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Darien's Revenge

By: aspiringromantic



I thundered through the shadowy alley, paying little mind to the cast of unsavory characters lining its walls. I paused on the other side trying to ascertain which direction I should follow. It was dark and foggy, and I had managed to lose sight of the voluptuous redhead, but I could still hear the sound of her clicking frantically on the pavement in the distance. After a brief moment of deliberation I was able to pinpoint the direction, and I headed after her.

It was nearly 4 a.m. on a foggy Tuesday night in the middle of Atlanta. The streets were virtually abandoned, except for the occasional vagabond, prostitute or lifelong criminal. In other words, the type of people who would notice a well dressed man chasing after a beautiful girl, but were unlikely to interfere. They were the type of people who were used to running from the cops instead of calling for their help. I suspected that several of them considered mugging me, but some instinct they didn't quite understand convinced them otherwise.

I ran past a crumbling apartment complex and turned a corner just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of my target. She darted across the street and began to cut through a vacant lot. I realized that she wasn't running haphazardly. She had a destination in mind, and I suddenly knew what it was. More importantly, I knew a more direct path. 

I slowly crossed the empty street and turned down another shady alley. I briskly walked past the crack houses and vacant lots, making my way back towards the park and a nicer part of the city. The tenements gradually became nicer and finally I stopped in an alley next to a large brick townhouse. I sat patiently in the shadows and was shortly greeted by the sound of footsteps growing near. I stood and flattened myself against the brick wall and watched anxiously as Sophie approached on the sidewalk next to the main street. She didn't even notice me in my dark hiding place, a careless mistake I thought. She passed by and with one quick, graceful movement I darted out from my hiding place and seized her from behind.

She wheeled around to face me. Her bright emerald eyes were blazing with surprise. "How did you…?" she started to ask.

I flashed her a wicked smile. "I anticipated where you were going, Love, and I took a short cut."

She stared at me flabbergasted, trying to process my words. Finally she just flashed me a coy smile and pushed me away playfully. "Oh Darien," she pouted in her distinct British accent, "You are no fun. I wanted you to chase me. I wanted to get your blood pumping."

I took her hand and drew her near to me. "My blood is already pumping," I responded. "It's been absolutely boiling since our meal." I leaned Sophie up against the brick wall and pressed my body against her, allowing her to feel the pulsing member inside my tight leather pants. I could tell she was still enjoying the afterglow of our dinner as well. Her normally, pale white skin now had a pinkish glow about it, and her flesh was warm to the touch. I could feel her heart racing. Her lips were blood red, and with good reason. She flashed me a seductive, toothy smile, and I noticed her long canine teeth still displayed some red streaks--the last remnants of the feast we had shared earlier. I briefly flashed back to the two young lovers who had taken an ill-fated stroll through the park. Their lifeless bodies would undoubtedly be found in the coming days, but the police would just assume them to be the victims of robbery. I had taken all of their valuables and would put them in the chest where I kept the goods of all my victims, saving them until they could be turned into cash without drawing attention.

I leaned forward and gently kissed Sophie's lips. There was a sweet hint of our earlier meal on her breath, and it caused my heart to start pounding in my chest. "It's been to long," I whispered. "I've missed you, Sophie."

"I know, my love," she answered, "But I'm here now." I stepped back and gazed at her—a picturesque vision of loveliness. She stood five and a half feet tall, with a voluptuous, curvy figure. Her most noticeable feature was her long, curly red hair. Along with her pale skin and bright green eyes, it made her look like an indescribable goddess. I had been captivated by her looks from the moment I first saw her in a small London nightclub nearly two years earlier. I suspected every man who had encountered Sophie during her brief adult life felt the same way. She had been indescribably beautiful as a nineteen-year-old mortal. In the two years since The Change she hadn't aged a day, but she had become even more radiant. Her porcelain flesh and vibrant eyes had adopted a glow that made her inconceivably mesmerizing to man and woman alike. The young couple in the park had found out just how dangerously intoxicating she could be.

She stood gazing up at me, taking in my own ageless beauty. At a little over six feet tall, I easily towered over her. She reached up and ran her slender fingers though my long, dark hair, pushing it back to expose my pale face. "So," she began, "We've already dined, and we've already played. What do you say to going inside and having a proper reunion?"

I flashed her my own bloodstained fangs. "As you wish," I replied. We left the dark alley and climbed the steps in front of the large brick townhouse. I turned my key in the lock and moments later we stood inside the large edifice. The main room was decorated with numerous pieces of expensive, antique furniture, but that wasn't our focus at the moment. We rushed to the back of the house and down the small stair case that winded its way beneath street level to the cellar below.

The room had no windows and was pitch black, but neither of us minded. Our gift allowed us to see extremely well in the dark. Nevertheless, I went to a corner and ignited each of the candles in the large candelabra, giving us a touch of light. Aside from the candle stand there was only one other piece of furniture, which sat in the center of the room. The floor was covered with thick red carpeting. All four walls and the ceiling were covered with black velvet tapestries.

Sitting in the center of the room was my most prized possession. Perfectly distanced from each of the walls sat a massive sarcophagus. It was nearly eight feet long and wide enough for two adults. The exterior wood was stained black and covered with ornate carvings. The lid stood open, revealing an interior that was lined with luxurious satin. The pillows and mattress were covered in the same material. The material was a shade of red that matched the carpet perfectly. They both matched the streaks that were now fading from my teeth. They were the color of the sweet nectar that Sophie and I needed for our survival.

The entire home was filled with expensive pieces of furniture, most of which had been around for hundreds of years. The various homes I owned around the world were equally posh. Still, in my mind, all of it together did not compare to the value of that sarcophagus. Inside its confining walls I had been born into the dark life, when at 23 years old I had been enchanted by the enigmatic temptress, Alana. Nearly ten years had passed since I had been discovered by the gorgeous vampire, sitting alone in a small bar in New Orleans. I put up little resistance when she invited me to her home; once there she had easily seduced me into the coffin. I had laid there naked, as if in a trance, as the raven-haired beauty made love to me. WHEN I climaxed, I felt the sharp prick in my neck as she began to consume my nectar. She had nearly taken my life, but in the last instant Alana guided my teeth to her own neck, instructing me to drink of her. I obeyed, and thus the Change commenced. 

