0 comments/ 26308 views/ 10 favorites Vampire's Kiss By: lavampiredenoir Night has fallen; I have awakened and taken to the streets, hungry. You don't see me, but you will...soon. I've been watching you, every night for weeks, And this is the night. I move gracefully, stealthily, Catlike, making my way through the streets and alleyways of this city. Hugging the darkness, like a lover in the night, Ready to strike...feeling the burning desire rise. I see you now...my prey...you are so exquisite, I can smell you from my distance...such a sweet scent. My tongue tracing over my teeth, so sharp. The craving growing within me. I want you my sweet, all of you. I will have you and I will soon embrace you and become intoxicated by you, by your succulent taste. Your blood, I want it now. But I'll wait. Alive...the blood coursing through you, Your breasts heaving with life. Life that I will take tonight. You will be my love, my victim...you really have no choice. So supple ...my vampire eyes can see all of your body, And I love what I can see, the nakedness under your clothes. And yet for a fleeting moment I think, Should I take this lovely life? Oh yes. Should a creature as lovely as you wither in my embrace? Should I drain you of that which you posses? Of that which will keep this old spirit alive in this young body? Should I take the sweet nectar of life inside of you? Yes! I step out into the street and move up behind you, Too fast for you to see, too fast for any mortal to see for that matter. You're just a few paces away from me; I could reach out now and take you, But I want to play with you tonight. Devious. Once more ...I move again, to an alley a couple of blocks ahead of you. You feel the breeze as I pass you so quickly. I want to see your lovely body from the front. I am so excited. You pass me on those sumptuous long legs, Not noticing me, you can't yet...I won't allow you to. When you do however, I, will become your lover tonight. Your lover. I don't allow myself to imbibe in, how is it they say in this decadent time? "Fucking," I'm a bit more gentle than that. But I remain a gentleman vampire. I will make love to you. I can, when I've fed well, I'm quite capable of it. And I will allow you that which you will want tonight, you will be mine, of that I am sure, no doubt. It is almost time to feed again and tonight...it will be you. We're going to do this my way. If you must know about me dear reader and victim, very well. A bit anyhow. I'll tell you that I am 228 years old, I was born into the darkness 200 years ago. My name is Lewis, no not Louis, I've read those books too dear reader. Good stories, good characters. Hell of an attitude on that Lestat, though. You won't get my "Interview." You'll get your life drained by me. It's what I do. I am what I am...a vampire, nothing more, nothing less. I gave up all the silly "what does it all mean?" shit over 150 years ago. "It " is all about blood now. And enjoying it more than usual sometimes, like tonight. My body is beautiful and athletic, My hair long and brown, very well kept, very clean. Eyes "fire and ice" blue. They see more than any mere mortal can. I have a voice that can entrance you, I've used it to my advantage, many times, on many victims. I've invested from the properties and monies of my victims, I live very well, call it robbery if you like, I call it essential survival. My clothing, of a fancy cut, Klein, Versace, Armani, and don't worry, I haven't spilled a drop of blood in 190 years. Men would die to have my body, my looks and features. Women would die to feel my body, to touch it. And believe me dear reader and lovely victim...many have. You will...tonight and many more after you to be sure. But you are a special exception my lovely one. One doesn't get this close as you will. I had many dark gifts bestowed upon me when I became what I have become. I have sharpened them well through the years in this dark life. They are as perfect as I am and beneficial to me. My voice as I said, mesmerizes my victims when used. My eyes possess hypnotic properties. I can read your thoughts and command them at will I can levitate into the heavens above control the winds, among many others, these are my favorites. Enough of this though...perhaps, maybe someday, if I get too bored... I'll put to paper my life story...I hunger for blood...yours. I'm going to savor this tonight. I'm taking you home. My home, where I will feed from you until you are dead. Then I will dump your body which will lose its beauty when I am done. A flash of lightning, a delicate rumble of thunder. Rain begins. A perfect night. A night for love. A night for my sensual kiss. I move with great speed, through the darkest alley ways, where only the evil men go and the bravest men do not. I emerge ahead of you on the street, near to where we will meet. The crowds waning outside from the rain. You are moving faster now to get out of the rain; I will take you soon in my arms where you will be helpless as a lamb. Mind you dear victim, I do not take the lives of the bum. The unfortunate, the elderly, the helpless, the children. Never. Unheard of, unspeakable evil to do such a thing, I spare these people of my evil. I have