you are not there. I think your parents are due home today he said. How did you know? She replied. I told you I know all before I take my prey. Now get dressed. I have brought a gown for you to wear. And I shall send you home. And come for you when the night falls. With that he walked out of the bedchamber leaving her in bewilderment.

Christina slowly entered her room and crept into her bed. Knowing that Jill would soon knock on her door to wake her. To her luck no one was awake when she slipped in through the servant's entrance and sneaked up to her room. She had not been caught. And hoped that no one saw her.

Jill tapped on the door. And peeked in, miss are u awake. Yes I am Jill, Christy answered. Miss I am sorry I left you alone last night. But I got distracted. Do not worry Jill, all was fine. Yes miss. You parents should be here by nightfall. Yes, sighed Christy heavily. She knew that and somehow dreaded It. She wanted to see Sebastian again and did not know how she was going to. She missed his touch, the way he made her feel. The burning sensation between her thighs was a reminder of last night. Christy fetch me my gown, I would like to have breakfast in the gardens today. Yes miss.

Having breakfast alone was a normal thing to Christy. Her parents were always away somewhere. And she was used to being home alone. But now her thoughts were only filled with one thing. Sebastian. She wondered if he thought of her too. The night they shared. What he did to her. She must be mad. As he said she was his prey. But what did he mean.

He sat in his study, thinking of her. The way she opened to his touches. Why didn't he bite her he thought? He could have turned her and she would always be his. But something about her made him lost, was it her innocence, was it the way she looked? He did not know. This Christy was to be his end he thought or his beginning.

Alone in her room now Christy lay on her bed. She had just showered and lay there naked. She felt an ache between her legs just by the thought of Sebastian.. Her fingers trailed a path over her breasts and down her stomach reaching that throbbing ache. She immediately stopped. Wondering this is not what good girls did. But yet she was tarnished, she had lost her virginity it was gone. Then found her fingers trailing down again this time caressing herself. Making her ache more. She needed Sebastian.

Chapter ten

Dressed and waiting on the patio she heard hooves and a carriage approaching. Her parents had arrived. She ran out to meet them. Papa she bowed her head as he was the first to emerge then he extended a hand out to help his wife descend. Mama she said. And ran to hug her mum. But something was always missing in the hug; her mother had never given her the affection needed. Hello Christy dear. Was her mothers reply. Slowly retreating Christy said there is tea ready in the study, for you. And walked behind her parents.

Night fell. Christy opened her patio doors letting the cool air breeze in. she leaned over the rail and sighed. Where is he? He said he would come for me. But how. She looked down. Her window high above the ground. No way in and she could not got out. She looked at the wide land of their estate darkness around. The garden lit but little torches. Maybe she should take a walk.

Perched on her roof, a growl in his throat, he smelled her scent coming from the patio. Then he waited. Waiting for the right time to enter the house. When all the lights were out. And no one would be awake. Then he spotted her. A dark figure in the garden walking towards the maze. Spread his long cloak and flew down in-between the maze. Waiting for her.

She heard a rustle. Must be a field mouse, she giggled. There were known to emerge at this time of the night to feed. Walking into the maze, knowing at the other end was a bench she could sit and relax on. No one would find her here. They were all sleeping. And she would not be bothered. 

He waited knowing she was near. His heart thumping, his groins aching. She made him feel different he had never felt like this before.

She rounded the last bush of the maze then she screamed, but it was muffled for a hand flew to her mouth before it could be heard. Then she opened her eyes and saw him, Sebastian she whispered, kissing his palm. The removed his hand to replace it with his lips drawing her into his body. Melting herself against him she returned his kisses, slightly moving her body against his, she could feel the heat of his shaft. When the kiss finally ended, she said but how? How did you get in here? He laughed lightly and said my dear Christy nothing shall keep me away from you. I told you I would come for you tonight. Now come I have missed you far too much to let words take up our time. It is time for lesson three.

They walked side by side till they reached the bench. Do not sit dear, bend over the bench. I want to taste you first. With no fear but wondering Christy bended over the bench, waiting to see what Sebastian had in mind for her. then she felt it, a cool breeze upon her legs....his hands were there, touching her, his lips kissing her legs, her thighs, then she felt his hands on her wetness, caressing. She moaned. Spreading her legs wider, giving him more room. Yes! He whispered huskily as he kissed her; spread them for me my dear.

Then suddenly the feeling was gone, she gasped and he was leaning against her touching her breasts with one hand while the other dipped low to her folds caressing probing. His lips at her neck, kissing, sucking lightly, the urge in him to bite her was too much. He had to concentrate on something else.

Her moans deepening her hips rocking to the feeling of his probing fingers, she shivered and held more tightly against the hand of the bench. Whispering Sebastian please I need to feel you in me now.

Chapter eleven

That was all he needed to hear, for his shaft was about to burst, his hands leaving her to open his breeches, springing his shaft free. He then placed two hands on her hips, rubbed his shaft between her lovely bottom, making her feel him and squirm. Then he set it lower between her folds and with one hard push, penetrated her with much more she bit upon her lower lip to avoid screaming. Hard pulsating inside her, he let her feel him then he began to rock gently, then harder and harder, the animal in him set lose. 