I'd slept through the entire next day, and woke as the sun was setting. Alana had vanished, and I'd not seen her since, although I heard from others that she was still out there somewhere. She didn't give me any instructions or advice. The only thing she left me was the box where my creation had taken place. In that box I had spent the first month of my new life, trying to come to grips with what had happened, and trying to understand my new powers and urges. I left only to feed, and the first few times that had been quite a debacle. Eventually, I gained comfort with the new me and adopted my new life with vigor, but I kept the sarcophagus with me. It felt like a part of me, and was the only place I felt truly comfortable when I slept. Over the years, many a young ingénue had spent the last moments of her life with her naked body sprawled across the slippery red satin mattress as I satisfied my hunger and my lust. It was on that same mattress that I turned a young English barmaid into a lust-filled animal eight years after my own Change.

Now I stood watching as the former barmaid crossed the small room and leaned against the massive black box. I was filled with lust as I began to anticipate what was about to happen. Sophie was dressed in black knee-high boots, a tight black leather skirt, and a white button-down peasant's blouse with a ruffled collar. The elastic neckline was pushed down, exposing her soft, sexy shoulders and ample cleavage. It looked like her breasts would spill out at any moment. 

My cock stiffened inside my leather pants. I recognized the familiar longing that Sophie always caused to well up inside me. It had been that way since I first saw her serving drinks to a group of rowdy Englishman, wearing a short black velvet dress. She was just a girl, completely unconscious of her own raw sexuality. It had been easy to convince the naïve girl to leave with me after her work was done. My thick dark hair, chiseled body and masculine beauty had always been popular with the ladies, and the art of seduction was one of the many gifts that came with the Change. It had been easy to talk her into visiting my London flat. Once inside, I had stripped her of the short velvet dress and the lacy black bra and panties beneath it. Her body was even more spectacular than I had imagined. I led her to the coffin and we had made love and as we climaxed, I bit her neck and began to dine. I had never intended to share my dark gift with her. I had planned on making her just another meal, but something changed as we made love. I couldn't pinpoint the exact cause. Perhaps it was her unparalleled beauty that I felt I could not destroy. Perhaps it was the lithe way her body moved as she satisfied me; I knew it would never grow old. But mostly, I think it was the way she acted. Once bitten, women were powerless to resist, but you could always feel the fear rising up inside them as the end drew near. But with Sophie it had been different. There had been no fear, even as she reached the brink of death. At the last moment I used a fingernail to draw my own blood, and Sophie had drank eagerly.

The first few months had been complete bliss. Sophie fed without any signs of guilt or remorse from the first day. Perhaps it was easier for someone who had a guide and was not left to figure things out alone. We traveled the world and our love of the hunt was only topped by our insatiable lust for one another. But, gradually Sophie became more independent. She would disappear for days at a time. Days turned into weeks. At one point, I had not seen her for a month, but our reunion had been glorious. This last time, she had been gone for just over six months before popping up in my native town. And now here she was again, in my basement, nonchalantly leaning against the dark bed where I had created her, and where we had made love hundreds of times since.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the sounds of Sophie's voice. "I love to explore the world, my Love," she said, "But no matter how far I roam, I can never escape the hold this bed has over me. I never sleep quite so well as I do inside its bosom. How can I persuade you to give it to me?"

"You can't," I answered flatly. "I'll never part with it, my dear. Besides, if I gave you my bed, you may no longer feel the need to visit your creator."

Sophie stood up and quickly crossed the room. "That simply not true," she said defiantly. As she spoke she slid her hand across the front of my pants, gently outlining my engorged phallus. "You know it is much more than the bed that I yearn for" she said with a seductive smile. My preternatural senses allowed me to smell her arousal. Slowly, I leaned forward and brushed her lips with my own. Once again I tasted a hint of our earlier feast. It only aroused me more. I wrapped a strong arm around Sophie and pulled her tightly against my firm body, crushing her soft breasts against my chest. I ground my swollen phallus against her groin. She let out a short groan, which evolved into a growl. We were both hungry, but it wasn't blood we were after. 

We slowly made our way to the great casket. With each small step, our hunger grew more rampant. Sophie slipped her hands between our bodies and deftly opened the buttons on my black silk shirt, exposing my well-toned hairless chest and abdomen. I had already managed to discard my black snakeskin boots. I effortlessly lifted Sophie so she was sitting on the edge of the macabre bed. She cast her own boots aside, then watched as I slowly removed my tight leather pants. I rarely wore underwear, preferring the feel of the rough leather against my cock, so my iron shaft was instantly exposed when I slid the pants down. Sophie licked her lips as she gazed upon my engorged rod. It looked like an ivory tusk protruding from my body, the same pale white color as the rest of my flesh. I stood naked before her for a moment, loving the way she admired my Adonis-like body. Then, in one graceful move, I leaped into the sarcophagus. 

As always, the cool, slick satin felt marvelous against my nude body. Sophie slid into place next to me and we embraced immediately. I started probing the inside of her mouth with my tongue, using the tip to trace along her sharp killing teeth. I dropped the zipper on her skirt and rapidly worked the tight garment down her muscular thighs and off her body. I cast it out of our dark bed and onto the floor. She was wearing a nearly transparent white lace thong. It did little to hide the thick patch of red pubic hair that I loved so much. I reached inside her underwear and slipped a long, slender finger inside her pussy. It was unbelievably wet, as always. Sophie growled softly in my ear as I began to probe her nether regions. 

"I'm aching to be inside you, my Love," I whispered.

"Not yet, Master," was her reply. She pulled away from me and sat up. I lay looking up at her as she teasingly opened her blouse and cast it aside. A flimsy white lace bra barely concealed her D-cup tits. I could see every detail of her erect strawberry colored nipples. 

