0 comments/ 39185 views/ 6 favorites Vampire By: vampiremaster13 My name is not important. What is important is that I am a vampire. I was born in 1846 and still I hunger for the pleasures of the flesh. I am only 154 years old, so I still long for those pleasures. The pleasure of a woman’s body, the taste of her excitement, the scent of her, the sight of her body and the feel of her skin. All these senses heightened in my state. I can feel her soul too. I can never explain the feeling of her…well maybe I can. Literotica has good nights and slow nights. My blood boils as I walk through the rooms feeling the lust and the passion flowing through everyone, it excites me. My body remembers still, and responds to the pleasures of sex. I have many lovers that will allow me to feed on them and, in return, my passion is unequaled. Tonight I will meet my lover; she is someone very special to me. A friend and companion, she lets me feed on her regularly, excepting the risks with each feast. What risks you might ask? Let me explain. I see her chatting in the lounge. Her body silhouetted against the wall. I slip unnoticed into the back rooms without anyone greeting me. No one knows me here. To some I am a rogue, to others I am the ultimate sinner, but to all I am the hunter. I feel her follow me, into the empty room. She runs quickly after me, her petite figure trying to catch my long strides. Her hair wisps around her as she enters the room, her chest heaving and her heart racing from the chase. I can feel her blood pumping through her veins and the subtle scent of her womanly excitement. Normally a man would not notice, but my senses are heightening. I want her. My body is responding first to my primal need to feed and second to the urges of passion. She walks to me, I take her face into my hands. I tilt her head to my lips and kiss her softly. My lips are cold, but hers are warm and sweet. Slow, soft, short kisses to her, my lips warm as she returns my kiss. I sweep her up into my arms holding her close to me as my tongue slips into her mouth. Our tongues circle slowly letting our passions build. I kiss her cheek and down to her neck. Tracing the vein with my tongue, I lick up her neck to her ear. Nibbling at her ear, I breathe hot breath on her neck. My teeth nibble her ear tugging on it gently as, her lips let out a soft moan. I nibble at her neck, turning her around till I bite harder on the back of her neck, my fangs scrapping her neck as I turn her. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I gently stroke her nipples, pinching them firmly. “Yes, my lover.” She says. I reach down sliding my hand down her belly to tease her belly button ring. She arches her ass higher to me wanting me to enter her from behind. I hold her tighter to me, my cock against her ass, as my hand reaches down to touch her clit. Slow and gentle my finger rubs in a circle. Letting her hips move and set the rhythm, as I rub her clit. Feeling her body responding to my touch, her juices flowing in excitement, I press her over to the wall. Letting her hands hold her against the wall, she spreads her legs, opening herself to me. She lets out a low moan, as my cock enters her wet, swollen pussy from behind. I feel her cinch down on my cock as my hand continues to rub her clit. I lick on her neck, feeling her pulse against my tongue. My body responds, thrusting deep inside her as I feel her pussy squeeze my cock. I grip her breast, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple as we move together. Her moaning becomes louder as my thrusting becomes more rapid. I feel my body building its own excitement. Faster I drive into her pussy, my hips crashing against her ass as we move. I feel her body start to tremble as she builds her own wave of passion. My hand gripping her breast, holding her to me, as my hips thrust into her hard. I feel my controls releasing as my cock throbs inside her. Her pussy clenches my cock, milking it. I release my fangs as her orgasm begins. I sink them into her neck as she cums hard. Feeling me feeding on her drives her into another orgasm. The high is pushed higher as I feed on her. Her blood spurts down my throat, hot and spicy. I feel her inside me. My mind is awash with her passion and intoxicated by her blood. My orgasm sends me into bliss as I cum into her. My body washed over with primal sensations, my hunger processes me to feed. I am going over the edge of consciousness. Dizzy on her blood I let go of her neck. She orgasms over and over, as our souls touch, sending her onto heavenly ecstasy. She can feel my pleasure inside her as we are bound in mind and body. We both grip each other tightly as the waves crash down from there high. Breathing hard, I hold her to me. Her chest heaving as we collapse against the wall. I kiss her cheek. Breathing hotly on her neck, her body wiggles under me as I whisper into her ear, “I missed you.” She responds, “I missed you too.” The feelings inside me fill my body with the joy of the unselfish sacrifice she has made for my benefit and I feel my love for her. We slowly stand up and I lead her to a chair. She straddles my lap and we sit there quietly snuggling. I stroke her hair back over her ear and whisper,” thank you.” Vampire The vampire is impaling me over and over. His teeth deep in my neck, sucking in a measured pace as he works his jaw to grip my throat anew after each long draught. Enough to satisfy his need, or one of them, yet not too much to allow me to pass out or not comprehend, experience the full measure of having him in my bed, his cock up my ass impaling me at a faster and faster pace. His cock at first so cold, colder than the lube he applies before entering me. It warms slowly from the heat of my bowels and the blood he draws from me that fills his veins. My blood engorges him, and he grows thicker and longer as my rim loosens and I squeeze as if to keep him from leaving. Amazingly, my own cock remains hard the entire time. His hand wrapped around it, he strokes me in time with the suction at my neck. He won't let me cum, not until he's ready at least, and sometimes he makes he jerk off afterwards while he watches. His own cum hot in the depths of my ass. How did it come to this? I'm still not sure. All I know now is that I leave the window open for him and he comes to me almost every night. We met at a bar. I was having dinner alone and he was the only other patron. He kept staring at me even though I ignored him, or I thought I did, until he came and introduced himself. For some reason, I couldn't send him away and instead he sat with me, talking incessantly while I finished my meal. Never having been with a man before, it shocked and surprised me when I found myself hard. The shock more so when it took his glance into my lap for me to even realize I was sexually excited by this strange man. His smile back at me left no doubt it was what he wanted, and what he would have of me. By the time the waitress returned to clear the table, we were locked in an open embrace. His hand rubbing my cock while I sucked on his cold tongue. She managed to get the dishes away and was watching us when I finally noticed she was there. I blushed deeply but I did not move away from him, nor did he let go of my manhood, as she presented the bill. An hour before, my thoughts were of how I might bed that little hard body. Now she was barely an afterthought even as she seemed more interested in me now that I was with him. His lips brushed my ear, "Perhaps another time for her." Fifteen minutes later we were in my apartment, headed towards my bedroom with our clothes tossed about the room where they fell in our rush to remove them. I found myself on my knees before him by the bed. I sucked his cock in the nastiest way imaginable, like I had done it for years, as if my life depending on drawing sustenance from it. I wanted his cum. I BEGGED him for it but he refused. Instead, when he was ready he picked me up and laid me down in the bed. Face down, so his hands could spread my cheeks. And then spread, his tongue did things I cannot describe but that I dream about every waking moment to this day. That night he let me cum as he ate my ass. I swear his tongue was several inches up my canal as I was up on my hands with my arms outstretched depositing my load in the sheets beneath me. He didn't stop, oh no, that was just a prelude, he continued to lick and probe my asshole until I was hard again. I don't know when or where he found the lube, hell I don't know if he even used any, but he slid his cock right up my ass. I saw sparks as he began to ream me and I never had a second thought about allowing him to take me this way. He was fucking me with all his weight upon me when I first felt his lips on my shoulder. I turned my head to kiss him but he pushed my head back down onto the mattress and opened his mouth on my neck. His cock was pounding deep in my ass when the sharp pain of his teeth sinking in hit me. Oh the pain.... but I struggled only a moment as the pain wracked my body. Then something occurred. The pain changed into a pleasure, like a high from the strongest drug, I felt it all but wanted more. As he drew my blood, it was like I became part of him. I was part of him, attached by the cock in my ass and the teeth in my flesh. As I was overcome with a need for him to take me, he seemed to experience a corresponding need for my body. We fucked hard in my bed. My cock so unbelievably hard in his fist as his claimed my ass over and over. All the while, I wanted more. I know I came another time before he had drunk his fill. I remember his hand moving off my cock and then his fingers found my mouth. I sucked my cum from them as he promised me more. His orgasm came unexpectedly without a noticeable change in his pace. Only, he moved out of me and pulled my head to his cock. I tasted my ass for the first time as he fed me his cock and then his cum. I awoke the next day sore and tender, and alone. But now he comes for me. I undress and open my window no matter what the weather. Some nights I'm awake when he arrives and I roll over for him or I take his cock in my mouth as he wishes. Other nights, he wakes me, usually with his cock pressing into my waiting and willing ass. Vampire Just so you know voting and feedback are nice things and only take ya'll a few seconds, stop being lazy :P My life began with my birth, which is how everyone's life starts, at least everyone I asked agreed with me. I was a happy child, I had fun I made everyone smile. I was joined with Alo in my fourteenth summer. I was so happy at first, he was happy with me he would always call me his prize. It soured quickly, despite our constant attempts otherwise I never became with child. After five summers of no child it was decided I am not working in that way. Needless to say I was crushed I had been praying and sorrowful for most of the five summers. Alo and myself were not happy with this, but what can be done, the chief decided I am not a viable mother of the tribe. Instead I am broken from Alo and given a new role with the tribe. At first this is nice enough I am getting sex from our shaman, his wife died before him. When he joins with his wife our new shaman has a wife, I still assist where needed, but do not receive the sex. I do not find much with others in the tribe, even the young men do not wish to waste in my arms. In my twenty first summer I see him, this pale man traveling before the rising sun. He does not know our language, we do not know his. Luckily for me, our chief takes pity on my lack of blanket partners and tasks me with teaching this pale man our language. I go to him with a smile he is very tall and pale. His hair is dark like good earth. His arms are big and threatening, though he welcomes me with a smile. The first day I teach him many words, he teaches me many in return. The day is very good if ending to soon, I am nervous about the ending of the day. I do not know if he would like my company in his blanket. I do not mind staying out here, sleeping in same place with shaman and his wife is hard. They are very happy to share blanket, while I have no one. At least with the pale man I do not have to listen and remember when my blanket was full. I'm still sitting by his fire when I notice he is looking at me. I look back hoping he is interested before standing up and removing my cloth. The smile I get combined with the opened blanket is very nice. I help him remove his cloth there is much cloth in pieces. It is very strange to me, though the pale skin draws my hands. I explore him with reverence it has been four moons since anyone took me to their blanket. I am happy to find him quite happy to see me in his blanket. He takes charge then, I am quite happy to let him, I am ready he is happy. With his cock sinking into me I look up at him and make happy sounds. His eyes looking back at me are blue and very nice, like the sky when the sun has finished his journey. While he is moving in me his head comes down to my neck, my head is nudged to the side and he bites me. Not to say the bite is horrible it scares me for a moment then I am lost in the throws of the happy place I knew so often with Alo. My body takes over and I move with him, the two of us making my happy place arrive often. I do not know how long he chased his happy place and sent me to mine. I do know that he is kissing me when he finds his happy place. After I am tired and happy, he puts me on my side with him behind me. The next morning we get right back to learning our languages. He is much friendlier now and I am happy. I am also tired this is worrying could I perhaps have an illness. It is good this pale man can learn so readily, the tribe is counting on me to teach him our language and learn his in case of other pale men. Perhaps tomorrow night I can take him to see the chief and see what he is doing here. I am the first to the blanket this night he joins me with a smile. He takes his time with me, instead of being ready and getting atop he explores me. His hands moving over has me quite happy, even more so when he finds the nice places. He has learned enough of our language to follow the directions I moan to him. He climbs atop me in the middle of one of my happy place visits. I welcome him to me as soon as I notice where he is. This time I put my own head to the side giving him access to my neck. His moving in me picks up speed as his head finds my neck. It's heavenly the feeling he creates in me with his head latched to my neck and his body in me. Sleep claims me before he finds his happy place. Waking up is hard, I am so tired and out of energy. Morning meal helps with this and we continue with language. Soon enough we are able to have a conversation, with pauses to learn the appropriate words. "There will be questions made of you. I will ask these to be sure you have learned enough of our language." "I knew that, I wished to be asked them why I am still here." I smile at him then, I want to know a few questions myself. "I am Tiva, I have been sent to you to teach you our language. The first question will be what you are called and why you are here." "I am Ref, I am here because I am exploring. I wish to see all of this new land. Do you think perhaps you could explore with me?" I just stare at him for a moment that is wonderful and scary. "I do not know I was to learn your language in case of more pale men. I would like to explore with you, I've never been far from here." Ref smiles at me, I return it after a moment, perhaps he is liking me. "Are there to be any other questions?" "Just one, do you have anything to trade?" Ref shakes his head. "I do not have anything to trade, I am just exploring." I take Ref to see our chief after the sun finishes its trek. I get smiles with how well he learned our language. When it comes to the question of me exploring with him I am sent to see our shaman. I was having problems staying awake so thought nothing of this. I talk to his wife about Ref and blanket sharing while our shaman does a ceremony I do not know. Hopeful about being able to explore with Ref despite not producing child I return to the chief. I am overcome with joy when I learn that tomorrow we will teach a new man. We do not even return to his blanket to celebrate. Right against the cliff face we take our cloth off. Ref is insistent, eager, and in a hurry to be inside. I gasp when he comes to me it feels nice and not so nice at the same time. I welcome him anyway he welcomes me despite no child from me. My back is shoved against the cliff over and over as he enjoys me. I enjoy him right back this only feels good now, though I admit a slight worry about moving well on the new day. Ref puts his head to my neck, oh this is so nice. I'm finding my happy place often when I start to fade. I realize with a start I'm perhaps dying, this is not good. Not now I'm not going to just die, I say this I think. At least I think I do, I do know that Ref goes from my neck to kissing me. This kiss tastes different, like he is sharing some of the blood of an animal with me. It does not seem to help, I'm still fading. I cry out that I'm not done. I can barely see anything but do feel when Ref finds his happy place. I smile at him glad I could do that much for him before I return to the Great Spirit. I lose myself then, I don't stop seeing, I even feel a little bit but I can't move. I know Ref carries me to the blanket assuring me I'll be fine. Then my eyes stop seeing, and I stop hearing and I know I tried to fight it, I don't want to finish now. My eyes open to a strange thing, Ref is being attacked by several men. I might have said something, all I am sure of doing is getting up fast and charging. A man coming up behind Ref is my target I spring on him grabbing hold of him tight as I can. At least until I pull his head to the side and bite him on the neck like Ref does to me. A sweet liquid floods my mouth and I swallow over and over. I do not understand what I did until we fall to the ground. When I back away I see him eyes closed and feel long teeth in my mouth. I turn to Ref to ask him what happened to me to find him on the ground arrows in him. I cry out and go to him, something happened to me, likely because of him but I still like him. I still want to share his blanket yet he's not moving so I keen for him because no one else will. There is a loud noise and my body does not respond to me anymore, I fall to the ground and my eyes close. My eyes open again to see rock being pulled away. I can see the last traces of the sun finishing the journey across the sky. There are two men pulling the rock away using a language I do not know. They are strange looking, pale skin but not like Ref. They have big cloth on top of their head, strange cloth covering their bodies as well. Looking at them I find a great hunger within me. They are both looking at me with wide eyes, saying something I do not understand. I grab one pull him to me push his head to the side and bite him. The other one screams and runs away to a strange animal attached to a big thing of wood. I do not understand the animal or thing attached to it so focus instead on my meal. Tossing my meal to the side I look around, this is strange. I know where I am but it all looks different, there are no crops. None of my tribe wandering about, I find my home to find it different. The rooms being built are finished there are more besides the entire area is filled in with rooms. Panicked I yell for Alo, I always could count on my dear Alo, he does not appear. I keep yelling for anyone, the ropes and ladders are not down. A person does appear cloth strange like my meal and the other. They try and speak to me in the strange language I try and speak to them in our language and the pale man language I know. Finally I give up and follow the other with the strange animal and thing attached to it. Perhaps my tribe is the way he went. I jog after deciding I would jog until I need to rest then sleep before continuing. It turns out I do not need to rest I continue to jog for quite some time. The sun has come back out and is halfway across the sky when I find people. They seem to have noticed me since there are many waiting for