1 comments/ 11377 views/ 2 favorites Vamp By: sweetkd The night was dark. The air so still it felt like a heavy robe wrapped around my skin. Everything was motionless as I continued my walk down the cobbled road. There were no lights to illuminate my way, nothing but the full moon to cast its eerie glow. I could hear my breathing and feel my heart beating in my chest. I had walked this path many times, but tonight there was something in that stillness that made me uneasy. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a movement, I turned my head to glance that way, but there was nothing there...not even a shadow. My footsteps quickened a little. I wanted to be home and behind locked doors. At the end of the road there was a small gathering of trees that stood between me and my destination. Taking a deep breath, I took my first step in. Hearing the crunch beneath my foot steps as they crushed the dead leaves sounded loud like thunder on this quiet night. Movement again! This time, I catch just a glimpse...a woman I think. I turned and started walking in that direction. Then I feel her. I can sense that she is behind me...starring. I stand still. Not sure if I should turn and face her or run. I feel warm breath on my neck and my hair stands on end. I turned to face her. Her Violet eyes were piercing and almost seemed to glow against her pale skin and long jet black hair. Her full lips were succulent red and moist. I almost leaned in for a kiss before looking back up to her eyes...those mesmerizing eyes... a small smile played in them...almost daring me. I took a few steps back. I could take her all in now. Her breasts were full and creamy the fullness pushing out of her tight black bodice. Her waist was trim and narrow, and then came the curve of her hips. She walked forward, those hips swaying...slowly she continued; those piercing eyes never leaving mine. I could smell the sweetness of her as she neared. She reached up and ran her hand through my long red hair and down my cheek. I held my breath not knowing what to expect. Her touch was so cold, but I couldn't pull away. Her eyes so dark, but I couldn't quit staring at them. Those misty orbs held me captive. Her hand went back up to the back of my head and pulled me closer. I could feel her breath on my lips and wanted to taste. She smiled and put her lips to my cheek, then to my chin then to the side of my throat before looking up at me and finally giving me a taste of her. Her tongue darted in and out of my parted lips, at first playful then becoming more insistent. I could feel myself warming under her kiss. I felt my hands come to rest on the laces on her bodice. As soon as I pulled the laces, her breasts spilled out of the top of her clothing. I let my hands slide up her curves until they reached her creamy flesh. I let my thumbs brush against her nipples and could feel them tighten. She stopped me there and with the flick of her wrist ripped my top from my body. I leaned my head back letting my hair spill down my bare back. My neck was long and lovely and she placed little kisses there until she reached my ample chest. I let her tongue nibble and play with my pink nipples until I could hear myself panting. My hands slid behind her back and down her buttocks to finish removing her dress. The only thing she was left wearing was her black high heels. Placing her hands against my chest, she pushed me back. Stumbling I fell to the ground. She again started to walk towards me. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, but those eyes held me where I was. I couldn't move. I could hardly breathe. The air was mixed with arousal and fear. I lay there with out a shirt, feeling bare and exposed, yet totally entranced. I couldn't move a muscle. She smiled an eerie smile and she knelt in front of me and pulled up the bottom of my skirt to my hips. The garter and stocking left nothing hid from her view. She moved my legs wide open and just gazed down at my freshly shaved spot. I could feel a little juice escape me as she traced her nails down my inner thigh placing a finger on my hot flesh. I felt humiliated as she continued her exploration of my womanhood. At the same time, I could feel myself wanting more of her touch. She removed her hand and leaned forward letting her ice cold lips touch my warm flesh. I let out a gasp and the contrast in sensations. Her lips were full and soft and felt like pillows on my delicate skin. Her tongue seemed to know my soft spot very well. Almost as if she had been there before. I couldn't help myself as my hips rose to meet her mouth. I blushed at the thought of her knowing I was enjoying myself. She drew her lips back and blew lightly across my swollen wet womanhood. My back arched up to her, wanting to feel her against my skin. I could hear her laughing into the night. It was cold and hollow. She ran her finger through the folds of my sensitive skin, spreading my lips lightly. With her eyes never leaving mine she placed her cold mouth back on my hot mound, her wet tongue swirling around my button, while her finger continued to tease my opening. I closed my eyes losing myself in the sensations she was creating. I could feel my hips reaching up to her, wanting her mouth to consume me. I felt her slip her finger inside, teasing me, playing with me, making my body respond to her command. I heard a small moan escape my lips and my breathing quickened. I could feel tiny waves starting in the pit of my belly and spreading downward to where my juices were flowing. Not one drip escaped her hungry tongue. I could feel the waves of pleasure run through my body making me quiver. I felt her cold lips and hot breath start a trail of kisses up my belly and to my exposed breasts. I could feel her hot breath against my taunt nipples and she used the tip of her tongue to circle the swollen nubs. I could smell the sweetness of her breath as her lips trailed to my collar bone and then to the vein in my neck. I froze, afraid of what she might do, but she just continued to plant tiny kisses along the side of my throat. I could feel her bare breasts rub against my skin. She was so cold, so soft. I reached my hands up her sides before the came to rest on her full breasts. I loved feeling the fullness of them in my small hands. I felt her take a sharp breath as my thumbs rubbed across her nipples making them hard. She was naked and beautiful. I lightly pinched her tight nipples between my thumb and finger as I felt goose bumps spread across her skin. Her lips reached mine as she bent in for a deep kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue. I continued rubbing her nipples with my thumbs, just lightly grazing their peaks and kneading her soft flesh with my hands. Her kiss was becoming more hungry with each touch. I let one hand slide down over her firm stomach to the soft patch of hair that was already damp. I didn't go lower, just let my fingers linger in her curly patch. I felt her body pressing against mine as she her face from me and looked at me with those cold dark eyes. I froze and she smiled. Always in control she was, and she knew it. My fingers continued to comb through her soft hair below, never quite reaching her spot of desire. Her hips began to grind in search of my hand. I let one finger trail below into her smooth wetness. I heard a small gasp escape her lips as my finger slid through her lips. She was wet and slippery making it easy for my finger to easily glide over her softness. I continued to tease her nub with one finger, just gently tracing and sliding through her soft folds. I could feel her hips reach in search of more. I slowly let one finger slide inside, just the tip before pulling it back out and sliding it back to her hot button. Her body was tense as her eyes stayed locked with mine, I could see the intense desire burning in those violet pools of darkness. Her breasts were pressed against mine, her nipples taunt, waiting to be kissed. I let my mouth wander to the first peak, the tip of my tongue circling before taking her breast in my mouth. Cupping her breast with my free hand, I continued to lick, suck and nibble on the firm pink bud while my other hand continued to stroke her soft wet petals below. Her head dropped to my shoulder, her breathing becoming more ragged. Her hips began to thrust into my hand. I moved my hand in little circles against her button, matching the rhythm of her dancing hips. I could feel my own wetness starting again between my thighs as I watched pure lust and desire raging in her eyes. I could feel her hot breath as her mouth began to again kiss my face and the side of my neck. Her hands began to knead the creamy flesh of my breasts. I could feel my own desire building as I watched her beautiful body climb the ascent of her orgasm. I could feel her juices flowing on my hand as I continued to stroke her softly with my fingers. I felt her body let go as she collapsed against me, her soft flesh melting into mine, her breathing ragged. I could feel twigs and leaves pressing into my back as her body pressed against me. The air around us was still and stagnant and not a sound was to be heard. I was becoming alarmingly aware that we were deep in the trees and no one would know I was there. My body started to tremble from my fear and the cold. She laughed as she read the fright on my face. Her cold hands left my breast as she began to trace my lips with her finger. I closed my eyes as her soft touch again began to warm me. She traced her finger down my cheek and down my neck then to my collar bone. Her hands ran down the length of my arm to my hands then to my hips and back up my sides. Her cold skin left a tingling sensation in their path. Back to my breasts she placed a cold hand on each side before reaching down and taking one erect nipple into her mouth. I could hardly believe I was here in the woods with this lovely, terrifying creature. I felt both anticipation and fear for what was still yet to come, but for now I closed my eyes and lost myself in her touch. Vamp She felt good. Strong, in control, with the constant urge of her hunger to keep her on edge. She looked good. Her costume, her body, her presence were the bait for the trap that she was. The trap had never failed. Soon it would spring again. She searched for a man. A certain kind of man - a man who would fall beneath the spell of her imperious will, who would follow without question or hesitation to the ecstasy she promised. That the path would be dangerous would not stop such a man. The man she wanted would be captivated, rendered without will by the strength of her hunger. He waited for her appearance in the night, never suspecting what he was awaiting, only knowing it would come. She had dressed with her usual care for the evening, her stockings hugging the long, sensuous legs with their full hips. Her garters were unadorned black, and she disdained other under- wear. Her blouse was black silk, endlessly caressing her imper- tinently erect nipples. The skirt and jacket, both short and tight, were of thin, supple, black leather. Her only concession to color was the blood-red scarf around her throat. She was a beast of prey, and the night was her hunting ground. Her entrance into the bars and nightclubs of the city was always dramatic, though no one could say precisely why. She dominated any room she was in, but remained aloof from most who tried to speak with her. One man would be favored - for no apparent reason - and they would leave together. Soon, the evening's victim would be found. Frank Jones was a loser. He hadn't started out that way, but life and his temper had brought him to this state. He had run away from the orphanage at thirteen, and survived on his wits until now. He liked to fight, he liked to drink, and he had been in and out of jail more times than he could remember. He had been living with a cocktail waitress until he had come home a little too drunk and knocked her through the bedroom wall for some unremembered reason. He was at his favorite bar, drinking his whiskey, unknowingly awaiting his date with destiny. Frank suddenly realized that the bar had grown quiet. He looked up to see a timeless vision of sensuality gazing at him from the door. There was something dangerous about her, something that shouted in his alcohol-fogged brain, vainly trying to get his attention. He only knew that this was the most interesting woman he had ever seen, and his desire to know her increased even as his penis thickened in his pants. His drink forgotten on the bar, Frank Jones rose to meet his fate. From the moment they left the bar, he never had a chance. The aphrodisiac of her scent (he thought it was perfume) kept his body and mind lustfully occupied. The small liberties she permitted as she drove them to her house were enough to keep him focussed on her, and not the route. As she pulled into a garage, he realized he had no idea where they were. The closing overhead door gave him no clues. His earlier apprehensions began to return, but before he could do more than get out of the car his last opportunity to escape was lost. Out of the public eye, she no longer needed to maintain her masquerade of humanity. With the strength granted by her trans- formation, she twisted Frank's arms behind his back and propelled him toward the stairs at the side of the garage. She was already beginning to take her sustenance, feeding on his growing fear. He was a strong man, and would last a long time. Frank's fear grew worse as he realized he was being taken into a specially prepared cellar, with massive soundproof walls, no windows, and many conveniently placed iron rings set into the floor, walls, and ceiling. He experienced a flare of hope when he was released, shoved rudely into the middle of the room. As he got to his feet, she closed and locked the door. Raging against his treatment, Frank lashed out at her face. His fist was caught and held in her left hand only inches from her eye, while her right snaked out and ripped his shirt from collar to waist. He tried a kick to her stomach, only to lose his boot. She circled his flailing body, stripping his clothes from him until he panted, naked and glaring, in front of her. His anger and fear amused her, arousing her excitement as they fed her need. She licked her lips, considering how best to continue. Fast as a striking snake, her hand lashed out and captured his balls. He screamed in agony as she increased the pressure, turning his knees to water and eliminating his will to resist. Holding him firmly, she led him to the center of the room and forced him to lock leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. With an occasional squeeze to enforce her mastery, she instructed him to attach the conveniently placed ropes to the ankle cuffs. The short length of the ropes forced him to spread his legs widely, rendering him even more vulnerable to her whim. Pulling additional ropes down from the ceiling, she completed his capture and soon had him stretched, spread-eagle and helpless. Her mood then turned playful. She had secured her meal, and there were hours of darkness left. She would amuse herself awhile before dining. Stepping close to her victim, she ran her fingertips lightly over his chest, pulling lightly at his hairi- ness. Taking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed and rolled it about with increasing pressure, noting its erection with pleasure. Frank moaned in his bonds, unable to do anything but react to her manipulations. Stepping back, she began running her fingers up and down the opening of her jacket, gradually forcing it wider until it framed her breasts. Her nipples were violently erect, straining against the silken shroud of her blouse. Frank was hypnotically enthralled as she discarded the jacket with a twist and a shrug. Her hands continued to torment him as they followed each curve of her body, tracing her small waist and flat stomach, caressing the lower curves of her breasts, and finally covering the straining nipples with a near-savage squeeze. Under those long fingers, the buttons of her blouse yielded one by one until only the tucked-in tails held it together. The scent he had noticed earlier was back, with a stronger, muskier component. Without his awareness he had responded, until his erection threatened to burst through its own skin. He was massively aroused, more so than he had ever been before, his penis standing rigidly upright with his scrotum drawn tightly to its base. He was more than a little uncomfortable, unable to touch or otherwise relieve the growing pressure in his groin. Laughing at his condition, she continued her tease. The blouse fluttered to the floor, followed by the skirt, leaving her clad in only her scarf, garter belt, stockings, and heels. removing the scarf from her neck, she swayed toward his helpless body, and again began to tease and tickle him. This time she relentlessly brushed her protruding nipples across his chest as her hands glided lightly over his chest, back, and ass. She allowed the scarf to waft lightly over his cock and balls, the whispering touch more maddening than pain. She then wrapped the scarf around the base of his penis, behind the scrotum, and tied it tightly. His cock lurched in its captivity, trying to expand even more as his blood found its return to his body cut off. He was nearly ready - soon she would feed. She turned away from his helpless eagerness for a moment, moving to a small shelf on the wall. There she picked up the final implement of his doom and began to lubricate it. Although it looked like a large butt plug, it was designed to vibrate at a frequency that would mercilessly stimulate the prostrate and prolong ejaculation. She made no attempt to hide her activity from Frank, relishing his growing horror at the thought of receiving such a device. Taking the lubricant with her, she returned to her prisoner, lightly trailing her fingertips along his hip as she walked behind him. Tied as he was, his only defense was the hysterical tightening of his buttocks. Although she could have easily overcome his poor attempts, she decided it would be more amusing to force his cooperation. Returning to the wall, she took up a thick leather strap and returned. Standing to the side and slightly to the rear of her target, she swung her first full-armed blow at his cheeks. She continued to slam the strap into his resilient ass until his leaps lost energy and his body hung loose in the ropes. She then found it a simple matter to generously lubricate his asshole and insert the plug. Its shape and the thin straps attached to the base were enough to insure it would not be expelled. The tight scarf had kept Frank erect through his beating, so he was ready for her further attention as she came around in front of him. The sight of his readiness and the heady proximity of hot blood had aroused her to a fever pitch. Dropping to her knees, she took him deeply into her mouth, forcing his erection deep into her throat until his balls were bumping her chin. The thin, needle-like cilia that lined her throat pierced his rampant cock and began to extract the elixir of her life, even as the contractions of her throat and the vibrations of his anal intruder forced him toward his climax. Her body spasmed and shuddered in what, in her previous life, would have been a glorious orgasm as she felt his body buck and heave. Whipping the scarf from around his organs, she pressed her fist into the bottom of his crotch, further stimulating his devastating release as she gorged on his fluids. His heart slammed frantically against his ribs as his excitement soared and his blood pressure dropped, until he finally hung limp in his bonds, his waxy body beginning to cool as she reluctantly released his diminished cock. It had been very good, and she was tired. Later, she would dispose of the body and clean the room for its next "guest". She stretched gloriously as she moved languidly toward the door and her rest. When the sun faded again she would rouse, but for now... She felt good. Vamp Girls have needs too, right? I know that I do. Sometimes what I need is down and dirty, no holds barred, roll-in-the-hay sex. Every so often something goes awry in my brain and I can't concentrate on anything until I satisfy my urges. Ninety-five percent of the time I'm a good girl. Five percent of the time I'm something else. Last night the need arose and I followed its siren call. I followed it down the block to a basketball court/playground where I knew I'd find some willing victims. Men are so easy. A little leg, a touch of cleavage, a peek of pink pussy under a short skirt and they're willing to do anything for you, go anywhere with you. I walked along the chain link fence that bordered the basketball court, looking at lithe bodies of chocolate, vanilla and caramel as though they were something I was planning to buy. A likely looking subject approached where I stood, focused on a water bottle on a nearby bench. "Hey." I said, getting his attention. Distracted by his game, he just nodded at first, then did a double take and turned his attention to me again. In that moment, I knew he was mine. Despite teasing from the men he'd been playing with, he stayed to talk to me. What we talked about I really can't say. Stupid little icebreaking inconsequentials I assume. I made it clear what I wanted and he made it clear that he wanted it too. His buddies laughed at him as he left the court but he waved them off. The park had a restroom at the far end, up against a thick stand of trees and away from most of the lights. Behind the restroom it was nice and dark. A good place for what I had in mind. I had chosen my victim well. He was already primed and ready. I gave him a gloating, catlike smile and pushed him back against the wall, fondling the bulge in his shorts. My pussy throbbed with need but I wanted to play first. I let him put his hands up my skirt while I put mine down his pants, fishing around until I found something worth grabbing onto. It felt pleasingly hard. I knew it would feel very good inside me and my pussy oozed moisture in agreement. He wanted to fuck me right then and there but I pushed him against the wall again, enjoying the power of anticipation. His irritation gave way to contentment as I knelt before him and began tugging his shorts down. "Nice," I purred in genuine appreciation of the erection in front of my face. "Suck it, baby," he whispered. I moaned as I took him into my mouth. I love sucking dick, especially when it belongs to a man whose name I don't know. I become drunk on the scent and taste of raw maleness and it arouses me, makes me thirsty for more. I sucked him eagerly, enjoying the silky sensation of his skin sliding past my lips. He tasted musky and male and I enjoyed the power I held over him as he gasped for air, watching me with wide eyes that suggested he was wondering how on earth his evening had taken this particular turn. While I pleasured him, I pleasured myself too, pulling up my short skirt to play with my pussy. I found it wet and hungry for attention. When I could tell that he was perilously close to climax, I stopped, looking up at him with a wicked smile. The irritated expression returned to his face until I lewdly commanded, "Fuck me." It's so easy to get what I want. I never even have to look very far. I leaned forward against the wall, bending over to give him access to my swollen pussy. He didn't need telling twice and he eagerly slid into me, pounding away like a maniac, which was exactly the sort of attention that I craved. "Harder..." I moaned, desperate for release. He held me firmly by the hips and slammed into me deep and fast, using his dick like it was a battering ram. I arched my back like a cat in heat, pleased with his performance. In the distance I could hear the sound of his friends playing on the basketball court and the risk of doing this in public was part of the fun for me. Perhaps it was for him too. He slapped my rear end, making me focus. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Dirty, sleazy sex. The dirtier, the better. "More..." I gasped, straining against him. He continued to fuck me with admirable energy, filling my hungry little pussy the way it needed to be filled. It burned with the friction of his rapid thrusts and I came violently, my nails digging into the crevices of the restroom wall. "I'm gonna cum..." he groaned as my pussy convulsed around his dick. "In my mouth --- let me taste it." I gasped. He withdrew and I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth again. I felt his cock swell perceptibly and then a warm burst of fluid in my mouth. "Oh my God," he panted when he was through, slumping against the bathroom wall. I coolly adjusted my clothing, the catlike smile in place again. There was one more thing I needed from him before I would be ready to go. I kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue. My lips moved over his jaw and down his throat. I could feel his pulse beating and sensed warm, life giving blood just beneath. As drunk on sex as he was at the time, I don't think he even felt it when my teeth cut through the fragile membrane of his skin and I began to feed... Vamp! Tonight was Halloween and she had been preparing for this night for a long time. Her new found lover had given her so much pleasure in the bedroom, that she wanted to do something special for him tonight. He loved to lick and suck on her nipples while at the same time inserting his finger into her warm, wet pussy! She loved how his cock would get so hard that it seemed to almost burst out of his jeans whenever he started to kiss her. He was such a great kisser. Ever so softly at first, he would kiss her, then more demanding, his breathing becoming labored as his excitement increased. It was such a turn on for her. They were to attend a party and she had picked out an outrageous costume. He had a fascination with female vampires, especially Elvira; that sexy, sultry Vamp from late night movies. She had found a long black strapless gown that accentuated her large soft breasts, almost pushing them out from the confines of her bra. The dress was slit up both sides of her thighs so that when she moved, her full leg would be exposed from ankle to thigh. The dress hugged her voluptuous figure and she knew that once she put on the black wig and red lipstick he would lust for her all night until he could rip the clothing off her and fuck her until they were both satiated. The black stockings and high heels finished the outfit. She turned around in front of the mirror and approved of her reflection. She was a definite Vamp! When she walked into the ballroom, all eyes were on her. She knew she was stunning and wanted to find her lover to see his reaction. Only moments later he was at her side, pulling her close and ravishing her lips with a long sensual kiss that nearly took her breath away. He then took Vamp's hand and pulled her into a darkly lit corner of the hallway, whispering that he was so horny for his little Vamp and he could fuck her right now! She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his Devil's costume and replied "why not?" Grinning, he grabbed her hand and together they slipped out onto the patio and into the garden. The night was cool, but the heat between their bodies was enough to keep them warm for awhile. They hurried into the garden and onto the gazebo. His hands were already caressing her ass through the silky black material. Cupping her breast, he massaged them while rubbing his cock up against her thigh. He told her that he was going to fuck his Vamp right there and demanded she bend over, spreading her legs so that he could feel if she was wet enough for him. He pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts to his warm touch, then bent her over the bench and pulled up her dress. To his delight she was not wearing any panties and he placed his tongue on her clit to taste her wetness. Oh, she was wet alright and so hot for him, shoving her pussy into his face. He loved her warmth and her wetness and decided that he wanted to fuck her now. Pulling down his pants, he placed his cock just outside the entrance to her pussy and teased her for moment as she moaned and begged him to fuck her. He gave her ass a slap and rammed his cock home, to the hilt. She gasped and accepted it, pushing back onto his cock to fully envelope it in her hot wet cunt. Grabbing her tits with both hands, he started to fuck her hard, back and forth, back and forth,and then more slowly. He could feel her every move and the tightness of her wet pussy. She loved it and begged him to slap her ass again. He did requested, but this time he pulled his cock out. To her complete surprise, he slid a finger into her anus. This made her gasp again, but she loved it. He'd done this before and he knew just how to make her into his hot little trampy Vamp! She was ready. He knew from the way she was breathing and the fact she'd begged him to fuck her harder and harder. He slammed his cock into her pussy again, and this time he would not stop. She moaned and begged for release. Sliding his hand around her hips, he found her clit and rubbed it as he fucked her pussy and suddenly she screamed out his name and came all over his fingers. He then focused on his own orgasm, thrusting into her pussy again and again, feeling his orgasm build in his balls. He suddenly squeezed her tits and came with such force that he almost pushed her into the bench. "That was fucking awesome," he told her. Using her best Elvira impression replied "Happy Halloween." Vamp Cleopatra Death comes as an ice pick piercing through ones heart. The first wave of a biting chill bludgeons warmth from the body. For others like me the cold that follows could freeze the depths of hell, and rigidify the sultry firmaments. This insufferable temperature occurs from the loss of the soul and it spreads through the mind hungering for a consolation. I called for the asp as Antony and I awaited the arrival in silence. He quivered uncontrollably at the thought of suicide, yet I remained calm and unmoved. Antony jerked as the doors to the chamber opened. For the first time I shivered as a chilling gust of freezing air washed through the desert heat that engulfed the palace. I watched as a man with the snake almost glided through the chamber, and locked the dark depths of his eyes with my own. He held the deadly snake in his bare hands as he bowed down before me, unceremoniously fixing his fierce gaze at me. Antony neglected to notice the man and stared through me contemplating his death. He hesitated for a long period of time and only then did he say it was time. The dark, chilling man averted his gaze from me to look towards Antony and with out a word raised the snakes fangs to Antony's wrist. Antony turned to say goodbye to me as the man unleashed the snake and I watched as my lover slowly died shaking and terrified. My eyes shot up to the man as Antony took his last breath and became limp on the floor. "Are you afraid to die?" The man asked me in a low bruiting voice. His voice made me alarmed and I became afraid to speak. "I am a god, and I shall live for eternity. I am Isis. Death is but a mere sleep before I awake as a god amongst the gods." The man began to stand in front of me and I saw him now as something of evil. He was tall and pale. He resembled the Romans more than my people. He was muscular as if he were a slave yet as refined as a king. His dark features and teeth reminded me more of the snake he was holding than a human. "You are not a god, you are nothing but a mortal queen, you will die and rot as all men do," he said as he held the snake to his face and then let it drop to the floor. My heart lurched as it slithered towards me yet my body remained calm. "I am a god," he said slowly in a low, calm yet thundering voice. I froze as the snake came to a stop in front of me and lifted its long body as if to bite me. Suddenly it slithered away as the man began to walk towards me. "I like to know the names of men before I have them killed." I said unmoved "Lamian, but you will not kill me, you could not kill me," he said moving unbearably close to me that I was forced to lean backwards against the marble steps. He was handsome in a erotic masculine way, and it made my heart beat faster. He looked deeply into my eyes and his eyes devoured my body with a hunger that I hadn't ever seen in any man. Without a word he reached his hand out and grabbed my neck, not with force yet he delicately squeezed it. My chest began heaving as he slowly moved his hands down my neck and my chest. As he slowly rotated his hand to cup my large unrestrained breast, my consciousness was revived and I bolted toward the royal bed. I looked down to see the man's devious smile next to Antony's limp body. Lamian slowly walked toward me with such force and desire. I used the bed as support as I stood proud and strong, while inside I quivered and became even more frightened. I stiffened my neck and held my head high as his face was mere inches from mine. My breathing became heavier and my breast heaved as he grabbed the back of my neck. And when he violently kissed me I kissed him back, my tongue's intensity matching his. His hand left the back of my neck and slithered down to the low cut of my dress. My back arched at his touch and I slowly slid down until my head touched the bed. With such a determined force he ripped my sheer linen gown with ease. His hand slid back to my breast kneading it forcefully. I could feel is hardness on my thighs as he bit my lip and started to grind his cock in-between my legs. As he slowly slid his hand down my body, I felt myself become wet as my body betrayed me. When Lamian's hand reached my pussy I was soaked and I he lifted his head so I could see his look of victory. He began to rub my clit and I heard myself moan against my will. This lasted for quite some time before he roughly slammed his fingers into me. I arched my back and let out a low long whorish moan. It was only then that he began to remove his clothing. Although I knew myself to be a Goddess I was in his mercy and his control when I saw his naked body and his hard cock in front of me. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you how bad you want this cock in you. Show me what a whore you are my queen." He finally said to me. This man was nothing to me yet I found myself yearning for him, with an unquenchable desire. "Please. . . Please give me that cock. Fuck me. Oh by the gods fuck me! I beg you fuck me hard you bastard. I screamed and he rubbed his cock against my clit. He gave me and evil grin as he slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. He fucked me for what seemed like hours, grabbing my tits and lightly biting by nipples. Finally he grabbed my hair and pulled hard making me arch my back as far as I could and he whispered violently in my ear, "Cum for me my slut." At that my body began to tense and my pussy tightened around his cock as I began to cum. At that same moment I felt him do the same, and as he pushed farther and farther into my pussy he grabbed my head and twisted it to the side. As I came I felt his teeth sink into my neck yet it did not hurt. As he began sucking the life out of my body my orgasm was prolonged and my pussy twitched repeatedly around his cock. The last image I saw as a mortal was Lamian lifting his head from my neck, bloody dripping from his mouth, and his eyes afire, before he cut into his own wrist to let me drink his immortal blood. It was from then on that I knew myself to be vampire. Some say that the snake bit my neck and I died with my lover Antony. Some say Caesar had me poisoned, yet none of these are correct. I watched my children grow old and die. I protected their children until they grew old and died, and so on. Some believe the vampire to kill because they must. They believe the vampire must kill to survive, but this is not true. Lamian and I could live for years without feeding. We chose to kill villages and cities full of people. Blood is comparable to a drug for us it fills us with the warmth that we so long for. Today we are the oldest vampires known on earth. Life is a mere sustenance created for our pleasure. Vamp for the Living Dead Girl WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the celebrities, people, places, conventions, events etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Featuring: Ashley Costello (singer, New Year's Day) Vamp for the Living Dead Girl A celebrity erotic story By DaxG2001 Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, anal. * * * "Fucking shitty party..." Ashley Costello mumbled to herself. The leader singer of Hard Rock, Alt-Metal band New Years Day had somehow found herself dragged to some Halloween 2015 party held by some friend, or relative or a record executive or a tour sponsor or something. She was both so mind numbingly bored by the awful to her music being played, and personally disgusted by the more slutty or cheap than accurate monster "costumes" worn by most at this party that she had forgotten why she'd agreed to be here in the first place. "I must have lost a fucking bet..." She sighed, thinking that she was about ready to smash her glass over some asshole's head if another drunken "Bro" tried to hit on her. Again. The one advantage she had here was that no one seemed to know her identity or career as the "Living Dead Girl" singer of the "Hauntedmansioncore" act. Clad in what she would consider just normal clothing for herself of a black, leather-like jacket with studs on the shoulders, a black tight-fitting top underneath and a short black skirt with leggings and spiked shoes, topped off by her signature dual-coloured hair of halves with black on one side and red on the other. She fit in at least along with her simple matching black bag over her shoulder, but she was getting more and more pissed off with each passing "guess" of her coming as a "Goth chick". The urge to strike was certainly rising. Just as she was considering the best way to bail out from this all, her gaze fell across the room to the first actual costume she'd seen that had some effort put into it. No, in fact, a damn lot of it to her smoking, narrowed eyes. The long coat, the bat-shaped buckles on the belt and securing the cape, and cufflinks on the sleeves? The slicked back black hair and the hint of fangs when the handsome, and nicely built looking man spoke, currently dismissing a rather trashy looking "Maid" offering a half-bottle of booze. This was a fine looking Dracula indeed. In fact, he might be the pick up she needs... Catching his gaze as the "Maid" stumbled off, she smirked a motioned towards a side corridor away from the main crowd. After a second to check her out and register the motion, he smirked back and gave a nod in response, causing her to smirk just a little more as it seemed clear he was enjoying proceedings as much as she was. All the better for her then... After dodging more drunks and bad costumes, she eventually arrived at the corridor that still was as noisy as the party from the sounds of people and music still playing but found the awaiting "vampire" with a rather inviting looking smirk on his face. "Quite the awful gathering, is it not?" He spoke in a truly practiced "Dracula"-like voice, enough to make her smirk again as she shivered with internal excitement. Like this guy was reading his mind. "Indeed it is my Dark Lord..." Ashley replied, licking her lips a little as she showed her eagerness. "But perhaps we can have a... Gathering, of our own..." She boldly said, seeing the nearby door and pushing it open, barely checking to see if it was unoccupied - which it was - before she reached over, taking him by the arm and hauling him inside and closing the door behind her. "My my... This evening is certainly improving..." The lucky hunk grins back seeing from the lusty look in her eyes what she's after as she set her bag down before she slips down to her knees in front of him. "May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of... Ahhhhh..." He goes to say, but is cut off when she slides a hand up his crotch to give him a squeeze. "It's Ashley..." Costello smirks up at him, unfazed by him not knowing who she is as her hands are now reaching to quickly undo his belt. "But I already know your name, Count Dracula... Your reputation proceeds you..." She says, playing up his outfit like they're acting out some roleplay fantasy. "Indeed... That it is..." He responds with a nod, keeping up the "vampire" voice as he quickly takes the hint, seeing what she quickly wants. Hauling down not just his pants but his boxer shorts as well, her eyes widen in surprise and soon a dark, wide grin forms on her gorgeous face as she spies that he's packing quite a piece of thick and lengthy looking cock. "That it fucking is!" She says with approval, reaching to grip that cock and start to stroke him off. "A big fucking reputation..." She adds as she starts to pump him and get his dick stiff. "Hope you don't mind my Count... But instead of taking a bite out of my neck, how about you let me take a taste of you?" She offers with a seductively raised eyebrow. "Ahhhh... I believe I can allow that..." A toothy, "fang" showing smile shows that "Dracula" likes the sounds of that, not caring that she hasn't even asked for his actual name yet. "As long as you don't sink your fangs into me..." "I'll behave... Now let's see if you can keep it up "Drac"..." She teased with a smirk, her words having double meaning but before he can process that thought she's always getting to work on him, sliding her tongue around the head of his hardening cock, stroking away at his rod as she laps at the crown with a couple of quick swirls that shows she wasn't messing around in wanting to get down in dirty. "Now let me get a taste of this "stake" of yours..." The New Years Day singer flashes another devilish grin before she promptly takes his fully stiff dick into her mouth, making them both groan as she pushes her pretty face down onto his cock to take a large amount of his inches inside with just the first push. She doesn't stop there of course, soon drawing back and making sure he feels those dark lips wrapped around his member as she begins to bob her head along his meaty tool. "Mmmmm!! Ahhhhh... Fuck!! Mmmmm Yessss..." The costumed stud cannot be believe his luck as the Hard Rock beauty is slurping on his cock with long, savouring sucks as she takes her time with the task of giving some head, despite her eagerness to get nasty with him, not even bothering to jerk him off now as she uses her mouth to pleasure that thick shaft. "Ahhhhh... Usually I'm... Mmmmm... The one seducing my "meals"... Ahhhh... Not the other way around..." He says in his best, especially considering how hard it is to concentrate with his dick deep in the warm and wet mouth of the rock singer, "Dracula" voice, broken up between the moans she's making him let out as that oral hole slides effortlessly back and forth over his rod. "Mmmmmphhh... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm..." The dual-colour haired stunner gazes up with those smoking hot eyes, a shiver going up her as this twisted roleplay goes on, imagining she's sucking off the real vampire Count and hearing his moans is all the encouragement she needs to keep on servicing him, running her lips back and forth over his size. Showing she knows how to handle a dick with her usually reserved for singing oral hole she pulls back and off from him, licking her lips briefly before spitting down onto that shaft and then plunging right back down with a hunger as she moans herself around that fuck stick. "Mmmmmphhh!! MMMMM... Mmmmm..." Skillfully using a hand to brush loose strands of hair away from her face, she keeps the bobbing motion going smoothly and now steadily, like she's testing the truly right place, right time, and certainly right costume stud as she picks up the pace and in turn his moans are getting that little bit louder in response. "Mmmmmm!! Mmmm... Yes my... My subject... Worship me..." He groans out, encouraging her to keep on delivering this red hot cock sucking, a task she's clearly no stranger to dishing out but seems all too happy to do so, turned on by this no-strings-attached fling with this man she doesn't even know the real name off yet is hungrily working over his cock with loud and long slurps. "Ahhhhh... It's been quite... Ahhhhh... A few centuries since I experienced... MMMMM!! Skill like this..." Wisely continuing to keep up his "character" for her, he flashes his "fangs" with a grin as he gazes down at the self proclaimed "Living Dead Girl", who seems to be showing she knows how to handle a red blooded male with the way she's keeping him moaning with each back and forth motion on his shaft that she delivers. "Mmmmmphhh!! MMMMM... Mmmmm!!" Narrowing her eyes both seductively and with a flash of her trademark sexy darkness, she raises her head up so she's got just the crown of his cock inside her mouth, using her hand to pump away at his cock and working her saliva all over that big tool with a couple of rapid-fire bursts of stokes. "Ahhhhh... Quite delicious, and still nice... No! Still nasty and hard for me..." She says with clear approval, spitting down onto his pole again and using her eager tongue to once again lick around and service the head of his cock, her hand delivering another round of pumps all the way up and down as the red and black haired beauty even moves down to give the underside of his cock a long lick all the way from the balls up to the tip. "You... Mmmmm... You doubt the... Ahhhh... Ability of the Prince of Darkness?" The response, broken up by groans, came from "Dracula" as he returns the smirk she was casting up at him while jerking him off. "Not at all my "Lord"..." Ashley replied as she releases his cock, getting up to stand and then brush past him, moving up towards the wall. "In fact, let your "servant" present herself for you..." She adds, playing along as well as she reaches back, raising up her skirt to show off her gorgeously rounded ass and already slick looking snatch to him. "You truly are far from innocent..." He notes at the fact she doesn't have underwear on but is far from complaining as he steps forward towards her just as she starts to lean towards the wall, sticking that ass out for him. "Same goes for you... Taking me like this, and not even a fucking rubber on..." Costello grins back, watching her "Dracula" lining his rod up with her entrance. "And I bet... You're going to fuck me like I'm some... Cheap... Dirty... Fucking slut... Aren't you?" She says not just to keep up the roleplay, but as a clear challenge for him to take advantage of this opportunity. "My dear... It's like you're reading my mind..." He chuckles as he pushes forward, making them both moan out in sinful delight as he invades the Hard Rock singer's snatch, feeling how wonderfully tight and indeed wet she is down there, and in return she's getting the sensation of that passage being filled up and made to stretch already just from the first stroke. "Ahhhhhh!! MMMMM... Oh yes... You'll be... Fucked!! Good alright Ashley..." He grunts, drawing back his rod just so he can send it right back into her with a stiff thrust, then another, and soon he was into a rhythm to pump the dark-styled stunner, gripping her hips for that bit of support so her can put force into the motion just as she demanded, causing her already to rock back against the motion on her heels in response, despite the pumping having only just begun. "MMMMM!! Oh yes!! Ahhhhh... FUCK!! Almost... Almost like that... But more!!" She states, as even as she's being made to moan out and look back at him with a devilish smirk as she arches her body out from the wall that's she's up against, her arms crossed so she can freely move and keep working against his pumps, ensuring he's going in deep to stuff her needy slit up as much as he can. "Harder "Drac"... MMMM... Don't fucking hold back on me!! Fucking use me... Mmmmm!! Use me!!" She instructs as the Ahaheim, California native shows how much it's going to take to satisfy her needs, and it seems that getting her snatch fucked from behind while she's still almost fully clothed still isn't enough to fulfill this dirty to say the least sex being played out as this still nameless stud is taking her from behind like they've been an item for years instead of just the actual minutes it's been. "MMMMM... Quite... Quite understood! Ahhhhhh... Let's see... MMMM... How much you can take..." He nods with a smirk of his own, loving how shameless the lead singer of New Years Day is being for his cock, having no problems taking him bareback and especially when he thrusts in firmly, making his cock connect with her shapely ass and making her groan in response as the fucking goes balls deep, and all too easily at that. "Mmmmmm yesssss... Ahhhhhhh... You will... Uhhhhh!! See what experience I have... MMMMM... In dealing with lusty maidens like you..." He's able to speak out in his "Dracula" voice, still dressed up in that Halloween attire himself with just his pants and underwear gone as he pumps the rather similarly dark-dressed stunner bent over in front of him, giving her tight and wet pussy more deep and stiff thrusts, adding that slap of skin meeting skin to mix in the air along with their completely shameless moans. "SHIT!! Yes!! More... Fucking!! AHHHHHH!! OH YES!! Hard!!" She lets out a signature scream as he delivers a hard thrust straight into her needy hole, staring back over her shoulder at the "vampire" who rather than sucking her blood is ravaging her in a different but certainly sinful manner as his fuck stick slides swiftly and with the right amount of force to keep her jolting forward every time he drives into the sexy singer's slick snatch. "UHHHHHH!! Harder!! COME ON FUCKER!! Mmmmmmm... MMMMM... Tear it up!! Make me... AHHHHH... Fucking feel it!!" She demands, gritting her teeth as she tosses that sexy red and black hair back, reaching under her jacket with a hand so she can squeeze her own tits through her clothing, making her groan again as even with this kind to pumping that's filling up her pussy with every thick inch of his rod, it still isn't quite enough for the darkly beautiful front-woman. "AHHHHH... Mmmmm!! Have... Have it your fucking way then..." He hisses, using a hand to reach forward, gripping those long dual coloured locks and then pulling back, forcing her head back and causing her to scream out not in pain, but in dirty delight with a wide, nasty grin on her gorgeous face, still able to look back a bit as he keeps driving his cock in deep and hard into her wet tunnel that's clearly built to be banged in such a rough manner. "Mmmmm!! FUCK!! Seems... Ahhhhhh!! We've found the nail for the coffin..." The lucky but clearly sexually experienced "Dracula" is able to comment in-character even as he focuses on giving the New Years Day star the kind of pounding that she not only deserves to take, but has been demanding from the start as he ass continues to smack back into his crotch each time he slams into that snatch and makes them both moan out. "YES!! MOTHER FUCKER!! Mmmmmmm!! Yes YES YES AHHHHHHH!!" She lets out another wild, spine-shaking scream that thankfully has been blocked out from the rest of the Halloween party just a wall away from the party music, but this current get together is of a far more physical nature as sweat is already starting to form on the forehead of the proud "Living Dead Girl". "UHHHHH!! More... Don't!! Don't you... DARE FUCKING STOP!! MMMMMM!!" Any potentially ruined make-up is currently the least of her worries as she gets off on being fucked from behind by a man she doesn't even know the name off, just lusting for his accurate in her mind costume of the legendary Count Dracula, and even more so now as he takes the reigns, in a literal sense as he keeps a tight hold of her half black, half red hair while banging her. "UHHHHH... I don't plan on it, but I think it's about time... Ahhhhhh... To approach things from a different angle..." He says, giving another deep pump before he lets go of her hair and pulls out of her snatch. "I said... Don't fucking stop!" Ashley snaps with wild, angry eyes for a moment, grabbing him by the jacket and suddenly sending him down onto his back with a thud, not even giving him a chance to recover as she quickly mounts him with both hands on his shirt-covered chest. "Ahhhhhh!! You... Mmmmm!!" He goes to complain but is cut off with a moan as she drops her snatch down and takes his cock up into her, starting to bounce on him in an almost desperate way. "You... You dare defy the Dark Lord like this??" He manages to stay in character as "Dracula" despite her now switching their roles to be in the dominate position, and in more ways than one. "MMMMM FUCK!! I'm... I'm sure you'll... AHHHHH!! Fucking forgive me, you blood sucking... MOTHER FUCKER!!" She moans and screams out with another dark and lusty smile as she runs her nails teasingly down his chest all the way to just above his crotch, and all while she bounces swiftly up and down on his cock to stuff herself full with his cock and in turn make them both moan, and unsurprisingly it works wonders to make the brief tension vanish between them as get right back to the red hot fucking. "UHHHHH!! YESSSSSS... Gonna... UHHHH!! Ride the FUCK!! Out of this fucking cock!!" She vows as hair sways with every upward and down motion she delivers onto his rock hard fuck stick of her "vampire" lover underneath her, her hands now raising up her top up until she nicely sized and rounded tits are shown off, and she can't help but smirk as she seems him grin at the sight, especially as those breasts start bouncing in time with the rest of her Alt-Metal body as she rides him. "AHHHHH!! Shit!! MMMMM... I don't... Ahhhhhh... Doubt that fact at all..." He comments, thinking that this was in a way exactly what he wanted to do - continue the smoking, nasty sex in a brand new position - just not with such a sudden way to get to it. However considering he's getting to be once again deep inside that tight and wet snatch as she works herself over his thickness, he's not going to complain as the horny beauty goes wild once more on his shaft, getting off on fucking "Dracula" like the true "Living Dead Girl" she is. "UHHHHH!! Then do it! Ride... AHHHHH!! Ride me!! Worship my... MMMMM... Worship my fucking cock!!" He now feels confident enough to make the demands from the gorgeous stunner, even though it already feels even better than top notch with the way she's bouncing on his dick like it's second nature to her, showing that this must be far from the first time she's taken cock like this, even when it's from a hunk she's barely met and doesn't even know the real name of. "FUCK!! You... MMMM!! You have no fucking idea!! FUCK!! We're just getting STARTED!!" She yells back in delight as she drops herself down hard into his crotch to once again make that dirty slap of skin meeting skin ring out before she quickly lifts herself up a few inches on his rod so she can repeat the motion and make them both moan out in a totally shameless and very pleasurable way, appearing to put on another show as she spits onto a finger and uses her tongue to wet that digit. "MMMMMM... OH YES!! FUCK!!... FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" As she rides the lucky, costumed hunk, she's reaching back with a hand so she can skillfully spread her ass cheeks apart, now pushing that finger into herself and able to finger-fuck her own ass, in a sense double stuffing herself as she works her tighter rear hole with her own digit and stuffs her pussy full of thick dick at the same time. "MMMMM!! Ahhhhhh FUCK!! Oh yes... MMMMM!! Fucking take it!!" He grunts, loving the feeling of being so deep in such a wet and still tight snatch despite the repeated pounding she's taken and is currently giving herself as the New Years Day singer puts on a better than pornstar performance as she effortlessly takes all of his manhood straight up into herself each time she drops down sharply onto his shaft. "Ahhhhhhh... A woman like you... MMMMM!! Seems to know how to... UHHHHHH!! Raise... The Dead..." He's able to groan out to stay somewhat in character even at this point, sweat clearly showing on the exposed parts of his similarly partially-clothed body as he happy takes this wild and then some ride from the stunning, dual-colour haired beauty mounted on top of him, her tits jiggling in an extra visual treat with every bounce her dark-styled but gorgeous body does on his meaty pole. Vamp for the Living Dead Girl "MMMMM!! Ooooooooooh!! You... AHHHHH!! You have no FUCKING idea!!" She's able to laugh between moans and her loud screams of sinful joy as she keeps on stuffing her own snatch full with all this cock being offered up to her by the costumed hunk, finding herself gasping as she's also fingering her own anal passage at the same time to show how truly down and dirty the Hard Rock beauty can really be. "UHHHHH!!... Thank... Thank FUCK you can fucking handle me!! MMMMM!! OH FUCK!!" She notes the clear sexual skill of the fuck buddy she's managed to pick out from this Halloween party and is showing her thanks for that in kind, keeping on this swift and stiff motion as she raises and lowers herself again and again to leave his cock coated with her juices, that slap of her pussy meeting his crotch ringing out, and of course keeping their moans loud and long as the shameless, no-strings-attached sex carries on. "AHHHHH... If you're so sure... MMMMMM!! Then perhaps it's time I once again... AHHHHH FUCK!!" He grunts out as she delivers another hard bounce down onto his rod. "I took the lead once again..." "MMMMM... Give me one moment... "Drac"..." Costello teases with a smirk, lifting herself up and off from him, dismounting and moving across towards her bag, knowing where to look as she pulls out a small bottle with a clear liquid in it. "We're going to get full on fucking sinning here!" She grins darkly as she pours some of the lube down onto his cock, making groan as she uses her hand to stroke it all over his dick with a round of pumps. "Ahhhhh... All three holes?? Mmmmm..." "Dracula" flashes his "fangs" with a smile of his own as he figures out what she's planning. "Most... Sinful indeed... I approve..." "No fucking shit..." Ashley laughs, pouring lube out onto her fingers before putting the bottle away, and now assuming the position as she gets down onto her elbows and knees, her skirt still raised up to show off her ass and in turn herself as she reaches back and starts to finger her asshole again, now working that lubricant right in for good measure. "Then say no more... My willing beauty..." He smirks as he moves up into position behind her, gripping his length and pushing it firmly into her awaiting hole, groaning as he feels how tight she is and she tenses up at the invasion, but soon both are yet again moaning out in an indeed sinning and shameless way as he begins to thrust his cock into her rounded backside. "FUCK!! Ahhhhh... SHIT... MMMMM!! FUCK!!" He grunts at the intense but pleasurable, thanks in part to the skillful lubing up she'd done on them both prior, grip that's all around his thick rod as he firmly but steadily to begin with fucks the stunning Hard Rock beauty up her gorgeous, tight ass and is making her moan out as she looks back with those smoking hot and now lust-filled eyes at the costumed stud fucking her butt from behind. "UHHHHH!! HARDER!! DE-DEEPER!! MMMMM!! AHHHH... AHHHHHH!!" She screams out in a just as intense way as she does on stage for New Years Day, but with completely different motivation as she craves more of the cock of the "Dark Lord" deep between her rear cheeks, one of her arms stretched out in front of her so she can begin rocking herself back in a rather slutty manner towards his pumps. At the same time her other hand is deep between her legs, the fingers that had been lubing up her asshole moments before now stuffed deep into her already well fucked snatch to ensure she gets the maximum pleasure possible from this ass fucking. "MMMMM!! YEAH!! FUCK!! OH SHIIIIIIIT!! MMMMMMM AHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!!" Her half red, half black haired head tilts back when to her lustful delight he gives her a stiffer pump into her back passage, sending another inch of his man meat into her asshole and in turn making her jolt forward, her exposed tits swaying in time with the motion of the rest of her as sweat starts to drip from that gorgeous, "Living Dead" body. "UHHHH!! Mmmmmm!! MMMMM FUCK!! AHHHHH... Awwwwwww SHIT!!" Having given up now on the act of keeping up the "Dracula" character, he's wisely got his focus on giving her fine, rounded ass the pounding she's demanding from him, and now used to the tightness of that third and final hole of hers that he's gotten to experience he's letting her have it, his thrusts now deep and stiff to keep him moaning as she screams out her approval. "AHHHH!! FUCK!! MMMMM... MMMM!! FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!!" He groans, drops of sweat falling from his nose and chin as the toll of keeping up with intensity she's been demanding of him in this wild and truly Hard Rock-style fucking shows, running almost on a primal autopilot as he keeps staring down at the nicely juicy booty he's slamming into even as he grips those cheeks for an extra bit of support so he can keep on hammering her. "OH FUCK!! YES!! FUCKING... FUCKER!! AAHHHHHHHH!! FUCKING FUCK!!" She screams out, not even caring that if it wasn't for the ongoing Halloween party on the other side of the wall this sinful fucking would be discovered as she stares ahead in a sex-drunk look on her face, just as little concern for the strands of her dual-coloured hair sticking to her face of her make-up running from the sweat as she looks more and more like a dirty slut with every thrust she takes from behind into her ass and with every moan and scream she shamelessly lets out. "UHHHHH!! UHHHHH!