Sophie slowly arranged herself so she was straddling my legs. She took my 8 swollen inches of manhood in her hand and began to stroke it. I growled pleasurably in response. "Put that between your lips," I said in a demanding tone. Sophie smiled in response, showing she was eager to oblige my request. She leaned forward, almost causing her creamy orbs to spill free their confinement. Sophie took the head of my hard cock and slowly guided it between her pouty lips. She slid up and down its length slowly one time, gently grazing it with her fangs. She gave it one quick suck, giving me a brief flash of the bliss she could provide. Then she sat up and flashed me her most seductive smile.

"Is that what you want me to do, Master?" she asked with mock innocence. She always acknowledged me as her master during sex, even though she was usually the one in control. It was part of the inexplicable power she'd always had over me since the first time we made love. I responded to her question with an angry growl, which caused Sophie to giggle like the schoolgirl she had been when I first took her innocence away. She leaned forward and again wrapped her lips around my throbbing penis.

She took my length into her mouth, and then started pulling back, allowing my long cock to slide in and out of her lips. Her teeth roughly grazed against my sensitive flesh. I lost control almost immediately. I placed my hands on the back of her head and twisted them into her red curls. My hips started moving involuntarily as I began to fuck her face. Sophie looked up with her vibrant green eyes and started to suck harder. She placed a hand beneath my balls and started to rub my perineum, knowing how much I liked it. My breath started coming out in short, harsh gasps, and I grunted and growled fiercely. I felt my testicles contracting a roar escaped my lips. My cock exploded, sending my creamy gift into Sophie's mouth. She drank of it as eagerly as she had the young lovers in the park. Sophie continued to suck until I released every last drop. Then she cleansed my cock with her tongue and laid down beside me. 

I kissed Sophie softly, offering my gratitude for her services. The kiss quickly became passionate, and I rolled to my side and pinned her against the casket wall. One of the many gifts accompanying my Change had been extraordinary virility. The sun wouldn't be up for another hour, and we intended to make full use of that time. I grinded my hips against Sophie's as we kissed. All ready I could feel my cock turning back to steel. 

I slipped my hand between Sophie's smooth thighs and into the gusset of her panties. She cooed with delight as I traced out the edges of her velvety pussy and wrapped her hand around my bulbous cock head. She rapidly brought it to its full glory. "Fuck me, Master" she pleaded.

"Not yet, my Love". I buried my face between her soft tits and bit into her bra. My sharp fangs severed the material and the harness flew apart violently, spilling out its load. Her large reddish nipples were very erect, and I sucked one into my mouth, savoring its texture. I nipped it gently with teeth, causing a single droplet of blood to slowly roll down her bosom. Sophie moaned with delight as I slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Her hips gyrated in response and the room was filled with the slurping sounds of her sex. I watched as the bright red droplet rolled off her breast and across her flat stomach. I was fascinated by the life-giving liquid, as always. I lapped it up with my tongue just before it reached her naval, then resumed sucking and fondling her orbs.

Sophie was beginning to respond to my touches. Her body was writhing about on the slick satin mattress. I recognized the telltale sings of her approaching orgasm, and I fingered her harder, bringing her towards the edge. Her soft strokes on my cock turned to violent tugs. "Please," she moaned in my ear, "please fuck me now." For once, I had the upper hand in our relationship, and I didn't intend to relinquish it. I started to withdraw my fingers from her vagina. Sophie growled angrily and grabbed my wrist, forcing me back inside her. She held my hand tightly with one arm as she started humping my fingers. She let go of my cock and used the free hand to rub her clit. In a matter of seconds she had pushed herself to the brink. Sophie cried out passionately as she orgasmed. Her body shook uncontrollably and her pussy clenched at my fingers. Then she kissed me passionately and we licked her juices from my hand. "Now we fuck" she demanded.

"Yes, Love," I responded. 

Sophie got up on her knees and grabbed the edge of the casket. She arched her back, sticking her ass up into the air. I snapped her thong off with one quick rip and positioned myself behind her. My cock was throbbing again, and it was eager for another release. I slipped two fingers inside her vagina and opened a hole for my bulbous cock head. We both quivered with anticipation as I lined up at her entrance. "Give it to me!" she hissed with a wicked sneer. 

With one quick thrust I buried my cock inside her wetness. We both groaned with pleasure. I paused for a moment, fearing I would climax too early. Sophie didn't like my decision, and she immediately began rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her tight lips. "Oh yes," she groaned. "Fuck me, Master."


Darien's Revenge



Her dirty talk always drove me wild, and I responded instantly. I leaned forward, placing my muscular chest against her bare back. I reached around and fondled her breast with one hand as I started to rhythmically thrust my cock into her. The room was filled with the soft slapping of flesh and our mutual grunting and moaning. Sophie was a noisy lover, and it always brought out a wilder side of me. I started fucking harder, burying my shaft deep inside her with each strong, quick thrust. She responded with more dirty talk, calling me "her master" and begging for me to "fuck her harder". I obliged, and in a matter of minutes we were both in a state of frenzy. I could feel my balls rising as they prepared to unload for the second time. Sophie was equally close to another climax. "Fill me up!" she pleaded, and that was all it took. I growled ferociously as my cock pulsed and I started to cum inside her. She responded almost immediately, and I felt her pussy milking my dick as she reached her own climax. I continued pumping for several seconds, spraying every last drop. Finally, we collapsed in a heap. We kissed passionately for several minutes. B both fatigued, and knowing that sunrise was near we wrapped our naked bodies together and waited for sleep to come. 

My eyes snapped open and instantly I was wide awake. An unexpected sound had brought me out of my trancelike sleep. The sarcophagus lid was closed, but I instinctively knew that the sun was still up. I felt a stirring next to me and knew that Sophie was awake as well. We both possessed the keen senses of a predator, and we could tell that danger was nearby. I held my breath and listened carefully. I could hear the faint whisper of footsteps as they crossed the floor above us. 

"Shit," Sophie whispered. "Someone's here!" I could hear the fright in her voice.

I knew there was no time to analyze the situation. I reacted without thinking. With one arm I pushed off the hundred pound lid of our dark bed as if it were a feather. I leaped out and onto the floor, then reached up to help Sophie. The candles had long since burned away and the room was still pitch black, but by powerful eyes took in every inch of her fine nude body. "Get dressed" I whispered. "Hurry." Sophie quickly found her skirt and blouse and put them on, leaving her torn underwear on the floor. I also dressed quickly, realizing it wouldn't take long for our visitor to find that hidden door that led to my secret lair. 