me at the edge of big wooden boxes. I ask about my tribe, about Ref, about where I am. They speak back in that strange language again, I wait expecting someone to teach me their language. Instead the other that had been with my meal appears yelling something. There is more yelling and waving about of things in hands. I do not understand any of this then there is a strange sound. I jerk when something hits me I look down confused there was no bow, there is no one close to me. More of the sound and I jerk some more then fall over, I do not understand any of this. They attacked me I did not do anything to them, my meal should be fine. I do not think I killed him, yet they attack me with strange magic, I can see some blood on me. Moving is painful so I don't, I just lie there trying to figure out why. Another man appears his cloth is even stranger with a little box in his hand he waves around. A strange wooden thing he pulls out of his cloth he puts to my head. He speaks, not really to me he looks skyward to speak most of the time. He produces a strange thing and sprinkles water on me I want to drink some of this water but don't reach for it. Perhaps it would be best if I keep not moving. When I was moving they spoke loudly waved things and attacked me with strange magic. The other is saying something there is some nodding then many run off to do something. That must be the chief, strange he would go so far away from his tribe if they are not moving. I would say something, yet no one knows my language and they do not seem willing to extend the courtesy of teaching. The man with the water reaches up with one hand and closes my eyes. I am picked up and put on some wood, strange they have so much when it is hard to find. The wood bounces around under me I would look around to see what is happening except I hear speaking. There are more of the angry people around me, best to not move. Once they quiet down and go to sleep I will sneak away. I am picked up again after a while then put into more wood. I know into because I can feel wood to either side then something is put over me and banging. Opening my eyes cautiously I look about I am in a small box. Perhaps this is how they sleep, not the most comfortable way but I decide to sleep some. They do not seem ready for sleep so I may as well have some. This proves hard because the box I am in is bounced around for quite some time. Always with people talking around me, I am getting tired of waiting and about ready to see if I can get out of the box when it stops bouncing. The box moves again, more smoothly at least then it's dropped a distance. More speaking, loudly now then there are things falling around the box and on it. I do not know what is going on but find I need to sleep, I am so tired. I hear more words and more things falling distantly. I find I do not care, sleep is calling for me and I do not resist I will get out later. Very loud noises wake me, at first I'm frozen in fear, this is very weird. The noise is very loud and rhythmic, almost like there are a lot of drums beating at once. The box is moving it does not seem to like what is making the noise any more than I do. There is more noise, this noise is not the same it is closer and different. It takes me falling out of the box to realize it was the wood breaking. There is a lot of yelling then the noise maker stops. I look around to see men coming closer holding what looks like a big cloth. I sit up to a lot of hissing noise and they back away. They wear strange cloth, different from the last men I saw, one is coming close holding up his hands and smiling at me. I look at him and smile its Ref. I stand up run to him and jump in his arms talking to him about all the things that had happened to me. I pull back a little when I notice he's saying something to me. I don't know the language so I call him Ref again. He shakes his head and calls himself Rafe. Crestfallen I drop to the ground and find a spot to sit. I'm hungry, but remembering the last time I woke up and fed I don't bother. I look around, everything is so different now, I don't know where I am, I can barely see any earth or plants. Rafe sits down in front of me speaking to me I don't know this language so shake my head. I speak back to him using our language and the pale man I know, he shakes his head. One of the other men hands him a vase, he hands it to me and I shriek. It almost falls to the ground it's soft and pliable not dried. I try and explain this to them to a lot of confused looks then one hands me a very strange vase. This vase is perfectly round and straight up and down, there is a handle on one side with a strange liquid in it. I look at Rafe he motions me to drink from it so I do. They laugh at my expression it is a strange liquid very sweet. I notice one of them speaking with a strange thing held to his head. I point at him and look at Rafe he says cell phone a few times then pulls out one of his own. It is a very strange magic, not painful like the last magic, instead this little thing lights up and shows things. The man using the cell phone, whatever it does says something to Rafe. Rafe looks at me puts his hand to his body and says Rafe. He points at me, I understand and put my hand to my body and tell him Tavi. There is more speaking, some smiling then one man runs off. Another man after more talking does the same. The first man returns with cloth, he tries to put it on me until I move to Rafe. The cloth is handed to Rafe who hands it to me. I look at the cloth it is strange, it is not whole. Instead it is split down the length with little hard spots on one side of the split. There are lengths of the cloth in two spots. I look at Rafe totally lost, what do I do with the cloth. He demonstrates for me and I follow suit though I am lost when it comes to the spots. The second man returns with something in his hand. It is strange, like cloth but not cloth and it smells oddly. I look at Rafe confused beyond all measure, where is the weird noise and the pain, where is the wonderful sex and biting. I do not know what to do this is all so new and confusing. Rafe takes the weird smelling almost cloth and puts it down at my feet then pulls something that smells almost familiar out. It is wrapped in more almost cloth, underneath is some familiar. I know the white part, I used to make tortilla's myself, helped my mother before that and the shaman's wife at the end. He takes a bite of it then hands it to me I am delighted at the beans inside. I remember those as well, I do not know why there are beans inside of the tortilla. I take a bite, there is more than bean inside, it is strange and yet familiar. I smile at Rafe and keep eating it does not do much for my hunger it does help at least. When I finish that I look for more Rafe points inside where he got the first thing. There is more that I eat after a little confusion on getting it out of the almost cloth. I am half done with a crunchy thing when there is more noise. This is a very scary noise, loud and rhythmic with flashing lights on top of a moving box. I hide behind Rafe calling out a prayer to the Great Spirit. I shriek when a man gets out of the box dressed more strangely than Rafe or the others. This man has on his side one of the painful magic things I pull on Rafe trying to get him to run with me. I explain to him about the last time I was with pale men then stop when I hear a mostly familiar language. "Wait slow down, what are you talking about?" I turn to look at the new man with the painful magic on his side. "The last time I was with pale men there was a lot of shouting and then painful magic from the thing on your side." His mouth hangs open for a moment. "Did they look like this?" I shake my head. "No they had mostly big cloth on their head they had weird color cloth on their body. Many had a second bit of cloth in dark color over that. They used the painful magic on their side like yours to hurt me then I was put in that box. I did not understand anything, there was a lot of big animals with four legs like deer but bigger. They were attached to big wooden things. There were a lot of big wooden boxes that looked a little like the rooms I grew up with." I stop when the man I can speak to staggers around then sits on the box he came in. "I think you better come with, this is wrong. You will need to speak to experts and see if they can figure out what happened to you." "I do not understand anything that is happening, you speak our language but it is wrong. You say what happened is wrong, it is not wrong it is what happened. I am given meal in almost cloth I did not have to make myself. May I stay with Rafe?" Rafe and the new man converse in the strange language. There is some nodding and shaking of heads. Finally Rafe smiles at me and walks me over to the box. I do not want to get in then Rafe gets in and holds his hand out to me I get in then climb on him when the door shuts. Once I calm down about this magic that is loud and carrying me in a box I look around. There is a lot of strange cloth on people other magic boxes pass us going the opposite direction. With a shriek I depart the magic box and try to get a cloth I recognize. The coloring I do not remember seeing though it is a lovely color. I am stopped by something I can see through but not walk through. I feel around ignoring all of the noise behind me until Rafe comes up and takes my arm. He is saying something I do not understand, the new man catches up and takes a deep breath. "How did you get here from the wagon?" I stare at him confused until he explains wagon. "I saw the cloth and wanted to get it, it is familiar to me." "I gathered that part, how did you leave wagon?" I look at Rafe confused, his expression not helping. Vampire "I wished to be here and so was. The wagon does not work this way?" The new man says a lot of words I do not understand then looks at the cloth. "If we get you this will you not wish to be anywhere else until we ask you to?" "Yes I will stay in wagon until you ask me to leave it." We go through another section that is see through but not walk through. This time I am able to see something on the moveable section. Rafe has to pull me past it it's so different than anything I have ever seen. Inside I look around and see many different cloth and women in cloth of even more different ways and colors. Rafe has to follow me around I'm so excited by all the different cloth, the new man is talking to a woman the entire time. Finally I find a cloth I like I am confused when Rafe stops me from taking the cloth he gave me off to put the new cloth on. The new man comes running over followed by the woman he has been talking with. "Tiva don't take off the cloth out here, there are change rooms for that." "Am I not nice to look at?" "You are nice to look at, the pale men do not wish to see anyone without cloth unless they are sharing blanket." "This cloth is different from cloth I know. How will I put it on?" "This woman will help you she is the chief of the room." I am uncertain I wish to use a changing room, why would pale men not wish to see anyone without cloth. The whole idea is confusing, and how is it so nice in this room. There is magic everywhere, I find myself wishing I could return to my tribe. Go back to where everything was what I knew. I shriek when I see someone in the little room within the room the woman is taking me into. Even after explaining mirrors to me it is weird. How is a pool of water sideways, there is more and more magic. Getting the cloth on is simple enough, looking in the mirror I notice the cloth is not the same. It is lower in the front showing off my body without showing everything. I do not understand this, don't show off the whole body but show off some. It occurs to me then that I have fangs, yet they are not showing in the mirror until I think about it. Suddenly I have fangs showing in the mirror. The woman shrieks and departs the little room. Rafe and the new man enter the room looking at me. I look back confused, especially when the new man pulls the strange wooden thing out of his cloth. This wooden thing is not wooden however it is something else stone like yet not stone. "What is wrong?" The new man looks at Rafe then at me. "You don't know what you are?" I'm confused, I already said this. "I am Tavi." "Hold still for a moment." He pulls the strange almost stone thing over his head. He walks toward me slowly, almost as if he is afraid I will do something. Finally he presses it against my head a couple of times looking from it to my head each time. Then he has me open wide and feels my fangs, this is all very weird. He jumps when I decide I don't want my fangs anymore, they just disappear leaving me with regular teeth. "How do you make fangs appear and disappear?" "I think about having them and not having them." He looks uncertain on that, turns to Rafe says something then exits the room. To pass the time I grill Rafe on what everything is called in his language. There are a lot of new words and things to follow, magic is everywhere in this pale man world. I learn many things on the way to the police station. Cars are very interesting, if varied and bestowed with many names. I find I do not like the police station, I am not sure on what it does it is however made with stone. I have learned to fear stone, finally I get a promise that I will be allowed to leave when I wish. So in we go to find a man trying to leave. The new man goes ahead to fight the man, the man moves around him and comes for us. Rafe steps in front of me to block the man from leaving. Rafe gets hit and sent to the side, the men like the new man are hurrying up or from elsewhere to catch the escaping man. He hit Rafe, I won't let what happened to Ref happen again. The man screams when I jump into him before he falls to the ground a bit farther back where he had come from. I am going to bite this man, I am not losing Rafe, when another man comes up saying something. He steps back rapidly when I look at him, he and many of the men dressed like the new man pull their painful magic out. I stand up ready to fight I am not losing Rafe and not spending more time in wooden boxes. I pause when Rafe says my name I turn to look at him, he is standing up with the new man. I run to him and jump in his arms again saying I won't lose him again. The new man repeats what I am saying in the language I am still learning. None of the men in the police station look terribly happy to see me now. Rafe takes me to a small room where we sit, the new man brings in a weird little box that creates things. Rafe calls it a laptop, he uses this to teach me what he calls English. My lessons end when the new man returns with another man. This other man is in very strange cloth, Rafe calls it a suit. He has odd things on his head called glasses, he takes great delight in letting me see through them. Everything gets bigger which is very interesting, and a little scary. "When does the magic stop?" The new man laughs before explaining what I said. "Not for some time yet, you're the magic for us Tavi." I do not understand this, I do not get time to ask, the other man starts asking questions through the new man. I describe where I grew up, and what life was like for me then. Rafe creates a new thing on the laptop and I excitedly say that is my home. I then go into what it looked like the last time I saw it before all of the pale men showed up. Everyone gets quiet then making me look around, everyone is sitting down looking stunned. "What did you mean I am the magic?" That gets them to look at me. There is a conversation in the new language, I do not understand any of it. I do hear a word I remember hearing before, then Rafe has the laptop create more things. I look at it and giggle, a very pale man wearing a lot of cloth is looking at me. Rafe points to the man's head making me look closer and gasp, he has fangs. They start to explain vampires pointing at me a few times until I stop them. "No that is not what I am, I go outside during the day I eat meals." "Please Tavi bear with us, much that is known is from stories. You were going to bite that man yes?" I sigh and nod. "He hurt Rafe, he looks close enough to Ref that I had to protect him. I could not help Ref but I will not lose Rafe." There is another conversation that ends when I say that I am hungry. The three men look at each other then look at me. "What would you like to eat?" "I do not know, I would like to make a meal, but I do not think I could find a fire to use. I would not mind more of what I was given when I first got out of the box. I might need to bite someone, it's just the last time I did that the men got out the painful magic and I was put in a box." "Do you wish to stay with Rafe?" I think my smile was enough of an answer. We all stand up then Rafe guides me out of the police station. Rafe and I get into the new man's car then he drives us back to where I was buried to get Rafe's car. I find out the new man's name is Peter, such a weird name for a man who speaks our language. Rafe takes me for a meal, in a different room. He asks for my meal for me, I do not know the language well enough. Rafe seems to spend extra time on ordering my meal, something about bloody. The meal is interesting, I learn the words for all of the things I can see. Rafe gets to learn a few words of Ref's language, he is interested in it for some reason. I learn more words on the way to Rafe's home, this is interesting. He lives in a room called an apartment building, he has an apartment with a few rooms in it. I get shown around then make him teach me how to do the stove. I am very happy with having a fire I can use now. Whatever Rafe had them do to my meal worked quite well, I'm not terribly hungry. Rafe has me join him on his sofa to watch TV, which I do once I calm down about the magic of the TV. My command of English improves at a rather good speed. Then we come across naked people on TV, I make him stop here and watch dumbfounded. Pale men don't want you to go without cloth where others can see you, but want women in bikini's that leave nothing to the imagination and men in the same. Then they will show people with no cloth on TV, this makes even less sense. I squeak when the people in no cloth share blanket, with no blanket. Rafe explains this is sex, I sit watching for a little while then look up at him. He doesn't look at me until I put my hand to him then he looks at me and smiles. I try and work his pants open, I do pretty well for my first time. He only had to help a little then I'm working his pants down. I've never done anything but handle and move on to him on top of me, so I stick with what I know. My hand works on his cock as he works to get my dress off. Rafe then does something I've never had anyone do to me, he sucks on my nipples. I'm so shocked by this I let go of him and just lie back and let him. When he starts to move down me I shake my head and pull him up. It's been way to long since I've done this for him to slow it down. Apparently I said this because Rafe grins and moves atop me. I reach my happy place the instant he slides into me. As he moves Rafe tells me to do a few things, all seemingly the same thing. I find orgasm sounds rather nice so do have an orgasm for him. My legs go around him as he moves I'm moaning and groaning for him, his words on my happy noises. This is so what I have been missing since Ref. I'm desperate for everything Rafe can do to me. I'm moving with him, kissing him then I try and move us a little. This rolls us off the sofa and puts me on top. I sit up lost on what to do until Rafe puts his hands to my breasts and starts to move under me. Liking the feel of this I move and quickly find the right speed. His eyes on my breasts seems to be just the thing for him, in it seems no time with me on top Rafe is groaning and having his own orgasm. Rafe pulls me down to him and holds me, I sigh contentedly. Feeling completed with his fluids in me I drift off to sleep. I wake when Rafe takes us to the bed. Seeing a blanket I squeak with joy then Rafe pulls it back and puts me on the bed. The bed gives so much I jump off and am across the room before he can turn. Rafe laughs and gets