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! AHHHHHHH!!" Add in the fact her fingers are feverishly driving in and out of her own wet pussy while she takes this anal pumping only shows not just her love of some anal action, but her filthy nature as a whole as she takes this roleplay fucking from the man she still doesn't know the name off, only caring that he keeps on giving her all of that wonderful feeling cock deep and dark into her still tight and clearly far from virgin asshole over and over again. Without warning, just as she takes another hard and deep thrust of the cock of "Dracula" deep into her backside, Ashley Costello collapses down onto the floor with a long and sharp scream of delight as she cums hard over her own fingers, getting on being fucked up the ass by a man who is still essentially a complete stranger to her despite him having been deep in her mouth, her snatch and now finally her tight asshole over the course of this roleplay banging. The dark grin on her face shows that she's loving it as he's able to keep on giving her another few thrusts in and out of that now even tighter entrance as she feels the powerful orgasm ripping through her "Living Dead Girl" body, aiding her in being able to ride out every moment of a sexual peak she's not likely to forget for a long while. Having managed to hold off from blowing during the sudden vice-like grip she's created as she enjoyed her high, his throbbing cock can take no more as he has to pull out of asshole, seeing her gape for a moment as he grips his dick and begins to stroke himself off. Still recovering from her orgasm, she's unknowingly offering up the perfect target for her "vampire Count" as he lets out a deep groan, sending out thick stings of spunk down onto her rounded ass cheeks, causing her to groan and return to reality as she looks back to watch him blast her backside with his jizz. Licking her lips, she watches with approval as he strokes out every drop of a nicely sizable load down onto the very ass he'd just been banging, leaving both cheeks with a generous glaze of spunk to leave the mark of a job very well done. "Mmmmm... And a nice fucking mess as well..." Ashley smirks, boldly reaching back and simply pulling her skirt downward, covering up those coated cheeks and showing no regard to how ruined her clothing will be as she starts to get up to her feet. "Fuck... That... That was fucking something else..." The lucky costumed hunk says with a chuckle and a grin in his normal voice, taking a moment to catch his breath. "I'll fucking say! I... I still don't know your fucking name!" She admits with a laugh, watching as she steps back into his underwear and pants while pulling down her own top herself. "Say... Feel like getting fuck out of this shit hole party? I think we've hit the highlight anyway..." She adds, liking her lips. "Reading my mind again? I was gonna suggest the same thing..." He responds, finishing looping back his "Dracula" belt and fixing his cape. "No point wasting time at this party, when can have enjoy the after-party instead..." "Good... But one condition... The outfit stays on." Costello says with another lusty, dark smirk as she eyes him up. "...But of course, my darling..." He says back in his "Dracula" voice. "The sin shall continue into the night..." "That it fucking will... That it motherfucking will..." Ashley replies with a laugh as she turns towards the door with her Vamp for the night following close behind. * * * Vamp of the Night **WARNING: This story contains heavy use of Vampirism in terms of biting** **WARNING: This story contains slight male on male action ** This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. ****** In the early evening hours in the city of Philadelphia on November 25, 2006, the WWE Superstars and Divas are arriving at the Holiday Inn located near the Wachovia Center where the annual Survivor Series Pay-Per-View is being held the following night. In the back of the hotel, on the loading dock, the Vampiric Extremist Kevin Thorn, dressed in black pants, a black vest, black button shirt and a black coat, is watching as the hotel's staff wheel a large black coffin from the back of one of the WWE Tractor Trailers. "Leave." Thorn says as the men rolls the coffin it near the doors that lead to the hotel's basement. "What? We gotta get this inside pal.." One of them men say. Thorn glares at him, and the man questioning Thorn swallows hard as he sees Thorn's eyes turn red. "Um we'll come back later. let's go guys!" The man says as he leads the rest of his co-workers away. Thorn then steps towards coffin and slides his hand over its smooth surface before he uses a key to unlock it, "Awaken." Thorn says as the lid of the coffin starts to open. As the lid slides of the black coffin, the Vampiric Vixen known as Ariel, hauntingly rests before her she slowly opens her wicked, demonic eyes. "Hello Master..." Ariel hisses as she slides her slithering tongue against her two, small, upper fanged teeth while her arms are crossed against her large, juicy Vampiric chest. The blood-lusting, hauntingly hot Vixen slowly sits up in the white clothed interior of the coffin, slowly uncrossing her arms from her chest, dressed in a short black skirt and a blood-red, tight fitting halter top. Thorn moves his eyes as he looks at his wickedly hot servant, "How was your rest my pet?" Thorn asks as Ariel stretches her arms up over her head. Ariel narrows her eyes as she arches her back slightly, sticking her large Vampiric tits out. "Mmmm...perfect..." Ariel hisses as she kicks her smooth, sinisterly seductively legs over the edge of the black coffin before easily lifting herself out of her resting place. "Excellent..." Thorn says with a slight smirk, "Tonight you shall feed on those who have taken my opportunities for success..." Thorn says as he motions towards the entrance of the hotel. Ariel presses her wicked lips together and slides her tongue against her lips "I have been waiting to feast, my Master..." Ariel hisses as she slides her sinister hands against her wickedly hot body and her large Vampiric tits. Kevin Thorn licks his fangs slightly, "Before you feast you must serve me... or have your forgotten your place?" Thorn says as he cups Ariel's chin with his right hand. Ariel narrows her eyes, wickedly glaring at Kevin Thorn. "Oh no my Master..." Ariel replies with a hisses as she slides her hands against his powerful upper body to his strong shoulders before she slides his black jacket off. "Good..." Thorn says as he allows Ariel to remove his jacket from his arms. As his Vampiric servant places his jacket on top of her coffin, Ariel then begins to work on the large silver belt buckle of Thorn's belt. Ariel wickedly smirks as she keeps her sinister eyes locked with Kevin Thorn while she undoes his belt and easily slides the belt from around his waist. "Mmmm...my Master..." Ariel hisses as she leans forward and slides her wet tongue against the left side of his neck before she unzips his black slacks and pushes them down from his powerful waist. Kevin Thorn watches as Ariel lowers his black slacks from his powerful waist until his monstrously thick Vampiric cock is unleashed. Thorn's cock is already fully hardened by the time Ariel wraps her right hand around the base of his shaft. "Ohhh Master...I can't wait to feast..." The blood-lusting Vampiric Vixen replies as she sinisterly pumps her right hand against his impressively hard and large, monstrous cock. Ariel slyly laughs as she slithers down to her knees in front of her Vampiric Master and instantly guides his massive cock into her wickedly hot mouth. Ariel wraps her blood-red lips around his cock and starts to hungrily devour his cock, bobbing her head freely to suck her master's cock. "Mmmmm...." Thorn moans quietly as he watches Ariel bob her head at a smooth, yet quick pace back and forth along the length of his thick cock. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly moans as she lifts and lowers her hauntingly black haired head on his cock, lapping her wickedly tongue against his massive shaft as she quickly moves her head. "Ahhhh.... you badly want to feast my pet...." Thorn groans as Ariel whips her wicked tongue against the bottom side of his cock as she sucks it. Ariel presses her fanged Vampiric teeth against Kevin Thorn's massive cock and turns her head on his cock, grinding her teeth and lips lustfully on his shaft as she continues to wickedly suck and feast on his cock. "Mmmmmm... ahhh...." Thorn licks his fanged teeth as Ariel takes his cock further past her blood red lips. Thorn smirks slightly as Ariel rakes her fanged teeth against the edges of his cock as she attempts to completely swallow it. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Ariel hungrily moans before she lifts her head up from Kevin Thorn's Vampiric cock that drips with her sinisterly wet saliva. "Mmmm... Master...." "Prepare yourself my pet..." Thorn says with a dark commanding tone. Ariel slowly rises to her feet and turns to bend over her coffin, which causes her short black skirt to rise up. Ariel slyly glances over her shoulder and licks her blood-red lips as she feels Kevin Thorn placing his powerful hands on her sinister ass as he pushes her skirt further up while standing behind her. Thorn smirks slightly as he puts his strong hands on Ariel's waist before he firmly impales her tight Vampiric cunt with his monstrous cock. "Ohhhhh! Yesss Master!" Ariel moans and hisses as she pushes back against Kevin Thorn's massive Vampiric cock as she leans over the edge of the coffin as he starts to fuck her from behind. "Mmmmm...." Thorn grunts slightly as he thrusts his cock deeply into Ariel's pussy with firm slow thrusts. Very gradually, the powerful Vampiric Extremist increase the pace and force of his thrusts as he fucks Ariel from behind. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh yesss!" Ariel hisses as she feels up her large, juicy halter top covered tits with her hands as she rocks forward against the edge of the coffin. Ariel tilts her head back as she starts to force her tight, wicked pussy back against his cock. Thorn starts to dig his fingers into the skin of Ariel's waist as he thrusts his cock harder and faster into her pussy. Thorn's large balls smacks between Ariel's juicy thighs as her ass collides with his waist. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh Master!" Ariel moans as she roughly pushes back against Kevin Thorn's massive cock as he swiftly fucks her pussy. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" Ariel hisses as she bends over more and places her hands onto the white clothed bedding of the coffin. "Ahhh... mmm..." Kevin Thorn grunts as he pounds Ariel's cunt with his monstrous cock. Thorn pulls Ariel back towards him so that the force he's using feels twice as powerful to Ariel. Ariel grits her wicked, sinister teeth as she feels her incredibly hot, devilish Vampiric body jerked back against Kevin Thorn's massive cock. "Ohhhhhh!" Ariel hisses as her ass grinds against his powerful waist. Thorn licks his fangs as he continues to fuck Ariel's wicked cunt as his massive cock starts to throb inside of her pussy. With one last powerful thrust, Thorn starts to cum inside of Ariel's pussy. Ariel narrows her eyes as she glances over her shoulder and wickedly smirks at Kevin Thorn "Ohhhhhh Master....mmmmm" Thorn waits until he's finished cumming before he slowly pulls his cock out from Ariel's pussy, "You have earned the right to go feast..." Thorn says as the last inch of his cock escapes from Ariel's cunt. Ariel slowly turns around and sits on the edge of the coffin, crossing her wickedly and seductively smooth legs as she sits. "Master...I shall feast all the night long..." Ariel says before wickedly laughing. * * * Inside of the hotel's laundry room, Carlito is taking his wet clothes from a washer and placing them in a dryer. "Carlito having to do his own laundry? That's not cool..." Carlito grumbles as he leans over the washer to peek inside to see if he has any clothes left inside of it. Carlito raises an eyebrow as he feels an eerie chill against the back of his neck, causing him to slowly stand straight up. The cool Caribbean Superstar suspiciously raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder to see the quiet, vacant surroundings of the laundry room. Carlito turns around to look in every direction of the laundry room, "Okay... who's messing with Carlito?" Carlito asks. After hearing no reply, Carlito turns to face the dryer and closes the hatch. Carlito then leans against the dryer as he sets the timer. As Carlito sets the timer on the dryer, the power within the laundry room suddenly surges, causing the dryer and washer to shut off as the lights come to an eerie dim. "What the hell?!" Carlito says with an annoyed tone as he kicks the dryer. "Stupid cheap machine..." Carlito adds as he blames the dryer for the dimness within the laundry room. The door to the laundry suddenly slams shut, causing Carlito to jump and quickly turn around inside of the dimmed laundry room. "Who's there?! This isn't cool!" Carlito yells as he narrows his eyes as he tries to see if he's alone within the laundry room. The lights within the laundry room slowly return to their full brightness as Carlito turns back to the dryer and notices the Vampiric Vixen Ariel sitting on top of the dryer hungrily licking her Vampiric fanged teeth. Carlito covers his eyes as the sudden brightness blinds him a bit, "That's not cool!" Carlito says as he rubs his eyes. Ariel wickedly laughs as she slithers off of the dryer and starts to slyly approach Carlito "Perfect time to feast, the night is still young..." Ariel hisses. Carlito, who's dressed in a loose fitting blue t-shirt and light brown colored shorts, raises an eyebrow as his vision clears up, "What?" Carlito asks as he starts to back up away from Ariel. Ariel narrows her eyes and smirks as she continues to step closer to Carlito, stalking the Caribbean Superstar. "I need blood...I crave it..." Ariel licks her wicked lips as she backs Carlito against the left wall inside of the laundry room and places her hands onto his blue t-shirt, feeling his chest through the material. Carlito makes a face as Ariel feels up his chest through the material of his shirt, "Hey that does not sound cool... what are you..." Carlito says as Ariel begins to easily tear his shirt down the middle. "Quiet, my pet..." Ariel hisses and grits her teeth as she tears his blue t- shirt away from his toned upper body and wickedly slithers her hands down his chest and towards his stomach. "Carlito don't like this..." Carlito says as he starts trying to move away form Ariel but she grabs the waistline of his shorts, which keeps him from moving away from the wall. "This won't hurt...I promise..." Ariel hisses as she locks her sinister eyes with Carlito and starts to slyly lower his light brown shorts from his waist with her hands. "Carlito thinks this is too weird to be cool..." Carlito says as Ariel slides down his shorts to expose his Caribbean cock. Carlito's eyes are slightly wide as Ariel keeps looking into his eyes. Ariel flicks her tongue against her two sharp fangs as she places her left hand around his semi-hard, Caribbean shaft and roughly grabs hold of his afro-styled hair with her right hand. "I've been waiting a while to feast..." Ariel wickedly says to Carlito. "HEY! OW!" Carlito yells as Ariel yanks on his afro-styled hair as she begins to roughly stroke his cock to get it to completely harden quickly. Ariel presses her blood-red lips tightly together before she removes her right hand from Carlito's hair and slithers down to her knees in front of Carlito while she roughly jerks her left hand against his cock. "Ahhh ow! That's too hard..." Carlito groans as Ariel causes him pain as she tugs and pulls on his dick with her left hand. Ariel lowers her black haired head and opens her wickedly hot, wet mouth as she swallows Carlito's Caribbean cock with ease. Pressing her wicked lips tightly around his shaft, the Vampiric Vixen starts to roughly and hungrily bobs her head to suck his cock. "Ahhh... awww!" Carlito moans as Ariel twists her head on his hard Caribbean cock as she increases her pace very quickly as she sucks his dick. "Mmmmm! Ohhhhhh!" Ariel sinisterly moans as she bobs her Vampiric head on Carlito's cock as she wickedly and smoothly devours his nicely sized shaft with her mouth. "Awww... ohhh shit... mmm too rough! Too rough!" Carlito moans as Ariel's teeth rakes against the length of his cock as she hungrily sucks his decently large cock. Ariel lifts her wicked eyes and glares up at the pleading, pain- filled Carlito as she continues to roughly rake her Vampiric teeth back and forth against his shaft while she takes him deeper into her mouth. "Ahhhh... ahhh!" Carlito moans with pain as Ariel takes his cock all the way past her blood red lips. The Caribbean Superstar grits his teeth as Ariel presses her teeth on his cock, which makes him tense up in pain. Ariel turns her head wickedly on Carlito's cock as she rapidly bobs her haunting black haired head on his cock while she feels the head of his shaft smacking against the back of her wicked mouth. "Ahhh... ahhh shit... ahhh!" Carlito moans as his cock begins to throb within Ariel's hot, wet and sinister mouth as she hungrily sucks on it. Ariel quickly lifts her head as she tastes the first drops of cum exiting from Carlito's cock and she wickedly smirks. "Mmmm...the release is so good..." Ariel hisses. "Ahhh damn..." Carlito groans as his cock throbs wildly as Ariel grips his cock with her right hand and begins to stroke it. Ariel wickedly smirks as she looks up and locks her glared eyes with Carlito as she roughly strokes her right hand against his throbbing shaft. "Ohhhh... the feast is soon..." "Ahhh... aww... ohhh!" Carlito moans loudly as he begins to cum, and his warm spunk shoots form the piss slit of his cock. Ariel tilts her head back and closes her eyes as she feels the warm cum of Carlito dripping down his shaft and onto her right hand that remains wrapped around his cock. "Ahhh... ahhh shit..." Carlito groans as his cock starts to soften once he's finished cumming. Ariel slowly releases the hold of her right hand around Carlito's cock and stands up from the floor of the laundry room. The sinister Vampiric Vixen firmly places her hands against the chest of the now relaxed Carlito as she pushes him against the wall in the laundry room. Ariel moves her hands to Carlito head and turns his head to the left side, exposing his bare neck. "Ohhh yess..." Ariel hisses and moans before she leans her head forward and opens her mouth to completely expose her sharp, two upper fangs before she sinks her Vampiric teeth into the skin of Carlito neck. Ariel's eyes roll with lust as she tastes the sweetly bitter taste of his warm blood entering her mouth. "AHHHHHH!" Carlito screams as Ariel's fangs enter his skin. The Caribbean Superstar then starts to slowly sink to the floor as Ariel sucks the blood from his neck. Ariel lifts her head away and slowly licks her blood-stained lips. "Mmmm...so tasty..." Ariel hisses as Carlito lays motionless on the floor. * * * In the hotel's gym, Spirit Squad members Kenny, Johnny, Nicky and Mitch are all working out. Kenny, wearing green shorts and a white tank top, is on a treadmill. Johnny, wearing black work out pants and a white t-shirt, is doing chin ups with a bar that's bolted to the wall. Nicky, wearing blue shorts and a black tank top, is on a bench doing crunches. Mitch, dressed in green sweat pants and a gray sweatshirt, is doing a stepping exercise on a set of wooden steps near the right wall. "Where's Mikey with those protein drinks?" Kenny asks as he jogs on the treadmill. "He probably got lost again." Mitch chuckles. "Wouldn't surprise me," Johnny smirks as stops doing chin ups and he begins to do some push-ups. "Aw come on, he's probably flirting with some babe that's way out of his league," Nicky says. All four men then pause and laugh at the thought of their teammate trying to pick up a woman. The door of the hotel's gym, suddenly slams closed causing Johnny, Kenny, Nicky and Mitch to all jump back at the sudden slamming of the door, appearing to be on its own. "What just happened?" Mitch asks as he looks at the door, while Kenny trips and falls off of the treadmill. Kenny sits on the floor, "Mikey you little asshole!" Kenny yells thinking it was the fifth member of the Spirit Squad playing a joke on them. "Mikey? Who is Mikey?" The eerie, hissing, echoing voice of the Vampiric Vixen, Ariel, fills the hotel's gym causing the four Spirit Squad members to look at each other with confusion. Everyone looks at Johnny, "Johnny quit with the woman's voice..." Nicky says. "Hey that wasn't me!" Johnny says innocently. "Hahahah!" The sinister laugh of Ariel fills the room as the lights within the gym gradually come to a dull dim. "It is time to feast..." Ariel hisses as she appears laying across the smooth wooden bench of the gym, directly behind Kenny. "Ummmm Kenny... behind you..." Johnny says as he sees Ariel behind Kenny. "Haha... very..." Kenny turns a bit and jumps when he sees Ariel, "Where the hell did you come from?!" Ariel wickedly narrows her eyes and smirks as she slyly slithers to sit on the wooden bench, crossing her wickedly smooth and seductive legs. Ariel slides her sinister tongue against her blood-red lips as she slides her hands up her stomach towards her large Vampiric tits as she wears her red halter- top and short black skirt. "The feast is always so good..." Ariel hisses "And much better with four..." Nicky's eyes go wide as Ariel feels up her tits through the material of her halter top, "Damn..." Nicky says in a surprising deep voice. "This is weird.... too weird for me..." Mitch says as he steps towards the door and open he grabs the door knob. He tries to open the door which doesn't move, "Hey... what the hell?!" Mitch yells as he tries to open the door. Ariel grits her teeth as she stands up from the bench and starts to stalking approach Kenny with her demonic eyes locked with him. Ariel licks her Vampiric teeth as she places her hands against his white tank top covered chest and rips the tank top off with her razor-sharp, dark red painted fingernails. "Hey... what the hell!" Kenny yells as Ariel pulls the ripped pieces off his tank top from his body. Ariel wickedly smirks as she rakes her sharp fingernails against Kenny's tanned and toned chest as she slithers her wicked hands down towards his stomach and waist. Ariel slyly glances over her shoulder and narrows her eyes at Johnny working wickedly Vampiric skills on him from afar. "Whoa..." Johnny says as his eyes start to glaze over as Ariel looks into his eyes. As if in a trance, Johnny starts to step towards Ariel as she starts to slowly lower Kenny's shorts to free his cock. "Johnny... hey Johnny... what the hell are you doing?" Nicky asks as he sees Johnny stand behind Ariel. Ariel raises an eyebrow and smirks wickedly as she feels Johnny's has placed against her skirt covered Vampiric ass, before she feels his hands roaming underneath skirt. Ariel bends over while standing and wraps her right hand roughly around Kenny's hardening cock and starts to wickedly stroke his shaft. Ariel then shifts her cold, demonic, Vampiric eyes on Mitch. Vamp of the Night "Mmmm..." Johnny moans as he feels up Ariel's ass through the material of her skirt before he starts to remove it from her hips. Mitch's eyes glaze over and he also starts to walk over to Ariel, "Mmmm fuck..." Kenny moans as Ariel moves her hands up and down on his large cock. "This is fucked up man... really fucked up..." Nicky says as he steps backward as Johnny bends down to kiss Ariel's ass while Mitch reaches between her legs to feel her wicked pussy with his right hand. "Mmmmm...yessss..." Ariel hisses as she lowers her hauntingly black haired head down to Kenny's cock as she opens her wet, wicked Vampiric mouth to devour Kenny's completely hard cock. Ariel presses her lips around Kenny's cock and starts to rapidly bob her head to wickedly suck on his cock, while she feels Johnny kissing her Vampiric ass and Mitch rubbing his hands against her sinisterly wet, warm pussy. "Ahhhh... ohhhh fuck..." Kenny moans as Ariel bobs her head at a wicked pace up and down on his rock hard cock. Mitch's face has no expression on it as he begins to dart his fingers in and out of Ariel's tight wet pussy. Johnny spreads Ariel's ass cheeks apart as he starts to tap his tongue against her ass crack. Nicky moves towards the door and starts trying to open it as Ariel has worked her dark magic over three of his teammates. Ariel closes her wicked eyes as she wickedly and smoothly bobs her head Kenny's cock, brushing her sinister lips back and forth against his shaft as she feels the tongues of Mitch and Johnny working over her pussy and ass. "Mmmmmm.... mmmmm..." Johnny moans as he slides his tongue up and down between Ariel's ass cheeks. Mitch moves two fingers in and out of Ariel's wicked cunt at a quickening pace. Kenny tilts his head back as Ariel smacks her tongue against his rock hard cock. "Shit I gotta get outta here..." Nicky says as he starts to ram his shoulder against the door to try and break it down. Ariel slowly lifts her head from Kenny's cock and opens her wicked eyes to glare at Nicky as he tries to break out of the gym. "Don't leave..." Ariel hisses as she locks her demonic, glaring eyes on Nicky as she stands up between Mitch and Johnny as the two continue to brushing her tongues against her pussy and ass. "Screw you lady.." Nicky yells as he doesn't look at Ariel as he desperately tries to break down the door. Hearing the words of their teammate, Mitch and Johnny move away from Ariel and begin to walk towards Nicky. The two of them grab Nicky, which amuses Ariel but shocks Nicky instantly, "Hey! What the hell!" Nicky screams as Mitch and Johnny force him down to the floor. Ariel wicked laughs as she walks over towards Nicky as he is held in place by Mitch and Johnny. Ariel licks her blood-red lips and locks her demonic eyes with Nicky, putting him under her Vampiric trance. Nicky, physically the most powerful member of the Spirit Squad, stops struggling as he falls into a trance state. Kenny moves towards Nicky's feet and he begins to pull off Nicky's blue shorts, exposing his teammate's larger than average cock. Ariel hisses as she glares down at Nicky's incredibly thick and large cock. "Mine..." Ariel says with a wicked smirk before the Vampiric Vixen slithers down onto her knees in front of Nicky and sinisterly slithers her tongue against the thick head of his cock. "Ahhh..." Nicky moans lightly as Ariel slides her sharp, wicked tongue around the large head of his cock while Mitch and Johnny keep holding him down. Behind Ariel, Kenny kneels on the floor and guides his cock into Ariel's Vampiric cunt with a firm thrust. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly groans around Nicky's cock as her short black skirt drapes down over her Vampiric ass while Kenny starts to thrust his cock into her pussy at a firm, quickening pace. Ariel grinds her wicked lips against his cock, forcing him deeper into her sinisterly hot mouth. "Ahhh... ahhh..." Kenny moans as he thrusts his cock quickly and deeply in and out Ariel's tight cunt. "Mmmmm... ahhh..." Nicky groans with pleasure as Ariel opens her mouth wider to take more of his incredibly large cock past her wicked lips. Mitch and Johnny let go of Nicky so that they can place their hands on Ariel's body to caress the Vampiric Vixen as Kenny fucks her. Ariel lifts her demonic, wicked eyes and locks them with Nicky as she grinds her lips against his cock while she sinisterly sucks and devours his cock with her darkly skilled Vampiric mouth. Ariel grinds her ass back against Kenny's waist as he sharply drive his cock into her cunt. "Mmmmm yes... ahhhh!" Kenny moans as he thrusts his cock deeply into Ariel's pussy as he pounds her pussy with sharp thrusts. Nicky looks into Ariel's demonic eyes as she hungrily works his cock over with her Vampiric mouth. Mitch and Johnny stop caressing Ariel's body and begins to strip out of their clothes. Ariel sharply twists her blood-red lips on Nicky's shaft as her sinister saliva drips from his cock while she sharply guides her wicked body back against Kenny and his thrusting cock. "Ahhhh... mmmm..." Kenny groans before he pulls his cock out of Ariel's tight wet pussy. Nicky licks his lips as he keeps looking into Ariel's eyes as she twists and turns her head on his massive cock while Johnny and Mitch stand on either side of the Vampiric Vixen. Ariel lifts her head from Nicky's cock as her saliva drips from his shaft and onto the floor of the gym. Ariel turns on her knees to face Johnny as she places left hand around his shaft and starts to stroke his cock roughly before guiding him into her mouth. "Mmmmmm... ohhh..." Johnny moans as Ariel wraps her blood red lips around his cock before she starts to bob her head on his dick. Mitch kneels behind Ariel and spreads her ass cheeks apart so that he can force his decently sized cock into Ariel's tight asshole. "MMMMMMMMM!" Ariel wickedly moans as she rapidly starts to bob her head on Johnny's cock as Mitch starts to thrust his decently sized cock into her wicked Vampiric ass. Ariel cups Johnny's ballsack with her hands and starts to graze his ballsack with her sharp fingernails. "Oww... ahhh!" Johnny moans as he feels Ariel's razor sharp finger nails against his balls as she bobs her head on his cock. Mitch holds Ariel's ass cheeks apart as he thrust his cock in and out of her asshole at an increasing pace. "Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh!" Ariel hisses and moans as her wicked tongue slithers around his shaft as she deeply sucks on his cock, taking him inch by inch further into her mouth. Ariel rocks back on her knees, sharply pushing back against Mitch's cock inside of her ass. "Mmmm.... ahhh... ahhh..." Mitch grunts as he drives his cock further into Ariel's asshole until his balls are smacking against her juicy ass cheeks. Johnny grits his teeth as Ariel's fanged teeth graze against his cock as she completely swallows his cock. Ariel presses her Vampiric teeth against Johnny's cock and rakes her sharp teeth back and forth against his shaft while she impressively and darkly deep throats his entire spirited cock while she pushes roughly against Mitch's cock into her ass. "Ahhh... mmm fuck... ahhh..." Johnny moans as he begins to cum inside of Ariel's wicked, wet and warm mouth as she holds his cock deeply inside of her mouth. Mitch's thrusts starts to get more aggressive even has his face is expressionless as he drills Ariel's ass. Ariel slowly lifts her head and wickedly glares at Johnny as his warm cum fills out of her mouth. "Mmmm...ohhhh..." Ariel hisses as she licks her blood-red lips. As Mitch continues to fuck her ass, Ariel glances at Nicky and locks eyes with him. Nicky then slowly nods his head and stands up from the floor. Nicky grabs Johnny, and Ariel smirks as Johnny comes out of his traced state. "Huh... what's going... hey!" Johnny yells as Nicky forces him down onto his hands and knees. "Nicky! What the he-WHOA!!" Johnny screams as Nicky slams his huge cock into his unprepared asshole. "STOP! AHHHH! STOP!" Johnny screams as Nicky starts to fuck him. Ariel grits her teeth and wickedly laughs as she watches Nicky slamming his incredibly large, thick cock as he fucks the asshole of his teammate, Johnny. "Ohhhhh! Sooo perfect!" Ariel hisses as the Vampiric Vixen grinds her sinister ass back against Mitch's cock. "AHHH! STOP! STOP!" Johnny screams as he tries to crawl away form Nicky, but the stronger man just pulls him back easily. Kenny moves in front of Johnny and forces his cock into Johnny's mouth, muffling his screams easily. Mitch pulls his cock out of Ariel's asshole so that he can push his dick into her wicked pussy. Ariel slides her wicked tongue against her lips as she watches Johnny being forced to suck on Kenny's cock while his ass is fucked from behind by Johnny. "Ohhhhh! Mmmm...the feast will be soon!" Ariel moans as she tosses her hauntingly black haired head back sharply driving her Vampiric body back against Mitch's cock. "Ahhh suck... suck..." Kenny moans as he grabs Johnny's hair as he thrusts his cock deeply into Johnny's mouth. Tears drip off Johnny's cheeks as he gags on Kenny's cock while at the same time; Nicky is relentlessly raping his asshole with his huge cock. Mitch slides his hands all over Ariel's sinisterly hot body as he pumps his cock swiftly into her pussy. Ariel wickedly laughs as she sharply tightens her wicked pussy around Mitch's cock as she roughly pushes back against his cock. "Ahhh... mmmm!" Mitch moans as he starts to cum inside of Ariel's wicked hot cunt as he fucks her from behind. "Ohhhh yeah... ahhh!" Kenny moans as he begins to cum inside of Johnny's violated mouth. "Mmmmm Nooo!" Johnny moans in protest on Kenny's cock as he's forced to swallow Kenny's cum while Nicky abuses his ass. Ariel grits her teeth and slides her hands against her large Vampiric tits as she stands up with Mitch's cum dripping out of her wet pussy. "Mmmm...it's time to feast..." Ariel says hungrily licking her blood red lips. Upon hearing Ariel's words, Nicky pulls his throbbing cock out of Johnny's stretched out asshole and approaches the Vampiric Vixen. Ariel places her slithering hands onto Nicky's nicely tanned and muscular chest as she guides her hands up his chest towards his check. Ariel's blood- lusting eyes narrow as she turns his head to the left and leans her head against his neck, sinking her Vampiric teeth into the skin of his skin. "Mmmm..." Ariel erotically moans as the sweet, bitter taste of Nicky's blood fills her sinister mouth. * * * A short time later outside of the gym, the elevator doors open and Mikey, the fifth member of the Spirit Squad, steps off as he's carrying a bag from a local market. "I swear Philly sucks when it come to finding health drinks..." Mikey says as he walks to the hotel's gym. Mikey then tries to open the door, but it doesn't move at first but then it does, "Hey someone should... FUCK!" Mikey yells in horror as he sees Nicky, Johnny and Mitch on the floor, naked and with blood dripping from their necks. Mikey drops the bag he's carrying as he then sees Ariel on top of Kenny, feasting on the blood flowing from his neck. Ariel lifts her head and with blood-lust her eyes turns her attention to Mikey as she lifts herself off of Kenny. Ariel licks her lips and smirks as she slyly walks towards him. "What... the... fuck!" Mikey yells as he backs up out of the gym as he sees the blood dripping from Ariel's mouth and fangs. Mikey turns to run, but he trips over his own feet and falls flat on his face. Ariel instantly pounces onto Mikey as he struggles and thrashes on the floor of the gym as she places her hands firmly onto his shoulders, pinning him down before she lowers her head and sinks her Vampiric teeth into Mikey's neck. "NOOOO! AHHHH!" Mikey screams as he feels Ariel's teeth piercing into his skin as she begins to feast on his warm blood. * * * Up on the roof of the hotel, Jeff Hardy, wearing baggy jeans and a sweat shirt, and Matt Hardy, wearing black jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket, are leaning over the edge looking down at one of the windows. "Are you sure her room is on this side?" Matt asks his rainbow haired brother. "Of course I'm sure." Jeff says as he then bends down to pick up a bucket that's full of water. Matt laughs a bit as he keeps looking over the edge, "Hey, hey a window is opening. third to the left looks like on the third floor!" Matt says. Jeff hurries to where Matt tells him and dumps the bucket over the edge. Moments later, both of the Hardys hear a hellish scream from Melina from several feet below and then Matt frowns a bit. "That was not Lita." Matt says. "Oops." Jeff says shrugging his shoulders innocently as he leans over the edge, "Sorry!" Matt laughs, "Man I'd love to hear what she's saying down there." Matt says as he and Jeff keep looking over the edge. Jeff and Matt Hardy both stand against the edge of the hallway top looking down at the street below as both suddenly feel an erie, harshly cold breeze. Jeff shivers a bit, "Hey did it just get colder up here?" Jeff asks as he steps away from the edge. "Yeah... sure it's November... but it ain't that bad..." Matt says as he sees Jeff rubbing his own arms a bit. The open door that leads to the roof top suddenly slams shut with a loud bang, causing both Matt and Jeff Hardy to turn the direction. Matt raises an eyebrow, "Jeff... since this was your idea... if that door is locked..." Matt says as he starts to step towards the door that leads back into the hotel. "No way it could be locked... the wind just blew it closed..." Jeff says as he follows Matt. As Matt Hardy places his hand onto the door knob and turns the door knob to open the leading to and from the rooftop, he and his younger brother Jeff comes face to face with the sinister, wicked Vampiric Vixen Ariel and her devilishly hot, Vampiric naked body as she stands in the door way. "Whoa..." Jeff Hardy says as instantly starts to check out Ariel's gorgeous, curvy body. "Lost your clothes?" Matt Hardy asks as he also checks out the hot Vampiric Vixen. Ariel narrows her demonic, sinister eyes and licks her Vampiric teeth as she places her hands onto her wickedly curved hips and steps out from the doorway, approaching Matt and Jeff. "Hey it's pretty cold out here..." Jeff starts to say as Ariel walks towards him and Matt. Ariel tosses her hauntingly dark black hair back and locks her demonic eyes with Jeff Hardy "Perfect conditions to feast..." Ariel hisses before she slyly shifts her eyes to Matt Hardy. "Huh?" Matt asks as his eyes become locked with Ariel, and within moments Matt's face becomes expressionless. Ariel steps over towards Matt Hardy and starts to slither her wicked hands against his chest before wickedly kissing his firm lips with her blood-red lips. "Mmmm..." Matt moans as he returns Ariel's lustful kiss as she slides her tongue into his mouth. "Damn..." Jeff says with a smirk, "If I wasn't so use to having girls scream for me... I'd be jealous..." Jeff says jokingly as Matt places his hands on Ariel's juicy hips. Ariel slithers her wicked tongue into Matt Hardy's warm mouth as she wickedly and lustfully kisses him. Ariel moves her hands and starts to remove his leather jacket before lifting his white t-shirt. Matt breaks the kiss with Ariel so that she can pull his white t-shirt up over his head, revealing his smooth, toned upper body to the brisk night air. Ariel grits her teeth as she rakes her razor-sharp fingernails against his smooth and toned chest, keeping her demonic eyes locked with Matt Hardy. Ariel wickedly laughs as she feels Jeff Hardy placing his hands onto her wickedly seductive ass at his own will as he steps behind the Vampiric Vixen "Hope you don't mind me joining in..." Jeff says as he already has his sweatshirt off while he cups and squeezes Ariel's ass cheeks. Matt Hardy doesn't blink as he looks into Ariel's eyes as he begins to unbutton his jeans. Ariel licks her blood red lips as she bends over, slithering her left hand around Matt's hardening cock. The Vampiric Vixen starts to roughly move her hand against his cock as she feels Jeff's hands roaming against her sinister ass. "Mmmm... ahh..." Matt moans slightly as Ariel tugs and pulls on his hardening cock. Jeff smirks as he uses his left hand to undo his own jeans while he slides his right hand between Ariel's legs to tease her wet Vampiric cunt with his fingers. "Mmmm...ohhhh yesss..." Ariel hisses as she feels Jeff Hardy's right hand rubbing her wicked pussy between her legs. Ariel lowers her head and opens her wicked mouth to devour Matt's cock with ease, pressing her blood red lips tightly around his shaft. "Wow... you got a soaked pussy..." Jeff says jokingly as he feels how wet Ariel's pussy is at he rubs it with his right hand. Matt tilts his head back as Ariel starts to bob her head up and down on his stiff, long cock. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly moans as she bobs her head slyly on Matt Hardy's cock, with her wet tongue slithering around his cock. Ariel rapidly starts to bob her head at a quicker pace. "Yess...." Matt moans in a low voice as Ariel eagerly and hungrily sucks on his cock. Jeff lowers his jeans and steps out of him, and Ariel can feel Jeff's fat cock pressing against her ass as he continues to rub her pussy. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly moans as she turns and twists her head on Matt's cock as she sinisterly bobs her head and slithers her Vampiric tongue around his shaft, devilishly sucking the cock of Matt Hardy, while she pushes her wicked body back against Jeff's hand rubbing her sinister pussy. Jeff takes his hand away from Ariel's wet wicked pussy before he pushes his cock into her pussy, "Mmmmmm fuck..." Jeff moans as he begins to thrust his cock in and out of Ariel's pussy as she continues to suck on Matt's dick. "Mmmm...Ohhhhh!" Ariel hisses and groans around Matt Hardy's cock as she feels Jeff's intense, firmly thrusting cock swiftly darting into her wet, tight pussy. Ariel closes her sinister, seducing eyes as she presses her Vampiric teeth against Matt's shaft as she wickedly sucks and feasts on his cock. "Ahhhh.... ahhh..." Matt groans as he looks up at the night sky as Ariel twist her dark haired head from side to side as she devours his cock. Jeff puts his hands on Ariel's curvy hips as he pumps his cock deeply and sharply into her pussy from behind. Ariel lifts her head roughly from Matt's cock as her sinister saliva drips from his shaft and from her Vampiric mouth. "Mmmmm! Ohhhh yeah..." Ariel hisses as she starts to sharply push her sinister Vampiric body back against Jeff's cock as he pounds her sinister cunt. "Ahhh shit... mmmm fuck...' Jeff grunts as he pulls Ariel back towards him as he drives his cock all the way into her pussy. Jeff stares down at Ariel's ass cheeks and watches as they jiggle when they hit against his waist. "Ohhhhh! Yesss! Ohhhhh!" Ariel hisses and moans as she sharply pushes back, firmly smacking her wicked ass against his toned waist. "Ohhhhh" Ariel wickedly and blood-lustily moans. "Ohhh fuck... mmmm!" Jeff grits his teeth as he continues to drive his cock into Ariel's pussy as Matt Hardy starts to lay down on the cold hard surface of the hotel's roof. Jeff then pulls his cock out of Ariel's pussy as Matt perfectly places himself in front of her. Ariel licks her Vampiric teeth and darkly glares down at Matt Hardy with a sinister smirk on her face. Ariel slithers her wicked body down onto Matt Hardy, smoothly and firmly mount his cock with her demonically wet, warm and tight pussy. "Mmmmm... ahhh..." Matt moans as he raises his hands and places them on Ariel's large juicy tits as she begins to rock on his cock. "Damn this is fucking hot..." Jeff says as kneels behind Ariel so that he can ease his large cock into her tight Vampiric ass. Vamp of the Night "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh yessss..." Ariel hisses as she wickedly grinds her Vampiric body onto Matt Hardy's cock as she sinisterly guides her Vampiric ass back against Jeff's cock. "Ahhhh... mmmmm... ahhh..." Jeff grunts as he steadily increase the pace of his thrusts as he pumps his cock deeper into Ariel's asshole. Matt squeezes and fondles Ariel's tits as he begins to thrust his dick upward into her pussy. Ariel places her hands onto Matt's toned and smooth chest, sliding them back and forth on his chest while she continues to demonically rock back and forth on his rock hard cock as Jeff Hardy sharply drives his shaft into her ass. "Ohhhhh! Yessss!" Ariel hisses and moans as she lowers her head to Matt's neck and wickedly slides her tongue against the left side of his delicious, sweet neck. "Awww... mmmmm...." Matt grunts as he turns his head to the right giving Ariel a picture perfect opportunity to begin sinking her fangs into his neck. Matt's body tenses up as he begins to cum inside of Ariel's Vampiric cunt while Jeff continues to fuck her from behind. Ariel closes her eyes and presses her sharp Vampiric teeth against the skin of Matt Hardy's neck, before she sinks her teeth into Matt's neck as his warm sickly sweet blood starts to fill her mouth while his cum fills her wicked pussy. Ariel moans against Matt's neck as she continues to rock back against Jeff's cock into her wicked pussy. "Ahhhh...." Matt moans as he fills Ariel with his cum as she feast on the blood flowing from his neck. "Ahhh shit... mmm damn... ohhh yea..." Jeff Hardy licks his lips as he pounds Ariel's demonic, juicy ass with sharp, quick thrusts. Ariel lifts her head up from Matt's neck and licks her blood-stained lips. "Mmmmm..." Ariel hungrily moans as she sharply grinds her ass back against Jeff's cock, while Matt lays motionless underneath her. Jeff grits his teeth as Ariel shoves her ass back towards him as he fucks her. "Ahhhh shit... mmmm fuck... ahhhh!" Jeff groans as his cock starts to erupt inside of Ariel's tight asshole. Ariel arches her wickedly curved and hot Vampiric body back as she feels Jeff's warm cum thickly flooding her ass. "Ohhh...now...feast..." Ariel moans as she licks her Vampiric, sharp teeth. "You going to go eat?" Jeff asks as he pull his fat cock out of Ariel's ass once he's finished cumming. Ariel slyly glances over her shoulder and sinisterly narrows her dark, evil eyes. "Yes....you!" Ariel hisses before she suddenly lunges at Jeff Hardy, firmly placing her hands against his slightly hairy chest and forcing him to lay down on the cold concrete surface of the roof as she holds his neck steady and lowers her head to sink her teeth into his neck. "Hey.... HEY!" Jeff shouts as Ariel's fanged teeth pierce his sink. "Ahhhh!" Jeff screams as Ariel begins to feast on his blood. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel lustfully moans as she tastes Jeff's warm, sweet blood exiting his neck and into her mouth. Jeff's body starts to become lifeless as Ariel swallows his blood. Ariel lifts her head as Jeff's blood drips of her sinister lips. Ariel grits her teeth as she looks at the bright casted moonlight in the darkened sky "Mmmm...I still have time to feast..." * * * On the fourth floor level of the hotel's exterior fire escape, Rob Van Dam is sitting on the one of the metal fire escape steps as he takes a puff of a joint, "Whew.... man... love having a good time to mellow out.." RVD says as he's dressed in sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt. As Rob Van Dam sits out enjoying the cold, nightly breeze, he starts to have the feeling of sharp fingernails scratching and raking against the back of his neck. "Dude!" RVD jumps up from his seat and drops his joint, which falls through the grating of the fire escape's floor. "DUDE!" RVD yells as he watches his joint fall down to the ground. "Something the matter?" The eerie, hissing voice of the Vampiric Vixen Ariel as she drops down from the upper portion of the ladder of the fire escape as she wickedly hangs upside down much like a bat. Ariel has her arms crossed against her halter top covered chest as her black skirt hangs down to expose her black laced panties as she comes face to face with RVD. RVD looks up and at Ariel, "Dude... you made me drop my joint...." RVD says with a sigh. "You enjoy the pleasure of sin...don't you Rob Van Dam..." Ariel hisses as she licks her Vampiric teeth while she remains hanging upside down. "The future is never good for those of sin..." RVD raises an eyebrow, "I don't need another lecture about lighting up a joint... there's nothing wrong with it." Ariel sinisterly flips down to stand upright and locks her wicked eyes with RVD "You want to give into sin...don't you?" Ariel says as she grits her teeth and places her hands onto his muscular, hooded sweatshirt covered chest. "Dude... how did you do that?" RVD asks as he nods his head while looking amazed at how gracefully Ariel flipped into a standing position. Ariel leans her head towards the left side of RVD's head to whisper eerily into his ear "Give in to desire..." Ariel hisses as she starts to lifts his hooded sweatshirt. "Dude.... you got an extreme idea..." RVD says as he allows Ariel to pull off his hooded sweatshirt. Ariel nods her head and wickedly smirks "Yess...give in to lust and temptation..." Ariel says as she slithers her tongue against his left cheek and the side of his face as she slide her hands down to the waist of his sweatpants. "Mmmm.... there's something big down there that you can smoke..." Rob says as his decently size cock is released as Ariel pushes down his sweatpants. Ariel sinisterly smirks as she slithers down to her knees in front of Rob Van Dam, while on the fire escape of the hotel. Ariel narrows her eyes wickedly as she wraps her sinister hands around his shaft and starts to evilly stroke his cock roughly with her Vampiric hands. "Ahhh.... mmmm..." Rob Van Dam moans as Ariel pumps her hands up and down along his cock to help it fully harden. RVD thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock against the Vampiric Vixen's hands. Ariel raises an eyebrow wickedly as she glances up at RVD before she lowers her head and takes his cock into her Vampiric mouth. Ariel presses her blood-lusting lips around his shaft and starts to demonically move her head to suck and feast on his cock. "Ohhhh dude...." RVD moans as Ariel bobs her head at a slow, teasing pace on his cock as if she's savoring the taste of the high flying Superstar's dick. "Mmmmm...ohhhhh! MMMMMM!" Ariel moans and hisses as she slides her wicked tongue down his thick shaft while she steadily and smoothly bob her head to take him deeper into her Vampiric cock at a wickedly slow pace. "Ahhhhh... mmmm..." RVD licks his lips as Ariel takes his cock nearly three- fourths of the way into her mouth. Occasionally, Rob can feel the head of his cock tapping against he back of Ariel's wicked mouth. Ariel presses her Vampiric lips tighter around his cock as she twists and turns her head on his shaft, grinding wicked lips on his cock. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel moans as she easily manages to deep throat his entire, thick and long cock. "Ahhhh.... fuck... awww!" RVD moans loudly as Ariel twists her head on his cock while keeping it completely trapped within her mouth. Ariel slowly rakes her teeth back and forth on his shaft as she continues to bob her head at a gradually quickening pace. "Mmmmm!" Ariel groans as she slaps her saliva coated tongue against his cock. "Mmmmm fuck... ahhh... shit!" RVD moans as he feels Ariel's sharp fangs grazing against his thick hardened shaft. Ariel turns her head to painfully grind her Vampiric teeth against RVD's shaft as it sinisterly drips with her wet saliva. Ariel suddenly and surprisingly drops her head to completely devour his cock, holding him balls deep in her wicked mouth "Fuck... mmmm damn!" Rob moans as Ariel presses her face against his crotch as she impales her throat with his cock. Ariel wickedly twists her head on his cock before she lifts her head and sinisterly smirks up at Rob Van Dam while her saliva drips from his cock. "Damn... fuckin' extreme..." RVD says with a grin as he watches Ariel seductively slides off her short black skirt and black laced panties. Ariel slides her wicked tongue against her Vampiric teeth as she lays back on the cold flooring of the fire escape, spreading her sinisterly legs to expose her wicked Vampiric cunt. "Mmmmm....fuck me..." Ariel hisses. "Dude... don't have to tell me twice..." Rob Van Day says as he kneels on the cold metal grating of the fire escape so that he can push his cock into Ariel's wicked wet pussy. "Mmmmmm! Ohhhh yessss!" Ariel hisses and moans as she tilts her head back and places her hands behind on the metal grating of the fire escape as RVD starts to thrust his cock into her pussy. "Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm!" Ariel groans. "Ahhhh... mmmmm fuck..." RVD grunts as he thrusts his cock firmly and deeply into Ariel's pussy. RVD puts his hands on Ariel's large juicy tits as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Ariel grits her Vampiric teeth as she wraps her sinister, seductive legs around RVD's muscular waist as she viciously pushes her demonic cunt against his thrusting shaft. "Mmmm shit... ahhh yea..." Rob Van Dam slams his cock firmly into Ariel's pussy as she pushes herself against his thrusting shaft. Ariel opens her wicked, dark Vampiric eyes and locks them with RVD as she sharply pushes herself against his cock while he slams deeply into her. "Ohhhhh...sooo wicked!" Ariel hisses. RVD leans forward, bringing his head and neck closer to Ariel's face as he rocks on his knees to increase the force of his thrusts. RVD also slides his hands from Ariel's tits and places them on the metal surface of the fire escape's grating. Ariel presses her blood red lips together as she narrows her eyes at the sight of Rob Van Dam's bare, smooth and delicious neck. Ariel opens her Vampiric mouth before she leans into his neck and sinks her sharp teeth into the side of his neck. "Ahhhh... ahhh shit... mmmm!" RVD grunts and groans as he pumps his cock rapidly in and out of Ariel's Vampiric cunt. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel moans against his neck as she feels his warm, sickly sweet blood filling her sinister mouth as she feasts on him while he continues to thrust his cock into her pussy. "Ahhh... ahhh..." RVD moans as he's oblivious to the fact hat Ariel is feasting on his blood. The high flying ECW Superstar slams his cock one last time into Ariel's pussy as he begins to cum inside of her. Ariel slowly lifts her head RVD's neck and licks her lips "Mmmm...ohhh yessss..." Ariel hisses as RVD unloads his warm cum into her pussy. "Mmmm... dude..." Rob Van Dam groans as he passes out on top of Ariel after he finishes cumming inside of her. Ariel grits her Vampiric teeth together as some of RVD's blood stains her wicked lips "Mmmm...I need more..." * * * Inside of John Cena's darken hotel room, the hot, hunky, Superstar is opening the window to his room to let some of the cool night air in, "Damn... I really need to get some sleep..." John says as he takes off the boxers he's wearing before he steps over to the bed. John kicks off his boxers so that he's completely naked. He then pulls down the covers of the bed and lays on it. Within a few moments, John is fast asleep as the window starts to rise up higher. John Cena is suddenly awoken at the irritating, loud buzzing of his alarm clock. John groans as he sits up in the hotel room's bed and turns to shut off the alarm clock to stop the annoying buzz. John Cena pauses as he notices the alarm clock darkly reading '666' on the digital panel. "What the hell?" John squints his eyes before he rubs them, thinking he's reading the time wrong. John sits up on the bed and leans over to pick up the alarm clock. Unaware to John Cena, the seductive and sinister Vampiric Vixen Ariel, slithers onto the bed next to him, sitting on her knees as she hungrily glares at the side of his neck. John presses the buttons on the alarm clock as he tries to fix the time, but it stays reading '666', "I bet someone was in here screwing with this..." John says thinking someone is playing a joke on him. John places the alarm clock back on the night stand, and as he starts to lay down, he notices Ariel on the bed next to him, "Whoa! Where did you come from?!" John yells in surprise. Ariel licks her Vampiric teeth as she lustfully slithers her wicked hands down from his muscular chest before she silently and wickedly mounts herself onto his waist, feeling his cock brush against her Vampiric ass. "Okay.... this is.... odd..." John Cena says as Ariel pushes him to lay flat on the bed. John's huge cock starts to harden as Ariel's round juicy ass brushes against it. Ariel presses blood red lips together as she lightly rocks on his hardening cock, rubbing her Vampiric ass against his shaft. "Mmmm...I need to feast..." Ariel hisses as she rakes her fingernails against his muscular chest. "Say what?" John asks with an eyebrow as he feels his cock slipping between Ariel's ass cheeks. John lets out a soft moan as Ariel's ass cheeks press against his cock. Ariel perfectly hovers above John Cena's completely rock hard, thick cock before she lowers her sinister pussy down on his shaft, while she keeps her short black skirt above her waist and over her Vampiric ass. Ariel tilts her head back as she starts to sinisterly rock back and forth on his cock. "Ahhhh ohhh I see what you mean..." John says as the curvy demonic Vixen slowly rocks back and forth on his massive cock. John places his hands on Ariel's hips as she grinds herself on his shaft. Ariel places her hand firmly against his muscular chest as she rocks back and forth on his cock, taking him deeper into her wickedly tight and wet pussy. "Ohhhhhh yessss..." Ariel hisses and moans. "Mmmmm... ahhh..." John licks his lips as he starts to thrust his cock upward into Ariel's pussy as she slowly sinks down completely on his cock. When Ariel's ass cheeks are pressing against his thighs, John drives his cock sharply up into her cunt. Ariel wickedly grinds her pussy down on John Cena's rock hard cock as she feels his shaft swiftly thrusting up into her tight pussy. "Ohhhh...mmmm..." "Ahhhh... ahhh..." John grunts as he uses his amazing strength to lift Ariel up and down on his cock while he pumps his cock up into her. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh yessss!" Ariel wickedly moans as she sharply bounces up and down on John Cena's incredibly thick and large, rock hard cock as she slithers her hands against his muscular chest. The hot and muscular John Cena turns over on the bed so that he's on top of the Vampiric Vixen. Once on top, John wastes no time in resuming ramming his cock into Ariel's pussy. John places his hands flat on the bed and pushes his upper body up as he uses his lower body to drive his cock forward. "Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm!" Ariel moans as she presses her blood red lips together, closing her dark and wicked eyes as she seductively grinds her body against John Cena while he is on top thrusting his cock into her pussy at quickening and firmer speeds. "Ahhh... mmm..." John grunts as he keeps his upper body pushed up as he slams his cock deeply and firmly into Ariel's pussy as she moves against his thrusting shaft. Ariel places her wicked hands on John Cena's muscular arms as she presses her sinisterly smooth legs tighter around his waist, sharply grinding her Vampiric cunt against his cock. "Ohhhhhh mmmmmm!" Ariel lustfully groans. "Ahhh... awww shit... mmmm!" John Cena slides his hands to Ariel's waist and sits up on his knees while at the same time pulls Ariel up towards him. The hunky hot Superstar then begins to bounce Ariel on his cock as he kneels on the bed. Ariel wickedly smirks as she slithers her hands up John's muscular arms and to his powerful shoulders as she sinisterly bounces on his rock hard cock. "Ohhhh! Mmmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly groans before she slides her demonic wet tongue against the left side of his handsome face. "Mmmmm... ahhh... ahhh..." John grits his teeth as Ariel slides her tongue against the left side of his face. John increases the pace of his thrusts as he helps Ariel bounce harder on his massive dick. "Mmmmm...ohhhh yesss...." Ariel hisses as she slides her tongue against his handsome face while sharply rocking forward on his cock. John closes his eyes as his cock starts to throb within Ariel's hot wicked Vampiric cunt as she rocks on it. "Ahhhh... ahhhhh!" John moans as he starts to cum inside of Ariel's pussy as she continues to slide her tongue all over his face. "Mmmmmm! Ohhhh...time to feast..." Ariel groans as she arches her seductive, sinister, extremely hot Vampiric body on his cock while his warm cum unloads. Ariel closes her eyes as she leans her head to the left side of John's neck, sharply sinking her Vampiric teeth into his neck. "OW... what the fuck!" John yells as Ariel begins to feast on the blood flowing into her mouth from his neck. John tries to push her away, but the Vampiric Vixen firmly holds on to him. "Mmmmm!" Ariel moans as she sinks her teeth deeper into John Cena's neck, rocking forward on his shaft as the sweet, warm blood fills her mouth. "Ahhhh shit... get the fuck... off!" John yells as Ariel manages to push him onto his back as she drinks his warm blood. Within moments, John passes out much to Ariel's sinister delight. Ariel lifts her head and licks the blood dripping from her Vampiric fangs after feasting on John Cena. "Mmmmm...." Ariel groans as she lifts herself off of John's cock. Ariel kneels on the bed and smirks down at the unconscious John Cena as blood flows from his neck onto the pillows on the bed. * * * On the fifth floor of the hotel, near one of the elevators, Johnny Nitro, wearing tight black pants and a white silk shirt, is waiting for the elevator doors to open. When the doors open, Nitro smirks as he sees the Vampiric Vixen Ariel inside of the elevator, "Going out tonight?" Nitro smirks as he steps into the elevator, unaware of how dangerous the Vampiric Vixen truly is. Ariel raises an eyebrow up at Johnny Nitro as he steps into the elevator joining the dangerous Vampiric Vixen. Ariel slides her wicked together against her sharp teeth as he hungrily locks her eyes on the impressive specimen of Johnny Nitro. "Oh you're not a talker? Or you're just speechless to be in the presence of an A-List star..." Nitro smirks as he presses the button for the lobby on the elevator's panel. Ariel presses her blood red lips together as she remains standing next to Johnny Nitro, slowly shifting her wicked eyes to admire the perfectly tanned and chiseled body of the A-List star. Nitro turns and looks at Ariel, "You're impressed right? I know I'm gorgeous... every girl loves to look at me..." Nitro says. Ariel slightly parts her blood red lips before she turns her hauntingly dark black haired head and locks her demonic eyes on the control panel of the elevator. Ariel slides her tongue against her sharp Vampiric teeth as the elevator comes to a sudden halt within the elevator shaft. "Whoa..." Johnny Nitro says after the elevator stops. "Aw come on... don't tell me we're stuck... I've got to get to the clubs..." Nitro says as he starts to smack buttons on the elevator's control panel. Ariel slyly moves over toward Johnny Nitro, standing directly behind the unaware A-Lister as she slithers her wicker hands against his muscular chest. Ariel grits her teeth and narrows her eyes as she leans forward and sinisterly whisper in his left ear "We can have a party here..." Ariel says with a hiss. Nitro tosses his hair back as Ariel slides her hands over his silk shirt covered chest, "Oh you do speak... and I like what you said..." Nitro smirks before licking his lips. Vamp of the Night Ariel slides her hands against his muscular, silk shirt covered chest from behind and lightly grazes her sharp fingernails against his chest. "You want to give to temptation..." Ariel hisses and flicks her wicked tongue against the left earlobe before she slides her hands away from his chest and returns to his back, slithering her hands down toward his waist. "Baby... I live a life of temptation.... I'm the ladies' delight every night..." Nitro says as he looks over his shoulder at Ariel as he begins to unbuckle his belt. Ariel wickedly smirks as she steps back and narrows her eyes when Johnny Nitro turns around to face her, sliding his belt from his waist. "You live a life of sin?" Ariel asks with a hiss. Nitro drops his belt so that he can unbutton his silk shirt to reveal his gorgeous abs, "With a body like this... sin is apart of life," Nitro says before he unbuttons and unzips his pants. Ariel slides her tongue against her Vampiric teeth as she starts to unzip her tight fitting red halter top, before she peels the top away from her large and wickedly juicy tits. Nitro smirks, "Nice..." Nitro says as he looks at Ariel's huge tits. Nitro pushes down his pants to free his cock, and the sinister Vampiric Vixen can see that his cock is one of the largest she's seen so far. "Perfect..." Ariel replies with a hiss as her demonic eyes lock on the hardening cock of Johnny Nitro. Ariel instantly slithers down to her knees in the elevator and wickedly locks her eyes up at Nitro as she starts to stroke his shaft with her sinister hands. "Hope you can handle it.... I've made plenty of girls scream with it..." Nitro says as Ariel uses both of her hands to stroke his cock to get it to become fully hard. Ariel grits her teeth and narrows her eyes as she looks up at Johnny Nitro as she slithers her hands against his cock before guiding his impressive shaft into her wickedly wet and warm mouth. "Ahhh..." Nitro moans as he watches Ariel take his cock half way into her mouth before she starts to bob her head back and forth. "Mmmmmm...." Ariel groans as she starts to swiftly bob her head on Johnny Nitro's cock, slithering her tongue against his shaft while she hungrily sucks on his cock. "Mmmmmm... yeah..." Nitro moans as Ariel whips her tongue against his cock as she bobs her head at an increasing pace while taking his shaft deeper into her mouth. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Ariel moans around Nitro's cock before she presses her sharp Vampiric teeth against his shaft and starts to rake them back and forth while sucking. Nitro licks his teeth as he places his hands on Ariel's dark haired head as she twists and turns her head on his meaty long cock. Ariel presses her blood red lips tighter around Nitro's thick cock as she rapidly and wickedly bobs, feasting on his cock. Ariel's tongue slaps against his shaft, splashing her wicked saliva. "Ahhh you like that big fucking dick don't you...." Nitro moans as Ariel drives him wild with the way she's sucking and slurping on his shaft. Ariel slowly lifts her head and grits her teeth as her wet saliva drips down his cock. "Mmmm...you enjoy the life of sin?" "Of course... I'm sexy as hell... would be a shame not to enjoy life," Nitro smirks as he tosses his hair back. Ariel licks her sinister, blood red lips as a wicked smirk appears on her face "Then fuck me..." Nitro smirks as he kneels on the elevator's floor while Ariel turns and positions herself on all fours. The gorgeous, well hung Superstar removes Ariel's short black skirt to reveal her round juicy ass, "I don't think anyone has been up here..." Nitro says as he spreads Ariel's ass cheeks apart before forcing his impressively thick cock into her asshole. "Ohhhhhh! Yessss!" Ariel hisses and tilts her head back as she feels Nitro's large cock stretching her Vampiric ass before he starts to swiftly and firmly pound his cock into her juicy, wicked ass. "Ahhh yeah.... take it... mmmm!" Johnny Nitro grunts as he holds Ariel's ass cheeks apart as he thrusts his cock deeper into Ariel's asshole. Nitro pushes Ariel forward whenever she pushes back, which keeps the Vampiric Vixen from taking all of his cock into her ass at once. Ariel slyly glances over her shoulder and wickedly smirks at Johnny Nitro as she sharply pushes back against his massive cock as she feels him thrusting quicker and deeper causing her to rock quicker on her knees. "Mmmmm awww...." Nitro grunts as he moves his left hand around Ariel's body so that he can force three of his fingers into her pussy. As he pounds her ass, Nitro roughly thrusts his fingers in and out of wet tight Vampiric cunt. Ariel slides her tongue against her Vampiric teeth as she grinds her pussy against his three fingers moving smoothly into her tight, wicked cunt. "Ohhhhh..." Ariel groans. "Yeah.... ahhh fuck... mmm!" Nitro moans as he drives his large cock balls deep into Ariel's asshole while he finger fucks her pussy with three of his left hand's fingers. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Ariel moans as she roughly pushes her Vampiric ass back against his cock, forcing him deeper and deeper into her ass. Nitro pulls his fingers out of Ariel's pussy before he suddenly jerks his cock out of her asshole, "Get up..." Nitro smirks as pulls Ariel up with him as he gets to his feet. Ariel presses her blood red lips together as she stands up in the elevator and turns around to face Nitro with a sly smirk. Nitro puts his hands on Ariel's waist and lifts her up so that he can impale her wicked wet pussy with his massive cock. As soon as Ariel wraps her legs around his waist, Nitro begins to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy before she leans back to hang upside from his waist as he fucks her. Ariel closes her eyes and slides her wicked tongue against her Vampiric teeth as she cross her arms against her large, wickedly juicy tits while she sways back and forth, hanging from his waist while he fucks her pussy. "Mmmmm fuck... that's hot..." Nitro smirks as he holds onto Ariel's waist as he thrusts his cock quickly and firmly in and out of her pussy. "Ohhhhh! Yesss! Give into your desire..." Ariel hisses and moans as she grinds her tight pussy against his shaft while he deeply drills his cock into her. Nitro increases the pace of his thrusts as Ariel hangs upside down form his waist. Nitro then begins to jerk Ariel's waist in different directions as he sharply drills her cunt. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhh yess!" Ariel moans as she presses her legs tighter around his muscular waist as her juicy tits bounce, while she sways back and forth hanging upside down. "Ahhh.... ahhh fuck... mmmm!" Johnny Nitro moans as he starts to cum inside of Ariel's wicked wet Vampiric pussy. As soon as the first burst of cum enters her pussy, Ariel pulls herself up and grabs Nitro's shoulders as he fills her pussy with cum. Ariel locks her dark, cold Vampiric eyes with Johnny Nitro as he sprays his cum into her pussy. "Mmmmm..." Ariel moans with blood-lusting hunger as she leans her head to Nitro's neck and sinks her teeth into the skin, as she instantly tastes the sour sweet, warm blood. "OHHHH FUCK!" Nitro groans in pain after she bites into his neck to begin feasting on his blood. Nitro stumbles backward, hits his head against the elevator doors and then slumps to the ground. Ariel licks her lips and lifts herself from Nitro after feasting on his warm blood. "Mmmm...what a fool...' Ariel hisses. * * * In side of the hotel lounge, Montel Vontavious Porter, wearing a tan colored suit, is sitting down at a private table with a drink in his hand, "Tell me the bar is closed, don't they know who the hell I am. I'm MVP." Montel says as he starts to drink his drink. "Care if I join you?" The eerie, hissing voice of the Vampiric Vixen Ariel asks as she suddenly appears to be standing at the side of the table that MVP is sitting at. The wicked and seductive Vampiric Vixen appears dressed in a wickedly hot and haunting black laced top and short skirt combination while holding a glass of blood-red wine in her left hand. Montel raises an eyebrow as he looks at Ariel, "You want to be near greatness? Sure sit down..." Montel says as he takes another sip of his drink. "Perfect..." Ariel says as she wickedly narrows her eyes and presses her blood red lips together as she takes a sip from her crystal clear glass. "Mmmm..." Ariel softly purrs at the taste of her drink while she slithers down to sit at the chair across from the cocky Montel Vontavious Porter. Montel doesn't say anything as he keeps his eyes on Ariel as she drinks her drink. Montel takes another sip of his drink and then licks his lips before he starts to feel Ariel's right foot sliding up against the side of his left leg underneath the table. Ariel smirks wickedly at MVP as she slowly sets her glass down on the table. Ariel slyly licks her blood red, moist lips as she glances around the darkened lounge area "It's quite dark here...I love it!" "That's because it's supposed to be closed, but since I am the highest paid athlete on SmackDown... they opened it up," Montel says with a boastful tone of voice. Ariel slowly nods her head "Interesting..." Ariel says with a hiss before she locks her wicked, dark and cold eyes on MVP. Ariel places her hands onto the surface of the table and leans forward slightly. The wine glass filled with dark, blood-red wine suddenly tips over and spills onto the lounge table, spilling onto his tan colored slacks. "What the hell?!" Montel yells angrily as he stands up quickly after the dark, blood-red colored wine stains his tan colored slacks. "You know how much my pants cost?! More than you make!" Montel yells. Ariel slyly smirks as she keeps her cold, dark eyes glared on MVP "Allow me to clean it up..." Ariel wickedly hisses before she sinks down on her chair and slithers underneath the lounge table. "Say what?!" Montel yells in confusion as he sits back down on his seat. Montel grabs a napkin to wipe his pants as Ariel starts to unbuckle his belt. Ariel presses her blood red lips together as she sits up on her knees underneath the lounge table as she slides the belt from around his waist and proceeds to unzip his tan colored slacks. Montel leans back on his seat to look underneath the table, "Just what the hell are you doing?" Montel asks as Ariel reaches into his slacks to pull out his unerect cock. Ariel hisses seductively from underneath the table as she firmly holds MVP's cock with her wicked right hand and slyly slides her wet tongue against the head of his gradually awakening and hardening cock. "If you think this is going to make me forget about what you did to my pants..." Montel starts to say as Ariel flicks her tongue against the piss slit of his cock, which makes him moans lightly. Ariel closes her cold, dark demonic eyes as she starts to slither her wet tongue around the head of Montel Vontavious Porter's gradually hardening shaft. Ariel wickedly flicks her tongue against his piss-slit, while nicely coating her sinisterly wet saliva on his cock. "Mmmm shit..." Montel Vontavious Porter moans as Ariel traces her tongue all around the head of his cock. Her warm, wet saliva drips down the length of his cock. Ariel opens her wickedly warm and wet mouth as she lowers her head and sinisterly devours his cock. Instantly, Ariel wraps her blood red lips around his cock firmly and starts to bob her head to feast and suck on his cock. "Ahhh... mmmm...." Montel moans as he tilts his head back as Ariel bobs her head up and down on rock hard cock while she's underneath the table. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Ariel wickedly moans as she steadily and swiftly bobs her head on his shaft while she grinds her lips against his cock. "Ohhh yeah... mmmm..." Montel moans as Ariel takes his cock further into her hot, wicked mouth as she hungrily feasts on it. Ariel starts to bob her head quicker and rougher on MVP's cock as she presses her Vampiric teeth against his shaft, sharply raking them on his cock while she deeply sucks. "Mmmm... shit.... ahhh yeah suck that dick..." Montel closes his eyes while Ariel begins to twist and turn her head on his stiff cock. Ariel lowers her head completely on his cock, holding his cock deep inside of her wicked mouth as her saliva drips down on his shaft. "Mmmmmmm!" Ariel moans as Montel starts to rock on his seat, thrusting his cock forward into Ariel's mouth as she deep throats him with ease. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Ariel sinisterly groans as she twists and turns her head roughly on his cock while she deviously feasts on his cock, forcing him as deep as she can into her hauntingly wicked mouth. "Ahhhh... fuck... ahhh... ahhh!" Montel Vontavious Porter moans loudly as he begins to cum inside of the sinister, wet, warm mouth of the Vampiric Vixen. Ariel slowly lifts her head from MVP's throbbing cock as his cum erupts from his shaft. "Mmmm..." Ariel wickedly groans as she watches the cum shoot out of his piss-slit. "Ohhhh... mmmm.... that almost makes up for what you did to my pants..." Montel groans as his cock starts to soften once he's finished cumming. Ariel wickedly slithers out from underneath the lounge table and stands up as she grits her teeth and locks her dark, cold eyes with MVP. Ariel stalkingly approaches Montel Vontavious Porter before she leans down and slithers her wet tongue against the side of his neck. The Vampiric Vixen opens her mouth to reveal her sharp Vampiric teeth before sinking them into his neck. "AHHHHH FUCK!" Montel screams as Ariel begins to feast on the blood spilling from his neck after she bit into him.. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel moans as she closes her eyes in pure lust as the warm, sweet blood of MVP fills her wicked mouth. Montel struggles for a few moments but he soon slumps over and passes out. Ariel slowly slides her tongue against her blood coated lips and smirks "Mmmmm..." Ariel moans before she quietly lifts the knocked over wine glass and sets it straight up on the lounge table. * * * In the hotel lobby, behind the check-in desk, Degeneration-X members Triple H, wearing jeans and a DX t-shirt, and Shawn Michaels, also wearing jeans and DX are checking the hotel registry. "Ok Hunter.... explain to me why are we down here?" Shawn says with a yawn. Triple H smirks, "To find out which room the little Exhibitionist is in..." Triple H says. "Exhibitionist? Hunter you know I'm a family man..." Shawn says. "Yeah whatever, I know once you see her strip you'd throw those morals right out the window..." Triple H laughs. "True... but you know what I say, protest now and have fun later," Shawn says with a laugh of his own. As Triple H clicks at the keyboard of the computer to search through the hotel registry, the monitor's screen suddenly blacks out. Shawn notices that the monitor's screen has gone black, "Ok, what did you do?" Shawn asks. "I didn't do anything..." Triple H says innocently, "Maybe you touched something..." "Hey, I don't mess with computers," Shawn says as he backs away and raises his hands up. The monitor's computer screen suddenly turns a dark, cold and eerie color of red before the lights in the hotel's lobby fade. "Hunter, you broke it...." Shawn says, "And you turned out the lights..." Shawn adds as he looks around. "I didn't do it!" Triple H says as he moves away from the hotel registry computer. "Two sinful, rogue degenerates full of sin...what a delight for me..." The wicked hissing for voice of Ariel fills the room before she suddenly appears laying against the surface of the registry desk. Shawn looks at Ariel and then at Triple H, "Hey wasn't Halloween last month?" Triple H shrugs, "Yeah... but this is Philadelphia..." Triple H replies as he and Shawn turn their attention back to the Vampiric Vixen. Ariel licks her wicked lips as she sits up on the registry desk, draping her sinister, smooth and seductively legs over the desk as she locks her eyes on Shawn Michaels and Triple H. "But you know..." Triple H says as he looks into Ariel's eyes, "Chicks in Philly do like to get freaky..." Triple H says. "And they don't come any freakier than this one..." Shawn says as he also looks into Ariel's eyes. Ariel spreads her sinister legs apart as she expose her smoothly shaven and wicked Vampiric cunt to the two DX Superstars. "You want to fuck me...." Ariel hisses as she licks her lips. "Sounds like a good idea to me..." Triple H licks his lips before he starts to undo his jeans. Shawn Michaels nods his head as he takes off his t-shirt before he begins to unbutton his jeans. The Vampiric Vixen slyly smirks as she slithers off of the counter and down onto the floor in front of Triple H and Shawn Michaels behind the registry desk. The two members of Degeneration- X lower their jeans from their waists, freeing their quickly hardening cocks. Triple H takes off his t-shirt as Ariel places her sinful hands on his and Shawn's dicks. Ariel wickedly smirks as she moves her right hand against Triple H's cock and her left hand against Shawn's cock as she roughly and smoothly guides her sinister hands against both hardening cocks. "Mmmmmm...." Shawn licks his lips as Ariel tightly grips his cock with her left hand. Triple H puts his hands on his muscular waist as Ariel leans her head forward to flick her tongue against his cock. "Mmmmmm..." Ariel wickedly groans as she slides her sinister tongue around the head of Triple H's impressively thick and solid, rock hard cock as she continues to slither her sinful hands against his and Shawn's cocks. "Ahhh someone has two words in mind..." Triple H groans as Ariel's tongue slithers all over the head of his cock. Shawn Michaels starts to thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock against Ariel's hand. Ariel grits her teeth as she lifts her head and turns to Shawn's cock before she slithers her wet tongue against the head of his cock, slyly flicking her tongue on his piss- slit. Ariel lowers her right hand to Triple H's large ball sack, roughly raking her fingernails while she wickedly works over the cock of Shawn Michaels. "Mmmmmm... ahhh..." Shawn Michaels moans as Ariel flicks and smacks her tongue against his harden cock. Triple H grits his teeth as Ariel scratches his balls with her extremely sharp fingernails. Ariel opens her wicked mouth and lowers her head as she wraps her blood red, sinister lips around Shawn's cock and starts to deviously suck and feast on his shaft. "Ahhh... ohhh shit...." Shawn moans as Ariel bobs her head at a slow, devious pace as she savors the taste of his cock. Triple H moves behind Ariel and pulls her up from the floor so that he can push his thick shaft into her wicked wet pussy. "Mmmmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly groans around Shawn's cock as she feels Triple H's sledgehammer-like cock sharply driving into her wickedly tight cunt. Ariel lips grind against Shawn's shaft as she rocks forward to take him deeper into her mouth. "Ahhhh... mmmm ahh..." Triple H grunts as he pistons his cock in and out of Ariel's pussy form behind. Shawn places his hands on Ariel's shoulders as she takes his cock further into her mouth thanks to Triple H's firm thrusts. Ariel presses her wicked, blood red lips around Shawn's cock as she sharply turns her head on his cock, lustfully and sinisterly feasting on his shaft. "Mmmmmmm!" Ariel groans as her salvia drenches his cock with her saliva and at the same time roughly guides her wicked Vampiric ass back against Triple H's muscular waist, forcing his cock deeper. "Ahhh... mmmm ahhh mmm..." Shawn Michaels grits his teeth as Ariel sucks his cock, Triple H firmly grabs Ariel's hips as he pumps his cock harder in and out of Ariel's cunt. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Ariel wickedly moans as her teeth grind against Shawn's cock while she deviously slurps and sucks on his nicely sized, rock hard shaft. Ariel closes her dark eyes as she rocks back against Triple H's cock while her pounds her wicked cunt. Vamp of the Night "She's... that... damn good..." Triple H grunts as he pounds Ariel's pussy with his sledgehammer like cock. Shawn Michaels takes a step back which causes his cock to fall from Ariel's sinister mouth. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh yessss!" Ariel moans and hisses as saliva drips from her mouth and down the cock of Shawn Michaels, while she feels Triple H's cock deeply ramming into her cunt from behind. "Want some of this Shawn?" Triple H asks as he pulls his cock out of Ariel's wicked pussy. "Of course..." Shawn says with a slight smirk. Triple H pulls his cock out of Ariel's pussy as Shawn lays down on the floor behind the check-in desk. Ariel licks her Vampiric teeth before she slithers down onto the floor with Shawn Michaels and slyly mounts her wickedly hot body onto his rigid, hard cock. "Mmmmm damn..." Shawn moans as Ariel sinks down on his stiff cock. Shawn places his hands on Ariel's thighs as Triple H kneels behind her. Triple H pushes Ariel to lean forward so that he can also push his cock into Ariel's pussy. "Ohhhhh! Yessss..." Ariel wickedly hisses as she feels Triple H forced his cock into her wickedly tight pussy along with Shawn's cock. Ariel plants her hands firmly onto Shawn's slightly hairy, toned chest as she starts to seductively move between the two DX partners. "Mmmm... ahhh...." Triple H grits his teeth as he firmly thrusts his cock against Shawn's dick as they fuck Ariel's Vampiric pussy. Shawn closes his eyes as he lifts his lower body to push his cock up into Ariel's double stuffed pussy. "Ohhhhh! Give in to all your wicked desires..." Ariel wickedly moans and hisses as she rocks on Shawn's cock to sharply push back against Triple H's cock both inside of her demonic pussy. "Aww.... she doesn't know us very well... does she?" Shawn asks with a moan as he thrusts his cock quicker up into Ariel's cock filled cock. "Nope..." Triple H grunts as he uses hard, sharp thrusts from behind that makes Ariel rock faster between him and Shawn. Ariel grits her teeth and narrows her cold, dark eyes as she rakes her sharp fingernails against Shawn's toned and slightly hairy chest as she sharply rocks forward feeling both cocks thrusting and stretching her wicked pussy. "Hey... easy!" Shawn snaps as Ariel scratches his chest with her sharp fingernails enough for him to bleed a little. Triple H pays no attention to what just happened to Shawn as he continues to drill Ariel's double stuffed pussy with his big hard dick. Ariel licks her teeth wickedly as she rocks forward with intense, demonically sharp movements as she grinds her pussy on his shaft. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Ariel moans and tilts her head back as Triple H slams his cock deeper into her stuffed pussy. Ariel wickedly smirks as she leans down and opens her warm Vampiric mouth, exposing her sharp teeth. Ariel lowers her head to the side of Shawn's neck and sinks her teeth into his neck. "YEOWWW!" Shawn yells as Ariel bites into his neck just as he starts to cum inside of her pussy. Shawn kicks his legs wildly as Ariel feasts on the blood flowing from his neck. "Mmmmmmm!" Ariel moans as she tastes his sweet, metallic blood filling her mouth. Triple H raises an eyebrow and smirks as he looks at his cum on Ariel's ass, "Yeow? Shawn really... you shoot you load and you say yeow?" Triple H says as he gets up from the floor, not realizing the danger he's now in. Ariel slowly turns her head back and wickedly smirks at Triple H with Shawn's blood dripping of her Vampiric teeth and lips. "You're next..." Ariel says with a hiss. Triple H looks at Ariel, "You got a little something on your teeth..." Triple H says before he then realizes that Shawn isn't moving beneath Ariel. Ariel narrows her eyes and wickedly laughs as she lifts herself from the motionless Shawn Michaels "Time to feast..." Ariel says with an eerie hiss. * * * In CM Punk's hotel room, the popular Straightedge Extremist is waking up thanks to his alarm clock going off. Punk looks at the clock and groans, "Damn... quarter after five..." Punk says as he gets out of bed and heads over to the bathroom, wearing only a pair of knee-length black shorts. CM Punk yawns as he flips on the lights inside of the hotel's bathroom and turns on the faucet allowing the cold, calming water to run down into the sink. CM Punk looks into the mirror with his tired eyes and cups his hands into the sink in order to pool some cold water in his hands before splashing the water into his face. Punk rubs his hands against his now wet face before rubbing the 'sleep' from his eyes. Punk then reaches to the right and picks up a small hand down and uses it to wipe his face. "Man.. tonight's going to be crazy..." Punk says as he looks back into the mirror and turns his head slightly to determine if he should or should not shave. CM Punk pauses and raises an eyebrow as the Vampiric Vixen Ariel appears behind him in the mirror, licking her wickedly sharp Vampiric teeth with hungry lust. CM Punk quickly turns away from the mirror and looks over his shoulder to finding nothing behind him in the bathroom. "Huh?" Punk looks around with confusion. Punk then shrugs his shoulders, "Maybe I should've stayed in bed a bit longer..." Punk says as he rubs his chin a bit. The Straightedge Extremist then turns to face the sink once again. "Don't you just look delicious..." The sinister Ariel says with a hiss as she sits on the edge of the bathtub with a sly, wicked smirk on her haunting face. Punk jumps a bit after hearing Ariel's sly seductive voice. He turns towards the bathtub, "Hey it's too early for games..." Punk says as he looks at Ariel and then pauses, "How did you get in here?" "That it none of your concern..." Ariel says as she presses her blood red lips together and slyly stands up from sitting on the edge of the bathtub before she starts to seductively approach the confused, handsome Straightedge Extremist. Punk uses his right hand to turn off the sink's faucet, "What does that mean?" Punk asks as he watches Ariel walk towards him. Ariel hungrily licks her blood red lips as she slides her hands against her large Vampiric tits. "I want to feast...and you're going to help me..." Ariel says as she comes face to face with CM Punk before removing her hands from her wickedly large and hot tits to place her hands against his tattoo covered, toned chest. Ariel smirks at CM Punk as her hands start to slither her hands down his chest. "Feast?" The look on Punk's face perfectly copies the confusion in his voice, "I've heard it called a lot of things... but that's no one of them..." Punk says. Ariel raises an eyebrow and smirks as she slides her wicked hands down to the waist of his knee-length black shorts and starts to push them down, while at the same time she slithers down onto her knees in front of him. Punk keeps his eyes on Ariel as he places his hands on the surface of the sink as she begins to tug down the shorts he's wearing. As Punk's shorts are pulled down from his waist, his very long cock becomes exposed as it begins to harden. Ariel grits her wicked Vampiric teeth and seductively glares up at CM Punk as she sinisterly slithers her demonic hands along his hardening shaft. Ariel locks her haunting head and slithers her wet tongue on the head of his cock. "Ahhhh... mmm..." Punk moans as Ariel wickedly laps her tongue against the head of his cock while her hand sinfully move along the length of his shaft. Ariel locks her dark, cold eyes with CM Punk as she laps her wicked tongue against the head of CM Punk's cock while she slithers her hands up and down his rock hard Straightedge cock. "Ahh.... ahhh..." Punk moans a bit louder as Ariel flicks her tongue against the piss slit of his cock while at the same time she strokes it. Punk keeps his eyes locked on Ariel's dark, cold eyes as she takes less than an inch of his cock past her blood red colored lips. "Mmmmmm..." Ariel wickedly groans as she wraps her blood red lips around CM Punk's cock and starts to deviously and hungrily move her head on his cock, wickedly sucking on his cock. "Ahhh.... awww...." Punk moans as he moves his hips slightly as he tries to push more of his cock into Ariel's mouth, but Ariel only allows him to get roughly five inches of his incredibly long cock past her lips. Ariel closes her eyes as she starts to bob her head quicker along CM Punk's cock, causing her wicked lips to brush back and forth against his shaft, occasionally twisting and turning her head on his cock. "Ohhhh.... mmmm..." Punk moans as he tilts his head back as Ariel twists and turns her head on his cock while she takes over half of it past her lips. Ariel slowly slithers her wet tongue against the bottom side of CM Punk's long and thick cock as she suddenly deep throats his entire cock. "Mmmmmm!" Ariel groans as her saliva drips on his cock. "Awww.... fuck!" Punk moans loudly as Ariel impales her own throat with his long and thick cock. Punk grips the front edge of the sink with his hands as Ariel holds his dick within her mouth as her nose presses against his smoothly shaved crotch. Ariel slowly pulls her head back from CM Punk cock and slyly lifts her eyes to glare up at the Straightedged Extremist while her saliva drips from his cock. "Damn...." CM Punk simply says as he watches Ariel flick her tongue one last time against his cock before she begins to rise to her feet. Ariel locks her dark, cold eyes with CM Punk and presses her blood red lips together before she steps around CM Punk and bends over the edge of the sink, causing her short black skirt to lift over her wicked Vampiric ass. CM Punk smirks slightly as he turns around and pushes Ariel's short skirt up even higher. The handsome Straightedge Extremist then guides his thick, long saliva cock into Ariel's wicked, wet and hot pussy. "Ohhhhh...." Ariel groans and grits her teeth as she feels his large cock entering her wickedly tight pussy from behind. Ariel places her hands onto the mirror as she starts to rock against the sink while Punk fucks her from behind. "Ahhhh.... mmmm...." Punk licks his lips as he puts his hands on Ariel's hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of Ariel's pussy. Punk's thrusts are fairly firm and slow at first, but he gradually increase his pace as he fucks the wicked Vampiric Vixen. Ariel grits her teeth tighter as she feels CM Punk's cock ramming deeper and firmer into her wet, wicked pussy from behind. "Ohhhhhh..." Ariel moans as she rocks back and sharply pushes her wicked ass against his toned waist. "Ahhh... awww..." Punk grunts as he slides his hands from Ariel's hips and places them on her large juicy tits as he pumps his cock deeper and sharper into Ariel's sinister cunt. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh yesss..." Ariel hisses as she rocks back and forth while bent over the sink inside of the hotel bathroom. Ariel licks her Vampiric teeth as she grinds her wicked pussy back against his deeply thrusting cock. "Mmmm.... ohhhh yeah... mmmmm!" Punk drives his cock quicker in and out of Ariel's pussy while he fucks her over his hotel room's bathroom sink. The Straightedge Superstar pulls his cock out of Ariel's cunt and then turns her around so that he can lift her onto the edge of the bathroom sink. Ariel smirks and tilts her head back as she wraps her sinisterly legs around CM Punk's waist, pulling the Straightedged Extremist towards her and back into her wicked pussy. "Mmmmm...." Punk moans as his cock re-enters Ariel's wicked pussy. Punk places his hands on Ariel's thighs as he resumes pumping his dick in and out of her twat as she puts her hands on his shoulders. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh yessss..." Ariel hisses as she rocks back and forth on the edge of the sink while CM Punk deeply thrusts his cock into her wicked pussy. "Ahhh yeah... mmmm fuck yeah..." CM Punk grits his teeth as he pounds Ariel's pussy with quick hard thrusts. Punk leans his head forward as he takes his hands off of Ariel's thighs and lays them on the sink's surface. Ariel lightly lifts herself from the sink's surface and starts to sharply grind and push her wicked pussy against his deeply thrusting cock. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh yessss..." Ariel hisses and moans. "Mmmmm ahhh... ahhhh.... ahhhh!" Punk grunts as he slams his cock all the way into Ariel's pussy one more time as he starts to cum inside of her sinister twat. "Mmmmmm...Yes..." Ariel hisses as she places her hands onto CM Punk's shoulders before she leans forward and opens her wicked mouth to expose her Vampiric teeth. Ariel closes her eyes as she sinks her sharp teeth into the skin of CM Punk's neck, instantly drawing the sweet, sickly warm taste of his blood. "Aww hell!" Punk yells after feeling Ariel's teeth enter the flesh of his neck. The Straightedge Superstar tries to jerk his head away from Ariel but she thrusts herself off of the sink to get on top of Punk as he falls down to the floor of the bathroom. Ariel slowly lifts her head from CM Punk's neck and her dark eyes roll back as she feasts on his blood. * * * Meanwhile, down in the basement of the hotel, Rated RKO members Edge, wearing jeans and black t-shirt, Randy Orton, dressed in jeans and a gray t-shirt, and Lita have found the long black coffin that belongs to Ariel. "What the hell is this?" Edge smirks as he kicks the coffin. "Looks like the prop used by those Vampire wannabes on ECW..." Randy laughs. "Would make sense because like the ECW brand, they suck," Edge smirks as he looks at his R-Rated, redheaded girlfriend Lita, "What you think babe?" Lita presses her lips together and tosses her fiery red hair back "It's so pathetic..." Lita says with a roll of her eyes as she stands next to her boyfriend The Rated R Superstar, while dressed in a pair of slightly baggy black pants and a low-cut white top. "Wonder if anything... or anyone is inside..." Randy laughs as he bends down to open the coffin. When he opens it, he, Edge and Lita can see the interior of the coffin with a silk pillow and well-cushioned bottom. "Looks like someone loves to get in that thing," Edge smirks as he then looks at Lita, "Hey babe... this giving you any ideas? "Edge asks as he slides his hands against Lita's baggy black pants covered ass. Lita licks her teeth and slyly raises an eyebrow "Mmm...babe, I think I have an idea..." Lita says with a laugh as she turns and takes his hands with her hands while she leans against the coffin, pulling Edge towards her "You wanna fuck me in this coffin, right babe?" "You bet I do..." Edge licks his teeth as he pulls his hands away from Lita's and begins to push down her baggy black pants from her waist. "Hey what about me?" Randy smirks as he takes off his shirt, revealing his perfectly tanned and toned upper body, knowing what the answer is going to be. Lita laughs and tosses her fiery red haired head "Fuck Randy! Get those pants off, you know I love sucking that dick..." Lita says lustfully as Edge places his hands onto her sinful waist and lifts her onto the edge of the coffin, while Randy Orton eagerly climbs onto the coffin to stand inside of it. "You love sucking any dick..." Edge says with a grin as he pulls Lita's pants off from her legs to reveal her smoothly shaved pussy. The Rated R Superstar leans down and begins to lap his tongue against Lita's pussy while at the same time he's unbutton his jeans. Meanwhile, Randy has gotten his jeans off while he stands inside of the coffin and his cock is already fully hard, "Come on Lita... it's been nearly three hours since my dick has been down your throat..." Randy grins as the raunchy redheaded Diva grabs his cock. Lita sinfully grins as she looks up at Randy Orton "I know! What a shame!" Lita says with a laugh as she slides her wet tongue against the head of Randy Orton's cock, while she feels her boyfriend Edge lapping his tongue against her sinfully hot pussy. "Ohhhh...mmmm..." Lita moans as she opens her mouth and takes Randy's cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips perfectly around his shaft. "Mmmmm fuck yeah... suck that cock..." Randy moans as he grabs a handful of Lita's red hair as she starts to bob her head on his cock. Edge uses his left hand to push off his own pants as he tilts his head from side to side as he smacks his highly skilled tongue against Lita's deliciously wet pussy. "Mmmmmm...." Lita moans around Randy Orton's cock as she smoothly and steadily bobs her head along the length of his rock hard, thick cock. Lita's pouty, slutty lips rub back and forth on his shaft as she sucks while she grinds her sinful pussy against Edge's face and tongue. "Mmmmm yeah.... ohhh yeah..." Randy moans as he starts to thrust his cock in and out of Lita's mouth as she eagerly sucks it. "Mmmmmm..." Edge smirks as he pushes his tongue past Lita's pussy lips and into her cunt. The Rated R Superstar twirls his tongue around inside of Lita's pussy as she puts her left hand on top of his head. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Lita groans as she drapes her smooth, sexy and seductive legs onto Edge's shoulders as she starts to firmly push her wet pussy against Edge's tongue while his dart deeply spears into her cunt. Lita places her right hand around Randy's shaft and twists her hand on to bottom half of his cock while she rapidly and greedily bobs her head along Randy Orton's cock, taking him deeper. "Ohhh fuck swallow that fucking cock!" Randy groans as he thrusts his hips forward so that Lita is forced to deep throat his entire cock. Edge, meanwhile, is eagerly tongue fucking Lita's pussy as she humps his face in an attempt to get his tongue further inside of her. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Lita closes her eyes as she wildly twists and turns her fiery red haired head on Randy Orton's cock as her wet saliva splashes against his cock. Lita taps her wet tongue against the bottom side of Randy's cock. Lita's lustful moans vibrate against Randy's cock as she feels Edge sucking on her delicious, wet and sinful clit. "Mmmmm!" Edge moans as he sucks on Lita's clit before he lifts his head up from her pussy, "Fuck her Randy... she's gonna suck my dick now..." Edge says as he takes off his shirt before he climbs into coffin to join Lita and Randy. "Sounds fucking good to me..." Randy smirks as he jerks his cock out of Lita's slutty mouth. Lita licks her sinful lips as she eagerly turns on her knees to face the Rated R Superstar and her boyfriend Edge. Lita sits up on her knees and sticks her sultry ass into the air while she wraps her hands around Edge's Rated R cock and starts to eagerly stroke his shaft. "Mmmm fuck yeah baby... "Edge moans as Lita jerks him off with both of her hands. Randy kneels behind Lita and spreads her ass cheeks apart so that he can forcefully shove his cock up into her tight asshole. "Ohhhhh shit..." Lita moans as she opens her mouth and takes the head of Edge's cock into her mouth and begins to eagerly suck on his Rated R cock. Lita closes her eyes and bobs her fiery red haired head on his cock while she rocks back on her knees to pussy her sultry ass back against Randy's thick and hard cock. "Mmmm yeah.... ahhhh fuck..." Randy grunts as he pumps his cock deeply in and out of Lita's asshole. Edge grabs two handfuls of Lita's fiery red hair as she bobs her head rapidly on his long and meaty cock. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Lita moans as she slobbers all over Edge's cock with her wet saliva while she smoothly and expertly moves her head to suck his Rated R cock with ease. The sinful sexpot, Lita, turns her head to tease his cock with her lips as she firmly pushes back on Randy's cock, pressing her sultry ass against his muscular and tanned waist. "Ahhhh yeah baby you know what I like..." Edge smirks as he pulls on Lita's red hair as she works over his cock with her mouth. Randy Orton smacks Lita's tanned ass as he rams his cock deeper and harder into her tight asshole. Lita lifts her head from Edge's cock as her wet saliva drenches and drips from his Rated R cock. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhh fuck!" Lita grits her teeth as she places her hands down onto the coffin's inner surface and sharply rocks back on her knees against Randy deeply thrusting cock. Vamp Pt. 01 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to my copy editor estragon and my friends Elliot and Bill for their support... A supernatural love story... was it so strange that two women would love one another? The Summer of 1953 Central Park, New York City... Apprehension made her sound belligerent. "Ambrosius, why do you keep coming back? I told you I'm not interested. Why don't you leave me alone?" She desperately searched for a policeman, knowing she wouldn't find one, knowing it wouldn't have made a difference. It never did. "It's just 'Ambrose', now. I wanted to..." he started to say. It was always the same, each time they met. "It would have been better to just leave it. The past is over... it's dead." She gazed at Ambrose and his wolf through her dark sunglasses, her only protection against the bright light. Ever since that night, after her hair eventually turned white and her eyes gave up their color, she looked like an albino. So many years, she had been forced to come out only at night. Even on such a warm day, she wore her clothes black, altogether too somber yet reflecting the existence she knew she had but so necessary to gain all the warmth she could. She always felt cold. She hated New York. "The past is never dead," he disagreed, as he had done once before. "It's the past that makes us what we are today." For a quick moment, anger flashed across his face, and disappeared. He never showed emotion... except that one night, an eternity ago. Lorelei jumped to her feet from the park bench, her small lunch still in her hands. "I... I have to be getting back," she said, looking to see if anyone was near. "Aren't you going to finish your lunch before you go?" There was a cruel little smile of satisfaction on his lips, which made it clear it had been his intention to leave her unsettled. She glanced at the half-eaten sandwich she still held in her hand. "I'm not very hungry, any more." She threw it toward the gathering flock of pigeons near the bench and grabbing her bag, she set off blindly, desperate to leave him behind, sensing doom if she stayed any longer, sure that he had no intention of letting her escape so easily. A strong cool hand settled on her elbow, bringing her to a halt and quickly swung her around. "You're going in the wrong direction," he smirked. His grip tightened on her arm and would have hurt... if she could still be hurt... physically. Her arm burned from his cold touch; she was unsure that she would be able to stand if she stayed there any longer. Lorelei began to walk as quickly as she could toward the park gate, anxious... no, desperate to leave him behind. "What have you been doing... since you left me?" Ambrose asked, easily keeping pace with her, without effort. "I think leaving without even saying goodbye not to be very loving." "If I had stayed, it wouldn't have worked," she muttered, desperately. "We would have ended up hating each other, so much sooner." 'Again', she thought, thinking of the same dance they did every time they met. "I don't hate you," Ambrose said, sincerely. At least, he believed it, no matter how many times he had hurt her. "Perhaps I feel that emotion enough for both of us. I did love you... once." She looked down at the ground, wondering if the tears would come, this time. "But, not enough to let me live with you. You wanted me but on your terms and I couldn't live with that... I really couldn't live with that." She thought that ironic, as if they were really living, anymore. They had reached the small bookstore she owned and she fumbled with the keys, trying to open the locked door. "Please," she said, "just leave me." "So... why haven't you married... on YOUR terms?" he softly enquired. Without thinking, she said, "I have... I just forgot to mention it." Lifting her hand, she showed him the false gold ring on her finger, opened the door, stepped through and locked the door in his face. A futile gesture, she knew. No locked door or window had ever kept him out if he desired entrance. Somehow, her wobbling legs carried her through the aisles of books into the back room where she sank on the nearest chair and covered her face with her hands. If she could cry, she would, but as she had learned, to her dismay, the undead don't easily cry. She hated him... hated him. His words had burned in her cold, dead heart for centuries. "All the love was on my side," he had said, so very long ago. But, it hadn't been. She had loved him fiercely, with every part of her soul... the soul he had taken from her, damning her for eternity. From their very first meeting, it had seemed a twisted fairy tale romance, starting with what seemed love at first sight. They had met that cold, winter day in England, two months after 'Holy Innocents' Day'. ********** Late winter, 1632 The English countryside... It was a miserable night; a lazy wind cut through her too-thin hooded cloak and blew melting flakes of snow into her face. Head bent, she had hurried down the stone steps of the church and ran directly into him... him, who had not been there a moment before. The impact sent her reeling and after she stumbled backwards, she ended in a heap in the mud before the great stone building. Before she could gather her wits, the man was crouching before her, an apparent look of concern on his pale face. "Pray, forgive me, lass," he said, "methinks thy countenance be sad... art thou hurt? Be not dismayed, for succor is at hand." She looked at his features; the pale skin beneath the thick, white hair, his crooked smile that immediately made her want to kiss it and her heart skipped a beat. It was the most interesting face she had ever seen, certainly that of a nobleman, albeit not one she recognized from the area. His eyes... his eyes shone like bright, burning red-hot coals; one look at them and she was lost. "Art thou hurt, lass?" he asked. She heard him without hearing him. It was in her mind, her soul, her heart. "A thousand pardons, kind sir," she said, "I did not see thee." "'Tis a forgivable sin, methinks. Allow me," he said, quietly without speaking. He put his hand out and helped her to her feet. "Thou art as a gracious moon, but what doth thy beauty serve?" She heard him, once again, in her mind. "Thou livest too far away to reach there, tonight. We shall find a room at the inn." "Thou dost what thou mayest," she replied, caught in his spell. Without concern, wrapping her cloak around her tightly, seeking warmth, she followed him down the lane to the Boar's Head Inn. There was an air of toughness and strength about him. He looked confident without being cocky. "With the strumpet, it will be more," said the keeper and then, her rescuer stared at the man and scowled. "If thou proceedest in insolence, I will slay thee and use thy scarlet robes to carry thee out of this place. Thy courage ye may try by combat, if thou durst." "Me apologies, m'Lord. Let me show thee to thy room, the best in the house." Unconsciously, she had been favoring her left foot and now, after standing in the relative warmth of the inn, she gave a gasp at the swift sharpness of pain. He stooped and his long, cool fingers moved gently but purposefully over her ankle, pressing and probing. "Methinks nothing's broken. It be just a sprain. I see 'tis starting to swell, already. I will help thee once we've found our bed." Lorelei looked at him, still unaware that he had not truly spoken once. "No... there's no need, kind sir." "'Tis the least, lass... Lorelei." He knew her name although she had never told him and yet was not surprised. They sat side by side on the bed, sipping the warm, dark ale that the keeper had brought. The room was silent yet their conversation continued. She looked at his face in profile; it had a strange, stark masculinity that thrilled her and she not once thought it difficult to be sharing a room with a man she had just met. His hands smoothed over her ankle and the dull, burning pain disappeared enough that it was as if never there. When he drew her into his arms, her lips parted with a soft sigh. She was his and he knew it. There never was a question, either from him or her, once they had met. He moved closer and kissed her face, her closed eyes, her throat... he lingered at her throat and she felt his fingers open her cloak and slip it away from her body as he buried his face against the warm swell of her breast. She made a sigh, somewhere between a gasp and a groan and soon every inch of her skin was burning while his breath made her shiver and her nipples firmed and ached for his touch. Her eyes closed, her dark lashes lying on his cheeks, his mouth travelled over the soft curves, seeking, until it found its goal and he suckled deeply while she gasped and shuddered at the feelings he was causing and then she felt the bite, she felt the skin tear as the burn started and filled her soul. She wanted to say 'I can not stand it,' but couldn't and yet understood that she would become the latest lover in a long line of mistresses. "Thou art mine," he said. "Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town, to celebrate the joy that we hath enjoyed?" She had no answer for him and lay supine, awaiting his continued transgressions upon her body. Catching her lip in her teeth, she wished fervently that she had never met him... yet, what was she to do? Pain lanced out through her at the thought, pain that clearly showed through her face. "I know not where I am, nor what I do," she whispered. He lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. "No?" Her usual honesty brought the truth. "No." His cold kiss stopped her words and then with careful fingers, touched her breasts. His manner was now so cool that she wondered if he had finished with her. Perhaps he only liked experienced women. Close to tears, she found herself unable to ask him, unable to speak at all. She wished she was still in his arms, transported for that short moment into a magical world of passion and delight... but now, his hands, his kiss, had grown cold and impersonal. "'Tis only I that must be disgraced." He swept her back into his arms. "Let us dine royally at this golden feast," he said, in her mind, and sunk his teeth into her breast, once again. The following morning, he appeared to be his normal self, as she now knew what his normal self was and he told her they were to slip away. For the rest of the day, as they traveled to the next town in the country, she prayed under her breath to a God that had abandoned her to her own damnation. "How can I suffer hell so to prevail?" she cried in her heart. "My breast I'll burst with my grief." No tears really came. Her time for crying had come and gone, seemingly forever. "If I could only die," she said. "Thy hour is not yet come," he replied, "nor will it, now." "Oh, would I were to die... the shame hereof will make me hide my head." Before he could answer, the carriage hit another pothole in the lane and she bounced her head against the roof. At one time, such violence would have hurt her yet, now, there was nothing. She marveled at the strange turn of events and wondered if she would even be missed as the carriage carried her farther and farther away from the small village she had lived her entire life. Perhaps, her brother might care... perhaps not. She no longer cared. That evening, they arrived at the outskirts of Canterbury, and as she alighted from the coach, her nose wrinkled in disgust from the putrid smell of sewage lying on the cobbles. "Virtuous Madam," said the driver, "since your ladyship is not at leisure..." Whatever else the man would have said sank into silence as her companion glanced at him. "Beggin' your pardon, sir," the driver said. With a flap of his traveling cape, Dracolya led her into another of what became a long line of inns until one day, they finally arrived in London. The closer they journeyed toward the capital and King, speeding into town to beat the sunset, the more his countenance shifted. As she watched, his features were now handsome and clean-cut, his face strong and well defined, his hair white, yet he looked fit and healthy and virile. And... he turned to smile at her. When they reached the Swan, a black and white half-timbered inn on the outskirts of a small, once prosperous village, he took a room for three nights. After a walk and a late meal, they climbed the wooden stairs and he followed her into their room, which lay under the eaves. There was a faded patchwork quilt on the bed and sheets that seemed clean. The casement windows, with their leaded panes, were thrown open to the night air. After staring out toward a distant copse of trees, etched dark against the sky, Ambrosius turned abruptly to gaze upon her. Something in his face made her breath catch in her throat and the small scars on her breast burned when in a level voice, almost casually, he told her they were to be married. It was towards dawn when, utterly content, she lay in his arms and he once again spoke to her in her mind. "We'll get married as soon as we reach London." She was surprised. Marriage? It had never seemed a part of their malevolent bargain. It was all she could do to just nod her head. He gathered her into his arms and just held her tightly, his cheek against her hair. When at last he kissed her, she expected the burn of his bite and the fear made her stiffen but then, she returned his kiss with eagerness, a feeling of melting against him, once again, holding nothing back. All through the time they had been together, they had not consummated their relationship and if he had intended to wait until they were married, her innocent fervor was enough to tip the scales. He kissed her deeply before lifting her onto the high bed and though she was inexperienced, she became an equal partner, matching his passion with her own. His hand spread over her shining hair and he cradled her head against his chest with tenderness, a tenderness he had kept hidden until now. After a while, he raised her chin, gazed into her still delicate face and gave a low murmur, his mouth closing over hers. He kissed her with a combination of hunger and need, warmth and passion. She prepared herself for the bite she knew would come before the night was through. Lorelei put her arms around his neck and held him, returning his kiss, clinging to him with the same overwhelming need, a hunger that was born in hell and felt like heaven. Ambrosius lifted her high in his arms and began taking her clothes off without haste. When she was totally naked, he rolled her onto her stomach and smoothed his hand down the line of her spine, measured her slim waist, followed the smooth curve of her hips and the cheeks of her buttocks and then her long, slender legs to her narrow feet. He let his lips follow his fingers, his pointed white teeth giving her an occasional small bite. She squirmed and gasped, finding the stroke of his tongue in the sensitive hollow behind her knees, and then her toes. "Sir," she started to say, trying to explain she couldn't stand much more but he kissed her, once again. He planted a series of moist bites along the length of her throat before dropping to the swell of her breasts and there, he sucked for a moment, raising her to a fever pitch and yet she felt her skin grow cold. Spreading her legs a little apart, he worked his way down the silky whiteness of one inner thigh and back up the other. Even when she felt his weight, he lay motionless. "Is this what thou truly wants? Thou must be sure." She listened to him, knowing how aroused he was... she marveled at his sense of control. "Yes, yes... I do." Lorelei pressed her lips to his and wound her arms around his body, pressing her breasts against his chest. His exploring mouth swept over hers with a surge of cold passion... the more he demanded, the more she gave, answering and anticipating his every move. Her lips parted and her tongue entwined with his in a silent dance. Her long legs entwined with Ambrosius', her seeking hands slipping beneath his shirt to stroke and caress his strong back. Her kisses moved lower, across his jaw and down his neck, biting on her own journey of discovery. The tip of her tongue, flicking out to tantalize, savored the warm, salty taste of blood. He moaned with pleasure, shifting so that his body covered hers. He settled on top of her with a deep, hungry kiss, seeking blood of his own. It felt so good, so perfect, to hold him close. As he kissed her and kissed her, sucking the blood that now freely flowed as his hands roamed over her, inch by now pale inch, and suddenly, he slid between her legs. He lifted a hand and skimmed the now creamy white skin on her shoulders and bare breasts, her nipples now pale white and taut against his touch. She closed her eyes and arched her body up against his, seeking the cold, hard arousal he offered her. Holding her breasts in both hands, he lowered his head and slowly bit one nipple, drawing dark red-brown blood that slowly flowed to his lips, his tongue tasting the metallic flavor as it quickly clotted on his face. Her body rippled with the shock, as if struck by lightning, a special shake that brought only the most intense sensual pleasure she had ever felt. Ambrosius' tongue swirled lazily around the tip of one now bloody breast and then the other. Wave after burning wave moved through her body as she felt, for the first and last time, a heat gathering between her legs, between her thighs, at the once fertile center of her womanhood. She slipped her hand between their bodies, managed to cover his rock-hard erection, and felt his body shudder in her arms. Any doubts that clouded her mind earlier disappeared with her desire... she simply wanted to make love to a man and knew she'd never felt the same again. She had to make love with him, there was no doubt in her heart and she'd remember the next moment for the rest of her damned life, no matter how long her eternal nightmare might last. He slowly slipped inside her and she gasped at the first shock of their joining and gripped his shoulders tightly. He kissed her neck, running his teeth against her skin as he took her virginity once and forever. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with tears, for the last time. She didn't know what to say. He began to move slowly, easily deep within as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, body and soul... to the sensation of being joined with him. Her arms circled his back instinctively and her legs wrapped around his hips. She felt the controlled power in his body as he set a slow, tantalizing rhythm. She matched each powerful thrust with one of her own, in a slow, sensual dance that both filled and gave birth to a desire deep within her. Then the tempo of their movements quickened; she surrendered to the mysterious power he had over her as his body drove deeper and faster. Wave after wave of coldness burned through her and she felt her body cleave to him, their rhythm growing wilder and fiercer. As she surrendered herself totally to him and her own deep need, the pleasure grew so intense, so sweet and so agonizingly sharp. She yearned for release yet wished it could last forever. Finally, she felt herself shatter in his arms and she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling as a cold dagger flashed through her, leaving her shaking with pleasure again and again in its wake. Awakening slowly, Lorelei gradually became aware of a feeling of physical satisfaction, one that she had never known before. Stretching, she discovered the slight stiffness, the tenderness, the ache, that a night of uninhibited lovemaking left in its wake. Lorelei touched her cold skin... skin with pallor of winter's gray sky... skin with tiny scars even now disappearing. Vamp Pt. 01 ********** Early autumn, 1953 New York City... Lorelei had hurried from the park and into her bookstore, wondering how long he had known where she was... a day, a week, a year? Five years? For them, time had no meaning save to mark the seasons. She sat down in the small kitchen; putting her arms down on the table and then her head, trying to cry, she thought back to when she had come to this new land. The trip had been perilous and for several days, she had nightmares of floating in the cold Atlantic for eternity if the ship were to sink. How could the undead drown? Let alone cry? Lorelei heard the shop bell tinkle and went to see the customer. Without a word, she took him to the right section of the store and gave him the three books and two magazines he had been looking for all year. Another satisfied customer, she thought. "Dragons in Amber," by Willy Ley, Heinlein's "The Green Hills of Earth," "Galaxy" science fiction, several others... her business had grown through word of mouth, one satisfied customer after another until the store was bringing in more than a thousand dollars a week. ********** Spring, 1921 Basin Street, New Orleans... Once, she thought she could escape his cold influence, hoping for an existence away from what she knew was demon-spawn. After the Colonial War of Rebellion, she had stowed away on a ship that eventually arrived in French New Orleans. Disappearing into the Basin Street area, ten years later she had her own brothel, filled with 'octoroon' and 'quadroon' girls, as they were known then, catering to the wishes of Southern 'gentlemen' with a predilection for colored girls with impeccable manners. As time went by, she was able to expand until she had one of the most private 'gentlemen's clubs in the French Quarter, a three-story building overlooking a park. Since the girls came and went, usually marrying well-to-do men entranced with their beauty, she was able to buy and sell the house to herself time and time again. Over the years, she had one favorite or another until there was Isabel, an eighteen year old fair-skinned quadroon beauty who loved to write poetry. If Lorelei could have ever had a daughter, it would have been her. Occasionally, there was a photographer, Bellocq, who came to see the girls of Storyville and take their portraits. "For history," he had said, never posing one girl or another, but seeing them for what they were, young women in search for that elusive love. Rather than the pervasive vices lurking in shabby taverns, dank bordellos, dark alleys inhabited by drug addicts and alcoholics, her 'gaming house' was well lit, full of entertainment and of the loveliest girls in the city. And yet, she knew the aura of decadence surrounding her trade supplied a means for the city to develop a tourism trade, the vice stirring the imagination of free-spending, joy-seeking men from out of town. "Oh, Thomas, you are so welcome. Yes, Isabel is waiting for you, that is, unless you wish for, perhaps, someone else?" "No, Miss Lorelei, Isabel is fine, thank you. That is, unless, you perhaps..." "Now, Thomas, you know that if I ever do, I will let you know. Ah, here is Isabel, now." The beautiful light-skinned woman came down the curving stairs, dressed in a long, formal dress, her hair ironed flat in the flapper manner. The man put out his hand and kissed hers and as she took him back up the stairs to her room on the second floor he turned once to look at the house's madam with a wistful gaze. Not once had she deigned to give him a night of pleasure, no matter how often he had enquired. He knew she never would but that never stopped him from asking each week. Isabel's room, as always, was dominated by the large, brass bed, covered with fluff and pillows and lit by the nightstand lamp. As soon as she closed the room's door, softening the jazz playing downstairs, Isabel moved into his embrace. Each time, he wished her to play the ingénue for him, for he enjoyed the thrill of the first time, even if it were all a ruse. After the Great War, he had stayed in Europe for another year, feasting on the ebony girls that had lain with him in Paris. He found he had a previously undiscovered passion for the African form and knew he would seek them out once he returned to America. Isabel closed her eyes, almost forgetting to guard her words. "I wouldn't need to convince myself if you hadn't come back," she said, staying close to the story he wished to hear each time. He leaned forward, turned her face to his. His eyes were intent, serious. "I'm..." she started to say. "What?" he asked, wondering if she had forgotten their story, surprised if she had. It had been over a year, now, that their playacting had been done. "I just wish..." She shook her head. "That things were different. That we were different." It shouldn't have made a difference, he thought, he wished but it did in his family's eyes. Even if she would pass for a white woman, a single hint of impropriety from her past would cause him to be disinherited, something he refused to chance, not for any woman, no matter how much she might profess her love. "That you weren't born..." He stopped. The evening wasn't starting as he wished. "I'm sorry," she said, wishing for the evening to start anew. She shouldn't even be thinking of them as a couple in the first place. Too many people were counting on her to do the right thing, to play the rich man's whore, to bring the money home. "Shh... Baby, I know. I love you, you know that. It's just that..." What could he say, that money was worth more than her love? That to marry a whore was laughable, no matter how pretty she might be? To think that he would have a child with the grandchild of a former slave? But when his lips touched hers, something close to desperation burst within him. He wanted her to rest against him, to climb right next to him, to be the woman of his heart. Her fingers trembled as she began to unbutton his shirt and touch his smooth, bare chest. How many times had she done this, having the freedom to caress... to explore? His muscles beneath his sleek skin were so well defined, but those of a gentleman and not those of a common laborer and even as she felt them bunch and flex under her touch, she knew he had never worked a day in his life. The wanting was like a storm raging inside him. Maybe it was wrong but the pull for her flesh was too strong to keep him away. She made him feel cherished. She owned his heart, even if he knew he would never be more than what he was. She shifted against him, buried her hands in his light, silky hair. "If only the world would go away," she whispered, forgetting the story that she usually followed. "Make love to me, Thomas. I've waited so long for you to love me." "I never knew," he said. His words bolstered her and she wound her arms around his neck. He wasn't making promises, she knew that. She slept with others; that he knew. It broke his heart to imagine her lying with men who laid their silver down and used what he had come to think of as his. Maybe, he wondered, he could take her away and set her up in a place of her own... but, the scandal if it became known, not so much that he had a mistress but that she was a quadroon, no matter how light. He wanted to beg her for promises, that she would just be his, but he knew he couldn't. How would he explain the expense to his father? So, he'd take what she could give, for the moment... for the moment. Some day, he would inherit... but, would it be too late, then? He saw her gaze shift to the mattress, then back to him as she licked her lips. He expected a cool professionalism, not the innocence she seemed to express. Her lips trembled. "I love you, Thomas. I truly do." The admission charmed him down to his heart and for a moment, he wondered if what he had thought of could be possible. With a single finger, he traced her throat, and then ran his palm to her breast through the satin of her dress. Wanting to linger, afraid he'd rush, he gripped the hem of the gown and slowly drew it over her head. "I knew you'd be perfect," he said, trying to return to their playacting. A delicious quiver of excitement spiraled through her as he simply watched her. He spent a long moment tracing her lips with his, then moved lower, gently, her knees nearly buckling when his lips and tongue replaced his hands between her smooth thighs. Isabel grabbed his shoulders for balance and arched into him. Making a frustrated sound deep in her throat as she wrapped her arms around him, she pressed her breasts to his bare chest. Skin to skin, the friction was almost too much for her to bear. Desire whipped through her as he cupped her buttocks and pulled her firmly against him. "Hurry," she moaned. "No... who knows what tomorrow may bring? We're going to make this last." He sucked in a breath, looking at her naked form before him. "The reality's always better than the fantasy." "What?" she asked, surprised. "You... it's been pure torture waiting this past week, your sweet body..." He cupped her breasts, his eyes dark-red with passion and he looked almost dangerous. Her heart pumped and her mouth went dry as dust. This is what she wanted, what she had waited for, for a man who wanted her this way. His gaze shifted, in a slow, thorough way, from the top of her head to the tips of her bare toes. Would that he loved her, she wished. Her breath was coming faster now and for an instant, he went absolutely still, alert to every nuance of her body, afraid of what she always did to him. She set his soul on fire. She grabbed the waistband of his trousers, working the buttons and as she dragged him down with her on the bed, slipped her hands inside and pulled them down. At times, he was ashamed, finding such ecstasy in the arms of a colored woman, even one as pale as she, still the whorish daughter of the whorish daughter of a slave. He wondered if he would ever be free from the spell that she had cast over him. He lowered his head, his lips touching hers gently, and her heart quaked in anticipation once more. He was everything she wanted and tonight, he was all hers. His tongue traced that spot just behind her ear, then slid lower and lower still, covering every inch of her almost pale flesh. His face brushed against her thighs and when his lips settled over her in the most intimate of kisses, she nearly flew off the bed. Her mind went blank of everything except the wild, incendiary explosion that suddenly consumed her. He rose above her and then filled her completely, clear to her soul and all she could do was hold him, meet his fervor, lost in the storm of their coupling, giving her the rarest glimpse of what could have only been paradise, just not for her. The next morning, he awoke to find his lover... dead. What had happened? Thomas only knew that his head pounded, he had too much to drink, something that had become almost common with him. Oh, God, he cried, what have I done? There was an insistent knock on the door. "Mr. Thomas, suh, it's late, suh." Thomas tried to move but his body refused to cooperate. "Ohhhh," he moaned and then looked at the lifeless beauty lying next to him. "Oh, God..." For one solitary instant, he had hoped it was all a bad dream. She's just a whore, he thought, his mind still muddy. It'll be all right, I just have to pass enough silver across the madam's hands, that's all. He heard the key in the door and then saw it swing open. It was Miss Lorelei and two tall, swarthy coloreds. She took one look at Isabel's body and set her face into a rageful countenance. Even now, though, he couldn't see any change in the color of her face. Maybe, he hoped, it would be all right. "It was an accident," he tried to say, hoping she would understand. He looked for his money, there were hundreds there. Surely, that would be enough. "Leave us," she said to her two retainers and as they turned to go, she closed the door behind her and approached him, still lying on the disheveled covers of the bed. "It was an accident," he repeated, not really knowing what had happened, everything lost in the murkiness of his alcoholic haze. The last thing he ever saw was Miss Lorelei baring her mouth to his neck and the last thing he ever felt was the sharp bite of her teeth. That evening, his now-stiff body, its throat slit, was taken to the bayou and buried by the two men who had accompanied Miss Lorelei that morning. Neither man was shaken by the task, for Isabel had been a friend to both and deigned to bestow her favors on them, at least weekly. Isabel's funeral was a sad affair and even though no one could see through her dark, black veil, Lorelei knew that if she could cry, she would have for the young woman that she had thought of as a daughter. And... Lorelei tried to cry. ********** "Madam, there are..." "Policemen... yes, I know. Thank you. Have them wait in the parlor." She expected it; after all, a man as wealthy as Thomas would have someone wondering where he was. She walked down the stairs to meet with the men. They rose as she entered... politely without speaking and waited for her to sit. The room was large enough to accommodate the piano and ten or so 'guests' that came each night, each knowing the evening would be expensive but well worth the price of exclusivity. She took the red velvet chair in the corner by the painting, a Monet, one from his water lilies series. Her visitors looked uncomfortable, one, the younger, looking through the doorway at two of the girls waiting for their afternoon trade. She rested her head on the lace doily, her white hair spilling onto her shoulders, her feet on the Persian, knowing the cause of their journey. The crystal chandelier offered no light and the sunlight coming through the heavily curtained window fought with the ever present shadows of the room. "We apologize," the shorter one said, "for intruding, but we're looking for Thomas Rector and it seems that he comes here once a week, Tuesdays, to be exact." "Yes, that's right. He had a standing assignation with our Isabel. Would you care for something to drink, perhaps?" "No, thank you. You said, 'had'." He started to write in his small notebook, his pen scratching across the paper. "That's correct. They left. He mentioned something about going to California, San Diego, I believe. I should have seen it coming," she prevaricated. "It was just a matter of time." "So, they left that Tuesday evening?" She gave him a deadly look and he became still, his face flushed somehow with fear and he ran his fingers along the metal beading of his chair. "Uh... thank you," said his younger companion, seeing the sudden change in his partner. "Sorry to bother you, Madam. I think we've heard enough. Thank you for your time." His attention was once again captured by one of the girls in the front room, seemingly smiling at him, wondering if he were to spend some time with her. "Please feel free to return, when you can. I will tell Lincoln that you are my guest, any time. I support the police... when I can." She stood, her white hair now loose and swinging, bringing the conversation to an end. "Uh, yes, ma'am. Thank you." The two detectives left the house, got into their parked automobile and drove away toward the center of the city. They would not return, she knew, either for more questions or for the delights of her girls. Too bad, though, she thought. The younger one looked to have possibilities. Maybe, he would return. It was always good to have... 