When we both had our shoes on I grabbed Sophie's hand. "This way," I whispered. I led her to the back wall of the room and we ducked behind the black velvet drapes. I knelt down and removed the cover from a vent shaft that wasn't much broader than my shoulders. I helped Sophie into the opening and then followed her, pausing only long enough to close the grate behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried not to think what would happen if we were caught. It's a popular belief that vampires can be destroyed by day light. That school of thought was completely incorrect, and our visitor would no doubt be aware of that. He would also undoubtedly know that we are weakest during midday, and that I would be unable to defend myself if outnumbered by mortals. Therefore, it was important to escape in a hurry. 

I could tell Sophie was equally frightened as she wiggled along on her belly. After about 15 feet the shaft ended, and we found ourselves in a small room. "I built this right after I moved in," I explained to Sophie. "I have an escape route in all my homes. This is the first time I've ever had to use one."

Sophie nodded at my explanation but said nothing. Her body was trembling, and it was obvious she was in a state of shock. I wrapped an arm around her. "Come, my Love," I whispered. "We can't stop here." There was a door on the other side of the room and I directed Sophie through it. It opened into an old sewer main that was no longer used. We followed the tunnel for about 10 minutes before it came out beneath the street near a lake in the park. The sun was still shining brightly, and Sophie's first reaction was to retreat. I could feel the energy being drained from my body, but I took her hand and we both walked out into the day. 

I kept my arm tight around Sophie as we crossed the park and started walking along the city sidewalk, back towards my townhouse. The sun hurt my eyes and I had to keep them squinted. Sophie was still a bit traumatized by our experience, and she was having trouble holding back her sobs. Everyone we passed seemed to be staring, but I didn't know if it was because her behavior, or the way her braless tits were jostling in the now dirt covered thin white blouse. About two blocks from the townhouse was the garage where I kept my car. I led Sophie to the large black Mercedes, and after making sure no one was around I opened the trunk. She climbed in and I closed the lid. I drove to a distant, secluded spot and parked. When I opened the trunk, I saw that Sophie was sound asleep, but her face was stained with vibrant red tears. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then I slipped into the trunk and closed it. In a matter of seconds, I was asleep.

* * * * *

The second time we woke was more natural than the first. My eyes opened gradually, and I knew that the last rays of light would be fading from the night sky. Sophie stirred next to me as I reached over and flicked the special switch that opened the trunk. It popped open and I glanced through the crack to make sure we were alone. I didn't see or here anyone, so I opened the hood fully and climbed out. Sophie followed. We got into the front and I started driving home.

We didn't speak for several moments. Sophie was the first to break the silence. "I was scared," she said. "No one has ever come so close to me in my sleep. I'm glad you were prepared. Has that happened before?"

"Never to me," I answered, "but I've heard stories. I knew it was wise to be prepared."

"I'm glad you were," she said. "I panicked. I didn't know what to do. If you hadn't be there I…." She paused without finishing the sentence. "Thank you for saving my life," she said in a small voice.

"I didn't do anything special," I answered. "You are strong Sophie, and even without me you would have survived."

"I'm not so sure," she said. "I've never been that frightened. Not as a mortal, and certainly not since the Change. You saved my live, Darien. You were the one who gave me life, and last night you prevented that life from ending. Thank you."

I started to argue again, but when I looked over I saw a single reddish tear rolling down her pale white cheek. She looked vulnerable, and somehow it made her even more attractive. I knew it would be best not to speak.

We continued on in silence until I pulled up to the curb in front of my townhouse. I knew that the intruders would be long gone. They would know that it would be foolish to be around after sunset, when I would be at full strength. I parked the car and we went to the door. Sophie stood behind me nervously. Neither of us knew what to expect.

I listened intently and sniffed the air as the door swung open. I knew immediately that the building was empty, and had been for a few hours. Sophie could also tell it was abandoned, and that seemed ease her nerves. We entered the foyer and closed the door behind us. I stepped into the sitting room and was shocked at what I saw. The room was exactly how I'd left it-nothing had been disturbed.

Sophie was equally surprised. "Nothing's been moved," she said. "Nothing's wrong. It's like no one was here." She smiled thinly. "Maybe it was just the landlord or something." She was much more relaxed now. The vivacious temptress that I was accustomed to had replaced the sullen girl from the car. Her elevated mood made me feel better, but I was still a bit on edge. Something didn't seem right. 

Sophie's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Well," she said in her clipped English accent, "I'm filthy. I'm going to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes before dinner." She walked over to the grand stair case and paused with one hand on the ivory banister. She cocked her hip and smiled seductively. "Care to help me?" she asked with a wink. I stared at her and took in the way her red curls cascaded around her face and the way her ample, braless breasts pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse. I cast my suspicions aside.

"Right behind you, my Love" I said.

Sophie briskly climbed the stairs as I followed. She unbuttoned her blouse as she went and cast it over the banister. I gazed at the sensual white flesh of her back as I followed, casting my own shirt aside. I came to the top of the stairs just in time to see her shapely nude ass scurrying into a doorway. Her leather skirt was laying on the floor. I left my pants next to it and walked into the room I kept for Sophie. I maintained a room for Sophie in each of my homes, in case she ever visited. Like all of them, this one was filled with exquisite furniture, including a large bed that she had never slept in. The large walk in closet was filled with pretty things I had purchased for her, and there were several jewelry boxes on the dresser each stocked with magnificent pieces. I knew right away that this room had not been disturbed either. Even the large trunk filled with items I had pilfered from my victims remained in tact.

Across the room, the bathroom door stood open and the light was on. I caught a glimpse of Sophie's reflection in the mirror as she stepped into the shower. Seconds later I heard the water cut on. I could feel my cock stiffening as I rapidly crossed the room. 

Sophie looked like a goddess standing stark naked beneath the hot water. Tendrils of steam wrapped themselves around her voluptuous body. The hot water flowed down her body in glistening streams. Little droplets were falling off her full breasts and erect nipples. Her red hair was two shades darker than normal, and the patch that surrounded her vagina looked very inviting. She held the bar of soap in my direction. "Want to lather me up?" she asked with a smile.