on the bed then motions for me to join him. Cautiously I move forward, afraid there are snakes or lizards. I press on it a few times trying to trick whatever is in the bed to attack. When nothing comes out I get on the bed with Rafe. He pulls me over to him, covers us with the blanket then lies back. After a while I relax and fall asleep again. Waking with the sun I get up and head for the kitchen. Glad that I had asked Rafe last night about the fridge and the stove I go through everything to see what I can make. I find strips of meat and round pieces of meat in the fridge I pull these out along with the eggs. I do not find flour I do find a strange little box with thick tortillas on them. It is flour inside at least so I get to work making tortillas. At least I do when I finally find the fat it is in a little vase, it doesn't smell right but it is fat at least. The tortillas are strange I figure it is just because the flour is ground much finer than I am used to. The meats and eggs cooking up are making a lovely smell. The tortillas are as well, not like a tortilla, I do not know the smell but it is nice at least so I forget about it. Rafe appears when I am finishing up everything, he looks at the meal I made and smiles at me. "The tortillas smell odd for tortillas." He says as he sits down. "I found the flour in that box there and the fat smells odd. They have a nice smell I think. I don't know how good they taste." Rafe looks over and laughs. "More than flour, that is pancake mix, buttermilk pancake to be precise." I must have turned red Rafe takes my hand and smiles at me. "Its fine, pancakes are for breakfast and these probably will taste great." I hold my breath when Rafe takes up one of the tortillas. Then he does something odd, he puts the egg and meats into the tortilla and rolls it up. He smiles at me after taking a bite then does the same to one of my tortillas and hands me the roll. I smile back when I taste it the buttermilk tortillas are really good and it's nice to mix the flavor of the egg and meat with the tortilla. "Perhaps I should learn how to do pancakes, and I must have flour, tortillas was one of the always have parts of a meal." Rafe just stares at me for a moment, then laughs. "You are right I need to teach you how to read so I can buy you cookbooks. I'm not much of a cook most of my meals are premade frozen or fast food." "What is fast food, frozen, and cookbook?" "Oh shoot I forgot you don't know English still. Fast food is a style of food you buy elsewhere, it's made for you by someone else, you pay them money and they give you the food. Frozen is something that is snowed I suppose would be the best description." He looks at me and I nod I have seen snow and felt it sometimes. "Cookbook is a book that has recipes in it recipes tell you how to make a part of a meal." "Yes cookbooks would be good for me to have. Reading would be better, I can experience a laptop. What is pay?" Rafe reaches into his pants pocket when there is a knock on the door. I jump up and hurry for the door eager to answer the door for the first time. On the other side are Peter and the other man I met yesterday, they look me up and down with smiles. "We're having breakfast and I'm learning more English would you like?" They look at each other then come in, Rafe comes up behind and puts cloth over my shoulders. We seat them at the table and give each one tortilla with meat and egg. "What brings you two over here this early?" Rafe asks doing up his last tortilla. "Well the prof here wants to help you teach Tavi English. I happen to be the only state employee that speaks Hopi which is the only language she knows we know." Peter says before taking a bite out of his tortilla. "I'd like to find out what other languages Tavi knows. I've brought a recorder if you don't mind Tavi." The other man says putting a little box on the table then taking a bite out of his tortilla. "I do not know what a recorder is." I look at Rafe confused. "A recorder is a device that records sounds and plays them back. Usually used to record a conversation, record means that it takes the sound made and keeps it to make again at a later time." "The magic keeps coming. I admit some of the magic is quite nice, we watched TV last night. Rafe you were going to explain pay to me." "Tavi if you please, could you speak to us in all of the languages you know besides English." I speak to them in both of the languages I know. Ref's language gets a dropped jaw from the other man I guess he was not expecting it. "Heavens, I did not expect you to know that language. How did you learn that language?" I explain Ref and how I taught him our language and learned his. Now there are three dropped jaws and I have to explain the biting again. "So you're saying that being bitten for three straight days and a bloody kiss are all you need to become a vampire?" Peter asks for everyone. "I don't know, I was the one being made into what I am now and I did not have a chance to ask Ref. I remember there was sex each time as well, that was the best part." "There might be more to it, suppose there has to be seminal fluids as well as the biting and transfer of blood. We better not try and make another vampire. Tavi is right she doesn't know anything but how she became one. I wonder if we put her on video if another vampire would teach her." The other man says. "Wait, you do not know if there are more vampires?" Rafe shakes his head. "No until we found you vampires were nothing more than stories, while you do not live up to said stories there is no other explanation for you. Did the bloody meal last night work for your hunger?" I nod and smile at Rafe. "Yes it was quite good and I am not terribly hungry. I may need to eat a meal like that every day. I do not know yet all told this is my fifth day awake as a vampire." They all groan and look at each other. "Tavi we did some checking, as near as we can figure it you are somewhere between one thousand and seven hundred years old." It's my turn to have a dropped jaw. "It is good you are able to live on animal blood. Human blood would be hard to get for you unless you go around biting people. Rafe can buy pig blood from any of the Mexican stores and you can add it to your own food." I look at the other guy not really sure if that is a good or bad thing. "While we are on the subject of things to buy Tavi, we have a problem. My job isn't the best paying and I do have periods where I don't do anything. Is there any way to get Tavi money from the government?" Rafe says looking a little worried. "Some of the guys at the station have suggested we hire her to keep the prisoners in the station. The surveillance video of her stopping that guy has ended up on the internet." Peter says before putting a laptop on the table. We all move around to see it, Rafe tells me it's on YouTube. I have no idea what that means then the video starts. I gasp at the face I turn to the man who was going to take the man I jumped from me. My eyes are red and I have fangs. Rafe and Peter share a glance then both turn to me. "Tavi I think we should see what else you can do, you're obviously strong and you can exit a moving car with a thought. There are a few other things vampires are said to do. Crawl up walls and hang from ceilings is a good starting point." Rafe says pointing up. I look up then jump, I do hang from the ceiling. The cloth Rafe put on me falls away, right on the other guy. I giggle about that then see if I can stand up and stay there. I can and I can even walk, this is rather interesting. I drop back to the floor and put the cloth back on after Rafe motions for me to. "Sometime please explain why everyone seems to be against no clothes and still wish to see it on TV. Now you said there were other things vampires are supposed to be able to do." "Turn into a wolf and bat." Peter says before Rafe can. I think about that one, I know what a wolf looks like, coyotes are more often found though. A bat on the other hand, wait I do know what a bat is they would sometimes nest above our home. Turning into one though, I shake my head. "I'm not saying I can't, but not now. Perhaps tonight, I would like to go shopping. One dress probably is not enough, I always had three dresses." "I can afford to buy you some clothes, so long as you don't demand twenty dresses and forty pairs of shoes." Rafe says looking a little worried. "I would not need that many. I had three dresses for..." I look at Peter and ask him what to call a bleeding time. "Periods and rips, I would have time to make a new one. Except for the time when Ola tripped and grabbed my dress then the next day my period came. I had to get help with the dresses then." The men are all staring at me I look at each of them. "Who is Ola?" Rafe asks looking confused. "Ola was... my husband, we were joined in my fourteenth summer and broken my nineteenth. I could not provide a child in all that time. Ola did not want to let me go, it was not our choice." "When did you meet Ref?" The other guy asks. "Two summers later, the shaman I started out helping had joined his wife with the Great Spirit the summer before. The new shaman had a wife so I spent my last summer with my tribe hoping for sex." Vampire We go shopping then, after Rafe puts me back in the dress. I get carried from the car to the big room. Peter calls it a store leading to a discussion on the different rooms to be found in Phoenix. At least until we get inside, there are things everywhere. I am shown everything and have to ask after most of it. When we come to the guns I am scared until they are explained to me. The man showing them to us turns white when I describe the first time I met a number of pale men. There even were some guns that I recognize, at least in part. Peter explains to me that they are revolvers and the ones that I know are no longer made. When I am shown some bullets and Peter explains how guns work, I ask if I can shoot one of these bullets. I can't here I can however go with Peter to a firing range. Dresses are straightforward, after I am explained about sleeves I pick out some dresses. Shoes on the other hand are confusing. A helpful woman explains it to me, the idea of shoes to go with outfits. It is confusing until she said there are more to choose from than nude and clothed. Heels are a problem for me, I've never heard of them. After trying them on however I find they are not that bad. I do not understand the need for heels, even after Rafe tells me it makes my butt look nicer. Deodorant is a totally new experience, after it is explained to me. Perfume I refuse, I will not mask my own smell even more with the smell of something else. This gets me some applause I do not understand the why of it. Food shopping is an experience so much of it is in boxes. Cooked for you as it is explained to me, I do not understand this. "Rafe why is it so wrong to enjoy using fire to make a meal for your family?" I had to say it loud, the frozen section is packed and noisy, until I ask then it's silent. "It's not wrong it is just not everyone has a family. Not all women sit at home making dinner for their families when they have one." "What else do they do?" I'm not understanding this, what could be more important than providing meals. "They have jobs instead of cooking and cleaning they do a job outside of home and make money. Sometimes they hire someone to do the cooking and cleaning for them." "I think I understand this, this money is used in trade for other things. Is that what pay means?" "Yes, money is used for trade. You trade money for things, like your clothes and the food." "Peter would I receive money for sitting in your police station?" "I do not know we would have to speak with the captain." "So I would need to go there?" Peter nods so I think of the station and there I am. There is some screaming from behind me and in front. I look around, in front of me is a man dressed like Peter was yesterday. Behind me are some people with what Rafe told me are handcuffs. More of the men dressed like Peter was appear holding guns. The one that had approached me on top of that man puts his gun away and comes closer. "What are you doing here and what is up with the screaming?" I look around again, everyone appears frightened. "I was at Wal-Mart buying things and learning English when I discovered that I need to make money. Peter told me I need to speak with your captain to see if I could have a job here so I thought of being here and here I am." "Damn you learned it fast. Give us a minute, I better call Peter and tell him where you are. Stan call the captain down here." Both of the men get on the phone. After a few moments another man appears this one in a suit. I look him up and down, his hair is grey. He is not handsome, not ugly either just in the middle. His suit is brown, just about everything in his suit is brown with a white shirt. He looks me up and down then turns to the man still on the phone with Peter. "What is the emergency?" "This is Tavi, the vampire that was here yesterday. She just appeared right here and is wondering if she can have a job." Suit man looks me up and down again. "You don't look like a vampire." I smile at him and decide to do the wall and ceiling trick. There are gasps when I walk over to the wall and walk right up it. I continue on the roof until I'm looking at the suit man from only a little ways away. "I can do vampire things, Rafe assures me that means I am a vampire. Peter told me earlier today that as near as they can figure I am somewhere between one thousand and seven hundred years old." "You can just appear anyplace you want?" I drop to the floor and nod at suit man. "If I see it I can go there, I got this dress yesterday because I saw a dress like one I had been wearing for my first twenty one years. I simply appeared on the sidewalk before the window from the car Peter was driving." "I wonder would a picture work?" "I do not know." "Well see if you can go here." Suit man holds up a picture to me. I focus on the picture and think of being there then I am. I look around it is a room in a house, there is a fireplace and a sofa right behind me. I sit down it is a comfortable sofa then the phone starts to ring. I find it after the third ring and pick it up. "Tavi, if you could pick up the little yellow notepad right there and come back." I look down and find the notepad then hang up. More screams at my return, the little yellow notepad in hand. Suit man takes the notepad from me. "I was asked if I could find out if you have a better sense of smell." I look at suit man and take a sniff. "I smell fear and anger, some concern. I smell recent sex, and two different perfumes." There are some laughs, suit man looks down for a moment then looks back at me. "I'm married and I am wearing cologne. Like perfume but for guys to wear. I had sex with my wife last night and took a shower this morning." "Do I get a job?" "I think you do, I need to speak with the chief to figure out what exactly you will do. Pay will be determined then as well. Wait here for your friends to pick you up and figure out what else you can do." "Where are they? If you can get a picture I can just join them." A picture is shown to me and there I am, to some more screams. Rafe pulls me close as I look around, I do not know this place. "Where are we?" I ask looking up at Rafe. "Taco Bell, you seemed to really like it so I figured we could get you some more." "With a drink I hope, I haven't had anything since yesterday." Deciding on what I want is hard, I still can't read. There are pictures so I do well enough on picking out a meal for me. The drinks pose a problem for me every one I try is to sweet until I find this root beer. This is good, not terribly sweet and has a good taste. While I am being led to the booth as Rafe calls it a woman walks up to me. "Excuse me I was behind you in line, I know you weren't there and then you were. How did you do that?" "I was getting a job and wished to return to my Rafe here so asked for a picture of where he is and thought I should be there." While her jaw is dropped and she can't think of anything to say I look her over. Her hair is sun color, I believe blonde is what Rafe called it last night. Her dress is small and fitting snugly to her, a glaring color bright and not red yet reddish. She is taller than I with long heels on her feet. "How can you do that?" "I am a vampire I can do all sorts of interesting things." Rafe leads me to the booth while she is making odd noises. Peter joins us with our meal. I find this Mexican pizza is really quite good, crunchy and tasty. It is not sweet but full of flavor I finish it off quickly then look up at the woman again. She has come over to the booth and is leaning over I have to squint at the light on her dress. "You are a vampire yet you're out in the daylight and eating food not biting people." The guys all groan, I nod at her. "I can bite you if you would like. As for daylight it does not bother me. I've heard some of the things that vampires are not supposed to be able to do, yet I do them. I have a reflection I go outside in the daylight. I could tan if I wished, that was the word wasn't it Rafe?" Rafe nods at me. "You're not lying to me are you?" I look at her confused. "What is lying?" I look at Rafe, he sighs. "Tavi lying is when you say something you know to be wrong. It's like if you said you are a guy when you aren't, or that you have blond hair when you don't." "Why would someone do that?" Peter groans and touches my arm so I look at him. "People lie for as many reasons as there are people. Sometimes it is harmless to make a woman think they look nice in their dress. Sometimes it is to try and avoid a ticket, or to get all sorts of things from someone else. Sometimes a person lies because they don't like themselves and wish to look better." "So if you are not lying and are really a vampire, where are your fangs?" I sigh and show her my fangs. "Holy shit I guess you are a vampire. Can I interview you on camera? This is big news there has never been a real life vampire before." "Interview me, I do not understand this. I do know there has been at least one other, Ref made me into a vampire then was killed by my tribe. I was buried for a very long time by my tribe after that. I have only been awake as a vampire for five days." Rafe touches my arm making me look at him. "Interview means she would ask you questions and record the entire thing. This would be a good idea, we want to see if we can find more vampires, if they see your interview and talk to you we can figure out what else you can do." "I'm liking the asking if I can do something, I never would have thought to walk up a wall." The reporter lady gasps. "You can walk up a wall? Dracula was the only vampire said to be able to do that one, and it was just a book." I shake my head. "They ask me if I can do something and we find out. I'm going to try and turn into a wolf and bat later, I have a feeling I can. I'm just stronger at night I guess certain things are true." Reporter lady sits down looking excited. "Can I tape you doing these things as part of the interview?" I look at Rafe he smiles at me and nods. "Yes, come to this address at seven. We should be finished with dinner by then." We leave a very excited reporter lady there I make Rafe stop at a Mexican store. I am really liking this place it smells a bit like home. They don't even blink when we ask for blood, I get the impression it is used for their meals. I get a description of how to make something called enchiladas, Rafe assures me it is good and I will like it. I decide to make that tonight, especially after finding out Rafe bought flour. After getting the things I will need for enchiladas and plenty of blood we go home. I ask Rafe if he will teach me to read, he smiles at me then puts me in front of a laptop. I work on learning the alphabet after it is explained that I need to know the alphabet to learn how to pronounce a word. It makes no sense, I don't argue and do it anyway, makes for less time arguing. After the alphabet I get to spend time working on the hard words, th words especially are difficult for me. I spend about four hours working on my reading before I go and