morals too. I believe in the heart of family. My parents loved me, it wasn't their fault I became what I am. So I do not kill parents. Unless, they do evil to their children. I'll know about by their thoughts. I love evil doers though, The ones who think that they're getting away with "it." I and the many who are like me; We love to hunt you. Great taste. The rich aren't bad either. A good taste in the blood and easily allured by fashion, flair and money. Also good when my money is tight. Vampires pay bills too. Men? Mostly the rich and the evil-doers, usually they are both, I've had politicians, entrepreneurs, drug dealers, (remember the little Escobar cartel massacre a few years ago?) Lawyers? For some reason or other...very tasty blood in those bastards. Women are the preferred kill for me. The richest and the sweetest blood of all, I am a man and lust endures. My sensuality and charisma are irresistible to them, and will be to you tonight, dear victim. I don't think, my beautiful one, that it will take much of my charm to lure you. But even if it does, so be it. I'll enjoy the challenge and the prize from it. Until this moment , I had placed one simple thought into you. Just a touch, not a violation or major intrusion on you. Three small words: DON'T SEE ME. and you haven't yet. I know where you are going, I've been there many times myself in that club. No one seems to care that many patrons have left and never returned. Tonight you will be another one. I hold a martini, dry in my hand, I can drink a bit of alcohol too. The techno music blaring, luscious bodies swaying. Makes a man lust for sexual depravation, makes a vampires thirst undeniable for hot, young blood. And now I wave a finger in your direction and issue a simple command into your thoughts... SEE ME. Suddenly, slowly your gaze falls upon me and your beautiful eyes cannot resist what you see. You are in love with me. From the very moment that I commanded you to look. You don't understand why, only that you must be with me, near me, embraced by me, part of me, loved by me. You come to my table, and ask me if I am alone. My ice blue eyes burn into your soul. You are powerless. I extend my finely manicured hand and offer a seat for you. Hypnotically, you sit. You begin to talk...telling me about you, all about you. And I listen, watching that lovely vein in your throat where my teeth will soon find themselves, but I could listen to your songbird voice all night...for all eternity for that matter. Too bad I won't though. Hours pass. 2 a.m. and you've moved closer to me, wrapped your arms Around me, touched me, even kissed me between drinks. Funny...you like Bloody Marys. what an irony that is. My thoughts stray elsewhere. Blood. I'm famished. Time to go. You whisper to me to take you to my place. Exactly what I've wanted to do, what I've wanted to do since I first saw you and since I first followed you that night and every night since then. We're up from the table, across the club. Your arm in mine, moving for the door, The excitement is building in both of us, I can feel it in you. You will get what you want tonight and so will I. Your life. A cab drive through this jaded city, and I let you whisper the things that you think you are going to do to me into my ear. You'll get some of it...and then some. I even embrace you and giggle at what you say, agreeing with you. I have lulled you into false hopes my dear. You truly believe that you are going to do those things to me? To my body? You haven't the vaguest conception what is going to happen, and I smile. The cabbie stares in the rearview mirror at me. Yes, I have a reflection. Anyone can see me in a mirror. Crucifixes and holy water, scripture, garlic, and stakes...all silly fictions. Well, actually I was staked once in 1889 in Chicago, hurt like hell, but I was o.k. only fire and the sun can kill me. The cab has stopped in front of my building. We're getting closer now, I can almost taste it. In the lobby toward the lift I can smell your excitement, your sex. In the lift car, you begin kissing and groping me. Out of the elevator and down the corridor to my suite. As I said, I live well. I open the door and you walk in, like you're home. I offer you a drink and you accept. Oh I can't wait until you are mine. "Do I want you?" of course I do. I want your body, your essence, your very life. Your blood. Blood is the life. And I want your life in me...it will be so succulent. You thrust your body against mine, grinding into my groin. You whisper into my ear to take you, and I will. To my bed chamber, I carry you kissing you all the way. A vampire's kiss is deep, no? and I will kiss you all over . Your neck is so soft and so fragrant is your body. The jugular is where I will end you. Where I will take you into the sweet, dark arms of death. I carry you to the bed. Black satin sheets, my favorite for sleeping, for loving, feeding. Your naked creamy skin will soon be writhing in passion and in death. You unbutton my silk shirt and begin kissing, nibbling, sucking on my bare chest. What natural ability! You would make a lovely vampire. I have worked my fingers ever more quickly than any mortal man and ever more gently to remove your