4 comments/ 15276 views/ 7 favorites Vampire's Plaything Ch. 01 By: CharismaK Deborah's senses tingled as she witnessed the man with sandy blond collar length hair stroll into the room. To her, he appeared to glide as he carefully weaved his way in between writhing bodies and found a dark corner to observe the happenings of the office party. Immediately, his eyes fell upon her. A shiver caressed her body, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. It was as though he called to her. Every move he made drew her near, piquing her curiosity, dulling her senses more than the wine she drank, and lowering her defenses. His gaze sliced through her, causing her to feel as though she were encased in an invisible tomb. Deborah's breathing labored as the muscles within her stomach coiled. Her core clenched, and dripped with moisture. A moan escaped her lips as her nipples tingled and lengthened as they pressed hard against her lace bra. Her head began to spin, and she braced herself against the wall. Her heart raced as electrifying currents danced over her skin. An invisible, overbearing weight pressed against her, and she yearned to cry out for help. Fear set in as she realized no one gave her a second glance. For a few moments, she was separated from the entire crowd. A gasp escaped her lips as she realized she'd been denied the ability to move. Soon, pleasure embraced her as invisible hands explored her breasts. Her nipples grew erect, against the lace material of her bra, and she tried to scream, but could not. As though to chastise her, unseen fingers squeezed her aching nipples, and she closed her eyes. Whatever this force was, she knew there was no choice but to surrender, wholeheartedly. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as a hand lifted her skirt and wove its way inside her panties. She heard her own moans as hot cream flooded her black lace thong while the other hand rested upon her throat. A finger lightly stroked her slickened clitoris, sinking deep into her drenched crevice a few times. She shuddered as the intense climax hit her like a locomotive, coursing along at one hundred miles an hour. Although no one paid attention, the heat of embarrassment caressed her face as the last waves of her orgasm filtered through her wanton body. Either this was some twisted wet dream, or she was drunk as a skunk. Maybe, one of the guys were playing a sick joke on her. Deborah wrestled with so many explanations, and settled on nothing. Suddenly, the weight lifted from her body, allowing her some movement, but only for a few blessed seconds. The moment she tried to leave, the force pressed hard against her, pinning Deborah against the wall once more. There was no one within close proximity of her at the moment, and the urge to retaliate was powerful. Whoever was doing this to her was damn lucky she was incoherent, or their nuts would have been served to them on one of those silver platters. Well, perhaps once she was freed. Perhaps she was going crazy, there just was no other reliable explanation. Then, she heard a voice within her head. "Later in the evening, we shall be alone. You will be all mine. A man's stern face flashed in her mind, like lightening across the heavens. "You did not see me, I was never here. You shall remember nothing, until we meet again." Moving away from the wall, Deborah shook her head and drifted over to the corner, not too far away from the assortment of fine wines. Holding her head in her hand, she took in a few deep breaths until the dizziness subsided and her breathing returned to normal. Blinking, she looked around the room, searching for....For the life of her, she couldn't remember what had happened several moments ago. It was as though her mind were a blank. Suddenly, appeasing thoughts of wringing her cousin's neck danced within her head. She really didn't want to be here. Two hours had passed since they arrived, and that seemed to drag. Deborah looked around the room, but Melissa was nowhere to be found. She became bored of mingling with those who were somewhat sober, like herself. Deborah's mind drifted to her drenched thongs. Had she gotten busy with someone after a few shots of tequila and some wine? Why the hell was she so aroused? Impatiently, she made her way across the room where hors d ouevres and other appealing foods were located. With her mouth watering, Deborah picked up a small plate and collected a few raw veggies along with some blue cheese dressing. Raging hunger dug at her insides as she nibbled on broccoli, celery, and carrot sticks. The next table possessed thin slices of roast beef and other enticing meats that the food servers had displayed. That would be next on her list. Every time she drank, she craved meat. As she ate, she carried on interesting conversation with a few others who worked in her finance department, until she grew tired of the crowd. Seeking refuge, the desire to be alone overwhelmed Deborah and she sought a spot where no one would bother her. She had eaten and mingled with a few folks, now sleep called to her. To occupy herself, she began to study