make the enchiladas. First I make up the tortillas then I get the meat cooked while I cook the tortillas. The meat takes longer than the tortillas so I end up sitting with the guys at the table. There is some gasping when I pull the meat out and start pulling it apart. It seems I'm not supposed to just pull it out of a boiling pot. I don't have any problems with the heat, Rafe insists on looking at my hands a couple of times. The sauce for the enchiladas is finished in a snap, Rafe demands I put cheese on it. Knowing everything I had at Taco Bell had cheese on it I don't argue, I just put the cheese. While the three full pans of enchiladas cook I learn how to play poker. I'm faced with three drooling men after I pull out the pans, taking them out was a lot of yelling. I did not know there was oven mitts or what they were for. Inspecting my hands again got everyone to shush Peter supposes it is part of being a vampire. I giggle and shake my head, handling hot things from the fire is something I learned very young. Even when I did not have a husband I helped cook, it is not a good skill to not do. "So where's the blood?" Rafe asks while getting some on to his fork. "It's in the sauce." The clatter of a fork dropping to the plate has me looking up. "I'm not sure I like that, and won't you need more? There's a lot of enchiladas." "There is a lot of blood if I do not get enough I can take a sip from one of the jars." The other guy and Rafe look a little uneasy. "It's really good tasting guys, just don't think about it. Tavi I'll call my grandfather, he's on the reservation and can get the hunters to collect the blood from their hunts for you." Peter says making sure to get a second bite on his fork, I smile at him. "That would be great, this blood is treated. I'm not sure how much value it will have for me." Rafe clears his throat looking at me pointedly. "The grocery stores around us have butchers, should be easy enough to get blood from them, most of it ends up thrown away." "Perhaps try one of the meat packing places. They slaughter the animals at those and are swamped in fresh blood. Probably be cheap enough to get so much a week from them." The prof says getting everybody to look at him. Nobody gets to say anything after that there is a knock on the door. I am halfway to the door before anyone even moves. I'm eager to open the door for my second ever time. This time the door opens on reporter lady and a man. I step aside to let them in eyeing the man the whole time. He's tall with brown hair his skin is almost as brown as mine. "I hope we're not early." Reporter lady says as she helps the new man set up a strange looking thing. "We're still eating and talking about where to get animal blood for Tavi. It seems the blood we got from the Mexican shops may not be enough for her. We have plenty of enchiladas if you two are hungry Tavi is very good at making a lot." Rafe says getting up to get a couple plates. "I've never had that much meat for one meal before." I say as I sit down and resume eating. "Never made enchiladas either, not that I believe that these are delicious." Prof says finishing off the last of his I admit it I beamed at him. I finish off mine then get two more with plenty of the sauce. My hunger is going down but not far enough. Everyone is staring at me when I sit down again. "That is a healthy appetite I must say. I'm sorry we were never formally introduced, I am Amanda and this is my cameraman Miguel." Reporter lady says extending her hand toward me, I look at Rafe confused. "Tavi she wants to shake your hand, it is a standard form of greeting." Puzzled I extend my hand to hers, Amanda takes it moves it up and down once then let's go. "I would like to hear your story, as much of it as you wish to talk about then go to your powers. Not now of course when we finish eating and move in to the living room." Not really sure why I wouldn't want to tell everything of my story I focus on eating. There is a conversation over me I don't understand the things said so stay out of it. When I finish we go into the living room, I get to sit on a chair set in front of the glass doors. Amanda does a thing called a lead in I do not understand this though all she does is say a few words. When she points to me I tell my story starting from the beginning. When I get to Ref and what he did to me I stand up then walk up the glass door to the ceiling. I'm smiling then, I wasn't sure if I could walk up the glass door. On the ceiling Rafe tells me to pull up the dress, I look down to see it hanging around me. I think it should be covering my legs and then it is. I continue on to when I was unearthed the first time. Peter hands me his cross during this. I hold it in my hand put it to my forehead like the priest did. I drop to the floor again to hand Peter his cross back while I talk about my second time unearthed. When I finish I turn into a wolf, walking is hard with four legs when all I've ever had was two. I change back and need to sit, doing that is tiring and I'm hungry. Rafe hands me another jar of blood, I down the whole thing. I show my fangs then. I talk about my ability to just move to anyplace I have seen. Then come the questions, what else can I do, can I make more vampires. I feel bad with having to answer I don't know to both. Then I make the plea to speak with any vampires out there. Rafe provides Amanda an email address I can be reached at. Amanda and Miguel leave while Rafe is explaining email. We get a promise that the interview will be on TV tomorrow. Peter and the prof leave as well, promising to let us enjoy Sunday. This leads to a conversation on Sunday and god. Its good Rafe is not religious, I laugh a few times at the things he says. Our conversation turns to showers, since I kept him from taking one last night. I don't know how I kept him from taking a shower. I do forget about that and instead ask him to explain showers. Which leads to him taking me into the bathroom, where we get naked while the water heats up. I miss stepping into the shower because Rafe is holding me in his arms and kissing me. I squeak when it's raining on me, I think Rafe understands the expression on me face. He puts me down and helps me clean myself. The stuff called shampoo in my hair is very nice. It's a lot nicer when Rafe starts to explore me with his hands. I'm making happy noises and leaning into him as his fingers go between my legs and in. I reach back and grab him as his fingers plunge in and out of me. We get a rhythm going, his fingers move in and out of me as mine move up and down him. Rafe is nibbling on my shoulder, kissing at my neck and ear. I'm very close to my first orgasm in a shower. I can't help but think about how nice it is being here with Rafe, I get a lot of firsts in his apartment. My orgasm crashes over me oh this feels so good feeling my insides clench on his fingers. I'm making very happy noises when he presses me into the wall of the shower. He ignores my squeak of surprise and pulls me up higher. I'm thinking about pushing off the wall or just going elsewhere when his cock finds me. There I am pressed up against the cool wall of the shower with his cock moving in me. This is a very nice first I can't help tightening around him. Rafe is making happy noises of his own behind me. I find being held up against the wall with Rafe behind me is something I like. His cock moving in me does everything I would like it to do. I reach orgasm rather quickly suspended on his cock. The moving has my breasts rubbing against the wall my nipples are hard as rocks and sensitive. We both reach orgasm at the same time, it's a very nice feeling. My insides are clenching on him, he's making noises and I'm feeling warm inside. There really isn't anything better than that, well unless I could produce a child. I'm held until the water cools down, then we go change the sheets. I'm very embarrassed when Rafe comments that dirt had spilled off me in the shower. "Tavi what's wrong, are you that upset about my dirt comment?" I look up at Rafe a little surprised I hadn't realized I made a sad noise he could hear. "I'm embarrassed about the dirt I did not realize that clean was so important. I am sad that I can not give you a child it has always been a dream of mine. It is the most important thing a tribe woman can do and I have failed in that." Rafe comes over and holds me he doesn't say anything just holds me. After a moment or two I cry into his shoulder. He just holds me until my tears slow down then pulls back to look at me. "Tavi don't worry about that, if it's so important to you to have a child we can adopt." Vampire "Adopt?" I get a smile for asking. "That is where a couple takes a child given up by someone else for some reason and makes the child their own." "Oh I know this we would do the same in the tribe, though the child is not given up both parents die. Does not happen often and the child always know whose son or daughter they are." Rafe looks at me with surprise all over his face. I ignore his expression and get back to work on the sheets it is nice to have firsts. Even strange ones like first time changing sheets. Once the bed is back together we lie down, I get a heavy comment when I curl up on Rafe. "I'm not heavy." I hit him on the shoulder. "Tomorrow you are showing me how to use a vacuum. I'd like to know how to do more than cook and give good sex." "I am happy enough with the cooking and good sex. Besides you still need to learn how to read. Oh and my parents are coming over." I sit up and look at Rafe, surprised and worried. Oh my, his parents, and here we are not talking about being joined or married. Rafe squeaks when I jump to the ceiling to pace. This is unnerving what do I say to them, are they going to ask if I can give him child. "What have you told your parents about me? Are they going to ask if I can produce child, are they going to want to know what I do for you?" I look at Rafe he's watching me with a strange face, this gets me walking faster. "Tavi calm down I haven't had a chance to tell them about you. They won't ask if you can produce a child, they better not ask what you do for me. Don't worry they will just want to get to know the woman I'm sharing my bed and apartment with." I sigh and slip back into bed with him. "Does this mean we are joined? I'm sorry I don't know how things work now but with the tribe after one night of sex and sleep you either don't go back or you pledge to join." Rafe just stares at me a moment then blinks. "Are you saying it's that easy to get married in your tribe?" "Well no, the man speaks with your family to see if they do not mind you trying him out. If they are fine with it you share bed, if it is what you want out of a man you pledge. The man has a choice in pledging or not, I've never heard of a man not pledging when she asks." "Was Alo your first?" I smile at Rafe and giggle getting a raised eyebrow. "Alo was my first we did not join until a summer later. He was the chief's child so as future chief he had to be sure. He also couldn't just pick one woman and join with her. Everyone knew I was Alo's choice, tradition had to be followed. I had more men asking for me than he had women. I would tease him on that he even snuck me to his blanket three times. The last time he got away with sneaking me was the mud incident." "Oh no, you are not stopping with nothing but mud incident. You are so telling me everything." I giggle and smile at Rafe. "The last time Alo snuck me was perhaps three moons before it would have been a full summer and we could join. It had been storming we snuck away and found a rock to climb on. We are on the rock having fun when we both have an orgasm. During the orgasms we end up rolling off the rock right into mud. We finish with the enjoying in the mud then just lie there a little bit before returning. It had stopped raining so we go back covered in mud. The chief is rather mad at us, though he's yelling with a smile. He always liked me everyone liked me I was looked at as a wonderful woman to have joined to the chief." "How did he know you two had been having sex?" "Mud is black the fluids coming from me were white, it was rather obvious." Rafe pulls me to him whispering assurances. We both fall asleep rather quickly. I dream of Ref having sex with me and biting me, except not where I had been but off to the side. It is a very strange experience to watch myself having sex as a third person. I wake with a start to find Rafe shaking me the sky turning light. "Tavi are you OK? You were muttering in your sleep." I sigh and hold Rafe. "I was watching myself with Ref off to the side. I will get a meal started, perhaps pancakes if you do not mind helping me." "I think if you want to do sweet I will introduce you to donuts. Store isn't open yet so why don't we try shaving you first." I look at Rafe lost. "Rafe what is this you are speaking, donuts and shaving?" "Donuts are food you can eat, generally for breakfast. They are covered in frosting and sometimes filled with cream. Shaving is something women do to their legs and arm pits, I do not know how long they have been but I do like it." I look down at my legs then back up at Rafe. "So women try and look like they are a child when they are not?" "No it's more so they look nice in dresses. Picture me in a dress I would look weird wouldn't I?" I laugh picturing it. "Yes you would, you are a man." "There are men who dress like a woman and try to look like a woman. Part of the reason they can is because they shave their legs, it is not to look like a child it is to look different from a guy in a dress." I stare at Rafe a moment thinking before I nod. "Alright we shall try shaving you will need to help me." Rafe smiles at me then gets up to lead me into the bathroom. "While we are doing this could we try and shave somewhere else? I've always wanted to have sex with a shaved woman, it looks so interesting." "Show me first, I do not know where else to shave." I stop and look down and groan, Rafe laughs and pulls me to the laptop. "Here is some porn, not just porn stars shave but these are the easiest to see for anyone not dating a shaved woman." I would ask what porn is, then decide it must be having sex while being watched. Then I look closer, the women all are hairless down there. I'm rather speechless I do not understand the why of wishing to shave off the hair that marks you as a woman. "Does it grow back?" I ask when I can speak again. "Yes, well with you we don't know. Most likely it will you eat regular food, you are not cold to the touch." "First time at things is nice. You can shave me there as well, it better be nice or grow back or I will be cross." The first thing he shaves is my armpits. I can't help but feel and I have to admit it feels nicer to have no hair there. Not that I had much anyway it is a noticeable difference. Rafe then does my legs, it is painful a time or two the look is nice at least. I'm scared of him doing something wrong when he shaves me there, so much so that I'm trembling. I sit on the toilet with the seat down. I'm getting happy with Rafe down there shaving me. I know it sounds weird but with his hands moving over that special area I can't help but get excited. It's feeling so nice I'm getting close to an orgasm. The topper comes when he finishes he licks me. I have such a strong reaction to that I have to drop from the ceiling. I kiss Rafe strong and put my hand to his already excited cock. Rafe makes me groan when he shoves me in the shower to wash the shaving lotion off. Still excited I pay special attention to there to find I feel different. Closing my eyes I explore myself, my excitement getting higher and higher. I'm making happy sounds and not really caring about anything except getting an orgasm when Rafe wraps me in a towel. I do manage to make sure he is excited with me. Once in the bedroom I pick him up and toss him on the bed. I follow him saying we shall have two firsts now. Rafe doesn't seem to be wanting to be atop me so I climb atop him. Finding he's excited still I put him in the right place and sink down him. Muttering about three firsts I bounce on him. His cock in me is just what I wanted, after a little bouncing Rafe gets in to it as well. This turns very nice very fast, his hands move to my breasts doing nice things to me. I lean forward a little, this makes me move a little different and this really sets me on the orgasm train as Rafe called it once. My happy noises of my orgasm get Rafe very in to sex with me. Wrapping me in his arms we roll over, I happily let Rafe have his way with me. He's moving atop me very nicely, kissing away. I wrap my legs around him and move with him. I'm hammering on the door of another orgasm when Rafe makes his happy noise. His hot fluids in me sets off my orgasm. We just lie there happily sated for a little while then Rafe looks at the clock. "Come on let's go buy some donuts and see if we can get you blood from the butchers." I sigh but get up anyway today Rafe puts me in what he calls a sundress. With shoes on we head for his car and I find out something interesting. Walking with no hair on my body is different than walking with hair. I tell Rafe this and he laughs, I pinch his arm and tell him I will shave him. I get an odd look for the comment I sigh and watch where we are going. While we walk through the store I try and read what the different things are. Rafe has to help me with many of them and we spend quite a while just exploring the store. The donuts are strange looking the reaction we get when we ask for the blood is stranger. It takes a while of explaining to them that I need the blood for my cooking before we get any. Taking solace in the gallon of blood we get in what Rafe calls a milk carton for cheap. Even Rafe is saying it is cheap we pick up a hairbrush for me along with the donuts and a box of root beer. A woman painted as if for war observes that I should wear makeup while we are picking out the hairbrush. Rafe explains what it is so we go and look, this is confusing and there is much. I decide against foundation, none of it looks like my skin and I don't want to be lighter or darker. We do pick out a few colors of eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick. Rouge turns out to be not for me, the colors are too light to blend as the packages claim. We get into line at the check out as Rafe calls it where I am asked how I got my hair so straight. I look at the woman behind us she is a little darker than I am. Her hair is quite curly making me wonder what tribe she is from. I tell her which tribe I am from and ask after her tribe. Rafe has to explain what African American means, then explains to me that I am Native American. This check out takes forever so find myself talking to the African American woman, we end up talking about bras. My not knowing what it is leads to a discussion on panties and lingerie in general. By the time we have paid for the items we picked out, Brandi has gotten my email and Rafe's cell phone number. She also got me to think about letting her cut my hair. I spend the drive back going between asking Rafe if I should cut it and wondering if it will grow back if I do. I get set in front of the laptop and handed the entire box of donuts. Rafe takes a donut, puts another in my hand and finds a site for me to read. I get about halfway through the story with help from Rafe to figure out I'm reading a sex story. I hit Rafe then keep reading, it's not terribly exciting for me but it is something to read. After three stories we are out of donuts, I have had a root beer and I have to go to the bathroom. Rafe is excited for me, I'm not sure why he is excited but I do have to go. He comes with me and explains how everything works. I find the toilet paper is nice, much better than using leaves or dirt. I can't get Rafe to help me with the makeup, instead he tells me to wait. So we go and watch TV until I suggest I make a meal. There is a knock at the door, I just move straight there. Opening the door happily, it's my third time answering the door to find an older man and woman standing there. Rafe catches up with me getting a smile out of both of them. She moves past me to hug him leaving the