blouse and undergarment from you. Your soft, supple gorgeous breasts are revealed to me, as beautiful and luscious as I knew they would be. Caressing them gently, kissing them, I trace my fingers around your torso and work my down your firm belly, so perfect. Sliding your skirt ever so gently off of you, I hear you moan to me softly, whispering to me what you want me to do to you. I will give you what you want. I will give you short-lived pleasure. You are naked, prone to me, on my bed, completely enraptured in pleasure as I work the tip of my tongue ever so slowly from the top of your foot, upward. Your scent so sweet, so sensual. YOU ARE MINE. At the top of your inner left thigh...I stop. You beckon me on. I reveal my teeth, but in your ecstasy, you don't notice...yet. I let the tiny sharp points pierce the flesh of your thigh. It has begun. The sweetest blood I have ever tasted in my 200 years trickles onto my tongue and I lap it up, hungrily. I decide to do a mortal act. I release my light grip on your thigh and move upward. And I let my tongue dip into your womanhood. A shiver down your body, a squeal of passion and delight from you as I lick and suck continuously at you, a light flow of blood still drips from your thigh as you beg for more from me. More it shall be my love. Over to your right thigh and I take a little more of the sweet red nectar of your life, and you still haven't noticed it yet. Touching yourself, you are too into pleasure to notice. To notice that death is coming. I have put out the light and I shall put out thy light. Up to your belly with soft kisses, inhaling deeply your sweetest scents. You beg me to do it, to take you. I will take you. I latch on to a gorgeous breast with my mouth, you cry out in ecstasy, while I stroke the nipple deeply with my tongue. Allowing myself the pleasure this time, a delicate puncture into the breast, and the blood flows onto my palate. Yessss! So sweet! If only you knew, if only you could feel the excitement that I am experiencing with this tonight. And now the pleasure has overcome you completely. And now you quiver uncontrollably, moaning passionate pleas, begging as never before. My fingers and hands and mouth working your body as no mortal can, as only a vampire can. And so now I enter you, into your body and allow you the pleasure of mortal heaven in these last moments of life. You beg me to let you take over from on top. Grant a last request. I let you. And I suck more blood from your breast, as you do. And now you sit up on my lap, grinding into me deeply With your gorgeous lovely hips. And now your orgasm reaches it's peak. And now you cry out with sheer joy. And now you lift my face up to yours to confess your love. And now I smile at you with my vampire's smile... And now you know. At first, the blood from the corner of my mouth confuses you, until You see your breast and then my smile. I raise you up into my embrace, we're above the bed now, floating in the air. Terror strikes you. You try to scream. Your mouth trembles, but no sound comes out. "Good-bye my love," I whisper..."No pain, no pain." And then my vampire's kiss sinks straight and true on the mark. Your lovely neck. OH BLISS! OH GOD WHAT PURE BLISS!! This is it! This is what I wanted From the moment I first saw you I wanted it, but never had I imagined that it would be such bliss. My teeth deep into your neck in this deadly lovers embrace, and the sweet, hot liquid of your life spurts out of you, over my lips and into me. I stop for a moment, look tenderly into your tear stained eyes, wipe them, and Kiss your lips, piercing them and drinking the blood, greedily. A kiss from a vampire. A true kiss of love. Your prone naked body is drained. I have done things to you, which no mortal ever could do And now no mortal or immortal will ever be able to do. And you, like me, shall never see the dawn of another day. But I live because of you. You're dead now, your beautiful body is lifeless and I took you at the peak of human pleasure and passion, just as I wanted it. No remorse. No regret. Your body will be another one of many to be found dead in some alley from a mystery bloodletting. I am a vampire. I live and I go on. Night after night as I have for 200 years, so what if you think me evil. I'll take what I want when I want it. My prowess is unstoppable, my thirst unquenchable, my desire is irresistible. Some night... you dear reader...will be my next love to be had. My next feast that I will enjoy, you might enjoy it too, until it is too late for you. I'll love you as you've never been loved before. And then, I'll kill you, with my Vampire's kiss. I Love You. The End. Vampires Kiss Camille touched up the dark purple lipstick, then moved her lips from pout to roll them together and ensure the material was evenly spread. Purple tipped fingernails ran through her dark hair, highlighted with streaks of white and lavender. Her violet eyes turned their attention to the dress, smoothing it out a bit upon her taut stomach. The black material made a lovely contrast with the lavender lace bra peeking out from the dip of material over her chest. The swells of her pale breasts filled out the satin material quite nicely and