My cock was now at full mast. I stepped beneath the steaming water. Our lips met and we kissed passionately for several seconds. I eagerly fondled her hips and ass, then finally slipped my hands beneath her thighs, grazing the outer folds of her vagina. Sophie moaned softly in my ear and forced the bar of soap in my hand.

She turned and faced the streaming water and I stood behind her. I held her body tightly against my own, grooving my rock hard manhood in the crack of her ass. I took the soap and lathered up a wash rag, then I began to trace the rag along her clavicle. I slowly worked my way down her body with my hands. At the same time, I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my pulsing cock against her backside. Sophie seemed delighted as I lathered up each of her large breasts. I spent extra time rubbing the coarse rag against each of her large nipples.

Then I moved down, taking my time, slowly caressing her stomach with the soapy rag. Sophie closed her big green eyes and leaned her back onto my shoulder. I worked the rag over her hips, and each of her thighs. It moved in a circular motion, slowly moving closer and closer to that thick patch of red hair. Finally, I started to graze her clit. Sophie gasped as I rubbed it repeatedly. I hit the spot again and again, gently rubbing the outer lips of her pussy between each touch. My fingers started working their way inside her hot womanhood. Involuntarily, she started to buck her hips, forcing my fingers and the wash rag deeper inside. Sophie began gasping for breath as I finger fucked her. I entered her harder and faster, and suddenly her knees started to buckle. The room was filled with the sound of her ecstasy as she climaxed. 

She turned and kissed me when it was over, and immediately dropped to her knees. I was already extremely excited from rubbing against her ass. Sophie kissed my swollen head gently as she soaped her palm. She wrapped her tiny hand around my erection and started pumping it roughly while she flicked at my penis opening with her tongue. I ejaculated almost immediately, spraying my juice into her mouth. Sophie stood up and we continued to kiss softly while we cleaned up for real. 

Moments later I laid naked on the bed as Sophie got dressed. Already, I could feel my cock stiffening again as I watched her glide about the room. She stood in front of the large dresser, rummaging in the drawers. She seemed satisfied when she pulled out a lacy black thong and matching bra. She slipped them on along with a black garter belt and hose. The dark material was in sharp contrast to her pale flesh and fiery red hair. I was very aroused. As she stood in front of the closet choosing a dress I stepped up behind her. I ran one hand down her thigh and cupped a breast with the other. I pressed my erection into the small of her back.

"Let make love, my dear," I whispered.

She reached back and took my cock in her hand. "I would love to," she answered. "But lets do it after. It's so much better after the kill." She gave my dick a little squeeze and then released it. 

I stepped back, a little disappointed, but eager to oblige. "Okay, my love," I said. "I'll be downstairs. Watching you dress is agony, and I'll be forced to ravage your body if I stay here." 

I left the room and descended the stairs. Moonlight shone through the large windows and illuminated my hard, nude body as I entered the main room. I paced about as I waited for Sophie. My erection was still standing out before me like a divining rod as I entered the kitchen. Every thing seemed to be undisturbed. The refrigerator and cabinets were barren, and the oven was sterile. Then I noticed something wrong. The cellar door was slightly ajar. Sophie entered the kitchen just as I cast the door open. She looked stunning in a short green velvet dress, but I hardly noticed. I stared down the cellar stairs. At the bottom of the staircase was a small room with gray stone walls. On the back wall there was a door that was normally well concealed. That door stood open now.

My erection quickly fell limp and my heart pounded in my chest as I took off down the down the stairs and through the open passageway. I could hear Sophie's heels clicking behind me on the stairs as I descended to my resting place. I found the small room dark, as always, but my night vision was excellent. What I saw made me cry out in horror.

"Darien!" Sophie called from behind me. "What is…?" She stopped in the middle of her questions when she entered the room. She tried to speak, but her words only came out as a whimper. I stood there naked at the room's entrance as I gazed at what had once been my most prized possession. I felt a single tear running down my cheek. I was filled with a mixture of rage and despair. Behind me, Sophie was grasping the wall to keep from falling down. Her whimper had been replaced with shocked silence.

What had once been my mighty sarcophagus was now only a pile of rubble. The wood was shattered, as if by an axe. The mattress had been torn about, and all the red satin material was now in shreds. It looked as if it had been pulverized by an entire army of men. I started trembling as I stood staring, and finally I released a loud, guttural growl. The growl of an angry animal that had been prodded a few too many times. I stepped up to what had once been a great piece or art. Laying among the remnants of my birthplace was a small shred of paper. On it was a simple note.

"Next time you'll be in it, devil. - J.T."

Suddenly I was overtaken with rage. I snarled in disbelief and tossed the note aside. Sophie went to pick it up as I stormed up the stairs. I only stopped long enough to grab some clothes before heading out into the night to vent my frustrations. I stormed down the streets towards the bad part of town. Within minutes I found a young prostitute, coaxed her into a dark alley and fucked her. It was rough and quick and in a manner of seconds I exploded inside her. Then I fed on the divine red nectar that pumped through her veins. Both the sex and the kill were lackluster, but it helped to calm my mind so I could think rationally. I took all the cash she had on her and walked away. I spent the next few hours wandering around aimlessly, and thinking. By the time I went home, a plan was staring to take shape.

I found Sophie sitting in the corner of the dark living room. I could tell she had fed, but it seemed like she had been waiting for me for quite a while. I sat down across the room and stared at her. No one spoke for several minutes.

"Was it who I think?" she finally asked.

"Jeremiah Thornbird," I answered. "Do you know who that is?"

"Yes," she said with a nod. I suspected she would. The preacher turned hunter had become quite a legend among our kind.

"It will never happen again," I said sternly. "His days are numbered now."

"Do you plan to kill him?" she asked quietly.

"Yes."