people. Standing in a corner, she observed how her co-workers flirted with one another, as though Monday morning would never arrive. Melissa would definitely get an earful, Deborah decided as her mind drifted to a faceless man. She shook her head again and frowned. Sighing, she returned her thoughts back to the party. Melissa begged her to accompany her once discovering her boyfriend had broken up with her. Feeling sorry for her cousin, she decided to go, against her better judgement. Folding her arms across the softness of her breasts, Deborah leaned against the wall, studying the crowd before her. Why had she let Melissa drag her to this damn party, with a bunch of snotty drunken ass hats? Again, something clouded her mind. A handsome stranger with eyes of ice blue came to mind. In vain, she fought hard to recall his face, but she could not. Deborah only remembered his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Strange. She had not recalled the man working in their office building. He must have been some stranger who wandered in from another party. For some unknown reason, her body ached to be filled. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she recalled those eyes. This was the worst party she ever attended in all her years at Teknet. Boredom seared her soul as she drifted across the room to obtain another glass of wine. It was a damn good thing she wasn't drinking her usual, Jack and Coke. Oh, but of course, they did not have that at this party. Stephen Mackanovich approached her, probably contemplating on bedding her down for the night. She shuddered at mere thought. "Deborah, how's it going?" Stephen poured himself a glass a wine while flashing his infamous cheesy grin. Her hand tightened around the glass, imagining it was his neck. Stephen was not an unattractive guy, but his personality made him appear so. "Awesome, couldn't be better." Deborah flashed a fake smile of her own, turned her head, and rolled her eyes. Inching her way towards the end of the table, she tried in vain to put distance between Stephen and herself. She sighed in a loud manner as Stephen closed the distance between them. "Say, how about we leave and go to my place?" Stephen chugged the wine, almost emptying his glass. His eyes were glassy, and he lifted a brow as he waited for Deborah's answer. "No thanks, I'm waiting for Melissa. Once I find her, we're leaving." Deborah sighed, reaching for another bottle of wine. She'd better be careful because the wine was going straight to her head. She knew Stephen was waiting for that opportunity of weakness, to take advantage of her, then spread it all over the office come Monday morning. "Aw, come on, we can have some real fun. This party is a drag, wouldn't you agree?" Stephen squinted his eyes and struck one of his masculine poses, hoping it would turn her on. Deborah stifled a giggle as she pictured him standing before some full length mirror, practicing masculine poses to go along with his weak ass lines. For a fleeting moment, she felt sorry for the self-proclaimed stud. She studied him for a few seconds until nausea claimed her. Deborah recalled all the stories floating around her department of his conquests with a few unsuspecting women. He had no problems sharing with his sales team until it circulated and traveled through the entire building. Suddenly, anger burrowed itself into her soul, and she gave into it. Stephen never suffered the backlash from his exploitations, but the women sure as hell did. "Listen, I'm in no mood for your games, I'm not going to be your plaything! Got it?" Deborah stared him deep in the eyes, making him squirm. "Look, Deborah-- "Don't you ever approach me in this manner again. Do I make myself clear?" "Yeah, whatever you say." Stephen stepped away from her while observing the room. This would give his sales team something to buzz about. It was rare for any woman to reject Stephen. She hoped they were watching somewhere within the crowd. "Good! Oh, and I better not hear any false rumors about me. I know how you are Stephen." The man did have a habit of speaking untruths of women who had enough common sense to reject his advances. "If you do, I'll have HR on your ass for sexual harrassment so fast, you won't know what hit you. Do I make myself clear? I'm not the one buddy, don't fuck with me!" "Look, I don't want any problems." Stephen's eyes grew wide as saucers. God forbid if he were to ever lose his cushiony high end sales position. He was one of the heavy hitters of his sales team, and possessed several of the company's major accounts. Deborah slammed the glass down on the table and stormed towards the crowded dance floor in search of her cousin, leaving Stephen with a shocked look upon his face. As she walked away, she turned to shoot him a venomous look. "Mother fucker!" Deborah released the words through gritted teeth. Sabrina, the administrator on the fourth floor tried capturing her attention. "Deborah!" The woman called her name with urgency, waving her arm in the air. Frustrated, she pushed aside a few drunken bodies who didn't care if they were anyone's way. "Sabrina, have you seen Melissa?