the dress itself only ran to about mid-thigh to show off toned legs leading into mid-calf black leather boots. “Not too bad if I do say so myself,” she proudly proclaimed before turning to the bathroom door and slipping out of it to re-enter the club. The booming bass of the Cruxshadows filled the club, her head bobbed lightly to it as she made her way to the bar. She could feel the eyes following her and made sure to sway her hips just a bit more suggestively than usual. Leaning up against the stone counter, Camille waited till the tender made her way over then ordered a green fairie, absinthe diluted with water poured over a sugar cube. It was a favorite drink of hers though she did miss the days that it was made with wormwood as that had led to some particularly interesting adventures. Thin fingers wrapped around the glass just before she turned around to push away from the bar and head towards the center of the club. She loved Goth clubs, they tended to revel in things that were natural to her like her pale skin and tendency towards dark clothing. Not that there wasn’t splashes of pastels that contrasted with the dark, colors that she would have never thought of in the age she’d been born. The people that made up the culture intrigued her, particularly their obsession with supernatural beings such as vampires and werewolves. That she could openly state what she was and not get a shocked or fearful reaction truly intrigued her and was one of the major draws to the culture. Another tended to be the rather openness and acceptance of sex and for Camille that meant the difference between life and death. Sex was more than pleasure to her, it was life itself, as she needed the energy generated in order to sustain her own existence. Her kind had two options in order to slake their thirst, the aforementioned use of sexual energies or by the better known consumption of blood. For her, she greatly preferred to receive the energy through sex, though she had before taken blood when needed, survival was survival. Tonight, like most weekend nights, she was on the prowl for at least one hot-blooded partner. The bottom of the dress swayed lightly as she began to move to the music, grateful for the resurgence of the use of the violin as it was one of her favorite instruments. Rogue had one of nicer voices, she thought, at least one that she would love to hear scream her name in bed. Considering he wasn’t there right now she just allowed herself to roll her hips as she made her way onto the dance floor, drink in one hand and eyes half lidded as she just felt the music roll through her. Being that it was early Friday night she could afford to take her time and just savor the fun of the early evening. Out on the sparsely populated dance floor she flowed, eyes mostly closed as she kept herself hypnotized with the music. With her strength she had little fear of attack so Camille could afford to be a little careless even if she was by herself. Time on the dance floor before it got packed was a precious commodity, not to be wasted in the least bit. For one part it was fun, but for another it began to make an impression on the young folks around the club. Some would mark her as well on her way to being drunk and thus an easy target, some would be genuinely interested, and the rest would have a rush of hormones edging them towards arousal and lowering their own guard. Her dances were carefully practiced to maximize sensuality and the occasional flare of the dress to show off the lavender lace panties underneath. Slowly she worked her way through the drink, taking her time so as to not have the leave the dance floor that quickly. Every time she looked up, Camille made a quick scan of the audience, watching it grow and watching the reactions she was getting. With a quick toss of her head, she finished off the drink and stepped off of the dance floor making a beeline straight for the bar. The dancing had given her a lovely sheen of sweat, making the light dance sparkle even more off the lightly glittered skin of her chest. At the bar she finally had her first approach, a young man dressed in black jeans and an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. Inwardly she smiled, not necessarily what you expected in this sort of club but he could also be a guy who just appreciated how Goth girls dressed. She’d met plenty of those and generally liked them, at least for the little bit of time that she spent with them. “Buy you a refill?” He asked politely enough. Her purple lips slowly smiled, “sure. It’s a green fairie.” Lips grew a little more into the smile as she saw the shocked look on his face, most likely at the strength of the drink. To his credit though it didn’t stop him from getting the bartender and ordering her the refill. Once the order was placed he turned his attention back to her, “I’m Steve.” “Pleasure to meet you Steve, I’m Camille,” she slightly slurred her name on purpose and saw a little note of glee in his eyes. It gave her a little chill down her spine, even after all of these decades she still got a thrill when the hunt started in earnest. The feeling was almost as addictive as the stealing of energy. “Come here often?” she purred to