"But you can't," she protested. "Killing a hunter isn't allowed. Someone will come for you." The someone she referred to was one of our peers. There was an unwritten rule against killing a hunter. Most of them were religious zealots who spent their time trying to convince the world that we existed. They wrote books, handed out pamphlets and appeared on low budget talk shows. Society thought they were crazy. It was a rule that none of them should be harmed because it might draw attention and cause people to believe them. Killing a hunter was only acceptable if your life was in immediate danger.

"Let them come," I said in response to Sophie's statement. "That casket meant more to me than anything I've ever owned. He'll pay for what he's done."

Sophie jumped out of her chair and crossed the room. She knelt in front of me and placed her hands on mine. "Please Darien," she pleaded. "This is madness. They'll kill you."

I shook my hands free and stood up, pushing her aside. "Please," she called to me. "You can't do this." I started to walk away and she followed. "What if," she stammered. "What if you could do something to hurt him the way he did you?"

"How?" I growled. "He has nothing that means that much."

"He has a daughter," she said. "A daughter that he cherishes more than anything."

I stopped and turned to face her. "What?" I demanded. "How do you know this?"

"Mortimer told me," she said. Mortimer was one of the few of our kind that I socialized with regularly. I liked him, but I still felt a twinge of jealousy when I thought about him spending time alone with Sophie. She continued talking. "Mortimer said he had a daughter that was born just before his wife was killed by Alana." It was widely known that the enigmatic Alana had killed the preachers wife when he was a young man. Almost eighteen years had passed since it happened. "He adores her, and she lives here in Atlanta. You want revenge? Kill her."

I stood silently as I thought her idea through. "That's brilliant," I said finally. "He'll never expect that. It will be much easier. We could kill her before the end of the week."

Sophie put a hand on my shoulder. "Not 'we'", she said. "You. I can't stay here. I'm leaving tonight. I'm too scared. I have to get a way from all of this."

I took a step back. "What?" I said. "You just got here, and now you're leaving, when I need you most. I want to be with you, Sophie."

"Then come with me," she said. "Put all of this behind and come with me."

"I can't do that," I said.

"And I can't stay," she answered. She leaned in closely, crushing her bosom against my chest, and kissed my cheek softly. "I knew you wouldn't come, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. Goodbye, Lover, until we meet again."

"Will we meet again?" I asked with a hint of anger. "Or were you only coming back because of the casket? Because it had a grip on you like it did me?"




Darien's Revenge



I noticed a solitary red tear rolling down her pale cheek. "Don't say that to me Darien. It did have a grip on me, but it was the longing to be close to you that always drew me. You know I'll be back."

She leaned close again and this time our lips met. We kissed slowly and passionately. My hands felt out the ripe body concealed by her tight velvet dress. I rubbed her ass and felt the thong beneath her dress. I could feel my penis stirring, and part of me longed to strip her down and make love on the floor, but I knew it would not be right. Our kiss ended, and we embraced, and then we said farewell. Sophie turned and left. I didn't know when I would see her again, but I felt positive that I would.

* * * * *

Several hours later I hid in the woods of a small farm outside the city. It was less than 50 miles from downtown, yet there were no signs of urban life. The land was covered by rolling hills-the first signs of the Appalachian Mountains. The next house was almost a mile away.

I knew this was Thornbird's place. He had left his home in south Alabama several years early in hopes of find more support for his cause in the big city. I had been cautiously aware of his movement for years, all though I had never had an encounter with him. I had retained the services of a ambitious lawyer several years earlier who managed my ample wealth. Mr. Tiller had been keeping track of the reverend and a few other people I was concerned with for several years. He never asked any questions, as long as he was paid, although I'm sure he had his suspicions. 

There were several guards on the property. Obviously the preacher had feared some sort of retaliation. I easily walked among the men without being detected. They would never notice me in the shadows unless I wanted them to.

Dawn was approaching rapidly, and I knew sunrise wasn't far away. I would have to find a place to sleep soon, but there was something I wanted to see first. There was a bedroom on the back of the house with a large window. I knew this room belonged to young Rosemary Thornbird. Fortunately I had been able to contact my friend Mortimer shortly after Sophie's departure. Through him, I had learned a lot about the hunter's daughter, including her name. She was finishing her senior year at a prestigious religious high school in the city. Apparently the head master was a friend of Thornbird's and had waved the tuition fees for Rosemary. It took nearly an hour to commute to the school, so I knew she would have to get up early to prepare. 

The first hints of light had started to fill the night sky when the bedroom light flicked on. I got as close to the window as I could without putting myself in risk. I watched through the window as the girl began her morning routing. 

In our conversation, Mortimer had called her a striking beauty, and I noticed he had not been lying. Rosemary was wearing a loose white poet's shirt, but even so I could see that her eighteen year old body was very fit. Her hair was a sexy mess of shoulder length dirty blonde spiral curls. She had large almond shaped eyes and a striking figure. As I watched, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. The angle I was at prevented me from seeing in, but she came back out a minute later. I was pleasantly surprised to see she had discarded her sleeping shirt. Rosemary stood looking in her closet wearing nothing but a small pair a pale blue cotton panties. Her body was phenomenal. She was tall and waif thin, with very perky tits that bounced around happily as she walked. My cock grew hard as I fantasized about ravaging her body and then feasting. For a moment, I considered casting my plan aside and smashing in her window. I wanted to feel her tight young body rubbing against my own.

Fortunately, my brain took over and held my animal instincts in check. The sun was rising, and once it did I would be virtually powerless. I stood watching for a few more minutes as Rosemary took her school uniform out of the closet and gathered some accessories. Then she returned to the bathroom and closed the door. The sun was now peeking over the horizon, and I knew I needed to get some rest. I fled through the woods and returned to my car. I had pulled it off the side of the road and concealed it in a grove of trees. I popped the trunk and climbed in. Seconds later I drifted to sleep with pleasant dreams of vengeance.

* * * * *

With a monumental effort, I aroused myself from sleep in the late afternoon. The winter sun was just starting to set and I had to fight the urge to hide in my trunk until nightfall. If my plan were to succeed it was crucial to get moving. I climbed from the car and went around to the backdoor. I removed a garment bag and quickly changed clothes, then slid behind the wheel, pausing only for a second to smooth away a few wrinkles in the black button down shirt and dress slacks. I ran a comb through my long dark hair and pulled it back in a pony tail before setting off towards the city.