Her body rocking, this new hard feeling making her want more, and more, as if he was possessed he was taking her. She moaned and moaned and begged and thrashed her head as he drove harder, deeper, and fiercer into her. Her knuckles turning white from gripping the bench. More she begged.

The more she begged the more he wanted. He could not control himself, his urge to bite her, his urge to fill her all his urges were concentrated on that probing and taking her harder. His body beating wildly against her, taking her harder, making her scream, feeling her walls tighten around him. She was going to climax, she knew it and she felt he was about too, her moans turned into deeper ones, she felt it coming, it was time. Then his urge to spill his seed came, he grabbed her hips harder his fingers digging into her flesh, his probing faster, he spilled his seed and she climaxed with him.

His panting so hard Sebastian could not believe what he had done, without removing himself from her, his hands left her hips to hold her waist fearing she would fall, he leaned his head upon her back.

Her breath coming out short, unable to speak she let herself lose into his arms. Feeling the comfort, she had been yearning for. Then she whispered, Sebastian.

He pulled out of her, and turned her to him; barely walking two steps he sat upon the bench and placed her on his lap. Shhh!! He said. Kissing her lips, arms wrapping around her, we will talk when we both can.

They remained in embrace for what seemed like ages. Then finally he said, Christy my dear, my Christy. What do you do to me? She lifted her head to gaze into his eyes. Sebastian it is you who does to me. How long are we to remain seeing each other in such a manner? 

Don't worry my dear; he kissed her lips all will be over soon. You shall be mine. Now I must leave and you must rest. We shall meet again tomorrow night. I shall come for you.

With that she kissed his lips, he set her aside on the bench and walked into the maze and disappeared.

Chapter twelve

As Duke James Le Conte rode his carriage to meet his future bride, he looked upon his past. He knew this bride brought him many gifts one of them was that she had wealth and he needed some.

Duke James Le Conte was a middle aged man of 39. Not married before yet had a reputation of being seen at whore houses, and around the wrong people. None of his parents were alive and he was the soul heir to what was left of his father's wealth. For gambling and traveling was in the duke's nature.

He was handsome and had a scar on his left cheek. Said to be given to him by a fight in a gambling house. The Duke had many dark secrets, he needed this bride desperately and he had heard that she was a beauty too. What a way to go James he thought. Two birds with one stone. He would use this gift occasionally and then return to his loved ones at the whore houses. For Angelina the hostess of the whore house had given him many pleasures, and he could not wed her, for she was just a whore. A means for him to fulfill his many desires.



Chapter thirteen



Christy woke up early, her body aching of the nights pleasures. Then suddenly there was a knock at her door and Jill burst in. misses she said her eyes full with news. What is it Jill? Tell me! What happened? Misses, Jill knelt by her bed. I overheard your parents talking the duke is on his way today. You shall be wed before nightfall, tears dropping down Jill's eyes.

Duke James Le Conte? Christy asked. Yes misses. Was the tearful answer of Jill? Help me get dressed at once I need to speak to my parents. This cannot be!

Dressed and running down the stairs into her parents study, Christy burst open the doors. Mama, papa? What is this I hear? The duke is on his way here today, and I shall be married before nightfall? Not it was Christy's turn to have tearful eyes.

Yes daughter, was the plain and ruthless answer of her father. Your mother and I have discussed this and since we travel a lot it is not fair to leave you at home all alone. So it is in your best interest if you marry today and leave with the duke after the wedding.

NO! Was Christy's cry, please no. 

You shall do as told! Daughter! And I do not want to hear another word about it. Everything has been arranged. You have known that you will marry the duke and you have been avoiding it. But now it is time and I shall not have any disobedience from you. Do I make myself clear? Was her mother's remark.

Christy's head bent for the floor. Yes mama. Her tears trickling down her face. I shall do as told. With that Christy turned and walked towards the door.

Now that is a good girl. Were her father's last words before she shut the door behind her.

Up in her chamber, Christy laid upon her bed crying and sobbing, she loved Sebastian what was she to do, she could not leave the mansion in the daylight they would catch her; she did not know how to reach him, Oh! God what was she to do? 

Jill moving about the room speechless, packing her mistress's belongings, wondering how parents could be so cruel as to just wed their only daughter off, but they never cared for her, Jill had noticed. Her poor mistress, she could not help her now. No one could.

Laying out the dress for her mistress, the duke, the priest had arrived and she was to bed ready for her wedding. Christy slowly emerged from the tub, drying herself off, as if she was in a different world, she dressed and got ready for what seemed like her funeral.

The wedding was fast and seemed painless, but Christy's heart was being ripped apart. Her luggage was already packed and ready for them to leave to the duke's home about a 3 hr drive away.

Chapter fourteen

The ride was over, they reached their destination and Christy viewed the house. It was lovely; alas it belonged to this heartless man. The duke descended then held his hand out for his bride. Eyeing her with hunger, he knew she was a beauty and she would be all his, a virgin treat, then he would discard her in the house and return to his harlots and gambling while she gave him heirs.

The front door was opened and a plump maid stood there. Good day ma'am she said. I am Mrs. Hammond, and this is she turned to a frail maid standing beside her, Jolene your maid, and escort ma'am. Hello Jolene, was Christy's simple reply. I shall lead you to your room ma'am.

