3 comments/ 34971 views/ 4 favorites Good To Be Undead By: Samuelx They say that life experiences can change you. What happens to your life when you are no longer numbered among the living yet aren't dead either? My name is Raphael Hughes. If you were to gaze upon me, you'd see a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. Once upon a time, that's who I was. Then, everything changed one night. It was the summer after I graduated high school. I was starting college in the fall so I decided to chill in the big city for a time. My father, Boston police officer Francis Hughes had given me some money and even let me borrow the Hummer. Isn't that something? I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. My brother Joseph attends the University of Massachusetts, Boston Campus. He plays college basketball and excels at it. Me? I'm not very athletic, although I watch football, basketball, wrestling and soccer like the most dedicated fan. The school I had gotten accepted to was Heracles Technical Institute. I honestly didn't know much about it. I was just glad to be going to college. The Admissions Representative told me they were impressed with my grades and were offering me an academic scholarship. Free room and board for four years. Nice! I couldn't wait to get started with college. I had the entire summer to have fun. In high school I was really the geeky bookworm type. Now, I wanted to make up for lost time. Boston city night life here I come! I checked out the night life. It was okay, I guess. Much better than Brockton, a town which lacked a movie theater. Need I say more? Anyway, I was hanging out at this club in downtown Boston when this really pretty young woman walked up to me and introduced herself. Theresa was her name and she was one of the prettiest women I'd ever seen. Tall, curvy, with dark brown skin and long hair bleached bone-white. A vision of beauty. She had face, chest, body and booty. Need I say more? Theresa was what we young black men called a dime piece. A perfect ten. So, here I was dancing with Theresa. The young woman seemed really into me. I smiled as we did the bump and grind. Around us, dozens of young couples were dancing to the beat of some really hot Rap song. I like 50 Cent, Young Jock and of course Janet Jackson. I couldn't believe my luck when Theresa asked me to go somewhere with her. This could only mean one thing. I was going to get some! Taking my hand, she led me backstage. We made our way through the crowd, until we finally reached backstage and had some privacy. Theresa smiled at me and we started kissing. The chick was really aggressive, grabbing me and feeling me up as we played tonsil hockey. I liked it! Everything was going fine, until she bit me. Yeah, she bit me. I remembered struggling against her, then losing consciousness. That's all I remember. Three days later, I was a vampire. Isn't that something? Theresa was a vampire and she turned me into one of the undead. My life would never be the same. I was a young black man about to start college when suddenly I was transformed into one of the nightwalkers. No one asked me if I wanted to join this little freak show. I was forced into it and not given the chance to say no. I didn't like the change my life took. So I decided to live as no vampire before me had. I decided to live as a human being would and stay in touch with humanity. I didn't abandon my family or friends. I had fought too long and too hard to get where I was. I wasn't going to allow something as trivial as being technically dead to interfere with my life. Yeah, I know exactly how that sounds. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. However, it all took a little adjustment. Understand that I was very new to this. And I was operating without a manual. I didn't know any other vampires or how to locate them. To be honest, I didn't want to meet any other vampires. If Theresa was any exemplar of what they were really like, then I think avoiding the whole lot of them might be good for my health. I discovered quite a few things about the life of a vampire. Vampires could walk in the daylight without bursting into flames. Sure, sunlight sapped the energy of vampires, turning them into something far weaker than what they were but it didn't outright destroy them. That was very reassuring. All I had to do was use a ton of suntan lotion daily and I would be alright. Also, vampires did reflect in mirrors. They could cross running water. The sight of Crucifixes couldn't hurt them any more than they did the average person. Being a vampire increased my strength and speed. Not quite superhuman, whatever that means. I couldn't lift a truck or run as fast as a car or even a gazelle. I was stronger and faster than any human being who ever lived. That I can guarantee you. I healed faster too. The only thing I found discomforting about the whole thing is the blood drinking bit. I still haven't gotten used to that. How does one go about getting blood? It's more complicated than you think. Grabbing a punk off the street and drain him or her of all blood doesn't appeal to me. First of all, I'm scared of germs and all blood-related diseases. Always have been. Being a vampire didn't change that. Second of all, I really don't like putting my mouth anywhere near someone's neck. Even as a human, I wasn't into hickeys. Again, fear of