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you! Your cousin left with Glenn! She apologizes for leaving so soon, but she figured you could catch a ride home with someone." "What? That trifling little she-bitch! Wait until I catch up with her ass!" Deborah clutched her purse against her body as another admin brushed against her without excusing herself. "I can't believe this! Damn you! Excuse yourself next time Marlena! Rude ass!" Deborah grunted as the woman glanced over her shoulder, giving her a half smile. "Arrgghh!" Deborah's temper inched higher and she gritted her teeth. "Calm down Deborah, you know Marlena can be a bitch. She's not even worth it. Honey, I can give you a ride home if you'd like." Sabrina's eyes dealt her a gentle caring sympathy that would have otherwise comforted Deborah if she wasn't so pissed. "No, you live in the opposite direction across the Bay Bridge. I can't expect you to do that, plus you've been drinking yourself. Better be careful. I need to leave now, I'm tired and frustrated. I swear, if I have to spend another moment in this place, I'll cuss someone out for sure. "Okay, suit yourself. Really, it's no bother." Sabrina arched a brow before departing from Deborah. Shrugging her shoulders, she disappeared into the crowd. A feeling of loneliness surrounded Deborah as she exited the party and entered the lobby of the steakhouse. Lucky for her, it was June. Perhaps a good walk would clear her mind. Pulling her BlackBerry from her purse, she dialed information for the nearest cab company. Sitting down in the lobby, Deborah began checking her email to occupy herself. Half an hour passed, and she called the cab company again. This time she was unable to get through. Impatient, Deborah rose to her feet and strolled out the door. A warm breeze caressed Deborah's face, and flowed through her hair as she peered at the full harvest moon lounging in the night sky. Invisible fingers seemed to skitter down her spine, and she grimaced, thinking it was just a chill. "Someone must have stepped in my grave." Deborah said out loud and laughed, remembering sayings her great grandma Kelly shared with herself and other great grandchildren. The memory of the feisty old woman who had passed years ago when Deborah was only eighteen seemed comforting to her at the moment. Her mind cleared as something deep within screamed for her not to leave the safety of the restaurant. Stopping in her tracks, Deborah looked around to make sure no one was lurking in the shadows, then chastised herself for being such a baby. Hell, she had walked down pitch black dirt roads of Rice, Virginia as a teenager when she visited her great grandmother. Many of those old dirt roads harbored small cemeteries where families buried their dead. She laughed as she recalled how she used to read the names on the old weather beaten headstones, dating back as far as the Eighteenth century. There was nothing for her to fear on this night, she told herself. Cursing under her breath, she wondered why she didn't drive herself to the party. Oh well, no use in crying over spilled milk now. The small town of Ferndale appeared to her like a town out of a horror flick. It was only eleven o clock. With the exception of a few cars traveling the road, Ferndale was totally deserted. Deborah tried calling the cab company and a shred of hope ignited within her as a man answered the phone. "Dwyer's Cab Company." "I called for a cab over an hour ago. Did you guys forget about me?" Uneasiness crept into her being and she glanced around, not wanting to lower her defenses. "No maam." The man's lazy voice filtered through her, igniting her temper. "We sent a cab out, but no one was waiting out front." "That's impossible, I was there, I didn't see any cab!" Now Deborah was really pissed. She clenched her teeth and bit her lip. "Look, hurry up please. I don't feel like walking the entire way home. I'm at Fifth Avenue and Main Street. Do you think you can manage?" "Yup, I'll send him your way." "Ain't this some shit!" Deborah yelled at the top of her voice, releasing her frustrations. "I can't believe this!" A shadow caught her attention out the corner of her eye, causing her to quicken her pace. Clutching her purse, she scanned the area. She tightened her grip around her keychain containing pepper spray. Whoever was lurking in the shadows would get a double dose of the stuff in their eyes, and she'd haul ass. She felt someone behind her, but discovered no one as she turned to look. Someone had been behind her. Something flew over her head, casting a shadow onto the dimly lit street. Fog appeared out of nowhere, and a overwhelming presence stopped Deborah dead in her tracks. The fog harbored a tall shadow with glowing blue eyes, forcing her to retreat the way she had come. Fear struck her like lightening and she swallowed hard to dislodge the knot within her throat. "No way." The words deserted her mouth without her knowledge. Fear encased her, causing her pulse to quicken. A feeling of dread and despair affected her so much that her body began to