Walking behind the maid, silently, looking around at the beauty and vastness of the house. She reached a chamber door, ma'am your room, she opened the door to a lovely room, lit by the sun, a huge yet lovely bed stood there covered with peach satin. And by the side she saw a connecting door and she flinched, it must be the connecting door to the Duke's room. Christy thought. 

She was interrupted by Jolene saying; I drew your bath ma'am. I assumed you wanted to bathe before supper. Thank you Jolene that will be wonderful. 

As Christy soaked in her bath, Jolene proceeded to arrange and unpack her clothes. Dreading the night to come, shivers ran all over her skin, creating goose bumps of disgust.

Dressed and ready for dinner, she descended the stairs leading to the huge dinning room and found her husband sitting at the top of the table while her chair was at the far other end. Such intimacy she thought. Good evening she said as the duke rose to walk over to her and help her into her chair. Good evening was his reply. I trust all is to your satisfaction dear? Yes thank you she replied. 

They ate dinner in silence, no one spoke. Christy imagined herself back at home eating all alone again and she simply enjoyed the tasteful meal. As dinner ended sweets and fruits were passed. And they ate and the duke simply said dear will you retire to your room after supper. Please. 

Her heart jumped and she felt a sudden fear. Keeping her eyes in her plate she simply said yes sir I shall. Very good was his ruthless remark.

In her room, Christy changed into a simple white nightgown. Not any of those bought for this night, she did not want the duke craving her as he looked at her, and she wanted him appalled by it.

Then the knock on the connecting door came, she sat upright in her bed and held the covers closely beneath her chin, the knob turned and the duke entered. Dressed in a light green robe, he eyed her there, and simply said I am here to claim my prize. Your virginity!

Shocked, scared, on the brink of crying, Christy just looked and him and wanted to scream. He neared the bed so quickly she tried to flee but his hands caught her arm and pulled her back. My dear, you run from your husband? And with that he threw the blanket off yanking it from her grasp. What a horrid night gown. And will not be missed. He took the hem of it and ripped it from her body, leaving her bare to his eyes. Then he came over her, taking her lips and Christy could taste the liquor on his breath, she tried to turn away but one had held her face and the second roamed her body spreading her legs apart, as he shifted his weight between them. Her hands at his shoulder trying to push him off, her pleas of NO! Muffled by his lips, he then opened his robe and steadied himself at her entrance his hands flying up to grab hers and he plunged deep into her. She screamed.

Then he stopped, his face red with anger, he looked at her and said; I married a tarnished woman, a harlot, a whore. You are not a virgin! He kept himself in her, then one hand left hers and slapped her face, you will pay for this whore! No Christy screamed. Please NO! He simply grabbed her arms again. And plunged into her deep hard and ruthlessly. As soon as he emptied his seed. He stood off her, and said now you shall pay the price of being a whore.

Tears and sobs emerging from Christy. God! Please she said. There is no god to help you now! Was his sharp bark. He grabbed her arm and yanked her from the bed, dragging her across the room to his chamber, throwing her aside by the wall; he reached for a whip, used for horses she noticed.

The she felt it. The first strike upon her back, she screamed. Then the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth. Five lashes ripping through her flesh, her screams no longer heard, for she had entered a different world. She had fainted. 

Chapter fifteen

Where is she? Was the loud roar in the count's manor. Where has she gone? He flung one vase against the wall. For that night he had gone to Christy's window and entered an empty room. He had opened her closets and found them empty, all her possessions were gone, her scent, all, his Christy, his love was gone.

In the corner Andre was scared. He had never seen his master in a mood like this before, not even when he was craving blood.

Master! Please. I shall find her for you; I will seek Jill and ask her what happened. She must know. Andre backed back into the corner as a black face with white fangs was turned to him.

You shall find her! He hissed and you will find out what happened and everything from Jill, or she will have hell to pay if she does not tell you.

Yes master, I shall go now. This instance and search for Jill. It is her time to be at the tavern.

GO! Was the last roar, and Andre scrambled out of the room, with a last view of his angry master, holding a bottle of liquor to his lips.

Andre reached the tavern and walked in praying that Jill would be there. Then he saw her sitting all alone in the corner, hands between her head, she looked sad. Something terrible must have happened. He approached her and placed and hand on her shoulder and said Jill?

She looked up, her eyes swollen from tears and then she flung herself into Andre's arms. He took her she wept. They married her off to that awful duke, that man is bad. She did not want to go, it was forced upon her, she wept, and she had a funeral for her wedding.

Oh dear lord! Was Andres whisper. Poor miss Christy he said and poor him he thought when his master discovers this.

Jill do you know where the duke resides? He said. Yes was her whisper, about 5 hours drive from here, he lives in another town. Duke James Le Conte is a bad bad man she sobbed, yet again.

Do not worry Jill he held her in his arms. We shall retrieve your mistress; my master cannot live without her he simply said in a whisper.

Come let me take you home, you should not be out looking so tired and in such a mood.




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Jill accepted without any objections, she needed to lay back, her body was weak, she had been crying since morning, when she over heard the news.

Andre drove the carriage back without any thoughts for the horses; he whipped and made them go faster. His master would be waiting and this news would create havoc tonight.