'friends'? Acquaintances? She remained in the parlor, remembering Isabel. She had known the girl her entire, sadly short life and had loved her, as much as someone such as she, could. Several times, she considered turning her, to be her companion and yet, each time, refused to damn the girl to the existence she was forced to have... an existence usually without passion unless it came wrapped in blood. Antoine came in and began to play the aria from Puccini's La Bohème. Lorelei wished she could cry, just once, for her lost love. Isabel, oh, Isabel... She closed her eyes and wished that she had been more selfish... the young girl would still be alive. ********** Early winter, 1953 New York City... Lorelei walked down the aisle to the back of the shop and went up the stairs to her apartment. The radiators were full on and to someone else, the heat might have felt stifling. Still shocked from seeing him again, she found her bed and lay upon it, hoping that it had all been a horrible dream. How he had found her no longer mattered, how long he had known no longer mattered. The fact that he had indeed done so was what mattered. She heard the front door bell ring and knew that he had followed her back. The door was locked but since when had barred doors stopped him? She turned and there he was, almost behind her, the wolf heeled at his leg. She never became used to his movements, here one second, there another. "Lorelei, come with me, please." The wolf looked at her, head cocked to one side. Was it the same one, she wondered. No, it couldn't be, too much time had passed but who knew what powers had been called to bear. "I can't... I won't..." she tried to say, did say, knowing it didn't matter, she would, she was weak. Only distance and stealth had kept him away all this time... thirty years since the last time he had found her, destroying her life once again. She reached down to pat the animal's fur, knowing resistance was futile, no matter what she had hoped. The wolf bared his teeth and licked her hand. "No!" she sobbed, but the sound was lost, obliterated by the cruel pressure of his mouth forcing her lips open to allow him to ravage the softness within. She was unable to move. Held so tightly and forcefully beneath him, she was aware of every muscle in his powerful body. His kiss seemed unending and she was almost in tears when the pressure of his mouth gradually lessened and she trembled as his lips became soft and seductive, igniting a fire deep within the icy coolness of her body. Shamefully, she appeared helpless to resist a response that seemed to arise of it own accord; a fierce excitement which filled her entire being. A slow, pulsing ache began to throb deep in her stomach as he once more teased her quivering lips lightly open and unconsciously she arched herself against him. Her arms clung weakly to his shoulders, her senses spinning out of control as a hot storm of desire roared through every fiber of her being. There was no thought to deny him as his hands moved enticingly over her body, a moan breaking from her throat as his fingers slid beneath her blouse, releasing the fastening from her bra to free the pale fullness of her breasts. An explosive tension was mounting deep within her, ignited by a flame that had never really died. But now, it was a far darker, more fiercely raging fire that had little to do with her virginal night with him so many centuries before. Only with him had she experienced this wanton need to touch a man, the ever-increasing pleasure spiraling through her almost still veins. Her breasts tingled as her pale, almost white nipples became hard and swollen beneath the mastery of his touch. Ambrose was right, she realized in despair. This was what he set out to prove. He meant her to feel like this... to acknowledge the fact that she still wanted him. And then, she was lost, mindless, moaning softly as his lips trailed slowly down the long line of her throat. Her heart slowly sped up, making her feel almost alive again, as he lifted her toward him, his lips and tongue teasing first one exposed, erect nipple and then the other, bringing moans of pleasure from her as she was carried along on a tide of sensuality so intense she felt as though she was drowning in ecstasy. Vamp Pt. 01 While she was caught up in a mad frenzy of desire, her cool flesh almost warming to his touch, it did not matter that she was being betrayed by her own body. It no longer mattered, not when her whole existence was now focused on the sensations churning deep within her mind, an ancient primitive need and desire reborn within her. It was almost a relief to admit the truth to herself at last... she fought acknowledging the fact but this desire moving through her body could be nothing but wanton lust. If she had the normal life of a woman, she might have called it love but she knew it for what it was... lust. That was his hold upon her, nothing more. And knowing that, she finally knew how to control it. Vamp Pt. 02 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to my copy editor estragon and my friend, Elliot... Early summer, 1954 San Francisco... Its propellers finally spinning to a stop, the plane rolled toward the terminal and halted. After the stairway had been brought out, the door opened and the passengers began to disembark. The quiet couple in First Class, both clad in black, were among the last to leave, he with a slight smile, she with the sunglasses she never seemed to remove. The stewardess crushed herself against the bulkhead, giving their large... could it really be a dog? it looked more like a wolf... it had to be a German Shepherd, a wide berth so it could follow them. Who had they known, to have the dog travel with them? She was glad they were gone for every time she passed them, a strange coldness seeped into her psyche and made her wish she were off the plane, even if it meant opening the cabin door and jumping to her death. As she looked back at the graceful Lockheed Constellation, she thought, 'It's so much safer than that British Comet that had just crashed. I wonder if we could survive a plane crash.' She shuddered; it wasn't something she wanted to test. "San... Fran... cisco," he said, as if that answered everything. "Let us find a cab and find a home, shall we?" Everything he said, question or no, was always a declaration of fact. She had come to accept that, this time. It was futile to leave; he always found her, no matter how far she had gone, no matter how much time had passed. As the cab drove through the city, Lorelei watched women walk by, long overcoats against the chill of the bay, white gloves symbolizing the status of San Francisco, queen of California. .......... "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Dracolya. Welcome to San Francisco." The real estate broker, Anthony Brown, 'Tony' to his friends, was unctuous, hoping for a big commission. "I have selected several homes for your inspection, following your directives in your letter. I have my car, right outside." "We need a place to stay for the night, first. Perhaps..." "You could stay with me. I have a guest room that should be satisfactory," Anthony volunteered, wondering how he was going to explain this to his wife. "That is very gracious," Lorelei said, giving him a slight smile. "We appreciate your generosity." "I know you'll like this neighborhood," said the broker, as he drove them toward Seacliff. "There's a great view of the Golden Gate and it's very private, hardly any traffic through there." It was a long drive to the first house of three that they looked at that day. Lorelei wistfully gazed at the California Spanish manse overlooking the ocean and walking from one room the next, she watched the seabirds fly by through the large picture windows. It was so different from New York... from New Orleans... from the English countryside. At the thought of New Orleans, she grew morose for a moment, thinking back at the lost woman who would have been virtually her daughter. Ambrose said nothing, letting her make the choice. They went to see the two others but her heart returned to the first house, wondering if Ambrose knew that all along, guiding her choice, making it her own. That evening, they signed the papers; Ambrose opened his valise and counted out the $87,000 to purchase the home. When the three arrived at the broker's house, he immediately told his wife of his good fortune, for the home had been on the market for over a year. Anthony informed Andrea their guests would stay the week, at least until the escrow closed. She was so surprised; she could only stand there with her mouth open until Ambrose thanked her for the hospitality. As he kissed her warm hand, her demeanor suddenly changed and she courteously welcomed them into her home. ********** "You don't seem very hungry, Mr. Dracolya," she opined that evening at dinner. "Man does not live by bread, alone, Mrs. Brown. Sometimes, there are other things to hunger for." Ambrose examined the woman, his deep, piercing eyes reaching into her soul and making her heart race. She put her napkin to her face, wiping her lips, leaving blood-red lipstick on the Irish linen. 'Uh, uh... yes, I see what you mean," Andrea stammered, wondering what had happened, looking down at the table rather than meet his gaze face to face. A faint sheen of perspiration appeared on her forehead, causing her to flush. "Excuse me," she said, getting up from the table. "I seem to have become... I must... I must..." She fled the room, to the amazement of her husband, who apologized for his wife's behavior. "I don't know what happened," he said. "I'm sure she'll be feeling better in the morning." "Yes..." Ambrose replied, "I believe she shall." "Would you care for a brandy?" Anthony asked. "Yes, I would," Ambrose responded. Anthony looked around for Lorelei. "I thought your wife..." he started to say. "She turned in... change of time, you know." "Yes, I understand. That's too bad. She's very pretty. You are a lucky man." "Thank you." An hour later, Ambrose left the man sleeping on the sofa and went upstairs to his host's bedroom. The room was quiet and Andrea lay on the bed, not sleeping but waiting. "I knew you'd come," she said, almost sobbing, and reached out her arms to him. "I know," he said, gathering her into his arms. Her chemise slipped, baring her neck to him. "Your husband doesn't love you," Ambrose announced. "My husband doesn't love me," she repeated, her voice barely audible. "You are the victim... for a marriage to break up there has to be something dramatically wrong in the first place. No one can put the blame on you." His hand, almost icy, came up to cover hers, trapping them there in the coolness of his touch. Ambrose pushed her head back and brought his lips to her neck, her long, inviting neck. He put his hand to her garment and shred it apart with one hand, the other holding her tightly to him. Her breasts exposed and beckoning... he moved his lips down and circled her taut nipples, his mouth feeling her rapid heartbeat accelerating even more. "You want me," he said, continuing to lick her, brushing his cool tongue against her hot, flushed skin. "I want you," she replied, shuddering under his ministrations. "Oh, God, I want you." "God has nothing to do with us, tonight." She rested her cheek against his shoulder, her hands spreading fingers through his snow-white hair and then cradled his head, once again, to her breasts. After a while, he raised himself, gazing into her face. It was the warmth she sought, the attention that he gave her, the tenderness that melted her resolve and like someone coming home to her lover for the very first time, she put her arms around his neck and held him tightly, returning his kiss, clinging to him with an overpowering need, a hunger that was as much physical as emotional. "Not here," he announced. He lifted her into his arms and, his lips still clinging closely, carried her out to the veranda and there, laying her down on the Spanish tiles, he began to remove the remnants of her chemise. Her eyes still closed, she turned to him the way a flower seeks the sun, fitting her body to his, urging him on and he slipped inside her moist warmth, his body suddenly cold and then his lips closed upon her breast's nipple and he bit, drawing the first blood of many lettings that night. ********** Andrea, awakening slowly, trailing the clinging cobwebs of deep sleep, gradually became aware of a physical satisfaction she hadn't known in a long time. Her fingers found her right nipple, still sore, with small bite marks now fading with the morning sun streaming through the bedroom window. She was alone in the big bed and as she got up, she found reddish-clay stains on her back and legs. She thought of Ambrose. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to nestle against him and feel his arms tighten around her. She was lost, her husband a fading distant memory in her heart. She rolled over to see him standing there and went to the dressing table. "Black?" Anthony asked his wife. "You're wearing black?" "Yes," she said, looking at him as if he were a servant to be dismissed. She left her dressing table and went downstairs, meeting Lorelei, and the two women walked outside and down the street to the Italian grocery at the corner. "Women..." Anthony said, coming downstairs himself, a while later. He didn't remember the night before except that he had made a huge commission on the sale. His wife seemed different, somehow... distant, listening to unheard music... and the black clothes. It was one thing, he thought, to wear black at a dinner party and for a second, his mind slipped back to their last New Year's Eve party when she had worn the same black dress... but, at eight o'clock in the morning? Lorelei said nothing to Andrea as they walked to the grocery. Ambrose had called her, after, inviting her to suckle on the woman's blood, at the woman's breast. She remembered when it was just her, but could blame no one for her momentary pang of jealousy. After all, she reasoned, she ran from him, it was her choice, just as it was now her choice to stay. The two women bought orange and lemon gelatos... rather, the man had given them orange and lemon gelatos, for no money had changed hands, just a look and a simple 'thank you' from Lorelei had been payment enough. She thought about the previous night. Though she couldn't regret what had happened, in the light of day, she knew that allowing herself to become Ambrose's lover once again had been madness. She was leaving herself open to constant heartbreak, the reason she had left him time and time again. Despite whatever he had said, he had left the decision to her. He'd also been unselfish enough to alleviate any physical needs she might have. Money, once they were together once more, had never been an issue. Still, there was only herself to blame, if even at the time, she doubted the wisdom of it. How does one measure wisdom against love? Against a centuries-old love? Last night had awakened a need she had thought once buried... a need that had grown in the time of its abandonment. Now, she was older, mentally, at least, tempered by pain and loss, forced to appreciate how she'd mishandled and destroyed the most precious relationship in her life. 'What does he really want?' she wondered, forgetting for a moment he could hear her thoughts. He answered, "Complete love... complete passion... complete control." Last night, she'd closed her eyes to the fact that she had to admit: their past was what it was, their future was what it would be. ********** Lorelei and Andrea kept walking toward Geary Boulevard, eventually catching a cab east to Chinatown. "I've never been here," Lorelei said, her hand cool on Andrea's still warm arm. "It's all so different." For once, her blasé attitude had slipped as they wandered the streets, glancing occasionally down the dark alleys that held wonders unknown. Whether to go down the alleys was of no import, for Lorelei knew no harm would come to them... no harm any more. They stepped into a small shop, meeting a traditionally dressed man wearing a long dark-red shenyi and a soft cap, known as a jin. Lorelei gave no attention to the jars of herbs and minerals lining the wall for they interested her, not. "Why here?" Andrea asked, not a word spoken. "I heard her cry out to me," responded Lorelei, "and so, I had to come." Without a word, the man disappeared into the back of his small apothecary and eventually returned with a young girl, surely eighteen but no more than twenty years of age. She carried a small suitcase with her and followed them out onto the street and to the waiting cab. The driver immediately opened the trunk, put the girl's case into it and after helping the three into the cab, drove to the wharf. Lorelei walked to the Italian fisherman standing in front of a steaming cauldron, a large tray of freshly caught and iced crabs to his side. Without a word and barely acknowledging her presence, he took six crabs, tossed them into the boiling water and began to scoop a large helping of red sauce into a paper jar which he then put into a small box along with the now-cooked crabs and then, after icing everything, carried it to the cab. As the cab drove away, he had a feeling of contentment and relief, strangely finding himself aroused for what reason, he had no idea. If not for the heavy leather apron, he was sure he would have been embarrassed. He returned to his crabs, wondering why there were several missing. ********** The Chinese girl took her small suitcase and the box of crabs from the driver and followed the two women into the house. Andrea showed her where the kitchen was and as the girl put the crabs into the refrigerator, the two women sat in the living room, seemingly quiet and reading. "We'll be leaving on Friday," said Lorelei. "I'll expect to see you next week on Thursday." "Yes, ma'am," said the other woman, anticipating the events of the day to come. Lorelei put down the Bible she had been looking at. At one time, she had hoped for redemption and had read the Gospels, committing it to memory, word for word but then the excesses of the Church had driven even that away. She was lost. "Bao Yu," she called out, silently. The girl, 'Precious Jade', entered the living room and bowed. "Yes, ma'am?" she asked, not at all confused about her new role in life. "We will eat, now," the unspoken order. "Yes, ma'am." The girl returned to the kitchen and brought out the crabs, made a salad with the lettuce she found and squeezed enough oranges for juice. While the two women ate in the dining room, she finished her food in the kitchen. The food was better than the daily bowls of rice and small amounts of fish she had received before. Finished, she returned to the dining room to clear the table and after washing the dishes, went into the other guest room. Lying on the covers, she stared at the ceiling, unsure of what was truly desired but that thought quickly dissipated like the bay fog that covered the city each morning. That night, Lorelei entered the room, a visit anticipated by Bao Yu, one that she had both dreaded and desired. Bao Yu watched as the vamp entered her room and sat on the bed. She had no choice. She couldn't stop herself from kissing Lorelei and holding her tightly, from wishing a few moments of pleasure in the vamp's arms. Her head dropped and their lips met. Lorelei felt the girl's resistance for an instant, but she felt the girl relax and melt into her arms. Bao Yu's mouth opened under the pressure of hers and she heard a small sigh of satisfaction deep within the Chinese girl's throat that thrilled her to the cold marrow of her bones. Their kiss went on and on, her tongue plundering the honeyed sweetness of the girl's soft, warm mouth in a mindless foray of tasting and savoring. Her hands roamed up and down Bao Yu's sleek body, stroking her small but pert breasts through the thin fabric of her clothing and then moving to the bare skin at her neck. Lorelei heard her groan with desire as their bodies pressed tightly together, coolness seeking warmth. She was ready to make love to her and kissed her deeply, bending the girl's head back as she nearly robbed the young woman of her breath. She held her tightly and slipping her hand between Bao Yu's smooth, lean thighs, she stroked the girl's most sensitive and intimate place and then sank her teeth into the girl's throat as the girl shuddered with pleasure in her arms. The next morning, the girl, now known as 'Jade', accepted the change in her life without question, even as her heart slowed, her blood pressure dropped and her skin cooled to the touch. ********** The last delivery truck left the house and Lorelei moved from room to room with Jade, who noted where everything was. The antique furniture reminded her of home in New Orleans and looked comfortable enough to use. There were several pieces dating to the Revolution, including some silver from Revere, himself. She smiled, running a finger across the shiny surface of the candlestick. Could it be the same one from her collection? She thought she had sold that one, so long ago. Maybe... either way, she was happy to see it, for it brought a memory of Isabel to the fore. Even after all these years, the girl's death troubled her. She could have prevented it, if she had been willing to take that last step. Lorelei looked at Jade, proof that she would never make that mistake again. In response, Jade touched the vamp's shoulder and kissed her cheek. The two were emotionally linked at the soul. Lorelei wondered if, somehow, when she was condemned to hell, would Jade be there with her. The new house was adequate, she thought, making up in its view of the vast Pacific what it lacked in history. She thought back to her house in New Orleans... ********** Summer, 1921 New Orleans... Isabel's bedroom was still empty. Lorelei couldn't bring herself to install another girl there, the memory of her death still too fresh in her mind. At times, she was despondent enough to slash her wrists, only to waken the following morning, no trace of the damage she had wrought on herself the night before. How was it possible for the girl to affect her so? She wished for death and called on God to take her but He had abandoned her, just as He had for the centuries gone by. Eventually, she gave up, but the girl's face still floated in her dreams. ********** Late summer, 1954 San Francisco... "Jade," she said to the girl, "I would like something light for lunch, please." "Yes, ma'am," the Chinese girl replied, going into the kitchen and opening the cupboard to pull out a loaf of crusty Italian bread. Slicing off two thin pieces, she heated them in the toaster while she put assembled a mixed green salad with an avocado, two tomatoes and shrimp. Putting a simple vinaigrette on the salad, she placed everything on the table and waited for Lorelei to arrive. For a moment, her hand went to the side of her neck, touching the tiny scars that even then were fading away beneath her high-collared dark-green dress. Lorelei moved closer and gazed at the Asian girl's beautiful face. While one hand continued to caress the girl's lower body, the vamp's mouth covered the peak of one young, slight breast, her tongue swirling in lazy circles around Jade's hardening nipple beneath her now unbuttoned garment. Lorelei heard her moan and sigh, felt the girl's fingertips dig into her shoulder as she absorbed the tremors of excitement that rocked her slender body. Lorelei longed to touch her, to love her completely and bring her to the very height of pleasure, to give her everything she had and more... to make love to her like no man ever could. "Jade, Jade," she sighed, raining soft kisses on the girl's cheeks, her closed eyes and her soft, yielding lips. "I want you so much," she confessed, thinking back to another girl, another time, another place. Jade turned in Lorelei's arms and buried her face in her shoulder; she lifted her head and stared deeply into Lorelei's eyes. "Mistress, I want you, too," she admitted in a silken whisper. Not a word had been said yet they heard one another, just the same, thoughts breaking the silence of the room. Their impact was deep and Lorelei felt, for just a moment, fresh air and sunshine in the darkness of her soul. ********** Ambrose came home late that night, carrying a veal roast under his arm. A touch of Lorelei's arm and he sat down, waiting for Jade to prepare dinner. Vamp Pt. 02 The girl gave him a wide berth, unsure of his intentions. She had already heard Lorelei hiss at him regarding her presence and knew her safety lay in her mistress. He looked at her like a cat playing with a mouse. Ambrose and Lorelei sat at the table, waiting, as they ate the veal, for the girl to return. "I see that she has adjusted well," Ambrose said, jealously, watching the slim girl enter the room and sit near Lorelei, lightly brushing the vamp's arm as she did. "Yes... and you'd be well advised to leave her alone." Lorelei turned to Jade and pulling the girl's head to her, kissed her open-mouthed. If it had been possible, the Chinese girl would have blushed, still not used to the woman's open display of affection, but the swift movement of blood no longer was possible in her changing body. Lorelei glared at Ambrose, daring him to protest. He said nothing, his face remaining emotionally blank. She wondered if she would eventually be that cold. Did it inevitably come with time or was it a product of his own cold heart? She still felt passion... or possessiveness... which one was it? She didn't know. Ambrose turned to the front door as it opened. Andrea had returned from what had been her home and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. "You know why..." he said, forestalling any comments Lorelei might have made. "Yes," she replied, "I do... make sure that you do, also." ********** Ambrose walked into the dining room, sat down to his breakfast and then left for police headquarters downtown, where he met his partner, Lee Givens. "The autopsy is waiting on us. God, I hate going to these things," said Lee. "Goes with the territory..." Ambrose replied. "I would think that after ten years, you'd be used to it." "I still don't know how you do it," Lee said, "it is just creepy." The two walked in and saw the coroner, David Jones, standing in his white lab coat. "You look half-asleep," said Jones, a faint smile on his face. "It's the air-conditioning, it's too cold for me," answered Ambrose. "You all set?" Jones was standing next to the table, his fingertips resting lightly on its edge, like a piano player preparing to begin. Ambrose wondered if Jones had ever been with live patients. Jones nodded to Lee and Ambrose. "Yeah..." "So... how long is this going to take," asked Lee, running a finger around his collar, uncomfortably. "You know, Lee, if you want to wait outside, I can stay." "No, that's OK, let's just get this over with." "Maybe thirty minutes at most, I hope. I basically just want to draw some blood, lift his prints, check for anything obvious." Jones looked at the body's pupils, felt for rigor and examined the man's neck. It had taken all of seven minutes because he was working so slowly. "Look at this," he said. "There's some puncture wounds here, just above the slashed throat." During the Korean War, Ambrose had seen bodies shot, burned, maimed, blown up and frozen to death but none had been hurt with the savagery before him. The death was a more personal attack, directed at the dead man for a reason. He recognized Lorelei's handiwork and knew he'd have to speak to her, later. Knowing that, he no longer listened carefully, recognizing there'd be no solution to this case. What, he wondered, had motivated her to take such drastic steps in killing the man? That the dead man deserved to die, he had no doubt. Lorelei did not take killing lightly, only having done it fewer than a dozen times since they had been together. In his own mind, they were all justified. Who had been this man, now a bloodied corpse? He was not bad looking, of medium height and build, probably in his late twenties, with a strong upper torso and only the faint beginnings of a soft waistline. His hair had been carefully cut, his fingernails were neat and evenly clipped and once his clothes had been removed, his skin was shown to be clean. There was a silver ring on his right hand, matched by a silver chain around what was left of his neck. Jones noticed, again, the now bloodless dime-sized punctures. "This is strange," said the coroner. "It seems to be some type of puncture but there's no blood there." "A knife wound?" Ambrose ventured, knowing full well what it was. "I don't think so, it's more like... it's jagged, more like a fireplace poker, or something like that." Jones turned the head to the side and took several photographs. "He died a quick, violent death... it's a toss-up between bleeding to death and no blood flow to the brain. The carotids have been destroyed. Either way, it's