tremble uncontrollably. The shadow continued watching, causing her to feel as though her feet were rooted to the pavement. Stubborn, Deborah was determined that what ever the thing was, it would not get to her. Her hand dipped within the black leather bag, retrieving the BlackBerry without even looking. She dialed 9-1-1 until an invisible overbearing force caused her to drop the only means of communication she had. The shadow glided toward her. In a panic, Deborah opened her mouth to scream, but words escaped her. The fear intensified, constricting around her being like a deadly vise. She fought to free herself from the alien force beckoning her. She recognized his presence, and the voice."You can't deny me." The voice had returned. It was almost comforting, lulling her into a false sense of security. Even so, Deborah's mind fought hard to reject it, and relief filtered through her as she heard a vehicle approaching from behind. The phantom shadow hissed and retreated into the mist, freeing her of the overbearing weight. Deborah bent down, picked up the BlackBerry and ran towards the taxi, waving her arms. Her limbs felt heavy, causing her to feel as though she were walking through some unseen force that slowed her down. Regardless of that feeling, she fought hard to gain her freedom. The taxi pulled off onto the side of the road. Heart racing, Deborah reached for the handle. She looked ahead to where the phantom once stood and saw nothing but the empty street bathed within dimly lit street lights. Quickly, she slid into the cab, closing the door and locking it. She closed her eyes as she fought to control the way her body trembled. "Gee lady, you look like you just saw a ghost." The taxi driver glanced in his mirror before pulling away from the curb. "You okay?" "No! Didn't you see that thing behind me?" Deborah gripped the door handle of the cab and squeezed as hard as she could. She had to have been losing her mind. "What thing? Miss, you were the only one out there from what I could tell. Was someone bothering you?" "No, there was a shadow, and it had blue glowing eyes--Diana blurted everything out, then silenced herself, realizing what she just said. The man would probably think she was crazy and kick her out onto the streets. That was the last thing she wanted. "Um hm, smells like you've been drinking." The cab driver laughed. "Where to?" Deborah folded her arms, looking out the window at the spot where she'd seen the phantom. Fear flirted with her again as a chill cut her to the quick. Up ahead, a fine mist formed, then disbursed as the cab drove through it. She thought she heard laughter, but wasn't sure. "Miss, you mind telling me where you're going?" The cabbie glanced in the mirror again, his eyes knitting together. Deborah could tell he was becoming frustrated. "Twelve Twenty-Five Acacia Road in Harland Run." Deborah squirmed in the seat as something compelled her to turn around. As she gazed out the back window of the cab, the dark shadow appeared to hover in the middle of the road, surrounded by mist. His eyes flashed an ethereal blue, igniting a tingling feeling deep within her. Her head ached, and she shuddered as his warning shot through her veins like ice water--- "I will have you. Next time, there will be no escaping, and you will suffer unto me." Teeth chattering, Deborah turned around, sinking into the seat of the taxi.... * * * * Alain DuBourg stood in the middle of the street, staring after the cab. Next time, he'd corner her at home. She was the spitting image of Josephine Lacroix, the slave woman he freed in the British colony of Jamaica. His fists clenched together remembering that painful day on August 1, 1838 when Josephine confessed her love for another. Then, he was human. Vile curses sent him reeling into the realm of madness, and he loathed even life itself. On his soul, he promised Josephine would suffer for eternity at his hands. Without a fight, he turned his life over to darkness, creating a stone mausoleum around his frozen heart. A black sickness seeped into his being, traveling throughout his body while poisoning his soul. The hatred and pain settled within and grew, transforming Alain into an empty shell of a man with no emotion or regret. He sought revenge, and on the flames of hell he invited it in. Nights after Josephine departed, Alain met his fate, his maker, the one who granted him everlasting life.... Vampire's Plaything Ch. 01 His cock ached with need at the thought of having his way with her. Afterwards, he'd take great pleasure in draining her life force, the way he should have done centuries ago. She would die while he survived, and he would finally reap the reward of revenge for the broken heart she caused him then. Enraged, Alain threw his head back and released an eerie tormented shriek into the deserted night. To Be Continued.... Vampire's Plaything Ch. 02 Deborah paid the driver and bolted out of the cab, almost tripping over her own feet. As she raced up the steps to her three story town home, she dropped the keys. She noticed the cab had driven off, and the street was deserted and