germs. Yeah, I was a neat freak. Anyway, I found the perfect solution. I got a job working for a Blood Bank. In that line of work, it was relatively easy for me to acquire blood. I wasn't killing anyone, so it seemed okay to me. Better than to hang out late and night, putting fatal hickeys on ugly people. Yuck! Anyway, the summer went by. I tried to maintain a normal life. I was so good at the masquerade that my parents didn't suspect a thing. I found out that certain facts of life never changed. I still ate and drank, though I really didn't need to. The blood I drank provided me with all I needed. Being a blood drinker didn't change the fact that like all human beings, I had to eat, drink, sleep, shave, piss and shit. Yeah, the facts of life. My father Francis and brother Joseph suspected that something was wrong with me but they didn't know what. I didn't tell them, of course. Joseph was in basketball camp for a good portion of the summer, preparing himself for the upcoming college basketball season. When the summer ended, I found myself facing something even more terrifying than vampire life : The first of college. The Heracles Technical Institute was a small private school located in Boston. The school was founded in 1991 by James Heracles, a former corporate raider who retired with close to a billion dollars in his pocket. He decided to invest it in the higher education of young men and women from New England. The school had nine thousand students, spread over two campuses, Boston and Cape Cod. I opted for Cape Cod because I liked the ocean and also because I wanted out of Boston for a while. The Boston campus was basically a commuter campus anyway. The Cape Cod campus was home to the dormitories, and the Heracles Tech Department of Athletics. I was amazed by the campus. It was so diverse. At a time when many American colleges and universities were mostly female, Heracles Tech was evenly divided between male and female students. The school Student Body was fifty percent male and fifty percent female. It was also thirty percent Caucasian, twenty percent Black, ten percent Asian, thirty percent Hispanic and ten percent Native American. Talk about diversity! I liked it already! The Heracles Tech Department of Athletics was so impressive that it had recently been accepted into the NCAA Division One. Not bad for a relatively small private college which was basically less than two decades old. The Heracles school regularly competed against schools like Harvard, MIT and Amherst College as well as other Division One schools across New England. Heracles Tech offered Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Rifle, Basketball, Bowling, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Baseball, Crew, Cross Country, Football, Golf, Ice Hockey, Rugby, Soccer, Tennis, Nordic Skiing, Track, Swimming, Volleyball and Wrestling. For the Female Student Athletes they offered Archery, Basketball, Softball, Crew, Cross Country, Nordic Skiing, Rugby, Bowling, Golf, Soccer, Tennis, Track, Ice Hockey, Swimming, Volleyball, Field Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Equestrian and Wrestling. I couldn't believe it when I saw their Athletics website. Forty varsity sports, twenty for Men and twenty for Women! Impressive! I moved into the Men's Dormitories as soon as I got on campus. The men's dorms were located at the center of the campus, between the Athletic Department and the newly refurbished Football Field. It was a massive building. The Women's Dormitories was located almost a mile away, closer to the Liberal Arts Department. My dad helped me move in. We brought in my special mattress, clothes, books, dozens of lotion bottles and of course my comic book collection, among which my porn magazines were hidden. I also brought in my DVD player and some of my favorite movies such as The Godfather, Highlander, Superman I-IV, Hercules, The Matrix Trilogy and The Three Musketeers. I never had an interest in anything gothic like Dracula or Bride of Frankenstein. I didn't like such movies when I was alive and I still loathed them now that I am undead. However, I decided to make the best of my new existence and embraced college life. I tried to put out of my mind all the changes that occurred in recent months. I wanted so badly to be human again. Sadly, it was not to be. My roommates were something else. Jason Theroux, a six-foot- tall and good-looking, muscular Football player. He was a recent graduate of Castor Academy, a private all-boys school in the Midwest. This blond-haired, green-eyed Irish stud would turn out to be the best friend I've ever had. He was a nice, easygoing guy. A practical joker, to be sure, but I didn't mind. My other roommate was Justin Lee, a recent transfer from another school. Lee was a stocky Asian guy. I learned that he came to Heracles Tech because his school had recently dropped many programs, including wrestling. Both Jason and I sympathized. The five-foot-nine Lee joined the Heracles Tech men's wrestling squad and represented them at the 150-pound weight class. He would go on to win the state wrestling championship, if you can believe that. Yeah, those were my guys. My friends. I could count on them for whatever. Contrarily to common belief, college football players were no more popular or sexually adventurous than other students on campus. Jason came from a conservative