him. “First time, friend of mine suggested I check this place out. Kinda was curious about Goths, he claimed that I seemed to be taking a turn towards them and said this might be a good place to start. So yeah, here I am,” he offered a little nervous smile. “You?” “Oh I’m a regular, like the atmosphere here,” when the drink arrived she leaned over and wrapped her fingers around it, bringing it up to take a sip. Over the rim of the glass she eyed him, watching him take a large gulp of his drink and smiling lightly to herself. ‘The game is afoot’ she told herself. “Care to join me on the dance floor?” When he nodded lightly, she gently grabbed him by the forearm and guided him towards the dance floor, pulling him to an open spot along a side. She took the lead in the dance, betting he would be more comfortable with it, and knowing few men could resist having a woman grinding up against them. It was a favorite tactic of hers, easy to pull off, looked normal, and highly effective. Using him like she would a pole, Camille pressed her backside against him and began to gently grind her entire back against the front of his body. Slowly she leaned herself forwards, placing more pressure with her rear against the bulge in his jeans, rubbing herself lightly against it. She could feel the stiff shaft through their clothes and maneuvered so that the crease of her rear was rubbing over it. Leaning forwards, she placed her hands on the floor and did her own imitation of twerking against him. Every few moments she would glance back to look at his face, then grin to herself and go back to enjoying the dance. Careful to not work him up too much, she made sure to occasionally put some space between him and her. Up and down she bounced, losing herself into the music as much as she could without losing sight of her prey. Every minute or so she checked his eyes, waiting till she knew that he was at the point of losing control and giving over to his more basic desires. When the moment was right she bounced up and pressed her front against him, leaning in to steal a kiss. Lips crushed to his, her tongue pushing into his mouth to seek out its counterpart. Breasts were pushed hard against his chest while one hand slipped down to cup his swollen member through his pants. She gently massaged the shaft, feeling him moan into the kiss. Her hand grasped his and quickly she led him off of the dance floor to the stadium seating along the walls. The club occasionally held shows and charity events, but when they weren’t in use for the events the chairs made an excellent darkened area to slip away. Camille gave a quick nod to the bouncer who was standing nearby the entrance of the stadium seats. Most of the regulars knew what went on in the shadowed seating but every now and then some young buck figured on taking advantage of couples that went up to the seats. With a little force she pushed Steve onto a chair, turned her back to him and straddled over his lap. A twist of her hips and the bottom of the dress draped over his lap. Her hand slipped behind her back to reach down and undo his black jeans, pulling free his swollen member. Quickly she guided him to her soaked slit and lowered herself to his lap, feeling him fill her. Vaginal muscles flexed as she began to work on milking his thick member. For the first few moments she just sat in his lap facing him, smiling down at the surprised look upon his face. Her pussy gently squeezed and relaxed over him, working the shaft gently. When his hands came up to her waist and took hold, Camille began to rise and fall slowly, moving only a couple of inches upon him. Eyes were locked with his, reading his emotions, watching the pleasure upon his face as she rode his stiff member. Her shoulders shifted, letting the thin straps of the dress drop down, fingers coming up to pull the material of the dress down to her waist, exposing the full lavender bra. Hands slipped back up her torso to slide under the bra and pull it up, revealing her breasts to him. Lavender lips curled in a smile as she watched his reaction, a hand coming to cup the back of his head and guide him towards a waiting, pink nipple. His lips parted, taking her into his mouth and beginning a soft suckle of her flesh. Her violet eyes danced across the stadium seats, bringing a smile to her face as she saw several other couples entwined in sexual lust. The feeling of hands reaching under her dress to hold her ass brought her back to her lover. Her fingers gently played in his hair as she allowed his arms to set the pace of her riding. Faster she rode him, making sure to squeeze her muscles down on his shaft each time he penetrated her. When she felt him begin to tip over into orgasm her thighs moved faster, bouncing just a bit more. She held his head against her chest, careful that his mouth was able to reach air instead of flesh. Soft moans were flowed into his ear as she egged him into cumming. Seconds later she felt the first blast begin to coat her insides with his seed. Dropping down into his lap she closed her eyes, feeling the energy of his orgasm begin to feed her. While the time was short the sexual energy was tremendous, filling her like a meal would a human.