silent. Dim lighting was a major concern for her at this point in time. The silver moon, which now resided high in the starlit sky was veiled behind a band of billowy clouds. Deborah's stomach twisted into knots. She wished with every fiber of her being the sun would rise, but much to her dismay, that was five hours away. Cursing beneath her breath, she bent down and snatched the keys from the ground. As she continued up three more steps, an eerie feeling made the hairs on her body stand on end. It felt like someone was right on her heels. Frantically, she fumbled for the house key. The presence made itself known, and the force beckoned her once more. She gasped as thick fog, possessing a life all its own filled the street. "Oh God, please help me!" She shouted out. After finding the key, Deborah proceeded to unlock the front door with clumsy, fumbling hands. She turned again, gasping at how the fog had thickened. She experienced a small shred of comfort as she crossed the threshold to her expensive home. Before closing the door behind her, she made the horrible mistake of viewing the street again. There, in the mist stood an unmoving figure in black. Her chest tightened, and the palms of her hands became sweaty as she discovered fog and the figure were the only things she could see. Manevolent laughter infiltrated her mind, sending a chill down her spine. "Leave me alone!" Deborah screamed at the top of her lungs, fearing for her life and sanity. Tears brimmed in her eyes and splashed on her cheeks as she felt the darkness invade her aura. With shaky hands, she slammed the door shut and latched the dead bolt lock. Clutching her chest, she bumped into the ottoman as she searched for the light switch; as though it would make a difference in calming her fears. She stood, scanning over the plush living room to ease her fragile eggshell mind. Her entire body shuddered, and her limbs were heavy as she trudged over to the sliding glass doors to ensure they were locked. She cursed herself, and loathed the feeling at the lack of control over her shivering body. She was not used to this feeling of helplessness. A thud on the outside of her home startled Deborah, forcing her to check all three levels of her home. The home where she no longer possessed peace of mind. She bit her lip in utter frustration as she fled down the stairs. To her relief, the basement was secure, as were the rooms on the third level. Tired, she craved the comfort of her bed, and sleep, but at this point, that was not possible. Deborah flopped on her bed and flicked on the television. The night's events replayed themselves in her mind, and drifted to the one who sought to drive her insane. She cringed, because now the erotic experience at the party made itself known. It was as though someone allowed her access to that part of her mind which had been shut down earlier. The man with sandy blond hair flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes, fighting against the urge to masturbate. He was the one who offered her such exquisite torture, there in the presence of the entire office. This person was the one who stalked her, now taking up residence outside her very home. He was no mortal man, she knew. Her gut twisted as she pondered what he was. There would be no peaceful sleep tonight. Succumbing her tired body to it could mean her demise. One 'o clock, she murmured to herself. She rubbed her arms, to ward off the chill she was experiencing, and turned as she spied something move out the corner of her eye. "Hello!" There was no way in hell he could have gotten in the house, but then again, this phantom creature hid in the wake of an unnatural fog. It was quite possible he could do anything. She called out again. "Look, I'm going to call the police!" Unfortunately, that brought her no comfort. Deborah whisked out her BlackBerry and screamed at the lack of bars it displayed. Try as she may, 9-1-1 was not accessible to her. She screamed as she heard footsteps in the hallway. They were heavy, slow, and menacing, striking fear down the center of her psyche. "What do you want?" Deborah slid off the bed as tears streamed down her face. On all fours, she retreated to her large walk in closet and quietly closed the doors. "You." A voice called through the locked door. The voice was accompanied by a scratching sound, like claws. She squeezed her eyes shut and inched her way into a corner in the closet. She picked up one of her stiletto heels. She'd have no problem taking this thing's eye out. "Who the hell are you?" Deborah swallowed hard as she realized this was possibly her last moment on earth. The image of the phantom she encountered in the street embedded itself in her mind, and a chill sliced through her; turning the blood in her veins to ice water. The scratching sound started again, this time louder. He was intentionally stoking fear in her. "I am your salvation, and your damnation." His voice grew louder, he was now in the room. "I am the one you betrayed, long ago. I am the one who will reap the rewards of laying your soul to waste!" The voice was deep, and erotic, dulling