background and although he was funny, cool guy, he wasn't the party type. Lee on the other hand could party like he was Satan's favorite son. Yeah, life with those two was fun. Jason met a young woman named Brianna Riches and they began to date. You've seen Brianna's type before. The tall, blonde, blue-eyed coed who looked more like a centerfold than an apt pupil. Would you believe that Jason fell in love with her? Yeah, he did. The guy drove Lee and I crazy with talk of Brianna. His every word was about how wonderful she was and all that jazz. I smiled. Ah, the wonders of young love. I've never been in love. I am however familiar with lust, and it's what got me turned into a vampire in the first place. For now, this black college man slash vampire fledgling was happy to remain celibate, thank you very much. Femmes, both human and vampire, are a mysterious, seemingly unapproachable and often deadly lot. I was going to focus on my education. College life turned out to be quite different from what I thought. I was expecting the drunken parties and frat houses seen in movies like Van Wilder and Animal House. Heracles Tech was a rather peaceful campus, except when our sports teams were playing against some unfortunate New Englander who thought he or she stood a chance against the likes of us. Our football team beat the living daylights out of the local Ivy Leaguers. Need I say more? Heracles Tech football players were scrappy young men. Not the kind of pampered losers seen at Harvard or MIT. They played because they loved the competitive nature of the game and the sheer fun of crushing an opponent. I love the Heracles Tech sportsmen! They're awesome! Life at Heracles Tech was okay. I was just a regular guy on campus. I kept mostly to myself but I made a few friends. I went to classes in the daytime and hung out at night. Cape Cod was a fun place to be. A lot better than Brockton. At least they had a movie theater! I developed a strong case of school spirit. I became an avid supporter of the Heracles Tech sports teams. I cheered for the football team when they battled their regional rivals. I supported the men's and women's basketball teams when they faced their usual opponents. I followed the men's wrestling team when they went to the regional championships. Rain or shine, win or lose, I was side by side with the sportsmen and sportswomen of Heracles Tech. College was turning me into somewhat of an extrovert. In the past, I hadn't been that involved in school activities, especially high school athletics. Maybe it's because I wasn't friends with any of the athletes. Now, I am buds with many of them. Thomas Jenkins, from the Men's Basketball team. Luke Haverhill, from the Men's Rugby team. Jack Smith from the Men's Golf team. Edward Sullivan, of the Men's Equestrians. Leonard Saxon, of the Men's Rifle team. Alexander Madison, of the Men's Archery team. Anna Maria Hartford of the Women's Volleyball team and also Lydia Smart of the Women's Rifle team. I love college sports. It really kills me when a school cuts sports because of gender politics or budget issues. Seriously. Institutions of higher education are going to have to find a better way. The night life around Cape Cod was calm and peaceful. I was starting to really like the place. It's so different from the clamor of the big city. I hung out with Jason Theroux along with Lee and their assorted girlfriends. Night or day, I was never alone. Of course, I was lonely sometimes. I watched the men and women on campus. Everyone paired up really fast. I saw guys walking around with their girlfriends. I also saw gay and lesbian couples. Hurray for Massachusetts, the first state in the union to legalize Gay Marriage. Personally, I was all for it. Yeah, back on topic. The loneliness I felt never went away, until I noticed...them. There I was, walking around once upon a Cape Cod night. Three people were walking around in a dark street. Two men and one woman. They wore tight-fitting dark clothing and appeared to be in a hurry. I noticed that they were following someone. Curious, I followed suit. There, I watched them corner a large man in a blind alley and wade into him. They circled him like predators. Thinking them some type of gang, I decided to intervene. Normally, I wouldn't intervene in such affairs. I was a six-foot-one, 250-pound black college man. I was not Superman. When I was human, I steered clear of confrontations of any kind. I wasn't trying to do something stupid like getting in a fight and get locked up. I was a policeman's son and an aspiring police officer. Leave the riffraff to the commoners. Still, I couldn't stand idly by while an innocent man suffered. The three dark-clad individuals were giving the poor man a sound beating. Had I been human, I would have walked away. But I wasn't human. I was a vampire. So I hollered at them to let him go. The three of them turned around and stared at me. I stared right back. Their eyes roved over me, and they smiled, before refocusing their gaze upon the man. Apparently, they didn't deem me enough of a threat. Painful mistake. Their arrogance filled me with a kind of rage I had never felt before. I got no idea where it came from, but it felt good. I surged toward them, eager to start my first battle as one of the undead. The three of them somehow sensed me coming, even though I knew how to move