man standing there staring at me. "Mom, dad this is Tavi, she's living with me now." I smile cautiously, now both of them are staring at me. "Well that is wonderful I shall have to yell at you for not telling us about her sooner. Tavi please come sit down and tell us about yourself." Mom says with a forced smile taking my arm to lead me to the sofa. I tell them my story, start to the current point. I'm starting to wonder how many times I will have to say it. After utter silence for a little while Rafe has me walk up the wall to the ceiling and around a bit up there. When I drop down again Rafe pulls me into his arms and mom finds her voice. "Good heavens, who knew that vampires were real." Dad is just making odd noises, his eyes wide. "I only know of two, Ref and myself. Rafe here is the spitting image of Ref, more or less why we're together. To be fair to Rafe, he has bigger muscles and much better in bed." "I'm not any good in a fight." Rafe says making me look up at him. "I'm not very good either, I should work on that I suppose since I'm apparently not going to die without help." "There was a martial arts place just a mile or so down the road. It would help I'm sure." Dad says finally finding his voice. "I will be sure and take Tavi there later. Mom, Tavi found out about makeup at the store earlier, would you help her with it before we go eat?" I get to spend the next hour learning how to do makeup. It takes a while because it's my first time and according to mom nobody is good at first. I also get some tips on what colors to get for everything. The smiles we get when we leave the bathroom make me think I did good. Then we are off to eat lunch, we go to a strange place where there is food set up in trays. I am quite happy I get to try everything here, according to what Rafe says this is Chinese food. I don't know what Chinese food is but I find it is really delicious, even the sweet and sour things they are sweet but not to sweet. I especially like the egg rolls they are like burritos without beans. I tell Rafe we have to find cookbooks on Chinese food, and everything else. He buries his face in his hands his parents laugh and assure me they will help. Then they ask after my birthday, I don't know when it was. As far as I know it was cold when I was born, the tribe did not celebrate birthdays we simply marked when it turns summer. Rafe suggests we use the day he unearthed me as my birthday. This works for me and his parents so I get teased on being two days old. When we get back to the apartment we turn the TV on to see a commercial about my interview. It doesn't really say much, just that vampires exist and shows me walking on the ceiling. Which is pretty good as far as advertisements go if Rafe and his parents are anything to go by. I get to learn how to check my email while his parents watch TV. Something called football, determined to ask what football is I go through my email. I have more than I expected, there are a few new email account messages, one from Brandi and one from Amanda. I go through the new email messages first and learn how to work this email. Amanda's email is about how excited her manager is about the interview and how it's being picked up worldwide. After getting Rafe to explain what Amanda is saying in her email I move on to Brandi's. She is gushing over the advertisement she saw on my interview and pressuring me to come in to her salon for a hair cut. Out of emails I sit on Rafe and watch TV, I tease him about needing a seat on the ceiling for me. When I get up to make a meal I decide on making burritos, I don't have a large variety in my recipes. Luckily we have plenty of cheese so I get the meat boiling. Adding in all of the things I wanted I just pop back in Rafe's lap to let it cook. I get to ask lots of questions on football, on purpose asking the same ones. Rafe and his dad are very interested in this game eventually Rafe puts his hand over my mouth. After nibbling on his hand a little he takes it off my mouth and I lean into him. Right when the game is getting exciting for them I complain that the game is too violent. Mom laughs as Rafe and his dad glare at me so I jump back into the kitchen. I squeak when I find the cornmeal, it's too early to be having any with the tribe. I get a better idea on what to make, but do not have the husk. Popping back in Rafe's lap I demand money to go buy the husks with. As it turns out Rafe does not have any money, he uses a card. So I get to learn how to use the card and get another card to get cheaper things at the store. I decide to go to the front door of the store to not create a panic. I create a panic anyway the front door is quite busy. Properly ashamed of myself I dash through to find the husks. My attention is drawn to something I've never had before, hot chocolate though it isn't exactly called that. I grab a package of that after asking a perfectly nice man about it. After paying I pop back in to the kitchen to get the meal finished only to yell at Rafe. There is not a steamer in the kitchen, after his mom promises to buy me one I make one out of a big pan, a wire rack and a second pan. Mom told me how to do it I am too used to the one I grew up with sitting on the hot rock by the fire. Feeling dumb I conscript mom into helping me do up a package of rice, I'm still not that good at reading. I do end up smiling through dinner, I had realized I didn't know mom's name, when I asked she told me to just call her mom. Dad agreed after she went and turned the TV off. It might sound weird that a person who is at least seven hundred years old wants a mom and dad. I find I don't care, I need help to get used to all of the magic in this new time I have found myself in. Interview with the vampire, the station actually named it that. Everyone else laughs I don't know why until I am told of a book with that exact name about of all things a reporter getting an interview with a vampire. Amanda appears first to say that there was nothing faked in the interview, Tavi does not lie and a few other things. The actual interview I am happy to see is not altered they even have the little wayward dress part after I go up on the ceiling. Well not so happy about the wayward dress part, though it was at least not in focus. Rafe explains they blurred me there so children could watch. I make him explain why I was blurred for children to watch, I'm the one interviewed so don't need to listen. It does not make sense though I've found much of this new world does not make sense. After mom and dad leave I try the new blood and am quite happy to note it is filling. Then we go see the martial arts place, the man there who makes me call him sensei is quite happy I am there. Apparently his is a new dojo, I ask what that means, then agree to let him use me as part of his advertising. Rafe is happy enough, I get free lessons and he can take part as often as he is up to it. Once we get back I get to spend three hours going through the emails I received. Some are confusing, devil spawn, rot in hell you evil creature. Some are pleas to be made into a vampire, I have to answer each of those that I do not know how and will announce if I learn. Some are pleas to be bitten by me I do not understand those. I get Rafe to help me make a group email saying that I do not feed off people for all of those. A few are requests for interviews, some from authors, more from news people. One catches my eyes it is a request from a movie executive to star in movies. Rafe makes me agree to one from a Barbara Walters, I do not understand this but he assures me it is a good idea. None from a vampire, at least not so far, I'm sad about that. Rafe tells me it's early yet my interview is not world wide yet. Brandi calls to enthuse about my interview and to say I should come in to get my hair cut. I agree to doing it after we find out if I grow hair back or not. I tell her about the acting offer and have to hold the phone away from me for a bit. Finally Brandi hangs up and I get to head to bed with Rafe. I'm looking forward to Monday it's the first time I ever knew I was having a Monday, and it's the first day of my Karate lessons. I'm hoping I get to hear back on my job with the police, there is a downside Rafe has to work. They are going to finish off the cemetery I was buried at to make a parking lot. Vampire Before we go to sleep Rafe is all over me, his hands exploring my body. I tease him that we already had sex then climb over him to explore every bit of his lovely body. I'm enjoying his wonderful chest when we roll over and I'm on my back. Rafe slides down me kissing on the way then breathes on my pussy. Now this is a very nice first, I open my mouth to ask what he will do when he does it. I squeak when his tongue comes out and explores me. He has to hold on to my hips to keep me stationary enough to lick at me. The rest of me is bucking and bending as he does his wonderful treatment of me. I get loud when my orgasm arrives wrapping him up tight with my legs as I thrash about. After my orgasm Rafe moves up me, I'm not sure I want to kiss him now, I get kissed anyway and find it's nice. I can taste myself on Rafe and find it's a good flavor. While I'm eagerly kissing him, he puts his cock in me. I get a small orgasm as I help him move in me, he's a bit more eager than I am. When I realize this I move faster with him eager for more orgasms and his. I don't have to wait long for another of mine, shortly after moving better with Rafe I am making the happy sounds. Even better, Rafe does not make his own happy sounds. I get to enjoy him moving in me longer, I kiss him more to show my happiness. I'm getting close to another orgasm when Rafe finds his. Happily for me the warmth he puts in me sends me to my orgasm. We both just lie there enjoying the after feeling, I get to enjoy the warmth he put in me and wonder if he would like to know what it's like. Once we are moving again Rafe curls up on me so I know how it feels. I tease him about being so heavy before relaxing and wondering what my emails will be like in the morning. Hoping that I do hear from a vampire, perhaps I can make Rafe one after finding out how, I close my eyes. I wake up early today there is a weird buzzing noise. Rafe explains it is an alarm so he can be up when he needs to be before dashing for the shower. I head into the kitchen with a yawn it feels weird to be up before the sun. Deciding I will try pancakes I pore over the instructions on the box. Following them as closely as I can I make pancakes then make up some egg. With the plates on the table I search for the syrup finally finding it in the back of the farthest cabinet from the table. "You're really getting into trying every meal aren't you?" Rafe says as he sits down staring at his plate of pancakes and egg. "It's how I was raised, I learned that my place is making meals, helping the tribe, keeping my man in clothes and helping him go about with a smile. I also learned to never waste, so in that spirit we are having enchiladas and last nights meal later." "I don't know there isn't a microwave near there and I'm sure your cooking is better hot." I smile at Rafe, he smiles back a little confused. "You forget I just appear where I wish, I have been where you are working. I will bring you a plate of hot food." "Can you appear in a safe spot, like the street? We are going to finish getting the bodies out, there are only a few more then we are grinding it and leveling it." "I will ride with you to work I will then appear next to your car if that is fine." Rafe smiles at me then obviously relieved. "Sounds fine to me if you can follow the time come with food at one." Breakfast finished the syrup is surprisingly good, we get dressed. Rafe makes sure I know how to get to my email then ushers me to his car. I watch where we are going while he drives I can't help the squeak when I notice a bookstore. I don't think I said anything, Rafe just sighs and hands over his card with an admonition to just buy two when I stop in later. There are some cars already there when Rafe parks, the guys come over while we get out. "Rafe it's your turn to pick up lunch." One says, I notice it's the guy that had given me the food. "Ah hell, Tavi do you think we got enough for these four plus me and you?" Rafe asks looking at me, I smile at him. "If not I can make up something. After I go through my emails I'm going to pick up a couple cookbooks and try some of the recipes. I hope it is alright if I have to pick up ingredients." "Yes that is fine with me, try cookies and candies." I give Rafe a kiss and go back home to be overwhelmed with emails. The number of them is staggering it seems just about every person on the planet has emailed me. I learn quickly that the majority are wishing to become a vampire or wish to be bitten. Remembering how to do the group email thing I send out two, one for the becoming a vampire crowd and one for the bitten. More requests for interviews, more devil spawn, two more offers of an acting career. The return email from Barbara Walters asking me when would be good for me takes up some time. Brandi sent an email asking if I can stop by her shop for what she calls a consultation on my hair. After sending an email to Brandi saying to send me a picture of a safe spot to appear in her shop I head to the bookstore. After the clerk stops screeching that I'm there in her shop and stops offering me vampire books I get my two cookbooks. After being blinded by the flashes of light from pictures being taken I return home. I have a lot of cookies and candies to make. Looking at the clock I decide I should keep it smaller and pick out two things to make. So with that in mind I make a list of the things I need for both. After checking what is in the kitchen I go to the grocery. My sudden everyone wants to touch me and take pictures of me thing creates a problem. Namely I can't really move the cart or me. Luckily a very nice young man takes notice and comes over. He offers to help me shop if I can stay out of reach. So I walk on the roof while he follows my list. I drop down to help him decide on which particular item I wish. He even makes suggestions on which I should buy with comparisons to price and taste. It is not until we get to check out that I realize he works here. I return home and work on the cookies and divinity. I decided on that one since it sounded so different and only appeared in one of the books. Even doing a search on it resulted in two different recipes. Easy is good for my first candy. I've got half an hour left when I finish doing the candy and cookies I split everything up into three sets. One for Rafe and the guys at his work one for here and one for Brandi. While I get the leftovers heated I try a cookie and the divinity. The cookie is short a little flavor so I make a note to play with it in the book. The divinity is delicious at least. Getting everything ready I collect the plates and forks stack it all and head to Rafe's car. I practically drop everything they are all sitting there waiting for me. In no time I get the leftovers on to separate plates and passed out. Rafe joins me on his hood to eat the meal. The guys are tossing compliments my way as they eat the leftovers. When it comes to the cookies and candies they keep coming. I am liking this then a thought comes to me, are they happy with my cooking or am I perhaps influencing them as part of my being a vampire. I am quite happy with Rafe, but why did he go along with me. "Rafe, are my meals really that good or is this evidence of a vampire power?" Everybody stops talking and stares at me then they laugh. "Tavi your meals are that good, besides we always get fast food. No matter how easy it is to get it doesn't do justice to a meal made by a person. I'm thinking there is a reason for the question." Rafe pulls me in to him and plants a kiss on my forehead. "It's just I haven't actually cooked anything in a very long time then I make these two meals. I can't think that cooking has not improved in all that time. Not to mention, you guys were digging up coffins and I fall out of one alive, not speaking English and jumping on you. Instead of tossing me off on someone else you stop working to help me, let me move in with you and spend your money. Not to mention Brandi being so friendly to me the instant we meet her." Rafe sighs and gives me a hug. "To be honest, I helped you because you are gorgeous. We all assumed you were a joke, it's not like a person could have been buried in a coffin for one hundred years. You're not really costing me all that much money so far, you're not dying to have the latest dress or shoes. You cook me food, I'm probably going to get fat on your cooking. So far the only thing you are doing is buying books to make more food and I'm getting sex. Brandi is just a friendly gal these guys are only nice if you feed them, not always then either. They would be making bad passes on you if you weren't a vampire." I snuggle in closer to Rafe then look at him. "What's wrong with being a vampire?" "Nothing wrong with it, we don't want to piss you off. We all watched your interview and Rafe talks to us. Tossing him on the bed is not easy for most." Before I can look at the guy talking Rafe makes a noise. "What's wrong with tossing you on the bed?" I'm confused now. "Nothing, I'm over two hundred pounds and you got me airborne with little effort. Most guys have problems doing it with effort." I groan and bury my face in Rafe's shoulder. "I swear I'm not going to hurt you, I like having someone I can turn to for advice and help. I'm hoping to find a vampire to teach me how to make others so I can make you a vampire if you let me." The guys all make noise with comments of sweet and touching. Before Rafe can say anything his cell phone beeps. He looks at it a moment then has me collect the plates and forks. Peter is at our apartment looking for me. I give Rafe a kiss then go home. I drop the plates in the sink go open the door and head back to do the dishes. "Tavi I was sent to see if you perhaps can alter how you look. Besides the wolf, most impressive though rare here, it is wondered if perhaps you could be disguised and help investigate." Peter says when he comes in to the kitchen. "I'm not sure, how disguised are you talking?" "No idea I'm only here to ask the question because you know me." I sigh and look at Peter dressed like he was the first time I met him. Since he's standing right there I figure why not and think about looking just like him. When Peter gasps I look down at myself, I look the same to me. He is staring above my head so I look up I don't see anything. "What are you staring at?" "Well me with your voice. Can you make you sound like me as well?" I think about sounding like Peter. "I'm not sure can I?" Peter shakes his head then walks forward and tries to touch my shoulder farther up than my shoulder is. His hand goes through the shoulder and he backs up shocked. He looks at me again blinking a couple times. "I guess it was an illusion, really good though it seems to break when you touch what isn't there. Perhaps you can alter how you look, probably hide better as well." "Hmmm, let's go into the bathroom so I got a mirror and you can tell me combinations." We head into the bathroom Peter sits on the counter while I stand in front of the mirror. After a moment I go into the kitchen and go back with a chair I can stand on. Peter laughs until I give him a dirty look. "OK, so without changing you let's change some minor things. Let's start with hair, can you go blonde?" I look at my hair and picture the blonde hair you see on TV and walking around so often. My hair turns blonde, the light sun color blonde that really seems to be popular. Makes me look weird with my dark skin color and blonde hair. "Right that is impressive, course you look weird. Let's see if you can have light skin, think of Rafe and picture you having that skin color." I picture myself with Rafe's skin color it's pretty darn pale with just a hint of brown. "I'm going to visit Brandi at her shop as soon as we are done here so don't take to long. I want to try a new recipe for dinner." I say before Peter can say anything else. "No problem, you