her senses. It was demonic and angelic at the same time. Unable to move, like at the party, Deborah released a whimper from her lips. Heart pounding so hard, it hurt, throat so dry, it ached; she screamed aloud as the presence flung the closet doors open. Through the fabric of her clothes, she spied haunting blue, glowing eyes. The thing, this demon, or whatever he was inhaled. She could hear his breathing, and smell the slight stench of death. How could she have known what death smelled like? "I hear the pounding of your heart. It calls to me, my beauty, my sweetest Josephine." The creature inhaled again, "Ah, the blood coursing through your veins, sounds like waves of the ocean, hitting the sandy shores of a small island." Deborah screamed as hands of ice tightened around her ankles, and an unseen force pulled her from the the closet. Something made her drop the shoe, and she whimpered. She couldn't move now, and prayed for freedom, far from the demon seeking possession over her. In all this chaos, she observed the bedroom door, which somehow was still closed. Something pushed her flat on her back, and held her there. She looked up at the figure as light from the television caressed his pale features. Sweat beaded her brow, and her hands were clammier than before. The presence was strong, and penetrated her mind again. Her body froze and a scream died in her throat. She could barely speak as her mind clouded over once again. "Wh--what do you want from me?" Those words were all Deborah could manage. The creature knelt next to her. She struggled to move away, and cursed when she could not. "I've told you already. You vex my temper, woman. You should know, I am not a man used to repeating himself." She heard the fabric of her clothes tear, and in an instant lay naked and vulnerable before the beast. Icy hands traveled along her heated skin, stinging her skin with coldness. She shivered uncontrollably as her legs were pulled apart, and his fingers sought refuge in her wet crevice. Wet? But, how could this be, how could he have this affect on her when he scared the very life from her? "Please," Were the only word she could muster. God help her, she was enjoying this treatment. Deborah gasped as he summoned the juices from her throbbing pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut as her nipples hardened. Nails dug into, but did not penetrate the soft flesh of her thighs. She shuddered from the pleasure and fear of this unholy creature. Was he an incubus, a thing who sought her out for a night's worth of forbidden carnal pleasures? As though reading her mind, the phantom spoke. Both hands were now exploring her body. She sighed as they traveled over her stomach, to her round breasts. Cold fingers tweaked diamond hard nubs which ached for his touch. He interrupted the pleasure as he yanked his hands from her breasts. "I am Alain. My life ended evenings after you deserted me." His voice ended with a growl, and was as cold as his hands, causing goosebumps to erupt over her delicate flesh. Glowing eyes of blue glared into her soul, and a growl caused her to wince. He smiled, showing off a pair of fangs. "Alain," Deborah murmured as the blue eyes held her prisoner. There was something she needed to give him. She turned her head, her eyes still staring into his. Without regret, she revealed her neck to him. "My sweet Josephine, it is not your neck I desire to drink from." A hand toyed with her breasts, then slid down her belly, and into the soft thatch of hair on her mound. "You are sinfully wet for me, then again, any man's touch arouses you." Anger flashed in his eyes. "I discovered that about you centuries ago!" "Why do you call me Josephine? My name is Deborah." She blinked once, after not having done so for a few moments. She was aware of all that went on, and moaned as Alain's finger invaded her tight hole. Deborah's body enjoyed the creature's ministrations, and she moaned. Alain laughed, sending a jolt of wicked sensations to her core, and a death chill down her spine. "No love, you are Josephine, through and through. Do you want to cum?" Alain began toying with the fleshy bud that so craved his attention. "What do you want? What do you wish to gain, in this miserable little existence you call life?" "My name is Deborah." She continued staring into the sweet abyss of his blue eyes. She witnessed the vampire's face change into a grotesque mask of anger as he leaned over her, pressing his body against hers. "No Josephine, I will show you who, and what you truly are." She held her breath as the creature released her from his hypnotizing effects. His lips curled, baring his fangs, causing his nose to wrinkle in a sexy, yet animalistic way. With that, he slid down the length of her body, flicking his tongue in zones that brought tingling sensations to the depths of her core. He paused to spread her quivering thighs even wider while reveling in the wetness between them. "Oh, God!" Deborah moaned, turning her head from side to side as the vampire's tongue mercilessly lapped and nibbled at her swollen clit. She thought she'd climb the