soundlessly. What surprised me is how fast they reacted. The female reacted like lightning. She was upon me in a heartbeat. We traded blows. Astonishingly, she seemed to be quite strong. I didn't hold back. I fought her. Anyone, man or woman, who would attack an innocent man for no reason is despicable in my book. The female assailant moved quickly, but I was stronger. I drove her back, and in spite of her ferocity, I grabbed her and hurled her away from me. She roared, a sound not unlike that of a jungle cat. For a moment, I was surprised. What in hell was she? Her two male companions had watched us battle. Impassive. The man I had come to rescue hung limply in the hand of one of them. I didn't know if he was alive or dead. Suddenly, it dawned on me that my three foes might not be quite human. What were they, if not human? All three of them moved toward me, acting like a pack of predatory beasts rather than people. They wore sardonic smiles on their faces. I sniffed the air. They weren't human. That wasn't the strangest part. The weird part was when their eyes turned yellow, and their ordinary-looking hands turned into wicked talons. When I took a closer look at them, they seemed hairier than before. Even the female among them. They weren't quite animalistic in their hairiness but they were not far from it. They were not human, yet they weren't vampires like me. They were something else, something I loathed. I knew that for sure. Moving faster than anything human, they moved against me. Had I been human, I would have been terrified. But lucky for me, I wasn't human. I was a creature of the night. So were they. Time to see who was the toughest creature of them all. The three of them howled ferociously and leapt at me. At this point, I went on autopilot. I had never encountered the like of these creatures before. Yet something deep inside of me knew what they were. At a cellular level, I knew that they were the enemy. I gave into instinct long suppressed. The results were nothing short of astonishing. As the three hairy humanoids came at me, I waited. When they were sufficiently close by, I extended my arms and, moving like lightning, struck them. My right fist smashed with superhuman strength on the head of the female creature which attacked me earlier. She shrieked in pain and recoiled. Her two companions pressed the attack. I leapt back, and they came straight for me. This time, I did something else entirely. I leapt and landed right in between them. They yelped in surprise. pressing my advantage, I struck them again, hard. My fingers were curled and outstretched, mimicking the head of a cobra. I struck the vulnerable throats of the superhuman creatures. Gasping, they drew back, clutching their throats. The female creature surged forward, eager to avenge her companions pain. I lashed out with outstretched hands, raking my nails across her neck. Yelping, she fell on her knees. I stood over her. She was bleeding, along with her wolfish companions. They were strong brute creatures, but not much in the way of intellect. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I sank my teeth into her neck, drinking from her. She struggled in my grip. I took what I wanted, then dropped her. She was still alive. I knew it took a lot more than what I had just dished out to kill these wolfish brutes. Laughing, I ran away, with speed that surprised even me. I ran through the night, feeling better and more confident than I had in years. I felt a certain power inside. A primal and undeniable might whose source was unknown to me. When I surrendered to it, it felt really good. I had faced two wolf-men and a wolf-woman. And I not only survived but I had also defeated them. Werewolves were no match for vampires. I was the vampire, the original master of the night. I had the power. I could do anything! I leapt onto a rooftop, and began running. I wasn't as agile as a panther or as nimble as a monkey. However, I was stronger, faster and more agile than any human being in history. For the first time since Theresa transformed me from black college man into vampire, I felt happy. The world was mine. And nothing on planet Earth could stand in my way. Ah, the naiveté of youth. Good To Be Undead Ch. 02 The plan was so simple. We were supposed to meet at a certain time, get something done and then move on. Unfortunately, some people always show up late for everything. Hello, there. My name is Lamia Grey, formerly Lamia Le Gris, and I'll be your vampire for the evening. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, large black woman clad in black leather. I am so much more than that. I am a vampire and currently hold the rank of Regent of the House of Blight. This makes me one of the rulers of the House of Blight. One of the most powerful Houses in modern history. The House of Blight is a gathering of powerful vampires from around the world. We're quite numerous and financially wealthy. We also control much of New York City and part of Long Island. Vampire society is quite well-organized and not the random jumble you see on television. A vampire is sired and joins a clan. A clan is a group of vampires with similar beliefs who stick together and run a certain territory. Numerous clans form a House. A great House can rule a large territory. We run our territory and defend it against other vampires. The House of Blight has