still look a bit like you. Hmmm, can you just add makeup without putting it on?" I stare at Peter a moment then close my eyes picturing putting makeup on yesterday. When I open my eyes I have makeup on, the same color I had yesterday. The red lipstick looks fine the rest is a bit lighter than looks good with this pale skin. I adjust the colors until I look nice and get a smile out of Peter. "Dang and I thought you looked nice before. I admit it I find myself wanting a white woman you seem to like the guys white you're rubbing off on me." Peter says laughing then reaches out to touch me. "Now this is perfect, you still look like a little blonde woman. Feel up to a drive to the station?" I grab Peter's hand and take us to the station luckily there isn't anyone there besides the guy sitting at the desk. Peter looks a little shaken he staggers over to the desk and leans against it. I notice I'm hungry this isn't good I don't have any blood here. "Well taking a person makes me hungry. I'll be right back we got plenty of blood in our fridge." "Tavi hang on, we have blood here." Peter says recovering enough to stand up. "Why do you have blood here?" I'm confused why would they have blood in a police station. "Our captain got us working on it. He said if we are going to have you help us we may as well stock blood for you." "Hang on that can't be Tavi, I saw the interview she wasn't blonde." The guy behind the desk says as Peter grabs up the phone. I groan and walk up the wall getting a muttered curse. Shortly after the suit man appears holding a little jar. After he opens it I rush over and down the whole thing. I sigh with the feeling I get, my hunger is mostly gone and I feel good. "Do you have a second one on you somewhere? Peter is hard to move this far you understand." Peter groans and takes off saying he will be right back. "Tavi that is one hell of a great disguise, did you do that yourself or did you learn how to do makeup?" "A little of both, I can look like Peter but it's only an illusion according to him. It went away when he tried to touch his shoulder. I can make myself look different and it holds up to touch. Can't alter my voice and probably don't smell different." "Still if we can alter how long your hair is and change your skin and hair color nobody will know the difference." I shake my head. "Not changing my hair length until I know if it can grow back or not. I shaved to test, I admit it's nicer without and I fit in better, but I want to know if I can get my hair back, I like it to my waist." Suit man smiles and nods. "I didn't mean cut it we can put it under a hat, put it up in a bun or just tuck it into your shirt." Peter comes back with a second jar I take it and down it. I can't help smiling this feels really good. Both of the guys are staring at me. "That hit the spot I'm feeling really good now." "Tavi you are practically floating." Peter says looking me up and down. "I might have drunk a bit more than I needed. Come on I'll take you back to our apartment and head over to Brandi." I shake my head losing the different color skin and hair. "If you could not mention that you can disguise yourself or working for the cops. Granted you can look like anyone but it would still be easier if you don't advertise that." Suit man says looking nervous. "No problem just send me an email, call Rafe, or send someone over and I'll just appear in here whenever you need me." I smile at suit man then Peter hands me a box. "Cell phone for you, keep it in your purse or someplace handy there's no telling when you will be called, one of the dangers of police work." Peter says with a smile, I grab his hand and put us back in the apartment. "I'll see if Brandi can teach me how to use this. These things are so strange I'll probably ask Rafe to explain it a few times after Brandi." I say while Peter is trying to orient himself again. "I wish you would warn me, when you take me with you it's like I'm torn to pieces then put back together again." I stare at Peter shocked and completely unsure on what to say. "It's not like that for me, I just picture where I wish to be and poof I'm there in a blink. There are cookies and divinity on the table, take a few with you if you want." I say when I finally find my voice again. I sit down and go through my email, there is a goodly number of them again most are wishing to be a vampire and wishing to be bitten. Some more requests for interviews and another one from Brandi. This is the one I wished it has a picture of a spot in a surprisingly small place. With Peter gone for his car, my new cell phone box and the plate of cookies and divinity in hand I go to Brandi's salon. I look around this is a really small place, only three strange looking chairs. Five women and one guy staring at me four sets of eyes bulging mouths hanging open. Brandi is smiling at me and talking a mile a minute until I hold my hand up. "Brandi slow down I've only known English for four days." Brandi takes a deep breath smiles at me and starts over. "I didn't think you would come today. I wasn't sure you would at all it's not like I'm easy to get along with." She was going to keep talking I could just tell so I stuck a cookie in her mouth. "I bought a couple cookbooks today and following advice from Rafe I decided on making cookies and candy. I decided on chocolate chip and divinity I found I need to adjust the cookie recipe. I also need your help with this cell phone, I just got it and I have no idea how they work." Brandi is staring at me her eyes bulging and mouth hanging open now, she finished that cookie fast. "Well sit down here and let's look over that cell phone." Brandi puts the plate on the counter there in front of where I am sitting. While she is opening up the cell phone box everybody descends on the plate to grab up cookies and divinity. I get to spend the next half hour learning how the thing works then make my very first call to Rafe. While I'm talking Brandi is running her hands through my hair and sighing. "I'm not letting you cut my hair." "I'm not thinking of cutting it, honestly I'm jealous of your hair, it's so black, straight, and soft. I wish mine was like this, well maybe not this long. I'm trying to think of ways I can style it without cutting it I don't think you would like a bee hive. Would you like cornrows?" "What are cornrows?" The man comes over holding something in his hands. "Here girlfriend these are cornrows." He puts the thing in front of me to show a dark skinned woman with her hair tied up in rows on her head with rope hanging off. "I don't know I'm not sure I would look good in those, I still have a meal to make and I start learning Karate tonight." Brandi leans on my shoulders and smiles at me from the mirror. "Tavi have some faith, I do this for a living and this style is popular with us bad hair people. I can do that in two hours with unruly curled to death hair I can do you in half an hour." "Well so long as I can undo it later." "You can I promise, maybe I'll join you for the karate learning, my neighborhood is getting worse I swear." So I lean back and let Brandi give me cornrows, I even get to pick what color beads she uses to tie the rope together with. She was right she's doing it fast, perhaps halfway through I'm surprised by a strange noise. Brandi groans stops working on my hair and hands me my cell phone. "Hello?" First time being called and I have no idea what I am doing. "Tavi hey I was just making sure you figured out how to use the cell phone. Make sure you look at it, the detectives know to send you a picture so you can appear where they are." It's Peter on the other end. "OK, why do you know this?" "Because I am your liaison with the police, the chief figured since English is not your first language you would need someone who speaks your first language. I'm the only cop that does, we don't venture off the reservation that often and we all speak English anyway." Vampire (From the 1939 edition of the Compass Encyclopedia, Volume Thirty-Seven, Umbrella-Vermin.) The vampire is a creature of folklore. It features primarily in Eastern European folklore, but virtually every culture on earth has some sort of local variant on vampire myth. This has led some foolish people to speculate that there is a factual basis to the vampire legend. Such a speculation is certainly beyond the realm of this publication, but the advances in modern science, geographic exploration, and archaeological researches seem to imply that if vampires genuinely existed, the human race at large would be aware of their presence. Saving a vast conspiracy to suppress such information, which is, of course, utterly absurd, we can safely assume that vampires are not real and that they do not lurk in the night waiting to drain us of our blood. Those who insist that such a conspiracy does exist point to the vampire's supposed "mesmeric gaze", which can hypnotize a person into doing the vampire's bidding. According to myth, the vampire can so thoroughly enthrall a victim that they willingly present themselves to be fed upon, even enjoying the sensations of being bitten and having their blood slowly, sensuously drained out by undead lips. Certainly, if such a power were real, vampires could use it to gain control of key figures in the publishing industry, ensuring that only harmless myths and legends about the vampire circulated, instead of the true facts on how to destroy the blood-sucking fiends. Only those of great cunning and immensely strong will would be able to withstand the vampire's unnatural charisma, and those few who did not fall victim to the seductive gaze and mental domination of the vampire would no doubt be easy prey for their inhuman strength and speed. No doubt most would rather submit to the warm, mindless thralldom within the endless fathoms of the vampire's eyes than be left a broken corpse for defying them. For according to virtually all of the legends that are in strange, almost eerie levels of concordance on the existence of the vampire, they are indeed terrifyingly formidable foes. They are stronger than ten men, no matter how physically frail they appear to be (even a dainty female vampire, who looks soft and enticing, can lift a man and hurl him into the rollers of a printing press should he defy her) and can move almost faster than the human eye can follow. They can regenerate damaged tissue with inhuman speed, dissolve into mist, and transform into a bat or a wolf at will. Even in these alternative states, they retain their mesmeric abilities; folklore (which is, of course, a somewhat unreliable third-hand recounting of eyewitness testimony) records instances of a woman compelled to wander out into the fog, lured onwards by the swirling, hypnotic patterns within the mist until she is far away from any who could hope to rescue her. Only then would the vampire resume human form (naked, of course; some legends claim that the vampire could transform her clothing into mist as well, but this is an utterly absurd supposition) and caress the woman's warm flesh with her cold fingers. The helpless, trembling victim would then willingly bare not just her neck, but any part of her that the vampire wished to bite. Before her fiancé even noticed her absence, she would become a slave of the fiendish creature as she shuddered in the ecstasy of the monster's hellish "kisses". Such victims generally undergo one of two fates...again, according to lore. Either the vampire drains them of their blood over the course of a few days or a week, their hideous appetites testing the poor unfortunate beyond endurance...or (and this is considered to be a literal fate worse than death) they find the victim in some way "worthy" of becoming a vampire as well. These victims seemingly die of blood loss, but they have been marked by the vampire as one of their chosen. After three days and three nights of lying in their grave, they return to a parody of life as one of the undead. This newly-born vampire then preys on their own victims, but they remain a devoted slave of the vampire who turned them. (Most accounts of the vampire agree that they are depraved sexual predators as well as bloodthirsty monsters; female vampires, in particular, are said to take women and seduce them into sapphic trysts under the cover of darkness, where they think their daytime lovers cannot see them writhing in passion as their undead lover drinks blood from between their thighs.) Once a victim becomes a vampire, legend suggests only a few ways to end their cursed existence. Hammering a wooden stake through their hearts while they sleep the day away on a bed of their native soil, then decapitating them and burying the head separately from the body is a reliable way of putting a vampire to rest...or so the legend goes; in addition, vampires are said to fear religious symbols, and consecrating their resting place with them forces them to find another, lest they perish when the sun rises and they cannot sleep. (This has led to claims that the vampire fears sunlight, but that variant on folklore comes from the motion pictures, and is a relatively recent addition to vampire lore. In fact, although they are possessed with a great lethargy during the daytime hours, they can move about freely during the day once they have renewed their contact with native soil at dawn. If the legends are to be believed, that is.) Motion pictures have also suggested that vampires are vulnerable to weapons forged from silver, and this supposed "fact" has indelibly fixed itself into the popular conception of vampires. Again, this is seized on by those who believe in the existence of a secret cabal of the undead that rules humanity from beyond the grave; they believe that vampires are using the newly popular mass media to plant misconceptions about vampires and their vulnerabilities, making it even harder for humans to fight off the predations of the undead. While this encyclopedia certainly cannot speculate about the threat of a vampiric "shadow government" that takes what they want and scarcely even deigns to notice the grieving, damaged humans left in their wake, we do believe in a commitment to accuracy, even in folkloric matters. As such, we wish to make it clear: If you encounter a vampire, sunlight and silver are useless. Attack them during the day, when they are vulnerable, and pound a good, solid stake of oak or hawthorn through their heart. Do not weep for the woman that you once loved; she is already dead. Instead, think of yourself as freeing her soul from the lascivious blood slave she has become. Of course, legend makes much of the short lifespan of supposed "vampire hunters", and indeed, the risks of battling the true masters of the world must be extreme. Though vampires rarely distinguish one human from another, save when they take a favorite as their latest "pet" (humans would call them "victims"), they move quickly and ruthlessly to extinguish a potential threat. They are adept at moving under the cover of shadows, both literally and metaphorically, and many of the believers in the "vampire conspiracy" suspect that they engineer natural and artificial disasters to cover the evidence of their brutal rule. Naturally, it is impossible for vampire hunters to prove or disprove the existence of their nemeses; their mortal (or rather, immortal) foes supposedly control all media, so that the vampire hunters must spread their campaign of resistance through word of mouth. (And given the vampire's penchant for brutal murder, an entire cell of vampire hunters can be wiped out with no witnesses left to carry on the fight. Thusly, vampires remain in the realm of myth and legend, instead of being viewed as a very real threat for humans to wipe out through concerted effort.) Supposedly, no publishing house, movie studio, or radio station can exist for long without a vampire finding its owners and operators and whispering darkly seductive words into their ears, hypnotizing them with their unnatural aura and leaving them breathless with the ecstasy of following their commands. These men and women escape the vampire's decadent bloodlust, but only so that they can remain their helpless thralls for the rest of their lives. (One could surmise it to be a pleasant slavery, but one purchased at the cost of betraying the human race to the undead.) Those few who resist openly perish in 'accidents'...according to the conspiracy theorists, of course, who can only imagine the terror of watching a vampire murder a good friend, a man of strong will and kind heart, while everyone else in the room watches with glazed and empty eyes. They can only surmise the feelings of anger and despair that must go through a man's heart as he curses himself for not warning his friend sooner, for not being able to lift a finger now lest he join his comrade in death's swift embrace. They can only suspect how difficult it is not to let even a flicker of their inner turmoil show on their face, for fear of having the vampire suspect something is amiss. But that would be the only course for someone who wished to spread the word of the true dangers of the vampire. Owning a printing press would never do; it would simply mark you out for vampiric domination. Naturally, editors and writers are either entranced by the beautiful, pale vampiric women who seduce and enthrall them, or else must submit their work to someone who is. Only by working as a typesetter, directly on the printing press, could one insert even a circumspect indictment of the vampiric cabal that rules this world as a butcher rules a stockyard. Again, according to legend. (Shortly after publication, the 1939 edition of the Compass Encyclopedia was pulped by the publisher, who cited numerous "factual errors" in its composition. The company went out of business shortly afterwards, and the publisher went to jail for arson after setting his own printing-house on fire--with the employees still inside--to collect the insurance money and recoup his losses on the encyclopedia. Most remaining copies in circulation were donated to paper drives during the Second World War, or were lost in fires caused by wartime bombing. As a result, this volume is in high demand today by private collectors.) THE END Vampire She turned feeling eyes on her back. She had never known such intensity. Their were many guys staring at them, well what do you expect, a beautiful blond, a fiery redhead, and a sparkly brunette. But one of those guys stood out in particular. She looked over the cafe, twisting slightly in her seat, trying to find out who it was that was looking at her, so intensely that she could feel it without even looking... almost luring her to... she didn't know what. She finally found him, and stared, her usual evil glare, and indifferent stature diminishing entirely. He was about 6'2", long jet-black hair, startling blue eyes, garbed in black. It seemed like hours ago that she had just been laughing with her friends about such trivial topics as which store to shop at, and what losers men were. His eyes caught hers; she was under his spell completely and found that she could not look away. She heard her friends calling her name in the background, asking if she was ok. They stopped when they saw him walking over to their table in the back of the bark cafe. She had always liked the dark, thrived in it, and now she knew why, for that man coming toward her was darkness himself. A chill went up her spine when he took her hand, it was so cold, and yet it seemed it emulated warmth that rocked her whole body. Silently she followed him out, her friend staring after her as if in a trance, but she didn't notice. He brought her to a house just down the block, and carried her inside, down into a candlelit chamber underground. The only thing in the room was a bed wrought in silver, velvet and silk. The colors black and red mingled in the design, seeming to shimmer, making her slightly dizzy.He brought her a gown, black and gauzy, almost see through, and she slowly stripped off her cloths and donned the dress. It fit her perfectly, clinging to every curve. He then rose from the plush bed from where he had been watching her change and came towards her. Pulling the pins from her hair, he watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in an array of curls. Gently, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she glanced around the room and she saw something hidden in the shadows. It was long and black, old with time, worn, and yet still as beautiful as the day it had been crafted. It was a coffin. The Vampire! At long last! He has come for me! Her mind screamed at her with glee. She lifted her hair away from her neck, exposing her bare throat, gently pulling him forward, her heart racing faster then ever before. He pulled from her and slowly leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes narrowed a moment before she understood he wanted to love her as a human before he brought her to the darkness. They kissed again passionately, slowly. For a time that was all they did, feeling each other's bodies crushing against each other. Finally she rolled him over, dominating, and it seemed he would allow it, though he could easily overpower her. Looking into his eyes she shrugged out of the flimsy gown, her breasts falling full and heavy, yet they were firm and round. With every breath they heaved suggestively, and she paused for a moment, holding her breath, looking down as she had so many times before to see what they would look like without breath in them. Then she reached over, tugging at his shirt, and he lifted himself to slip from it gracefully, his eyes admiring the curves of her body. As she began to unbutton his jeans, he pulled her close, kissing him again, those elongated teeth biting into her lip subtly. Every kiss and every touch as his hands caressed her aroused her more, and as she reached her own hand down she was somewhat surprised to find his member hard and erect, like marble. She straddled him, rubbing his cock against her juicy clit. Arching his hips, he pushed himself inside her, and she gasped as he stretched her wide, her own back arching in the ecstasy. He pulled her down, brushing her hair from her neck, and his mouth opened as he pressed his teeth to her neck. Quickly he bit down, puncturing her flesh with his sharp teeth. Nimble fingers reached up, as the blood dribbled into his mouth, her own orgasm fueling his. As he came, those fingers gripped the razor tightly, and lifting her, he slashed her throat, watching the surprise on her face, the dread as she realized that this breath was her last. That in all honesty, he was just a man. A man who, however, had fetishes and connections that allowed him such pleasures. As her blood spilled over him, he smiled, rolling her off of him, and lifting her. Slowly he walked over to the coffin, and opening the lid with one hand, looked down at the partially rotted woman within. Carefully he lay this one upon the other, arranging her limbs so that it would look as though the two dead women were embracing. His eyes closed for a moment, he licked the blood from his lips, then turning away and allowing the lid to slam closed, he climbed back into the blood soaked bed. Easily, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with visions of his dead harem, and those that would soon be joining it. Vampire 69 on a Park Bench "Oh god...Chris, anyone could just walk up and see us any second," Alejandra panted. Chris could feel her hot breath on his neck as she sat sidesaddle in his lap on the park bench. Her hips thrusted slightly against his hand, which was inside her pants, teasing her clit. "Come on, Jandra, what are the chances? No one comes to Central Park in the dead of night. It's the most deserted part of the city right now." "Deserted, you say?" He could hear the devious grin in her voice as she continued to ride his hand. "So there's no one around to hear your screams of terror, eh?" He froze as her fangs grazed his neck. "Oh, relax, you. I'm only kidding. You know I'm not the sadistic type." "Thank God for that," he said, slipping his free hand under her blouse to knead her breast. If she had told him right of the bat she was a vampire when they first started dating three months ago, he would have turned around and run for his life. After his first vampire girlfriend had made him an unwilling blood slave and subjected him to innumerable tortures and humiliations, he was wary of the species on the whole. By the time he found out about Jandra, though, he was already too crazy about her to consider leaving. "Chris, you're driving me crazy," she moaned as he drew circles around her pert nipple with his fingertip. "Goddamn it, take off your clothes." Her hand came to the collar of his shirt and she started to undo his buttons one-handedly. "Jandra, don't--" "Nobody's here to see you naked," she reminded him. "Except you with your night vision." Not knowing what he was talking about and not exactly caring, she finished unbuttoning his shirt. By the feeble moonlight, she could make out ridges of scar tissue slashing across his chest and abdomen, evidence of deep, painful cuts. Jandra let out a shuddering breath, subconsciously grinding harder into his hand. "What are these?" she asked, tracing a deep scar line under his collarbone. "Chris, are you a self-injurer?" she playfully bantered, her glinting eyes fixing his with a curious smirk. "Is this going to be a problem? Am I going to come home one day to find you've hanged yourself from the ceiling fan?" "They're...they're from my old mistress," he nervously confessed. "The vampire you told me about?" she figured. "I thought it was traditional to bite on the neck, not go knife-crazy." "It is. She was a little nonconventional." Her smirk still in place, Jandra said, "Chris, did you think I was going to be disgusted by this?" He looked off to the side like a disobedient child caught in some act of delinquency. "Yes." "And you know what happens when we assume, right?" He cocked an eyebrow at her odd fascination as she traced another scar running down his abdomen and under the waistband of his pants. "What, do you have a scar fetish or something?" "Uh-huh," she answered. She carried on exploring the roadmap of scars on his body with her fingers before lowering her mouth to his flesh, taking in the feel and texture of his old wounds with first her lips, then her tongue. More than just aroused, she was rendered dizzy and breathless. Fighting with her higher moral reason was the burning desire to add to his multitude of cuts and greedily suck down his blood. The need to fight off this temptation set a fire in her brain that trickled down her spine and into her loins. "Harder," she urged him on. "Fuck me with your fingers." He thrust his fingers into her pussy, which was now slick with her juices. The hand that was in her shirt moved to the back of her trousers and he gently worked a finger into her anus. She gasped as he inched it inside, feeling his cock hardening against her thigh as her fingers and mouth continued to venerate the desecrated altar of his abused body. He fucked her two holes in turn, pushing in frontwardly and pulling out from behind, then driving in behind while withdrawing from the front. Each time, he pried deeper into her pussy, his fingers curving to rub her sensitive G-spot until she came copiously into his hand with a loud, desperate gasp. A wave of arousal overcame him as his fingers were drenched with her discharge. "God, I have to eat this pussy," he groaned. She wore no panties, so her naked ass was exposed to the moonlight when he yanked her pants down around her ankles. He grabbed her by the waist and raised her sopping wet pussy to his mouth. As her high-heeled feet found purchase on the park bench on either side of him, her pants acted like a strangulation device, pressing into his throat. The resulting light-headedness only added to his pleasure as he licked her pussy clean. Her breath came out in shuddering gasps as she approached a second orgasm. Her head was level with his crotch and she could see his cock was straining the zipper of his pants. "Do you trust me not to bite off your dick?" she asked, but he was too lost in an erotic high to hear her. Without waiting for his response, she undid his fly and sprang his erection, teasing the head with her tongue before she took his full length into her mouth. As he alternatively sucked on her clit and fucked her with his tongue, she came again and again. She tongued the length of his shaft, licked his balls, and sucked him off harder and deeper until he shot his load, which she gagged down and swallowed as if it was vital medication. That's it. What are you still doing here? What, you thought I'd wrap it up with some sentimental crap? Seriously now, she's over. Both characters reached orgasm. Isn't that what you came here for? Well, you got what you wanted, so move it along, you pervert. Also, you just lost the game. Vampire "Well, your finally are awake. How are you?" "Awake, huh? Where am I? Who are you?" "You may call be Sir Tristan. You are in my humble castle," said Tristan. "Castle?! And wait, I thought your name was Matt," said Erin looking around wildly. "Yes castle," replied Tristan. "You lost consciousness back in the club, so I brought you here." Erin memory swam back in bits and pieces. She remembered partying in a club and meeting Matt... Tristan. In the dark of the club all she could see was a dark object mostly mannish is shape. But it was shaped like a man, smelled decent, and seemed like he could be fun to party with. They danced for a while and had a good time. Later when they were getting drinks and he pulled her close. He told her that she was beautiful and that he would like to kiss her. Erin nodded slightly, strangely enchanted by his shadow hidden face. Their lips touched and Erin felt a shock jolt through her; it flew from her lips, down her spine and right between her legs. She pulled "Matt" closer and kissed him harder. He pulled away from her and started butterflying kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Erin's breath became quicker and quicker as he kissed further down. Suddenly, a sharp but pleasing pain erupted from her neck. She felt a bit of warmness flow down her neck and passed out in a storm of white ecstasy. She opened her eyes and found Tristan crouching in front of her. "You are only alive - well sort of – because I want you to be," Tristan told her. "What do you... you bit me didn't you?" "Yes." "Why?" "I am a vampire," Tristan said in a matter of fact manner. Erin screeched "A vampire?!? But but but..." "Simple. I was bitten and then fed my sire's blood. Now I am a vampire." "Sire? Who?... did you turn me?" "My sire doesn't matter... He is dead. I staked him. Got tired of his constant need for me to bring him fresh blood... incompetent old bastard... And yes, that is why you are here. You are my vampire. My vampire sex slave... hehehe" "I'm a vampire," asked Erin. "Wait! You're what?" "Sex slave, get used to the idea," murmured Tristan. "You mime until I decide that you are of no more use to me." Erin stood and backed away from Tristan. She started to turn, but couldn't. Something was holding here there. Something more powerful than she could resist. "Can't move can you?" "Wha... Vampires don't have this sort of power," exclaimed Erin. "Vampires don't but I do. I am more than a normal vampire. Now why don't you remove your cloths for me." Erin's hands moved towards her the buttons on her shirt. She struggled to stop, but couldn't. She had no power over her hands... or any other of her voluntary muscle actions. Her shirt dropped to the ground and then she slipped out of her jeans. There she stood in her bra and panties. A few tears silently streamed down her face. "Crying are we," taunted Tristan. "You should embrace you new life, otherwise you will be miserable forever."' "You bastard!" Tristan took a step forward and slapped her. "Slave! Don't talk that way to me!" He flexed his right hand and Erin passed out. When she came to again, she found herself collared and shackled. Chains from the collar and the shackles ran to large rings attached to the frame of the bed. She writhed and tried to free herself but all she managed to to was attract Tristan's attention. "Awake again, are we? Well good." He walked over to the side of the bed. He let his eyes roam over her body for a minute, taking in every aspect of her lovely form. Her slim body, her well shaped legs, he large breasts. He took a sharp breath in. What a beautiful slave I have, he mused to himself. Suddenly he reached down and tore her panties and bra off. Erin gasped at the forceful removal of her remaining cloths. Erin's arousal was obvious. Tristan reaches down and slide a finger into her cunt. He pulled it out and sucked the juices off. "Hmm... If I didn't know better, I would think you like this sort of thing. But from the way you were acting earlier, I guess you don't," Tristan said with a smile. He slid his cloths off revealing his well toned body. Erin's eyes widened... his cock was huge. It was the biggest one she had ever seen. It was at least 8 inches long and pretty damn thick. Tristan moved to the side of the bed and positioned his cock next Erin's mouth. "Suck it slut." Erin clamped her mouth shut at first. Tristan smiled slightly and her mouth flew open. He slide his cock into her mouth. "Now that is a good girl." Erin moved her head and started sucking his cock. Tristan moaned slightly and then pulled his cock out of her mouth. He bent over her and bit her neck again, letting the blood flow. Erin bucked from the sensation, pleasure filling her body. Tristan stood up and climbed up onto the bed. "You're a good cocksucker slut and you taste good, but I think I want to fuck you now." Erin whimpered as she fought to keep her legs closed. Tristan made another motion and applied a little pressure on her knees. Her legs spread revealing her cunt for Tristan. Erin squeezed her eyes shut to keep from seeing him. He lowered himself over her and slid his cock into her. Erin's eyes flew open when she felt his cock fill her up. Moving terribly slow at first, he slide in and out of Erin. Grunting, he started fucking her faster and harder. With every stroke, Erin moaned louder and louder. "Slave, don't cum until I do. I want you to cum with me." Erin's moans eventually turned into screams of pleasure. Tristan was close to cumming. "Slave, I'm almost there! Cum with me," he cried. And then he came into Erin. Feeling his cock pulse within her, she let go and the world turned white as she came and passed out from the pleasure. Tristan came down from the extreme high that he was at and stroke Erin's hair. "Hmm... my slave, I do believe you and I will have much fun together." Vampire Alley This is my first official work in erotic fiction. I'd like to thank Kammie [Kammie1624] for her editing skills and encouragement! This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any acts of violence for any reason. * Cindy had just moved to the city, eager to start a new life as she began her first year of college. She had been raised in the Heartland, and she just wanted to be someplace where corn did not grow on every road but Main Street. The brown haired, green-eyed beauty was fit and tan. Though her stomach was flat and taut, her hips were wide and her shoulders square. She'd learned at a young age that keeping in shape was important; her mother had died from a complication of diabetes when Cindy was only a child. Ever since, Cindy's father had been extremely stern about working hard and keeping in shape. She didn't need to be a model. She wasn't hindered from enjoying junk food, and she'd never had body image problems. Her father was simply concerned with moderation and good health. It taught character, he had told her when she was in high school. At the time, Cindy had been less worried about character and more about becoming Prom Queen with her boyfriend, 'Captain America,' the local football star. She had been proud to stand on that stage, her chest shimmering with the glitter sprinkles she'd used instead of jewelry, as the principal placed the crown on her head above her flowing long, wavy brown hair. An established county beauty queen, Cindy smiled shyly -- yet almost flirtatiously -- at her classmates. Health might have been a benefit of 'moderation and hard work,' but to her, it carried the benefit of being the prettiest girl in town. Though she had graduated with only 146 others, she was proud of the fact. Cindy had heard stories about the 'Freshman Fifteen,' and she knew her father would be disappointed if she let herself gain excess wait. So, the first thing Cindy set out to accomplish, after touring the university she'd be attending in a few weeks, was to find an affordable gym within walking distance of her small apartment. Tom's Tough Tigers, only a mile away, was perfect. After a long day of picking classes and buying books, Cindy decided to spend a few hours working out. She had to dig through three boxes before finding her running shorts and her sports bra. The neon yellow bra was a bit small for her -- as were all the bras she'd owned since gaining her DDD breasts in 8th grade. Over it, she wore a loose, black tank top that left little to the imagination. Once she'd pulled on her skin-tight running shorts, she laced up her shoes and headed for the door with a bounce in her step. Cindy began to jog from her apartment, but soon slowed to a walk. Her large breasts bouncing up and down drew unwanted and unnerving stares from the men she passed. Within a few minutes, she was inside the safe walls of the gym. It was small and looked as though it had been a warehouse years ago. Little of the sunset's light was allowed through the dirt caked windows, which necessitated the hanging florescent lights. The cardio equipment and free weights were kept to the sides of the great open room. In the center, two boxing rings, separated by a few hanging punching bags, sat under additional lights increasing the ambiance of a male boxing gym. That was exactly why she'd chosen this gym; the people here were serious about keeping in shape. If someone were 'distracted' by her, they would probably end up hitting the ground less than gracefully. After spending an hour on the elliptical and two hours lifting weights, Cindy stretched her muscles thoroughly. With the move to the city, and the beginning of college, it had been over a week since she'd spent this much time at the gym. In over three hours, she'd not been hit on, stared at, or paid much attention at all. Though Cindy usually loved being the center of attention, like the night she had dawned the crown of prom queen, the gym was the one place she enjoyed solitude. Her father had made one in the garage for her, having bought free weights, a workout bench, and a cheap treadmill to make her a private gym. "You can always go for a run outside. If you run around all the crops -- that should be a mile or two I think..." he had said at the time. She had spent hours in her home-made gym nearly every day, with the turned the music up loud enough that she could barely hear herself counting her reps. After loosening her muscles with several stretches, Cindy left the gym to head home with thoughts of a semi-scalding shower and a hot cup of tea. The evening air brought a breeze, and as it hit Cindy's skin, she shivered. Preoccupied with the thought of her shower and planning tomorrow's activities on her phone -- shopping, salon, and coffee shops -- she took a left on 6th Street instead of the right which led back to her apartment. She'd walked four blocks before she realized her mistake. Empty warehouses, flickering street lamps, and the sound of the docks suddenly surrounded her up ahead. Her mind flashed back to the news report she'd watched with her father a few nights ago: Another body was found near the docks this morning. Shipyard workers discovered Mary Anne Summers, a young woman new to the area, early this morning. One of the workers described her body as 'mutilated' and 'completely unrecognizable.' Local authorities refuse to comment on whether this latest death is the eighth victim of the killer who's been named the Bay's Butcher. If you have any information regarding Mary Anne's murder or any of the other Bay Butcher's murders, police urge you to call their anonymous tip line