walls as his tongue slid inside her pussy, rewarding the creature with a flow of hot cream. Alain ceased his actions long enough to speak. "Not quite!" His cold voice swept through her like an Arctic chill. He paused a few seconds, then continued another series of tongue lashes against Deborah's quivering flesh. "Mmm, your taste is exquisite, just as I remember." She thrust her hips up, wanting him to devour her whole. An inhuman growl entered her ears, but at this point, she didn't care if she was becoming concubine to the devil himself. She looked down, viewing the strange face of the creature that brought her such maddening pleasure. It turned her on to see her wetness saturating his face. Longing sizzled her insides as she watched his wicked tongue slip from between delicious lips to claim the juices he'd coerced from her body. Please, don't stop." Deborah thought she'd die if she didn't have some part of of him deep inside her. Fingers, cock, or tongue, it mattered not. The fire down below ignited, full force; and she would continue to burn with her desire until he chose to quench it. "Wanting more, I see, as always. Sorry, now the time has come for me to fulfill my own desire, and hunger." Deborah cringed because his words struck a dark chord in her soul. While holding her gaze, he commenced to plunge his fangs deep into her inner thigh. "Uhhh!" Clenching her teeth, she rested her hands on the head of the beast, and threaded her fingers through silky hair. The pain intensified, then dulled, and was soon followed by a pleasure she'd never experienced in her entire life. Hot liquid seeped down her inner thigh as the creature continued feeding from her while toying with her pulsating pussy. Plunging two long digits inside her, he finger fucked Deborah until she screamed at the top of her lungs. Teetering on the edge of what she thought would be one of the best orgasms she'd experienced, images of another time and place flitted through her mind. An intense orgasm filtered through her body as she felt herself falling, and soon, unknown memories invaded her psyche. * * * Josephine Lacroix screamed as Alain shook her. She was peering into the eyes of a madman, but had she not provoked it? "I loved you! How could you do this to me, you manipulative whore? Why Josephine, why?" His face was three shades red as he released her, purposely putting space between them. "I will never forgive you for this!" "Keeping me in slavery isn't love, Alain!" Josephine spat back. Her heart raced wildly as she answered to him for her actions of loving another. "You vile bitch! You don't even have an inkling of remorse in your pathetic, black soul!" Josephine watched as Alain turned to her again, hatred masking his handsome features. "Did you know, it was Clarissa who informed me of your sickening tryst? My naivety blinded me to the truth, as I thought she sought revenge on you for what happened six months ago. The truth was revealed to me last night, as father lay dying, on his death bed! My father begged my forgiveness, and for me not to hold any ill will toward you!" Josephine remained still, casting her gaze to the polished, wooden floor. Remorse did not cultivate inside her like she knew he wished. Hopefully, he'd end this little temper tantrum so she could be on her way, to new beginnings with the new love of her life. "Alain, you kept me enslaved, even after the new laws passed! It was the prodding of your father to free me!" She watched as the man who declared his love for her paced the floors, casting her a seething look every now and again. "Is it true Josephine?" "Is what true?" "Don't be coy with me, woman. I believe in my father with every ounce of my faith, but I need to hear it from your lips." Alain's blue eyes pleaded with her, but she remained silent. "Do you love another, a man who used to be a slave? Have you plans of leaving me for him?" Josephine looked away from Alain's piercing eyes. She thought he'd kill her if she admitted to anything. It was best to remain silent. She loved him, at least she thought she did. Now, they had grown apart. "I'm a free woman now. You cannot hold me here, and I've stayed longer than I should, only for the sake of your father." Josephine's chest heaved as the very site of Alain repulsed her. "You use people, for your own desires, pretending to be a victim, when in fact it is the trust of others you victimize! God help me for loving you, but I do! I fear my heart will always be a slave to you. That is something I cannot deny. I shall remember all you have done, and carry it to my grave. Alain pointed to her. "You will pay for your actions, if not in this life, another. I assure you! Now leave me, before I do something we both will regret!" "I will pray for you, Alain," Josephine murmured as she inched towards the door, grateful the conversation had ended. "Get out, whore!" Alain roared at the top of his lungs as an object was hurled at her. She wasted no time scampering towards the door, now more than ever, concerned for her safety. She cringed as she heard a vase smash against the wall. Josephine continued to