As he walked into the study, he saw his master sitting by the fire and noticed the way his palms clutched the bottle. He was still in a raging mood, he noted, he better beware of how he is to break the news to his master.

Then he saw him. And stood up. Andre what have u found out he said. Andre slowly approached his master and began to tell him what he had learned.

WHAT? Was the loud roar and the bottle flew into the fire place breaking to pieces causing the liquor to ignite it further. Hell just begun though Andre and he shrank back away from the flames.

We will find her! No matter what is the cost, we shall find her, I want her back. Tomorrow morning at dawn. You will prepare the carriage we are to go to retrieve her. And let the devil stand in my way! Was his final words as he stormed out of the room.

Chapter sixteen

She woke up to pain, anguish and she felt someone dabbing her back. She screamed instantly and jerked up. Ma'am please; she noted was the voice of Jolene. Tears trickled down her eyes and she turned her face to look at the maid. Her face was white as a ghost and she had tears too. She was back in her chamber.

Each dab of the cloth, made Christy whimper and cry and she kept hearing Jolene say I beg your pardon ma'am. Then it was over, and Jolene knelt by her mistress's bed and began to weep. Christy tears and her sobs were there too, she looked at Jolene and said who found me? 

I did ma'am, the duke sent me up to take care of you she said. But I was not expecting this, I am so sorry ma'am the duke he is not a good man. Your back ma'am is ripped, and scarred for life. Christy turned her face into the pillow and sobbed some more. It was my fault, she cried. My fault, I was not a virgin bride. Then yet again she fell into the same darkness as before.

She woke to a deep voice commanding Jolene out of the room. And she instantly knew it was the Duke. Had he come back for more revenge, for more lashes? What had he returned for? 

Then he door was closed and she heard the lock turn and he approached her bed, she tried to hide her tears, for she was still laying on her front unable to stand the pain of lying on her back. So I see my whore is awake? I want to empty my seed, for my usual harlot is not available at the moment.

He then caught he arm. And jerked her over, throwing her on her back, pain shooting through her body, she screamed as she felt the satin touch her wounds. He then removed his pants and lifted he dress, holding her arms once again at her sides he entered her. Causing pain and agony, as she felt her wounds begin to bleed once more. 

He rode her forcefully, taking her with no passion, no thought for her wounds. She cried and screamed and yet he showed no compassion. It was over; she felt his weight shift off her and his seed burn her skin, for he had not emptied himself in her.

He donned his pants, walked to the door simply saying. Thank you my personal harlot, and walked out.

Jolene rushed in, took in the view of her mistress and nearly fainted. Blood soaked the bed beneath her back and she was crying, her knuckles white as she held the sheets beneath her. Quickly she turned her mistress over, not saying a word, she began to sob quietly. Dear god she thought! This is not humane.

Christy once again felt the light dabs on her back, and cried. Running through her mind were thoughts of Sebastian, of her life, and how would it end? Maybe with her dead, on this very bed!

Jolene then said ma'am drink this it will help you sleep and ease the pain. Christy took the drink and laid her head upon the pillow. Speechless, her heart numb and yet the pain excruciating. She closed her eyes and 20 minutes later she was asleep again.

Chapter seventeen

They had left at dawn and it was nearly noon when they entered the village which held his love Christy captive. His love, he thought, he loved her. He had come to that fact when he did not find her, how he felt, the feelings that ran through him. He wanted her as his bride, as his eternal mate. He would find her and retrieve her. She was his!

Andre stopped the carriage and said Master I shall go into one of the stores and ask of the duke's home. We shall rest in one of the brothels till we nightfall. Then we can go and retrieve her. Very good André. Was his reply.

Andre asked about till he was informed that the huge mansion they saw atop the hill was the duke's home. He was pleased, his master would be pleased. He thanked them and walked briskly back out to the carriage and informed his master of this.

They found a pleasant brothel and entered for the rest of the day. Till nightfall Andre thought, and his master would be free to return his lady. They sat and ate and his master refused any lady which approached him, explaining that he only wished to have a drink and watch the shows.

The hours ticking by, the count began restless, only one more hour to go and he would be able to seek out Christy. Christy his heart lurched, just by thinking of her, his beautiful Christy, his eager student and the love of his life. How he loved her he thought. And took the final gulp of his drink. Andre he said let us go, and explore the mansion I need to know the grounds.

They rose, paid the bill and walked out of the brothel. He had waited long enough he thought.

They reached the mansion and the count studied the walls, the windows and inhaled the scents in the air. Then he smelt it! Her scent, mixed with blood. His heart stopped. Was she dead? Was she hurt? He concentrated on the windows and found it. A huge window open, her scent was in that room. There lies his Christy. I am coming my love he thought.

Chapter eighteen

She opened her eyes and noticed that the sun was setting. The cool breeze from the window was providing a calm touch to her wounds. And Jolene sitting by the window, a rosary in her hands. She was praying.

Jolene she whispered, the ache still not subsiding. The girl flew to her side. Yes ma'am. Don't close the window she said, the cool breeze is soothing my wounds. Ma'am I must clean them now that you are awake. But it shall hurt immensely she said. Proceed Jolene it will not hurt more than it already does, and more than my heart aches.