Almost an hour later I pulled into the parking lot of the ritzy religious academy. My timing was almost perfect. The grounds were almost abandoned except for a few scattered cars. The majority of the students would have departed hours ago, but not Rosemary. I had learned from my research that she stayed late for choir practice two nights a week. Thursday was one of those nights. I had only been waiting for a few minutes when a group of three girls exited the building. Right away I recognized my prey. 

Rosemary was walking on the far left, next to a petite, attractive brunette and a somewhat chubby blonde girl. The brunette seemed to be the leader of the clique. Rosemary seemed almost like a stereotype-the preacher's daughter in her neat school girl uniform staying after school for choir practice, but as I looked her up and down my thoughts were anything but pure. She was wearing a white blouse beneath a navy blue V-neck sweater. Dirty blond curls hung loosely around her face. Her long, slender legs made her pleated gray skirt seem miniscule by comparison. Once again, I felt my manhood grow hard, but I didn't know if it was caused by lust for her sex, or for the revenge I would have when I destroyed her.

As the girls started in the direction of the parking lot I strode confidently towards them. "Excuse me ladies," I called. The three girls stopped and looked at me. I noticed the petite brunette admiring my body. It was hard not to notice the lust in her eyes. My hypersensitive nose quickly caught a whiff of her moistening sex, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I recognized her right away as the vixen that she was-the same type of girl I has spent most of my evening feasting on for the last ten years.

She took a step towards me and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Hannah," she said. "Can I help you?". She exuded the confidence of a girl who knew her power over men, along with the naiveté of a spoiled rich girl who thought she had nothing to fear in life. I contemplated inviting Hannah for a ride so I could teach her a little lesson about talking to strangers, but I realized I had no time for that.

"Yes," I answered. "Do any of you ladies know Rosemary Thornbird?" 

Rosemary looked up. "That's me," she said.

"Rosemary, my name is Darien," I said. "Your father sent me here to give you a ride home. He's worried about your safety." 

"But Candy usually gives me a ride home after choir practice" she protested. I glanced over at the Candy, the chubby blonde. Like Hannah she was also gazing at me with lustily. It was as obvious to me that she was a virgin as it was that Hannah wasn't. I was a little surprised that Rosemary didn't share the same obvious attraction to me as her friends. 

"Look Rosemary," I said with a worried expression. "I don't know what the normal routine is. All I know is that I'm new, and this is the first thing your father has asked me to do, and it seemed pretty urgent. He seemed really worried."

"Yes, that sounds like Daddy," she said. She paused for a second to think over the situation. 

"I have a cell phone right here," I said reaching for my pocket. "You can call him if you want."

That seemed to convince her. 

"No, that won't be necessary," she said. "Which one is your car?" I pointed to the Mercedes. Rosemary quickly said goodbye to her friends and accompanied me to my car.

"You know," she said as we pulled out of the parking lot, "Sometimes I get tired of all this."

"All of what?" I asked.

"All of the stuff my father puts me through. You don't have to pretend for my benefit," she said. "I know you think my father is crazy, but he pays his people real well and it seems like a good job since there isn't any danger."

"Crazy? Why do you say that?" I asked.

Rosemary paused long enough to cause me to glance over. Her hazel eyes had grown were large and filled with frustration. "You don't have to pretend I said. All this vampire stuff that he's goes on about. All the times he thinks I'm in danger. The way he's never been able to accept my mother's death, so he blames it on mythical creatures. I love my father, but it's all insane". Her words were harsh, but they were spoken in a loving tone, not a critical one.

"I don't think your father is crazy," I said seriously.

"Fine." she said bitterly. "You can continue to patronize me if you want." I was surprised at how quickly her mood had changed. I hadn't realized she possessed such a temper. The anger faded as quickly as it had come. "Now I'll go home and he'll go on for hours about some danger he thinks we're in, and how I need to be more careful, and how he'll be sending a body guard everywhere with me. Is that what you are? My new bodyguard."

"I suppose," I responded. I had been worried that my scheme may not work, but everything was working according to plan.

"And you're to take me straight home to receive my lecture?"

"No," I said, seeing my opening. "He said nothing about bringing you straight home. He just said I was to pick you up and take you to school. I'm also to accompany you anytime you go out. I wasn't told to take you directly home, so if you would rather go someplace else we can, as long as I'm with you." I paused for a second before continuing. "You don't mind spending time with me, do you?" I asked softly.

For the first time I noticed a glimmer of lust in Rosemary's eyes. Now that she wasn't thinking of her father, she was seeing me for the first time. Most women found me attractive based on my physical characteristics, but even the few who didn't were powerless once I turned on my charm. It was the most crucial element of the Gift Alana had given to me. Without my charm, I would have starved.

Rosemary smiled cautiously. I could tell her feelings were causing an internal dilemma. The desire she was feeling was contradictory to the wholesome lifestyle she had always lived. "No," she answered slowly. "I think I enjoy your company." 

"And I enjoy yours," I said with a wink. My plan was working excellently. In a short while I would be feasting on the nectar flowing through her veins, and then leaving her on the steps of her fathers house with two glaring holes in her jugular. The sun was completely set and I felt at full strength. "What do you say we get some dinner?" I asked. 

Rosemary quickly agreed. I could still sense the internal struggle and she tried to comprehend her emotions.

"Good," I said. "I just have to stop by my place and pick up something."

I started driving towards my townhouse. It was a quiet drive. I could read most of the girl's emotions. She felt like she had a silly crush on me, but she's never felt such womanly yearnings with any previous crush. Her pious upbringing was telling her that her reaction was wrong, and her mind was telling her that she shouldn't trust me. But in the end, she was powerless to resist-just like the hundreds that had gone before her, although she was definitely one of the purest I had ever encountered. The majority of her victims were more like her friend Hannah. Even innocent young Sophie had explored her sexuality a little, even though she had been a virgin before meeting me. Rosemary, on the other hand, was a fresh, untouched lump of clay, waiting for the artist's first touches.