about five thousand members spread all over the state of New York. The only rival we have in this part of the world is the House of Twilight. The House of Twilight is made up of ancient, powerful vampires. They're quite ruthless and survived through the inter clan wars. They're big in the worlds of finance, business, sports and politics. Like all vampires, they look exactly like humans. What humans don't know is that vampires walk among them. Even in the daylight. Sunlight makes us sleepy and groggy. But we can function in it. Nothing some suntan lotion can't fix. We don't burst into flames in the sun. That's a myth. Also, crosses and holy water don't do anything to us. We look and act like normal people. We go to work and then come home. Unlike normal people, we live forever. A vampire can live forever unless he or she gets themselves killed. We're not invincible. While five times stronger and four times faster than an average human being of our size and sex, we're far from the lethally indestructible machines of terror human cinema makes us out to be. Our bodies can regenerate. Unless we're beheaded or staked in the heart, then it's all over. End of story. Myself, I was born in 1808 on the Island of Haiti. I lived as a Haitian woman, a normal person, until 1858. I had gotten married and all that jazz. My husband's name was Jean-Pierre and he lived in Cap Haitian, in Northern Haiti. We had two sons, Phillip and Remy, and a daughter, Isabel. Life was good. Haiti was the first sovereign Black nation in the new world. We were free at a time when African-Americans were still in chains. I lived for fifty years as a normal human being. Then a vampire named Henry Guillaume came to town. And he changed me. He was killed by the Island soldiers. They don't like vampires down there and they know of the supernatural. I moved to America in 1878. Twenty years later I would meet Jason Blight, a handsome young black man who had been around since 1700 A.D. He was actually a master vampire and the Founder of the House of Blight. The first all-black vampire clan in America. I watched the House of Blight grow in America. We sought out young black men and black women of great intellect and beauty. We turned them into vampires. The House of Blight became a powerful force in both vampire and human worlds. We were avid supporters of the civil rights movement back in the day. I was a supporter of women's rights too, but many of today's feminists disappoint me. You don't need to hate men in order to prove your strength as a woman. I respect the men in my life and they respect me. That's the way the world should be. Tell that to the politically correct harpies out there. Never mind. My duties as Regent of the House of Blight keep me quite busy. Jason Blight is the Master and Founder of the House. He approves or disapproves of newcomers. He makes all the big decisions. I am his second in command. I keep the House running. I make sure our businesses run smoothly, and that our members, especially the new ones, stay out of the press. I put out fires, so to speak. Just call me the black female vampire firefighter. Running an organization with five thousand immortals isn't all that different from running one with humans. People are people, whether they live forever or not. I handle the civil branch of our affairs. The Enforcer handles the other stuff. The Enforcer is a tall, good-looking black man named Stephen Volley. A hefty and handsome black stud. He is of Haitian origin, just like me. He is not a vampire, though. I convinced the Master to hire him as an Enforcer during the House of Blight's internecine wars. Stephen is not a vampire but he's also not human. You see, he is a werewolf. He can transform himself into a wolf-like creature of titanic proportions in the blink of an eye. Werewolves are a strong, violent and powerful breed. Vampires don't usually care much for them. The average werewolf is a lot stronger than even ancient and well-trained vampires. Simply because werewolves tap into their animalistic rage and intensity a lot more than vampires do. When I first met Stephen, he was living with a handsome gay Irishman named Lucas Jenkins on his college campus. Stephen the werewolf is bisexual. He had left his Pack, the Lupercus, and was living in human society. At the time, he attended Magnus Tech, a four-year technical college. A small school located in Long Island. It had one campus and only twelve hundred students. The school did have a decent sports program, though. Magnus Tech's Department of Athletics sponsored Men's Basketball, Baseball, Volleyball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Football and Swimming along with Women's Basketball, Softball, Volleyball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Field Hockey, Rugby and Swimming. Stephen was a running back on the Football team. He was also having an affair with a swimmer Lucas during that fateful year. Some homophobes killed Lucas after spotting them together. A vengeful Stephen unleashed hell upon them, werewolf style. He became sort of an avenging angel that night. I saw him in action. I was visiting Long Island that week, to take care of some business acquisitions we had in the area. Stephen had been vengeful but careful in punishing the humans who killed his lover. I admired that about him. I approached him. He told me to go