Then the cleansing began. And Christy's tears muffled by her pillow, she only whispered one name Sebastian. When all was done, she looked outside the open windows and noticed that darkness had fallen. And she knew that the duke would return for her tonight once more. She trembled. Then her fears became a reality, the connecting door was flung open and the duke walked in. in his hand was the whip, he glared at Jolene, and yelled OUT! The poor girl took one last glance at her mistress and fled from the room sobbing.

It was time! Sebastian got out of the carriage, his eyes flaring red and his sharpened teeth emerge. Then he was gone into the air and to the window. He stood on the ledge peering inside, he saw her. On her front, her back exposed and saw wounds, scars, blooded scars, his heart leapt, then he saw him standing by her bed, in his hand a whip, and he was ready to strike.

All happened so fast, Christy closed her eyes awaiting the lash, she heard a thump, a growl and the duke's cry of pain. She lifted her head and saw two people fighting by her bed, and one wearing a cloak, a cloak! She thought, no it could not be! Sebastian she tried to move but could not. Then she heard a growl and the duke's cry of pain and he stopped moving beneath Sebastian. 

He rose then. Wiping his face she saw a glimpse of blood. Looked down at the duke and saw that his neck had been ripped at the side and blood was gushing out. He is dead she thought. Sebastian she whimpered. He flew to her side in an instance and she saw. Red eyes and sharp teeth. She shrunk back, and fainted away.

Chapter nineteen

She woke up to someone caressing her hair, a soft touch, then last nights vision came back on her and she jerked up. Sebastian! She screamed. I am here my love, here. He said. Sebastian she whispered. She tried to move yet the pain shot through her and she whimpered. He was there holding her, cradling her in his arms, don't move my love I am here.

Then she remembered what she saw and said what are you tell me? I saw you last night tell me what are you?

His eyes looked deeply into hers as he slept beside her on the pillow and he said. My love I am a rare creature. I am a vampire, a day walker. A rare breed amongst my kind, I survive on human blood to live, yet I am rare because my mother was not a vampire she was turned after she had fallen in love with my father.

Turned? She said. How? 

He bit her and did not feast on her, and she was turned to become like him. A vampire!

A vampire knows no pain, no sickness, no wounds and they do not age. They thrive at night and only daylight will kill them. I am a day walker daylight has no effect on me.

So if you turn me, my wounds will fade? She whispered.

Yes my dear. But I cannot turn you unless it is what you want. Christy he placed his hand in her hair. Do you love me? Do you want to live with me till eternity? It is a decision you will make. I love you Christy. I cannot bear to lose you. If I am not to turn you I will keep you here in my arms. I shall not let you go.

Tears trickled down her face, tears of joy. How she had longed to hear those words. No one had ever loved her, not even her parents. I love you Sebastian. She moved in pain, yet forgotten by her fulfilled heart she hugged him and kissed his lips. I want to spend eternity with you. I want to bear your children. I love you. Turn me please my love.

That was all he had to hear. His fangs suddenly showed she glared at them, not afraid this time. And he said. Offer me your neck my love, I must bite you.

Christy leaned her head sideways offering him her neck and that pulse he craved. His lips descending to kiss her, then a sharp bite! She grabbed onto his shoulders and inhaled deeply a little whimper escaping her lips. Then it was over. He kissed her neck and said now my love you must rest. When you wake you will be a different woman.

She lay back upon the pillows. Watching him lick his lips lightly and he gathered her in his arms and his final words were; I love you Christy.

Chapter twenty

He kissed her lips lightly, stroking at her breast, murmuring words of love and pleasure, whispering her name softly after each kiss. Hey eyes fluttered open; she was gazing into his eyes. She shifted and noted that there was no pain. Yet there was a hunger, a deep hunger. Lifting her arms around his neck she brought him down upon her and began to move slightly beneath him. Whispering my love!

The clothes disappeared, the moans and cries of pleasure floating in to the night as he took her gently, lovingly and caringly. 

When they were both spent and exhausted. She finally whispered. Sebastian I am hungry! 

I know my love! This is where I come in. I can turn you into a day walker my dear, you must bite me and feast upon me. Her eyes widened as soon as he took her fingers and placed them upon the pulse at his neck and suddenly she felt her teeth sharpen and the hunger took over. She drew in softly for the bite. Her teeth sank into him, biting him, then the rush of warm blood on her tongue as she lapped and sucked at his wound.

Sebastian, his heart beating fast, he held his love by her hair, fingers twisting and pushing in to his neck, knowing that soon he should stop her, as soon as she had her fill.

Then she pulled back, licking her lips. Then taking his, kissing him fiercely, sitting astride his lap. His shaft had grown harder, and his heart still raced. He grabbed her hips and lowered her upon him. She moaned, arched and scratched his back. Feeling him take her harder and fierce as their mood. Till they both came wildly and their cries echoed into the night. For they were joined, through blood, soul, and heart till eternity.



The Vampire Alastair



Hi everyone please please please please leave your comments and please please please leave votes- the comments would be useful as i do plan on continuing the story but i need some ideas if you guys don't mind sharing thanks a bunch and enjoy- oh this story is also linked with a poem that is awaiting approval and with other poems i plan to list on the website- they are all under the theme Tales of the Macabre (pretty self explanatory) these stories and poems are going to be morbid and creepy and altogether enjoyable the poem if your interested it called you're never famous till your dead again feel free to comment thanks - kaila :-)

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I Am The Vampire Alastair. 