at (800) 555-HELP. Cindy shook her head, the ends of her pulled up hair grazing her biceps. She would simply turn around; she wasn't a junkie or a whore. Cindy wasn't the kind of woman who'd be in this part of town at night. It was a simple mistake that could be could be easily corrected. Turning quickly, Cindy began to jog despite her protesting muscles. The sheen of sweat had yet to dry in the damp air, and the few street lamps that did work picked up every long line of her muscular legs and toned arms. Cindy focused all her energy into turning her jog into a run. Suddenly, she realized the smack, smack, smack of her shoes on the wet pavement disappeared. It took her a few moments to realize why as she hit the chilly concrete. Confused and a bit stunned, she began to lift herself off the ground. Before her brain could register the pain from her broken wrist, Cindy felt a swift kick to her side. Then the pain hit her like a huge ocean wave, and she struggled to breathe. The sickening sound of Cindy's ribs cracking brought a loud burst of laughter from above her. Curling into a ball, she looked up to see the most beautiful blue-eyed man she'd ever set eyes on. His eyes didn't sparkle however; they were vacant and dead. Something was off about his smug, but slight, smile. He didn't appear to be happy; he didn't appear to have any emotion at all. His jet-black hair and stone face seemed eerily still. Blinking and guarded, Cindy met his stare. He smiled widely; revealing dazzling white teeth with long, pointed canines. Gasping, Cindy cowered below him, breaking his gaze, as she began to force her head to clear so that she might figure out a way to escape. In a second, she was lifted up, though not on her feet, as they dangled below her. Each of his arms held her as she was lifted to face the monster. "Please," Cindy whispered. "Please, I don't want to die. Please ..." His smile faded into blankness. "They always say the same thing," he mutter, annoyed. Cindy's eyes searched the darkness. Goosebumps rose on her arms and on the back of her neck; she felt a cold drop of sweat fall from her neck only to be embraced by her breasts. "You'll find in time, darling," a sweet, Southern voice answered, "that they are all the same. Humans are as predictable as cows." As the woman walked into the light, Cindy saw only her fangs. She didn't notice the tight and very short denim skirt that brushed against long, lean legs. She didn't see the blood red bikini top that held the woman's small, pert breasts, or the nipples pushing through the fabric. She didn't note the short, sassy blonde hair. All Cindy saw were the long, glittering fangs. "You know, my parents always told me not to play with my food, Beth," the monster said calmly, "but she's so delicious. Do you think I could make an exception?" Trevor, wearing a fitted black t-shirt and tight jeans, revealed a sculpted body as he turned slightly to look at Beth. Had she been paying more attention, Cindy might have noticed Trevor's request was almost necessary rather than rhetorical. Cindy's arms began to protest against the cold steel of her attacker's hands. Her feet were too far from the ground and her arms were pinned beside her. Attempting to free herself, she kicked as hard as she could, her aim for the genitals perfect. Trevor's head whipped back to Cindy, angry. He threw her violently to the ground. "You stupid, little bitch! Did you actually think that would do anything but piss me off? Do you think you -- a puny, helpless human -- could best me?" Trevor growled. "Trevor, darling, I'm not your mother. If you want to torture the poor creature, that's up to you...especially now," she whispered in his ear, just loud enough for Cindy to hear. She stroked the back of his dark hair and ran her hand down to his neck. "If she wants to play rough, I'd give the lady what she wants..." Cindy cringed. The cold air nipped at her sweat soaked shorts and forced her nipples to harden and poke through her shirt. All the same, she thought. I'll be different then. I'll be different; maybe if I put up a fight... She clinched her jaw firmly, accenting her thin neck. "You will regret this!" Cindy spat threw her teeth and glared at Trevor. "If you kill me, you should dig two graves, because my father won't rest until he has erased you from this world." Cindy looked past him and met Beth's sharp eyes. She wore a playful smile -- a smile that reminded her of something, someone. Her brief look at Beth's reminded Cindy of the smile the cheerleaders wore at every football game. It was fun and flirtatious, with just a bit of shyness. Though, Cindy couldn't imagine why. But then, Cindy never saw the blow that knocked her out either. Trevor picked Cindy up with ease and threw her over his should as he and Beth headed into a warehouse. There, Beth decide to eat before the night's entertainments, so she went to the corner of the open room to a man she'd met in an underground Vampire-wannabe club earlier that week. It had only taken him minutes to follow her home after she showed her teeth and offered him the time of his life. Now, his mascara had drawn rivers of tears down his face. His wrists were raw from pulling against the chains that held him in place. He whimpered through his gag as Beth's teeth approached his neck for the third and final time. The 'honor' of the idea of giving your life to an immortal was far more romantic than the act itself. While Beth finished off her meal, Trevor hauled Cindy's limp body to the center of the room and wrapped her wrists in rope. He hung the rope on a hook attached to a chain that reached to a pulley. He cinched the rope up near the high ceiling, leaving the toes of Cindy's shoes dragging the floor. She woke in agony, her head throbbing in beat with her wrists and shoulders. When she started to moan, Trevor began stroking her hair. Slowly, as she came to, Cindy realized she was unable to move. Her broken wrist screamed against the bindings. She wanted to scream. She wanted to beg for mercy, for her life. But, she had decided in the alley, she would be different. She would show these monsters no fear, no pain, nothing. If it didn't save her life, at least she'd die knowing she hadn't given in. Cindy's eyes had trouble focusing in the dark warehouse. Naturally, she jumped as Trevor ran his hand down her face and traced his fingers along her neck. His hand fell to her side, and he followed her natural curves back around to her ass. He grabbed her ass firmly before smacking it. Once. Twice. And again. Then he gently traced his fingers around her waist, up her side, and back to her throat. "My God, you are gorgeous. I am going to take my time with you." Summoning all her strength, she clenched her mouth shut and whispered, "It's your funeral, asshole." Cindy tried to sound strong as she forced her face to conform; her brow furrowed and her lips firm as her nostrils flared. "I already had one," he chuckled, "but thanks." Cindy wanted to be different than the other women. Maybe if she was different, she reasoned, she wouldn't end up as the other woman on the news. Trevor ran his fingers through her chestnut hair, pulling a few strands forward so they fell upon her surging breasts. As he followed the strands down, his cool, dead fingers grazed her black tank top dangling on her shoulder. "Why bother to wear this?" he asked, sliding his hand between her shirt and bra. He caressed the material, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers. Meanwhile, the back of his hand absentmindedly stroked her left nipple, forcing an involuntary solidifying effect. Cindy concentrated on keeping her face hard, determined, and fearless. "It seems so pointless..." he sighed as he casually ripped the garment off of her. Caught off-guard, Cindy inhaled sharply before resuming her 'go-to-hell' face. A glimpse of the tank top lying on the ground a few feet away caused a distinctive chill to creep swiftly up Cindy's spine. She remembered the party after her senior Homecoming dance. After a night of drinking and Special K, 'Captain America' -- the Homecoming King who'd led the 'Mustangs' team to a vigorous victory over their longtime 'Bulldog' rivals -- craved more physical intimacy than Cindy was prepared for that night. For a few moments, her high school sweetheart transformed into a groping asshole; and for those few moments, she'd actually been concerned about his aggressiveness. Cindy had gone home alone though, and he'd screwed a cheerleader. It wasn't the first time 'Captain America' has slept with another girl. The girls didn't want to admit they'd been used for sex. Since her boyfriend was sweet and patient with her, Cindy was fine with that arrangement. -- As dysfunctional as it may have been, she had the title of the star football player's girlfriend. She received gifts, went to parties, and was never forced to be known as 'the virgin who was waiting for marriage,' which would have been social suicide. It was only during that couple of minutes of their 'relationship' that she'd felt pressure to 'put out.' At the time, the chill that ran up her spine, made the hair on her arms stand up, and left her speechless, had been fleeting. After tossing Cindy's shirt aside, Trevor ran his hands up her arms to her elbows and gently caressed them as he eased back down. His hands glided effortlessly downward, excruciatingly slow. She shivered slightly when his cold skin made contact with her bare waist before his hands found their way to her running shorts. At her hips, he paused, using his thumbs to trace the line of her hip. Every millisecond that he touched her sent minute electric shocks through her, which made holding her face rigid more and more difficult. "I love the smell of sweat on a woman. So sweet and musty, so alive!" Trevor stated. His hands crept up to Cindy's side; she could feel his entire hand moving around her waist. His hands were large, cold as a stone surround by snow, and lay flat against the sides of her stomach. He saw her close her eyes, and he smiled. Her jaw had loosened, and her brow seemed more relaxed. His hands continued their journey upward, pausing at her shoulders. "I don't think we'll really need this either," he said as he hooked his index fingers around the upper straps of her neon sports bra. He lifted the fabric gently, tracing his fingers on her skin. Cindy sharply inhaled, and then she let her breath out in slow measured sets. She kept her eyes closed, but Trevor noticed the muscles in her neck had tightening. He bent toward her casually while he pulled the front of her strap forward. Instantly, his sharp teeth ripped the cloth apart. Because it was tight, Cindy's sports bra didn't simply fall away. Her breasts fell forward, allowing them to return to their true size and shape. Trevor frowned as he brushed back the straps; she hadn't moved, and her face hadn't changed. He might as well have asked her for the time. Broadening his stance, Trevor stared at her, watching her even breaths and slowing heart rate. He made a point of walking around her, rather than simply turning her on the hook she dangled from. He leisurely slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and eased his thumb over it. Cindy's breast bounced freely, the action provoking Cindy to press her lips together momentarily and open her eyes. Smiling, he took a small step back, and then positioned himself in front of her again. "I realize that humans move slowly, but at this rate, darling, she'll still have her panties on at sunrise." Beth complained. She was to Cindy's right, smoke hung around her in the air like fog over a lake. Dark circles under her eyes were accented by the black holes she had for eyes. They had the same emptiness, bordering on an eternal sadness, but the person they belonged to was no melancholy young girl. Running her pink tongue over her fangs, a sparkle from her tongue ring caught Cindy's eye for a moment. "I'd prefer to take my time," Trevor murmured softly. "I have been waiting so long to find the right girl. I saved myself for so long before... If you don't mind, I do promise to be done by morning." He had turned to look at Beth, his eyes on the floor in front of her. From this angle, the little light that had made its way from the outside lamp allowed Cindy to see the puncture wounds on Trevor's neck. They hadn't healed. "Alright," Beth breathed out with a trail of smoke, "so long as you're done by bed time." Trevor's eyes met Cindy's; his eyes remained clear but empty, hers were bloodshot and puffy. To her utter embarrassment, the cool night quickly hardened her large nipples. She shivered, then, after taking a deep breath, closed her eyes again and attempted to resume her apathetic demeanor. Beth slid through the haze of smoke, and with a gentle push of her hand, she took Trevor's place in front of Cindy. Beth's lips were puffy and slick from her lip gloss. Cindy could smell the strawberry scent as Beth's lips met Cindy's creamy, ivory skin. Beth traced her tongue around the nipple first, then opened her mouth and allowed it to envelope the entire areola. While gently sucking and nibbling at the breast, she motioned for Trevor to join her. He watched intently for a few moments before copying Beth's approach. Beth pulled her lips from Cindy's breast and led Trevor's hand to it. She molded his hand in a kneading motion, helping him to tug and twist, causing both pleasure and pain. The muscles in Cindy's neck began to tighten again. The thought of a woman... Cindy simply had not been raised in that manner. Trevor worked vigorously on both breasts, switching back and forth so often her nipples never had a chance to dry. After mauling her, he could no longer resister his inner urge. Cindy did scream in pain -- loudly. As Trevor's fangs pierced her skin, she cried out. And when he began to pull what little blood was available, she grunted and nearly hyperventilated. He pulled back, a smudge of blood on the bottom left of his chin. Cindy gagged and hurled forward, but with nothing in her stomach for hours, nothing but dry, rough air came up. Vampire Alley After putting numerous holes in Cindy's breast, Trevor left them red and throbbing. He turned his attention to her shorts. Running his fingers around the top of the band caused Cindy began to panic. Though she'd been Prom Queen and Homecoming Queen, she'd never let anyone touch her down there. She began to breathe in quick short breaths, no longer able to control herself. Cindy could not control her body from physically shaking. The idea of him entering her bothered her more than the prospect of dying. He tugged teasingly at her shorts now, inching them down. Because they were tight and stretchable, they easily rolled from her waist, over her hips and ass, and down her legs. When he'd pealed them to her knees, he ripped them off. Looking up, he was surprised to find a nicely shaved, pink present. He licked his lips as he flung aside the shorts. Trevor ran his teeth gently up and down her neck as his fingers found her slit. Frustrated, he turned to Beth, who, with cigarette dangling from her lips, slipped silently next him and molded his hand with hers. She rubbed Cindy's pussy up and down using Trevor's hand. Trevor quickly found his rhythm as Beth traced her own frigid hand up Cindy's taut stomach and around her waist. Up and down, Trevor stroked while Beth crept behind Cindy. Beth allowed her hands to roam over Cindy's muscles, around her ass, and between her crack and gently tickled her ass. As Trevor slipped his cold, dead finger into her, Cindy inhaled severely. When Cindy refused to cry out again, she was met with fury. Trevor shoved two fingers inside her rapidly and without mercy, while Beth began pushing her finger into Cindy's ass. After several minutes, Cindy was unintentionally wet and excited. She clenched her jaw so tightly that she no long knew if she'd be able to reopen it. Trevor pulled his fingers from Cindy. He licked Cindy's juices from his fingers and took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head. Underneath, his body wasn't as fit as she'd imagined. But when he allowed his jeans to fall to his ankles, Cindy took another sharp breath. Beth rolled her fingers down Cindy's back and around her ass, humming quietly. Trevor's dick throbbed. He was at least as big as 'Captain America.' Cindy had tried to focus on the pain to avoid the feeling of shame of this invasion, but now, looking at his pulsating cock with its veins and raging purple mushroomed tip -- a cock he was going to be putting into her small cunt -- she felt sick. Her body heaved three times before Trevor grabbed her by her neck. "Enough." Trevor licked an involuntary tear from her cheek. Trevor lifted Cindy's legs up just enough to wrap around him. He pulled back and smiled at Beth, lining his cock with Cindy's opening. Though she hated showing weakness, the position relieved most of the tension on her wrist and provided some relief from the pain. So rather than fight the new position, Cindy made use of it. Trevor ran his quivering cock back and forth between her soft pink lips. His dick quickly became slick with her fluids. After a few minutes, he wrapped his hands around the ass that Beth had been stoking and forced himself into the virgin beauty queen. Cindy screamed silently with pain, begging God to end her suffering, to allow her to pass out, to help in some way -- any way. But her prayers were only met with Trevor's thrusts into her soft, warm pussy. His rock hard dick forced itself inside her as he pulled her to him. He started slowly, his moan engulfing the room. Behind Cindy, Beth cooed. Trevor lifted her up and down on his cock, rotated her around it, and forced it deeper inside her. Gaining speed with each minute, Cindy could not help but to pant. With a large smile accenting his shining fangs, he pulled out completely and rammed to her hilt, slamming into her cervix. Cindy resisted the overwhelming urge to scream, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but every time an involuntary grunt of pain immerged from her throat, he only rammed her harder. He pulled out of her for more than a few seconds and dropped her without warning, and Cindy fell back against her restraints, hearing another bone or joint crack. She felt a cold, liquid cover her naked back and ass. She felt as if someone where shooting ice cold water from a water gun. Realization that he was cumming on her back was of some relief to her. The idea of having him lingering inside her was revolting. He moved out of her sight, and for a moment, having been so brutally violated, she had hope that it -- this experience -- was over and she had survived. "We may just have to keep you around, princess," Beth cooed. "That was fun." "That was certainly a treat. And look, Beth, an entire hour until sunrise." Beth laughed. "You got what you wanted," Cindy muttered, so violated and hurt. She could still feel the throbbing ache inside her, as if he'd never left. Cindy began to cry. Her sobs rippled through her body, shaking the rope against her wrists until they bled freely. His semen traveled more quickly down her spine and into her crack. The toes of her shoes danced over the concrete as she swayed, dangling from the chains above her. Above her, other chains grazed the chain that held her, filling the warehouse with an unpleasant, empty sound. "Just kill me and get it over with." Beth lifted Cindy off of the hook and carried her a few yards, dropping her next to Beth's dead dinner. Beth took the shackles off the man and attached them around Cindy's wrists, her black eyes placid. Beth tossed the man aside, making room for Cindy on the pillows gathered in the corner. Trevor walked over with a swagger, now dressed again. "I thought you understood," he smiled, as Cindy's eyes grew dim. She did understand. She wasn't going to turn up near the docks. She wasn't going to be the Bay Butcher's next victim. She was going to remain as Trevor's fuck toy. She was going to live what life she may have left, being mauled and impaled and suffering. She wasn't like the rest of them after all. She wasn't merely another girl. She wasn't just like the others now. She was his.