away. I knew that he needed some grieving time. So I made the offer a few months later. Stephen said he'd consider it. Then, he came to work for us. Vampires are immortal bureaucrats. They live forever, so they get stagnant sometimes. Although a House is dominated by its Founder or the descendants of said Founder, Houses tend to be democratic. To an extent, of course. Not so in the werewolf world. Werewolves live in Packs. An Alpha Male runs the Pack, along with his Alpha Female. Anyone who challenges either of the Alphas is swiftly removed. In an unpleasant way. Werewolf fights tend to be astonishingly brutal. A male werewolf must fight to become leader of his Pack. Those who lose battles tend to die. Werewolf Packs tend to have between four to twenty members. They tend to be nomadic. Many werewolves are members of biker gangs. There's a lot of mythology about werewolves. They're not human beings transformed into animalistic creatures by the light of the moon. They're wolf-like creatures disguised as human beings. All vampires were once human. It took another vampire to sire them and bring them into the vampire life. Werewolves aren't like that. A male werewolf and a female werewolf get together and create a whole bunch of them. That's the way it works. The sexual unions of vampires never produce fruit. We're all sterile the moment we become vampires. Werewolves aren't like us. They're deeply in touch with their animal instincts. They're also stronger and faster than we are. They can live for thousands of years, aging much slower than humans. However, they don't live forever. They've got extreme longevity. Lupus, a werewolf of Latin origin is an extremely famous member of their species. He was born around 200 B.C. in Italy. He was once worshiped as the Wolf God by primitive people in the Italian mountains. He was the Alpha of the most numerous and long-lived Pack, Pack Lobo. Lupus died in 1990. He was two thousand and ninety years old. Most vampires don't live that long because they perish in clan wars. The Wolf-Man was truly remarkable. I respect the werewolves. There are hundreds of thousands of vampires walking the earth. Posing as lawyers, doctors, scientists, soldiers, etc. Werewolves outnumber us because they reproduce really fast. Their sexual prowess is legendary. Speaking of sexual prowess. I was supposed to meet Stephen here. Where is that masculine werewolf stud? I was standing on the rooftop and didn't hear anything come up behind me in the night. Suddenly, I found myself caught by two very strong and hairy arms. I turned around and saw that it was Stephen. The sexy wolf-man. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back. No one knows this but we're lovers. In my time, I've had male and female lovers, both human and vampire. However, only when I experienced the love of a masculine werewolf in heat did I find out what true passion was. That's when I fell in love with Stephen. Even though he is a werewolf, Stephen is first and foremost a black man. He likes a thick black female with a cute face, large breasts, wide hips and a big bubble butt. That's me. To him, it doesn't matter that I am a vampire. As he kissed and caressed me, I felt his manliness harden. So I got down to please the werewolf stud I loved. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Out came his twelve-inch long, uncut black super cock. I gasped when I saw it. I slowly began sucking on it. He grabbed the back of my head and drove me downward. I almost gagged on his cock. It's a good thing that as a vampire, I don't need to breathe. The werewolf stud thrust his cock down my throat. I sucked his dick and licked his balls. Stephen groaned as I sucked him. He clearly liked what I was doing. What did I tell you? I've got skills. I fingered my pussy while sucking him off, and was surprised at how wet I was. When Stephen came, I drank his manly seed. Licked him dry. He smiled at me and nodded. I knew the jig was up. So I got down on all fours and shook my big ass at him. Laughing, he got behind me and felt up my booty. Yeah, he loves a big butt. I know his big cock has been known to tame both male and female bottoms. And I want some of that. Like a true wolf-man, he was authoritarian and macho. He told me to spread my cheeks and I did. I felt his rough hands grab my hips as his cock pressed against my backdoor. With a swift thrust, he entered me. I'd like to say that I didn't scream or so much grunt when his long and thick cock entered me. But that would be a lie. I howled like one of the damned. Stephen held my hips and began sliding his cock deeper inside me. Now, I'm no dainty dame or anything like that. I'm no fragile porcelain doll. When it comes to rough sex, I can roll with the toughest of them. However, Stephen operated at a whole other level. He was fucking me like anal sex was going out of style. Every thrust of his big black cock inside me felt like I was being torn in half. And I was loving it. It hurt at first, and hurts still, but it's beginning to feel oddly good right now. Stephen really let me have it. He didn't hold anything back. His clawed hands dug into my inhuman flesh. He grabbed a handful of my long hair and yanked my head back while slamming his cock even deeper inside me. I yelped. Damn, that frigging hurt. Ouch. I liked it. Laughing, he continued to fuck me, his cock stretching my