We pulled up in front of my home. I invited Rosemary in, telling her it would take a few minutes. She accepted the invitation without so much as asking what I had to do. I knew she was under my spell. We stepped into the large living room and I turned on a light. Rosemary gasped as she took in the exquisite décor. 

"Do you like?" I asked from behind her. She nodded. "I have something else you may like," I said. I leaned over her shoulder and nipped her earlobe gently. She snapper her head around. Her eyes were filled with a mix of shock, confusion and desire. I grasped Rosemary's hips and turned her to face me, then leaned in for a kiss. She tried to step back but found herself trapped against the wall. I stepped closer, placing my hard body firmly against her. I took her lips in my own and kissed her again. Her body was rigid at first, but I felt her resistance slowly melt away. Her muscles relaxed and I slipped my arm around her waist. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue inside. I could tell it was the first serious kiss she had ever received. She was undoubtedly the most innocent eighteen year old I had ever encountered. The thought of desiccating that purity made me rock hard.

I started grinding my hips into hers, letting her feel my stiff cock. Her body responded and she moved in time with me. She was kissing back enthusiastically now. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal. More importantly, I could feel her heart pounding fiercely and feel the heat of her life-sustaining nectar. I grabbed the bottom of her navy sweater and quickly removed it. The white button down blouse she wore was thin and silky. I could see the outline of her light pink bra. I could also see her hardening nipples. 

"I'm going downstairs," I whispered in her ear. "Why don't you come?" Rosemary just nodded. She was in a zombie-like state as she followed my downstairs to the small sitting room in the cellar. The room was barren except for a floor lamp, a small bookshelf, and an overstuffed chair. The secret door had been re-concealed. I stood in the center of the room and quickly removed my black shirt, baring my rigid torso. I removed the band from my hair, letting my dark hair cascade freely about my face. Then I went to the corner and sat in the chair. 

Rosemary followed and climbed onto my lap. She sat on her knees, straddling my legs and causing the short pleated skirt to ride up and reveal her creamy white thighs. She pressed herself against me, crushing her breast to my chest. Her blouse felt cool and slippery against my bare flesh. I let her kiss my softly before giving her a gently nudge. She wasn't expecting the push and it knocked her off my lap and onto the floor. Her skirt flew up revealing pastel pink panties. 

She looked up at me with a hurt puppy dog look, confused by my gesture. Then she shook it off and started crawling back towards me. I was amazed by the transformation she had undergone in the last hour. The young ingénue had become a wanton, lust-crazed vixen. I had known she would give in to my wishes once I started charming her, but I had expected some underlying fear and confusion. The earlier confusion had dissipated, and I hadn't sensed any fear all evening. 

She started to climb up into my lap again, but I placed a hand on my shoulder to stop her. She gave me the puppy dog look again. I nodded at the obvious bulge in my black slacks. "I want you to touch my cock," I said.

Now I sensed a bit of nervousness. "But," she started to say. "But I never…."

I knew what she was trying to say, but I wanted to hear the words. "But you never what?" I asked sharply.

"I've never done that," she said meekly. "I'm a virgin." She was blushing slightly with embarrassment. An hour ago she had been proud of her morality, but in my presence she was ashamed.

"You won't be much longer," I stated. "Now take it out."

Rosemary kneeled on the floor and slowly unbuckled my belt. Her hands were trembling slightly as she opened my pants. The soft material fell aside and my rock hard cock sprung free. She gazed at it with a mixture of fascination and shock. I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided her towards it. She seemed confused at first, but then she hesitantly opened her lips, allowing me to slip my engorged member in her mouth. 

Without words, I slowly guided her head down my shaft and back up. She left a trail of red lipstick on my penis. I placed a hand on each side of her head and started her bobbing up and down, gulping my shaft. Rosemary wasn't sure of what she was doing, but she managed to perform well nonetheless. Her hot little mouth was just the release my hard dick needed. My hips rose up out of the chair as I started fucking her face. She managed to time my rhythm and keep up with me. Her tongue started swirling around my prick. She seemed to be a natural. In no time at all I was near the brink. With one final thrust my cock exploded, filling her with my load.

Her shock was evident as she jerked away. She started coughing and my pinking cum bubbled from her lips, even as my cock continued to act like a geyser, dribbling my juices on her chin and down her blouse. When it was over, I sat back contentedly. Rosemary tried to apologize by saying she hadn't been prepared. 

I opened my eyes and looked at her. The previews were over. It was not time for the main event. "I seemed to have messed up your blouse," I said.

"Yes," she answered. "I don't know how I'll explain this to my father." She still had no clue that she would never see her father again. 

I told her we could wash it if she took it off. She nodded and asked if I had something she could wear while it washed. I laughed at her naiveté. "You'll not be wearing anything for a while," I said. "Now take off her your blouse!"

She jumped a little and started to fumble with the buttons. "Not like that," I said. "Stand up in the center of the room." She obeyed. "Now face me, and slowly take it off." She was nervous once again, but she listened without much hesitation. I told her to remove her shoes and socks first, and she did so. Then, facing me, she slowly unbuttoned the stained white blouse. Her bra was the same pink color of her panties and was covered with simple lace. As the blouse slid off her shoulders and hit the floor I told her not to stop. Rosemary was blushing sincerely now as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid off easily, revealing her full, ripe breast. They were surprisingly large for such an amazingly thin girl. Her brown nipples were rock hard. 

The skirt came next, and right behind it went her panties. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. I sat their gazing at the nervous girl, knowing I was the first man to ever take in the magnificent sight of her adult body. It was even more perfect than I had previously thought. She was slender, with just the right amount of muscle, full breasts, and shapely legs and ass. Her face and hair were both flawless. I was rock hard again as I thought about what was going to happen next. 

I stood up and cast open the hidden doorway and walked down the passage. Rosemary followed. We entered my secret chamber, which was not filled by a large ornate metal casket which Mr. Tiller had procured for me earlier. The outside was black, and the inside was the same blood red. When Rosemary saw it her eyes widened.

"My father isn't crazy, is he?" she asked.

"No," I said smiling, revealing my sharp killing teeth for the first time. 

She just nodded. I expected to sense the rising fear that most victims had once they realized what I really was, but there was none. She seemed to just accept her fate.