Dramatic I know but I have never been one for subtlety, not even when I was alive. Before being born unto darkness I always preferred to paint a picture with my words. I always wanted to do more than to tell a story. Ironic considering that's what I plan to do now. Tell a story. Well, that's not entirely true what I plan to write shall be more than just story telling it will be a collection of my thoughts and feelings- a diary if you will; written not only in the form of date entries but it will also contain my poetic genius. 

I never was one for modesty. I should warn those who are of the faint of heart that this collection shall not contain happy endings, or be filled with love and romance. What I plan to write shall be of the macabre, it shall be terrifying, and it shall be horrifyingly phenomenal. By the end of it I will have achieved the very thing that I have set out to do when I began writing... to instil fear, revulsion and panic. I am not the hopeless romantic creature, who despite being cursed with this dark gift seeks to love and be loved. I am a killer and though I have found pleasure in the form of both men and women they all too quickly lose their appeal and are soon disposed of. Never forget I kill and I enjoy it! 

November 20th 2009

Where should I begin? Now that is an interesting question, I refuse to begin in the way that others before me have begun, with the mundane: I was born I lived, I was reborn. So instead I have opted for a new approach I will begin with the memories that have made the most impact on my 544 years of life. Of course I should also tell you that like most of our kind I am shockingly beautiful, although why this is a shocking factor I have no idea for the most terribly creatures that have plagued mankind leaving behind terror and carnage in their midst were beautiful. Ted Bundy, Paul Bernado and the most terrifyingly beautiful of them all Satan.

I suppose it's what draws our prey to us- I mean consider it for a moment if a creature as hideous as the recluse Quasimodo were to approach you with the intent to kill you a reasonable person would run away. But like most poisonous flowers appearing so delicate until their venom pulses through the veins of their victim so we vampires appear, our victims flock to us like the proverbial sheep to water. Many of our kind were turned in the very prime of their youth; the most deadly of our kind appear as little more than children. 

I am over 6 feet tall with shoulder length wavy black hair and vivid green eyes a long straight nose and as if to add insult to injury I have dimples! HA! As if I would need any of these aesthetics to lure the trusting ignorant fools to their death. Even when I was truly alive (and I say truly alive because I don't consider this form of animated existence being alive I am little more than an animated corpse when one really gets down to it) my appearance caused lust in the eyes of many and even in this 21st century men and women still clamour fervently in their desperate attempts attract my attention.

I have the physic of a 23 year old male but if one were to look just that little bit closer you would see wisdom well beyond my years in the very depths of my eyes. Not that I would permit it unless of course as previously stated a particular human took my fancy. I believe that it would also be prudent to acknowledge the fact that there are two sides to The Vampire Alastair. I have christened myself the Beast within or I sometimes go by The Vampire Alastair. When I am in control I feel no remorse I kill at will and delight in it. I feel complete and utter ecstasy when feeding upon my victim I feel their heart stutter to a complete stop. I reach a peak when the last breath from that unfortunate soul whispers through their lips. Terrible I know; and yet I can't seem to care. 

Then there is the pitiful, whining snivelling eternal thorn in my side Alastair. He sickens me to no end make no mistake if there were a way to eradicate this festering abscess I would. Alastair might be what one would call a conscience. 

Pathetic I know! The cold blooded vicious Vampire Alastair has a conscience who constantly berates him for doing something as insignificant as feasting upon a family of 5 how charming! I mean really killing 5 people is no worse than the time I wreaked havoc on London during the 1700 at the time they called it the plague. 

Now unfortunately as much as I would desperately wish to claim that all the carnage and mayhem caused during that era was my doing I must admit I did have help the plague had been around since the 1400's however the situation was made drastically worse by myself at least I can claim that much. 

Let's review the symptoms shall we: swelling around the groin or armpit by this time I was 250 years old and tired of the conventional ways of drawing blood from my victims and thus sustaining life. I became more creative! Whilst my chosen quarry had fallen into a drunken stupor as was often the case during these times I would tie a piece of rope either around either the genitals or just above the armpit and wait for the blood to collect in that area. What excited me the most was that it would take only minimal amount of pressure from my teeth to cause the blood to gush straight into my eager waiting mouth. 

Symptom number two black or red spots now given the fact that this was 17th century London and the bathing practices of the inhabitants left much to be desired a simple cut or bruise having become infected would fester and spread beyond control becoming rather painful. Thus you have symptom number three. 

Symptom number four tiredness coupled with the pain made it hard for the victim to sleep. Like a ravenous beast once that warm, thick life sustaining elixir enters my mouth it starts a frenzy within me- it wasn't until well into the 18th century that I learned to take my time and play with my victims, resulting in the victim feeling lethargic now due to the fact that as I stated before hygiene was not on a persons top list of priority back in those days resulting in people sharing their tiny accommodations to household pets such as ticks, fleas, cockroaches as well as rats disease was rife! I do believe that the largest killer of human beings second to me and God of course is disease. A single disease can wipe out whole colonies in the space of a few weeks. 