ass to a previously unimaginable extent. We romped the rump way until he finally came, sending his seed deep inside me. I squealed in sheer delight. This was an incredibly intense experience. Afterwards, Stephen squeezed himself out of me. I readjusted my clothes and sat down, trying to recover. His six foot seven inches dwarfed my foot-foot-ten frame. Like all werewolves, he was physically imposing. Male and female werewolves were distinguished from ordinary humans in many ways. They were taller, and much better-looking. A superb race. One day, they might give us vampires a run for our money. I rose, and simply hugged him. He bent down and kissed me. Stephen Volley. Bisexual black man. College football player. Werewolf of Alpha Class with strong DNA. My lover. What a pair we'd make. Werewolves and vampires don't care for each other's company, but we are civil with one another. Anything to prevent a war. I wonder how the members of the House of Blight, the elite of vampire clans, would feel if they knew their Regent was in love with a werewolf. Doubtless, I'd be banned from the House. I am risking a lot. But I don't care. I love Stephen and he's worth it in my eyes. I look at him and smile. He smiles back, then suddenly leaps from the roof. He launches himself to the top of another building, three hundred feet away. Wow. Look at that agility. I leap after him. We chase each other across the city, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. It's a fun game we like to play. I run and run. Until dawn threatens. I must return to my loft in Manhattan. Stephen will return to his apartment. We never meet in daylight, except for business. I blink back tears as I watch him leave. The next time we meet, I will be the Regent, that cold businesswoman who runs the House of Blight in the name of its legendary Founder. And he will be the taciturn, lethally effective yet ever-silent Enforcer. You see, we're always together but eternally apart. Until night comes. That's when the fun begins. As I head into my office, my assistant Natalie informs me of some dire news. It seems that Theresa, a vampire who left the House of Blight and went rogue has been spotted in Massachusetts. Theresa is bad news. Think of a gorgeous heifer who thinks she's all that and lives forever. Oh, and give her an ego the size of Montana and the kind of vampire powers that even ancients like myself would envy. Then let her loose in the world. Theresa was once my apprentice. I wanted her to succeed me as Regent someday. If and when the time came. She couldn't wait and instead went after me. She led an uprising of vampires against the Founder and myself. We put down the uprising and killed the rebels. Theresa escaped. I know she will be back, after she's built herself a new army. Her being in Massachusetts unsupervised means that she's transforming humans left and right into members of the undead. I was quite worried, as you can imagine. My worries multiplied when Natalie showed me a video. A vampire in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, had made this video. A video of a young black vampire attacking a trio of werewolves by himself. This vampire was a newly turned human named Raphael Hughes, a student at Heracles Tech, a college in the area. I looked at the video. This young man was displaying vampire powers that rivaled my own. Werewolves are savage creatures, except for my Stephen, of course. They're virtually unstoppable. Yet this fledgling vampire had dispatched three of them! He took down an Alpha Female and her mate! What level of power was I dealing with here? What the hell was going on? I summoned the Enforcer. He came into my office. There he was, my Stephen. All businesslike. I showed him the tape. He watched it without emotion. Then, I told him that we were heading to Massachusetts by private jet. We were going to find Theresa and most importantly, Raphael Hughes, the black college man turned vampire. I would get to the bottom of this, and eradicate any threat to the House of Blight. So must it be. Good To Be Undead The remainder of the night, I was on Cloud Nine. I felt like I could do anything. Of course, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. There was a war being waged right beneath humankind's notice by two ancient species. The race of the werewolves was at war with the vampire species. They had been at it for thousands of years. I didn't ask to become a part of it. I didn't ask to become a vampire. Yet I was one of the undead, and the werewolves had invaded the town I called home. I would see each and every single one of them dead until they wise up and leave or die. I returned to my dormitory. Justin Theroux and Lee were just coming home after a night of clubbing with their respective girlfriends. I was lying in my bed, a bottle of Hennessy nearby. According to the Student Code Rules, we're not supposed to get drunk on school property. However, being a vampire, I was immune to intoxication. Alcohol couldn't get me inebriated anymore than water could. My system was simply not human anymore. I responded to a different kind of stimulant. I found myself thrilled and kind of aroused when I recalled my battle against the werewolf trio, especially the fearsome female werewolf. I looked forward to seeing them again. All three of them. Nothing could stand in my way. I was a god among men.