flee, down the stairs of DuBourg Manner and to the front door, listening as an enraged Alain continued his bout of anger. Her bags were waiting, and wasting no time, she picked them up and ran as fast as she could to the man, a former slave, whom she'd spend the rest of her life with. * * * With a scream, Deborah awoke to find herself naked and lying on the soft maroon carpet of her bedroom floor next to her closet doors. Her clothing lay in shreds beneath her. Sunlight filtered through the Venetian blinds, damn near blinding her. Dazed and slightly confused, she glanced around her bedroom. Last night, she could have sworn the blinds were closed. Dried blood clung to her leg, and she winced as she rose to her feet. Her body was stiff, and her mind fought to comprehend the strange dream she had awakened from. She reached down, touching her inner thigh and cried out at what she felt. Looking closer, she saw two small, slightly raised punctures. "Oh my God, oh my dear God!" Her pulse quickened, and her heart raced as she remembered everything. The vampire drank from her femoral artery. It was an exquisite pleasure, but her mind wanted to deny the occurrences of early this morning. Even more, she wanted to free herself from the haunting dream. Or, was it a past life he'd given her a glimpse of? The man, the vampire was human in this dream, and apparently, she'd wronged him. Deborah headed to the shower to ease tense muscles and wash away the dried blood. As she stood beneath the water, she stared straight ahead, her mind pondering many questions. Deborah remembered everything from the dream, or the memory. Was it possible for the vampire to implant his memories into her mind? She recalled the exquisite furniture of the magnificent home, and the extravagant bedroom where she and Alain argued. Had she really been a slave, in the British Colony of Jamaica? She'd been manipulative in gaining her freedom, but at what cost? Hell, why she should have regrets for her actions in a past life, nonetheless, one she had no memories of, until now? It was Saturday morning, and by nightfall, Alain would come for her. He may even kill her without hesitating. He ingested her blood, so now, he'd be closer to her than ever. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Her life was about to change for the worse, she knew it. * * * Alain lay in his coffin, witnessing the thoughts plaguing the mortal woman's mind. Thanks to him, she'd experienced a large dose of her past life. He so loved how he invoked fear and lust inside her. Licking his lips, he closed his eyes in remembrance of almost draining her dry, of her blood and juices. Even better, he savored her fear of knowing he'd return when the sun retired. He could hear her heart beating against her ribcage, and he laid out the blueprints for his revenge. Originally, he wanted to kill her, but longed to prolong her fear of death. He had followed her long enough to know her likes and dislikes. The sight of blood made her cringe, to the point of almost passing out. She was afraid of dying, and how she would die. Also, the thing she held dearest in life was her precious job and the man who provided her with her material possessions, and comfortable lifestyle. He snarled, knowing she once was a high end call girl and now was "kept" by a man fifty years her senior. He should have slain her then, the first time she turned a trick. Alain hissed at the thought of the man bedding Josephine. True, in this life, she was Deborah, but he chose to use her birth name, given to her in 1818. Fond memories came flooding back and he almost smiled. She had been born in the slave quarters of DuBourg Manner, and unlike her brother, Solomon, father never sold her. He was five years her senior, and when she was fifteen, he'd taught her how to read and write. As a teenager, she was so innocent, and child-like. Unknowingly to her, she'd captured his heart. When she turned eighteen, they confessed their love for one another. He remembered the day he claimed her virginity. It was all so crystal clear. From there, things took a turn for the worse. Vampire's Plaything Ch. 02 Two years later, laws were passed, and owners freed their slaves. Yes, he was such a selfish man, especially when Josephine spoke of seeing the world, exploring her freedom, as she put it. They had grown apart, and it killed him. Father had fallen ill, and Josephine lingered at DuBourg manner to continue caring for him, until Jacques convinced him to free her. The two had grown quite fond of one another, and Alain found himself becoming jealous, of his own father. Other memories entered his mind and he hissed again. He'd been made a fool of. He clenched his fists until his nails drew blood. Now, he held her in the palm of his hand. There was so much he could do to exact his revenge on her. At first, he was going to kill her, but now, seeing how she treasured certain things in her mortal life, he decided on alienating her from that which she treasured the most. Yes, revenge was indeed a dish best served cold, Alain thought as he plummeted into the sleep of the vampire.