Symptom number five an increased temperature leading to pressure on the brain and nervous system resulting in incoherent speech patterns. Symptom number 6 swelling of the groin, armpit and neck (now I said I was tired of conventional means of sustaining life not that I abandoned them altogether) which caused bleeding under the skin causing decolouration of the skin to a blue/ purplish tinge resulting finally in the last and by far my most favourite symptom Death! 

As I was saying that eternally infuriating thorn in my side Alastair, has often voiced his opinions about my feeding habits. No voiced would be putting it lightly he screamed and howled spewing some moronic crap about being an abomination and deserving to be punished et cetera et cetera et cetera. You see I very rarely pay attention to him. And after 500 years I have gotten rather good at ignoring him completely. If I try hard enough, I can for lack of a better phrase contain Alastair within a locked room inside my subconscious. However this can be a rather taxing and tiring task and sometimes, well I let my guard down and Alastair makes his resurgence and I find myself imprisoned in the same said jail that I built for that pathetic excuse for a vampire Alastair, presenting a situation that vexes me to no end. 

Now on the few occasions that Alastair has made a resurgence he struts about like some vampiric messiah refusing to take human life instead opting for either and it pains me to say this drinking animal blood or appropriating two litres of 0 negative. By appropriating I mean he steals from the hospitals which to me is being totally and utterly hypocritical, he wont kill but he will happily deprive little Johnny what's- his- face of a life saving blood transfusion of 0 negative. 

Hmm Alastair the righteous, Alastair the righter of wrongs the punisher of wrong doers the modern day vigilante. Ladies and gentleman I present to you Alastair, the blood thief! Hmm I wonder what Alastair would do if people found out about Tobias!

November 29th 2009

Yes I know I haven't written in a couple of days I haven't been in the mood. During my absence I was out feasting upon this scrumptious young run away. It was a cold, snowy night and I was out prowling the streets desperately searching for some mortal that appealed to me in even the slightest way. 

That's when I saw him! I watched him from afar a first, he was sitting on a park bench his hair was dirty blonde and was so long that his bangs continued to fall into his eyes. Every time that his hair fell into his eyes he'd give and exasperated sigh and push it out of the way only to have it fall back down again. He was fascinating to watch. He was beautiful! He shivered often due to not on the cold but also from his scanty attire he had his feet tucked up underneath him to retain some mere essence of warmth- He courted death that much was clear from where I stood. Well if death was what he wanted who was I to deny him? Finally I tired of watching him from the shadows like some peeping tom, no sooner had I thought of being at his side was I there causing him to take a sharp intake of breath at my sudden appearance. 

Once he had regained his composure he attempted to give me his best steely glare as I sat down beside him and continued to gaze at him in awe. Taking in his soft and delicate features delighting in what I saw there: a long straight nose lightly peppered with freckles, a soft well rounded almost pouting mouth that begged to be kissed, eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in the bluest of oceans. An altogether pleasing face, one that however hinted at hardships that forced this young beauty to grow up much too quickly and to view the world with an old man's cynicism.

Continuing my detailed inventory this time noting his slight frame that had become increasingly tense as his discomfort at the current situation heightened, I noticed long arms that tapered off to thin wrists and long sensual fingers. In my time many a painter and classical pianist would have sold his soul to the devil for hands such as his. Allowing my eyes to trail further down I noticed long luscious legs hidden behind dirty denim jeans. I having finished my inventory concluding that this was the most mouth watering mortal that I had even beheld he spoke, pulling me out of my revere he said me in the most attractive voice I've heard in years "See something you like freak!" "As a matter of fact" I replied calmly refusing to break eye contact with my victim "I do". In one quick and fluid motion he was up and backing away. Hmm this was always my favourite part where my chosen victim sensing that something just wasn't quite right attempted to disentangle themselves from their current predicament.

Usually I waste no time in killing my victim but for this one I wanted to have a little fun. I allowed him to run; I revelled in the fact that by running away he unknowingly made himself all the more desirable. I followed him through the park allowing my approach to be heard on the crisp snow. I could all but taste his panic in the air- I could practically dance to the sound of his heart racing as I approached. His footsteps slowed, he was getting tired. Pity! just as I was really starting to enjoy this. How perverse I can be sometimes. He stumbled. I slowed my pace. I could see him frantically searching in the dark for me. I stared, watching, waiting.

I could hear Alastair begging me to leave him be "' HE'S JUST A CHILD"' he screamed. 'SHUT UP' I said softly I didn't care I wanted him I desired him so much I ached. I advanced I stepped on a fallen twig I applied pressure to cause it to snap. His heart raced! I walked slowly towards him; no need to rush really due to his actions and the weather there was no danger of being interrupted. And even if we were those who dared to have the audacity to involve them self in what was to take place would soon be disposed of quite quickly and effectively. 

I casually stood in his line of vision I allowed him to watch me as I watched him. I stepped forward for my advance he retreated further and further into the shadows. I lunged; he landed spread eagled on the ground with me pinning him firmly beneath me he uttered a single cry "' NO"' Oh! How he writhed and struggled against me attempting to gain some form of leverage to remove himself from my grasp, continually biting and scratching like a wild animal sensing its end. I must admit that I had underestimated that such a small creature would have so much fight in him, not that his efforts made a difference they only succeeded in making his blood pump much more furiously through his veins. 

I had his hands firmly secured on either side of his head he panted and pleaded with his eyes as I began to move my hips against him. There came once again that strangled cry "'NO"'. I was so utterly aroused I bent my head to those lips and he turned his face from me. I chuckled softly and began instead to kiss his neck, the underside of his jaw the tip and lobes of his ear. All the while Alastair howled inside me to free him. I paid him no heed continued to kiss the young ones collar bone alternating between gentle nips with my teeth to bathing it with my tongue. His breathing had become all the more ragged due to my ministrations on his pelvic area. Hid eyes had become glasses and when I bent once again to kiss his lips he offered no resistance instead he opened his mouth and sighed as my tongue waged a silent assault inside his mouth.

Finally having worked myself unto the point of no return with fangs descended I bit into him; he grunted and moaned softly he tasted like cinnamon slightly spicy yet oh so sweet! Positively intoxicating! I took my time drawing just enough blood into my mouth and savouring it like a rare vintage wine. Over and over I drank from him until his barely audible pants and whimpers filled the night time air. 

When I glanced up at him those ocean blue eyes had glazed over and his lips had parted slightly into a round 'O' of either pleasure or pain. He was beautiful! I lowered my head once more to his lips, fangs distended I drew the last trace of blood his body had to offer with a brief kiss of death. My body convulsed and shuddered as my soul travelled to the moon and back his blood coursed through my veins I felt like my whole body was immersed in heat an altogether pleasurable feeling. I felt alive (well as alive as a creature that's been dead for 544 years can possibly feel) Alastair wept that pathetic sap I refused to let him ruin my high so as usual ignored him and set about removing myself from the mortals tangled limb. As I stood I looked down at him the snow had begun to cool his body and cover those gorgeous eyes - shame I never did get his name.

Now onto more important tales I was going to tell you about Tobias. Now personally I can understand why Alastair acted in the way that he did Tobias was exquisite. A marvellous creature I would have chosen him myself. Oh! How I wish I had gotten to him first I really would have had a fun time with that one. Well being one for the dramatic and always striving to build up the tension to achieve a soul shaking climax, allow me to set the scene. It was one of those rare moments in which Alastair had mustered up enough strength and put me in my/ our cage: 

January 1st 1999

Into The Darkness Everyone has that capability of evil- That's what you tell yourself That desire to let loose all inhibitions- That's what you tell yourself That desire to let the beast free- That's what you tell yourself Oh! Sweet release Am I evil?  Am I the very thing that makes your blood run cold? Am I the very thing that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck? Can you feel me near? Can you feel the chill? Can you feel my breath on your neck, on your face? Close your eyes- feel me inside you? Let me out! Look into the mirror- what do you see? The sickly white skin contrasts with those violent red eyes Blood red- Oh! Yes blood red Blood you can still smell it- Feel it taste it even You can feel it as it gushes down your throat Oh! Sweet release Oh! Sweet ecstasy!  You burn for that thick life giving elixir Why do you deny me? Why do you ignore who you are? The monster at the end of every childhood tale The thing that goes bump in the night The creature under the stairs The beast lurking under the bed Call yourself what you will one thing remains certain One thing remains true You are a killer! And kill you must Kill you will: After all it's in your nature ...  Signed the Beast within: The Vampire Alastair 

Well as you have probably deduced being locked up in a cage doesn't exactly bring out the best in me. With this idiot at the wheel my whole entire appearance went to hell and was dragged back again kicking and screaming. Where I was once attractive, sinfully gorgeous I would have been lucky to get a retiring prostitute to follow me down a darkened alley to feed from. As a result of my constant berating this finally happened (I must say it was my most achieving moment to date):

The First Kill: The Chase

You catch his scent: he's frightened  He turns down the alley: its blocked He can't run any further and he knows it Just as he knows he's going to die His heart beats against his breast bone You sniff the air tasting the panic delighting in it After all you've been watching this mortal for months You've denied yourself for months And now you have your prize: You deserve him This beauty: This glorious being What will he taste like? A question you have asked yourself all those nights in the dark solitude  Oh! Those lips so soft: delicious even they have haunted your dreams You wonder gazing at him curiously should I kill him or do I keep him? Oh! Alastair such questions You step forward slowly Oh! So slowly Like a human hunter with a deer in its sights The idea makes you smile For nothing about you is human: Not your translucent skin Not your vivid red eyes Still slowly: Still exaggerating your movements Prolonging it as though you were lovers Hmm lovers! Such a thought Out of the gloom and into the flickering lights You stand before him glorifying in his presence and he in yours  His eyes open wide as you bare your teeth His skin is flushed: His mind tells you his name- Tobias Oh! You yearn for him: And he for you You step closer You hold him in your arms Your icy breath causes him to shiver He moans with anticipation You pierce the skin.... Signed the Beast within: The Vampire Alastair 

That's right boys and girls your hero Alastair gave into his cravings. And I bet you were probably sitting there begging him not to do it. Well firstly you were warned that this is not a story with happy endings if that is what you are after put this book down and go read some pathetic crap where the prince rescues the damsel in distress and they ride off into the sunset to live out their life happily ever after.