a pretty painful way to go." Lee stepped back from the body, wiping his face with a handkerchief. "So," he asked, "the killer was facing him?" "Presumably... for him to stand behind, he'd have to be pretty tall." "You said, 'he'." "Oh, yes. It has to be another man, the strength necessary, the violence..." Ambrose looked at Lee. "You seen enough?" Lee turned and left the examination room, heading toward the men's restroom. "Well, thanks, Doctor, I guess we'll see what we can do." Ambrose walked out and went looking for his partner. ********** Summer, 1967 Golden Gate Park, San Francisco... The 'Summer of Love' had descended upon San Francisco like the dense morning fog that rose from the bay, covering everything in its wake. Ambrose had taken to staying out all night, sometimes staying away for a week at a time, returning only to say he was still in the city. "You wish to go?" Lorelei asked Jade, seeing her wistfully looking at the young hippies wandering through the Golden Gate Park. "Yes, I would like that," she answered. It still amazed Lorelei how her lover could be so reserved and taciturn during the day and so vocal and demonstrative at night. Jade looked for a place to park her Corvette, finally leaving the convertible near a police car. The police seemed to be everywhere. The two women walked through the throngs of people, watching the young girls with their beaded hair and low-cut jeans. "So young," Lorelei said, smelling the pungent odor of marijuana floating through the park. She spied a girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen, she thought, lost in the clouds that surrounded her. Lorelei shook her head and looked at Jade, glad for her lover's quiet control. "Seen enough?" she enquired. "Yes... it is so sad, their search for love that doesn't exist, here." Even though people gave them a wide berth, it still took a while to work their way back through the crowds that had filled the park that day. Jade started the car and they drove away toward the Pacific, the wind blowing away the lingering smell of the weed. One thing Lorelei never had to do was ask Jade if she was happy... she knew. ********** Spring, 2012 Balboa Park, San Diego... Lorelei and Jade slowly walked along the lily pool, occasionally stopping to watch the small golden fish glide by. Lorelei sat down on the cement bench, trailing a cool finger into the water. She watched her lover still standing, the seventy-six-year-old woman's seemingly young body blocking the afternoon sun from her face. It didn't seem strange, after all the centuries, that one woman would love another. Ambrose had become... something else... selfish, more than he had been, to her dismay. It had happened during the 80s, she decided, when he was caught up in the thrill of making money, dollars... hand over fist. Lorelei turned away from him, keeping Jade closer to her heart than ever before. Over the years, Jade had let her hair grow longer to please her mistress and Lorelei still thrilled to the touch of it on her face as they made love each evening. While sleep never easily came, they continued to lie together; their bodies intertwining coolly, limbs together, lips touching, hearts beating slowly in unison. "Miss Lorelei?" the girl... Lorelei never thought of her other than as a girl... asked. "Yes, my sweet Jade?" She looked up into her lover's face, the girl's eyes narrow slits against the glare from the water. "Ice cream?" the girl asked, licking her pouty lips in anticipation. "Yes, of course, my love." Lorelei stood up and yawned. She still looked in her early twenties, Jade still looked eighteen; the years had not touched them and never would. In the distance, she spied a vendor, his cart parked near the curb by the planetarium, surrounded by tourist children. "Come, love," she said, taking Jade by the hand. "Let us get you some ice cream." What amazing things this country had brought them. Even the idea of ice cream had never occurred to anyone in her native England, now separated by many leagues, many years. America, land of opportunities... and ice cream. Perhaps, she thought, he had gelato... lemon gelato. They walked along the palm-lined veranda, reminiscent of the Missions that had founded the state. Eventually, they reached the vendor who gave them spumoni; they gave him a feeling of euphoric release that stayed with him until the next morning. Walking back, they stopped at the Automotive Museum where Lorelei pointed out several models that she once owned in New Orleans. She remembered the smooth leather seats she used to sink into as she was driven to the shore each spring. "Would you like a new car, Jade?" she inquired. A look of confusion flashed across the young woman's face. "A new car?" she asked, timidly. "Certainly. Perhaps, not one so fine as these but a new car, just the same. It would be fun." "You would have me leave?" Jade asked, fearfully. "You would have me leave?" "Oh, no, my sweet darling, not at all. I just want you to be happy, that's all. You know that." "Yes," Jade thought, "yes, I do." ********** Mid-Spring, 2012 San Francisco... Smiling, Jade passed the eleven people in line, moved to the first open counter space and handed her blank test to the clerk who, with a slightly puzzled look, marked 'pass' on it and sent her to get her photo taken. Minutes later, she was handed her new driver's license. Having to update the records had eventually become necessary. Her young visage was still that of an eighteen-year-old, albeit with white hair, and she was now seventy-six years old. Seeing her reflection in the glass, she realized she looked 'goth' and laughed. She looked at the card, making sure that everything was correct. This time, she had upgraded her age to twenty-six for occasionally she and Lorelei went to restaurant bars, hunting for occasional prey. With the new license would soon come another new passport. It had been twelve years since they had gone to London and Lorelei promised to show Jade where she had first lived, so many, many years before. Later that afternoon, they went to look at cars, finally choosing a Dodge Challenger, black. She ran her finger over the shiny dark paint and looked at her reflection on the car. Jade passed over the cashier's check for the full amount to the most helpful salesman who had added every extra possible and they took delivery two days later. ********** Lorelei, wearing a fur-lined coach's jacket, took another paper towel and wiped down the glass door of the gallery. It was almost opening time and she looked up just as Jade came in, carrying a cardboard tray with two coffee mochas and a bag of croissants. Setting them down on the office's desktop, she picked one coffee up and brought it to her lover while sipping her own. "I'm sorry I'm late. The traffic..." A simple touch... without a mention. Lorelei's hands slipped around Jade's waist, her head bent toward her face. The desire in her eyes was almost frighteningly intense. Lorelei's lips were soft, her kiss impossibly gentle at first. Her hands slid around Jade's back and Jade pressed closer to her. Jade felt Lorelei's body tense with desire and knew what her control was costing her. 'Here," Jade said, going back to get a still warm croissant. The two white-haired women stood at the huge glass window, watching the morning traffic flow by toward the beach. Lorelei went back to wiping the glass in the quiet gallery. Jade had moved to the paintings, admiring each in turn, examining for any changes in their condition, giving each its daily careful brushing. The air conditioner came on, keeping the temperature at an even seventy-five degrees, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to absorb whatever heat there was. The phone rang. "Precious Jade Gallery... yes, we do... until eight o'clock... that's right... thank you." Jade hung up the phone. "That was..." "Yes, I know. Did she say which one?" "Autumn Leaves." "I like that one. I'm surprised it took her this long to make her choice." "It was her husband. He wasn't sure." Lorelei stood in the dim light of the gallery. "He's a fool. Well, let's call James and have him get the crate ready for shipping." .......... A little after seven, Jade gave up all pretense of sleep and showered, slowly caressing her body with the loofa. Finally, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After toweling off, she chose a simple but elegant dark green dress from her closet. The fabric shimmered like liquid flowing over the curves of her body and made her feel sensually alive. She brushed her hair, trying to smooth out the curls that always came after washing. Jade watched her white hair fall and frame her face as she put on her jade necklace. Outside, the light grey mist crept up the cold stone wall and started dripping onto the already damp ground. Lorelei, ignoring her wet surroundings, walked to the waiting car and got in. As the car went slowly down the lane, she looked out the passenger window at the two men carrying the sleepy young man from the house near the corner. A slight smile passed her lips. Next time, she thought, he wouldn't be so rude, insisting that Jade dance with him. Next time, she thought, he wouldn't be so drunk he couldn't control his hands. Next time, she thought, he wouldn't go out looking for trouble. When he woke up in Golden Gate Park, he would wonder just what had happened. .......... Jade put the newspaper down and reached for her morning tea. The police were having another disheartening search for a missing four-year-old boy and after two days, had announced that there were no leads. Resolved to do something, anything, she got up and left the house, driving her Challenger to the neighborhood the boy lived in. She knocked on the door of the first house from the corner and soon learned enough to start looking. Walking further down the lane, she refined her search with each passing person that she met and eventually came to an abandoned building on the south side of the city. It never ceased to amaze her how much people knew without actually realizing it. Passing an old woman pushing a stolen grocery cart, she found another clue and finally stood on the walk, gazing up to the third floor replete with broken windows and failing fire escapes. Moving slowly through the broken doors, she found the stairway to the upper floors and soundlessly made her way up to the third floor. She felt the boy's presence emanating loudly in her mind and found him in a small room, locked in with a new padlock which she quickly snapped away from its hasp. Pulling the door open, she saw the small boy huddled in the corner and as she entered, he looked up at her in fright and then she felt HIS presence. Turning so rapidly that she was a blur to him, her hand grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, breaking it in two places and then baring her teeth, she bit his neck, causing him to quickly bleed out onto the faded linoleum. Stepping over the bloody corpse, Jade wiped her mouth on her sleeve and then picked the boy up and put her hand over his eyes, causing him to sleep and forget his ordeal. Carefully carrying him down the stairs, she waited until she was at the sidewalk before she called the police and gave them her location. "I saw him sleeping up there on the landing and brought him down... then I called you," she said, reaching into the police officer's mind, making him accept the story she was improvising as she spoke. Years with Lorelei had taught her well; after the boy was in the back of the police car, both officers forgot she was there and drove away, taking the child to the hospital and his anxious parents. For a moment, she thought she should have gotten a ride back to her car but decided the walk would do her good. It had been a while since she had been so near the ocean even though she had lived in San Francisco almost her entire life. A small smile passed her lips. Her entire life... every time she looked in the mirror, she saw a young woman, albeit with white hair, gazing back at her. How long would be her entire life? Soon, she was deeply breathing in the salty air coming in from the Bay and decided to walk to Fisherman's Wharf, remembering the scene so very long ago when she had first called out to Lorelei and left Chinatown. This time, though, she paid for her shrimp cup, surprised that it had been so, so, so many years since she had been there. She bought a loaf of hot sourdough bread and eating it a small piece at a time, made the long walk back to her car and drove home. On the car's radio she heard all about the miraculous discovery of the boy by police following an anonymous tip. Holding the boy in her arms, she had felt something stirring that had only once or twice risen to the surface of her subconscious, lingering there for a moment and then disappearing just as quickly. She missed having a child of her own, one to hold for nine months, one to hold for years, in times of happiness and sadness and loneliness. Just as quickly as the feeling had arrived, though, it had disappeared, the feeling passing and gone. She traveled to Golden Gate Park and drove through, watching the weekend crowd enjoying themselves without a care in the world. By the time she had returned to the house, Jade had regained her usual taciturn composure. Running her fingers through her hair, she went inside to the kitchen for some lemonade. After pouring a glass, she went out to the back and sat down, staring at the Bridge from the Pacific side, a poignant tear falling down her face. One hand went to her cheek, wondering what had caused that for she never cried, not once, she told herself, never, never cried. 'Why now?' she pleaded with herself, her own mind having taken the incident with the boy and burying it so deeply it would never come back on its own for her own sanity. She was still there later that evening when Lorelei returned and barely acknowledged her arrival. Vamp Pt. 03 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to my copy editor estragon... Lorelei sat up the next morning, alone in the bed. It had been so long since she had slept, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to awaken. Jade had never come to bed and when Lorelei sensed her, she realized the beautiful woman had spent the night on the patio, now wet from the coastal fog. How it was possible she had been unaware what her lover had done, she did not know. "Jade?" she reached out quietly, unsure how to continue. "Jade?" Lorelei put on a robe and slippers and walked to the patio. Jade was sitting, her knees up and together, wrapped by her arms, humming a nameless melancholy tune. "Darling, come in, it's damp out here." Jade looked up, preoccupied with her own thoughts. It was the first time that Lorelei had ever called her anything but 'Jade'. She slowly left the Adirondack chair and accepting Lorelei's hand, walked back into the house. "I want..." "What do you want, Jade? Tell me and I will get it for you." Still Jade hesitated. Lorelei had never seen her lover so heartbroken. She attempted to see what had distressed her so but was unable to do so. That in itself was troubling. There was something missing but she couldn't tell what. She determined to find out, no matter what the cost. "I don't know. I'm going to rest now." With that, she left Lorelei and went into the bedroom and lay on the bed, one arm across her eyes, blocking out the rising sun shining through the windows. Lorelei walked into the kitchen where Juanita was fixing breakfast. "I don't think that Jade will be eating this morning but please put together some fruit and cereal in case she changes her mind." "Sí, Señora." The woman opened the refrigerator and looked in, moved a few things around and then gave a satisfied laugh. Jade spent most of the morning in the bedroom staring at the dimly lit ceiling. Her mind, subconsciously working at her dilemma, ran through her encounter with the kidnapper and the boy. She wanted to speak to Lorelei about it, wondering if her lover had ever had the same needs... the same desires. .......... Late that afternoon, Jade slowly walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking for something, anything to eat. "Señorita Jade, what can I get you?" asked Juanita, carefully following her into the room. "Would you like some eggs or...?" "Just a little orange juice, please... maybe, some toast." Jade sat down and looked out the window at the Pacific, still clouded in fog. She had forgotten her sunglasses in the bedroom and considered going back for them. "Sí, raisin toast with some butter..." Juanita put two slices into the toaster and poured out enough juice to fill the tall glass on the table. There was silence in the room except for the call of seabirds outside. The toaster popped up the bread, startling her. After two years with the two women, she could sense something was amiss. "Would you like anything else?" The woman stood there, wiping her hands on her apron, worried for the woman she thought of as still a girl. "No, thank you. I'm... good." Jade took the toast slices, spread the butter onto them, and watched it melt into the cinnamon swirls. As was her quirky habit, she took small bites and put down the toast after each one. "I can fix you, maybe some eggs?" Juanita had her hand on the refrigerator door. "No, thank you. I'm just not that hungry today." Jade put down the second slice and looked at it, not wanting to finish. They remained silent and still, exchanging a mutual sympathy that Jade found strangely strengthening. She took a drink and set down the glass. "I'll be gone, today. Please tell Lorelei." She pushed the chair back and walked to the hallway closet to get a coat against the sea-borne chill. "I'll be back in a while." Jade thought about taking her car but decided to walk. She had enjoyed her long journeya to Fisherman's Wharf and decided to just walk. Jade shyly smiled and wiped her eyes. She found herself at the Italian grocery, still open after so many years. Jade went inside, eventually left sipping an espresso and continued to the open ocean side of the peninsula. She gathered her coat around her, braving the damp cold and wondering why they were still living in San Francisco rather than somewhere much warmer, like San Diego. Thoughts of swaying palm trees and warm breezes filled her mind but did little to assuage a nagging ache that lurked just below the surface of her heart. Her problem, she soon realized, was not that there was a problem but that she didn't know what the problem was. There still was astonishment in the newspapers about the miraculous discovery of the small boy near the waterfront. Astounding, she thought, that one so small would be able to survive in such a hostile environment without any apparent trauma, physical or mental. She felt a connection with the boy but could not fathom why or how. Toward sundown, she started walking back to the house, determined to ask Lorelei why they were still living in San Francisco ,when it was so cold and damp. While moving the gallery would be problematic, it was not impossible. She pushed her hands deep into her pockets and hunched over. Jade returned to the grocery and stopped for a sandwich from the deli inside, knowing that Juanita would probably be upset with her. The woman took great pride in her cooking skills. Giovanni stood behind the deli counter, watching the strangely beautiful Asian girl before him. "Buona sera, signorina. How may I help you?" He set his knife down from the Romano. She looked at him, at his dark hair, at his brooding eyes. They seemed to share sympathy and compassion and some of her pain was easing. "Mi chiamo Giovanni". "What?" she asked, not really listening to his words, instead studying his face, looking for something she desperately wanted. "My name is Giovanni. What would you like to eat?" He looked at the cheeses and meats in the case, already seeking to please her, reaching for the best he had to offer. "Your choice," she said. He was the first person she had really seen on her walk. Now she was speaking with a total stranger, she felt better as her mind reached out to him, shedding some of the burden she had been carrying alone. He began to tell her of the different types of ham and cheese and she nodded, doing her best to be interested because she recognized that both of them needed to retreat from the intensity of their emerging emotions. Looking at the slim woman, he wondered what made her so fascinating; she was so different from the Italian girls he usually dated and he wondered why her hair was so white. He picked up two crusty rolls, cut them, spread some oil and vinegar and then began to slice from the most expensive meats and cheeses he had, finally putting tomatoes and lettuce together with the rest. Looking at her eyes for he could do no other, he carefully wrapped the sandwiches in waxed paper and passed one to her. Walking from behind the counter, he pulled two Strawberry Crushes from the cooler. "Here, please," he said. "Eat this while I fix some manicotti. You'll like it." He took her by the hand and led her into the small kitchen in the back of the store next to the storage room. His eyes meshed with hers, his strength in the lift of his chin, the directness of his gaze. She was amazed that she felt the way she did... for the first time in almost sixty years she was attracted to a man... not any man, this man. "I'm terribly sorry," she said. He nodded as he felt the depth of her strange attraction in those few words spoken with such deep sincerity. "Things happen... things you want to say amuse you or make you sad or..." His mind was filled with scenes of longing, not so much for love... no, that wasn't true, it was love, love for a child that did not exist, that couldn't exist. The desolation, he thought, the waste of a life... two lives. He looked away but she had already seen the betraying shine of tears in his eyes and she felt an outpouring of sympathy, if not for herself, for the child that never was. He was confused and not confused... so many years belying her youthful appearance. After a long, long while she sighed and said gently, "I'm sorry you had to see that." "I'm sorry that you had to live that. I can't pretend to understand what has happened or your decision to come here tonight but..." He left the rest unspoken, knowing that she knew what he meant. He cleared his throat. "I think we should eat." He locked the door and, returning, pulled out a chair for her. "Per favore, siede con me, sit with me." Not once did he wonder at her ability to understand his Italian, taking for granted she knew what he was saying. "Amerei fare ciò, I'd like that," she said fervently. Hope filled her; he was touched by her situation and would surely help her, she thought. Jade managed to eat half of the food he had set before her before she pushed away her plate still filled with manicotti and prosciutto and Romano. "I can't wait any longer. We have to... to talk. I can't rest 'til we do." "I agree," he said, standing up and stretching out his hand. "I think my appetite for food is gone, too. Shall we walk along the beach?" Tense and nervous, not for her safety but for what she wanted, what she needed, she went with him down to the shore. Because of the narrowness of the steps she had to follow behind and her eyes kept drifting to the broad sweep of his shoulders, the narrow hips, the warm strength of his hand as it clasped hers. She wanted to reach out and smooth her fingers over his back, to feel the softness of his hair, the scent of his skin. She was confused. Hurt by worry, doubt, fear, weakened by emotion and longing for a child... yet, what of Lorelei? She reached out with her mind to his. He turned and smiled gently. "All right?" he asked softly. "Mmmmmm." "You need someone to hold you, to want you, to love you." His arm encircled her waist, holding her tightly and she felt she would fall apart if he didn't... yet, what of Lorelei? All her upbringing told her to run away as fast as she could and return to the familiar safety of Lorelei's arms... all her instincts were telling her to fling herself into his arms and beg for his kisses. Her emotions radiated out like ripples on the surface of an otherwise still pond. She found him deeply attractive. The moonlight made his skin gleam like gold to her disordered senses. She wondered what her life was going to be like. They reached the beach and walked along the sand as she tried hard not to let the magic fly away like dust before a storm. The pleasure of being with someone who understood the terrible emptiness she had felt all these years, the deafening silence of a house with no children and the starkness of a life spent never knowing a child's perfect love. "I understand what you are looking for," he said, "and why." She saw his family, the children, the parents, the others. "Then... help me," she begged. Still he hesitated. "I'm not sure I can. What will tomorrow bring... for us?" "I don't know... my life has always been what is here and now." She wanted him to love her on his own, not with the gentle nudging that she and Lorelei had so deftly used for years. "You need protection... from yourself." He was nervous, looking at her timeless face. "I want you to make love to me." She was anxious, searching for what she wanted. "Are you sure?" He never thought it would come to this, at least not so soon. "You can't refuse me," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "Please!" He was totally still. Every breath seemed frozen in his body. He only felt the beat of his heart leaping against her cheek where she'd pressed it to his chest in a final plea for love... and, she waited. Absently, he stroked her hair. "Do you mean that?" he asked quietly. "Yes... yes... yes." Her need overwhelmed her desire to have him come on his own and she reached out, encircling his mind, his soul, his heart. "I can't resist you. I don't want to resist you." He held her tighter, ignoring the coolness of her skin. Somehow they were both deep within each other's arms. She cried into his chest, her sobs wetting his shirt. "I'm grateful," she sobbed. "I put all my hopes for my loneliness in coming to you." He stroked her back gently and waited for her tears to subside and then he smiled at her uplifted face and for the first time, kissed her. To her surprise, she found herself kissing him back as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her arms around his neck, her fingers laced at the back of his head. The only sound was the waves rushing onto the beach and the moan from her heart. "Penso che sono innamorato di tu." He kissed her, deep and probing, bringing warmth to her coolness, wondering where she had been all his life. "After tonight, after all we've shared, I know I can trust you," she thought as he listened in his own heart. I know about your unhappiness and you know about mine. Devo andare... I must go..." She broke from his embrace and raced down the beach, leaving him alone in the dark. .......... Jade entered the house with the morning sun, catching Juanita by chance as the woman was sorting the whites from the colors in the laundry room. "Buenos días, Señorita Jade." The strange habits of the two women no longer concerned her. "Buenos días." Jade had an enigmatic smile on her face, which surprised Juanita. "May I have some breakfast, please?" Juanita felt the change in Jade as soon as she spoke. The indifferent edge that had marked her voice for the last two years had gone, replaced by a more jubilant tone. "You are in a happy mood this morning." "Oh, well... uh, thank you," she replied, suddenly realizing her emotions, radiating from her heart, were affecting the other woman. What would Lorelei say, she wondered. She thought of Giovanni and their walk along the shore. What to do? A little after ten o'clock that morning, Lorelei entered the kitchen. No words were spoken; she knew what Jade had done. She touched her lover's arm softly and kissed her cheek. "Good morning, my love," she quietly said. Juanita put down her cup of coffee and immediately started Lorelei's morning tea. How she had forgotten to do it, she wondered. Lorelei stood behind Jade and with her hands on the other's shoulders, began to gently massage her. Jade responded, as usual, with a soft shrug, trying to push herself into the rubbing hands that much more. A silent conversation ensued, one woman to the other. Lorelei saw everything that had happened and wasn't sure what to do, what to say. She could not forbid Jade to see him, she wasn't like that. If her love wasn't enough to keep Jade, then she was better off free to follow her own needs, but she knew that would be a lonely path to walk. Unless... "You need someone to hold you," she said, touching her paramour. .......... Jade and Lorelei walked down to the Italian store, looking for Giovanni. "Belle ragazze, benvenuto al mio mercato". The good-looking Italian smiled at the two women before him, and if their identical white hair concerned him he gave no indication. "Buona mattina, Giovanni. Questa è... questa è il mia migliore amica, Lorelei". "Buona mattina, Signorina Lorelei. Lei è una molto bella donna." "Grazia, Giovanni, lei è più cortese". Lorelei returned his smile and gave him a feeling of contentment. He turned and went to the pastry counter, returning quickly with a plate of chocolate chip canoli and rum cakes. "Mangia, piace". He crossed his arms, waiting for them to taste his offerings. "I made them myself," he said. "I hope you like them." Jade stood there, all her feelings pushing her to fling her arms around him, to let him crush her to him, to beg for his kisses... anything. "Questi sono magnifici". Lorelei took another bite of the rum cake and licked her lips. "You are a master. I've had..." She wistfully thought back to her time in Napoli before the Great War, before Mussolini, before the bad times. Giovanni brought over another plate of cakes. "Signora dolce, questi sono per lei". Lorelei could see why Jade was enamored with him. He was as sweet as his pastries and a very good-looking man. "So, tell me," she said, "how did you meet my Jade?" A simple question for which he had no simple answer. How could he explain the whirlwind of passion that overwhelmed him the night before when he first saw the Chinese girl? In his heart, he thought of her as a young woman, a lovely girl, someone he now found himself madly in love with and for his life, he could not explain either how or why. Lorelei saw in his mind a similar scene to what Jade had shared, a longing for love and family but from his point of view, more erotic than romantic and yet, romance was still something he wanted. There were visions of dark-haired beauties and family weddings and nights alone. She learned what she wanted and made a decision. She could do no less. "Giovanni, I would like to invite you to dinner at our house tonight... say, about eight o'clock." Between his need for Jade and the force of Lorelei's 'invitation', there was little he could do but acquiesce. "Grazia. Sarei felice di venire. Porterò il dessert". Lorelei filled his subconscious with the need for spumoni and rum cakes and the two women returned to the house. ......... Juanita showed no surprise when Lorelei said there would be three for dinner but was shocked just the same. In all the time she had been in the house, there had never been a dinner guest... or any guest, for that matter. She raised an eyebrow but then walked into the kitchen as quickly as she could, not wishing to antagonize her employer. All day, Jade went about the house, almost humming in her soul, which she seemed to have found, once again. Was this how people felt in love, she wondered. She felt love for Lorelei but it was different... not better, just different. It sounded so trite, even as she thought it... how many people have said it wasn't better, just different. But... it was. On the hour, he arrived, carrying a bouquet of flowers for Lorelei, a box of chocolates from Italy for Jade and a large box of sweetcakes and two quarts of spumoni. Juanita helped him with his packages, putting everything onto the kitchen table. As she opened the freezer for the spumoni, he took a rose from the bouquet and presented it to her, telling her how it paled in comparison to her smiling beauty. She giggled like a schoolgirl. He sat on the long side of the table, flanked by each woman, Jade to his left, Lorelei to his right. The first course was stuffed peppers. Lorelei had purposely chosen an Italian theme for the dinner to make him feel at home. It was, she realized, a slight risk but chose to rely on Juanita's skill in the kitchen rather than make him think the meal was delicious. Zuppa di zucchini was next. The green soup impressed him. Even his mother rarely made it and it was delicious. He could taste the chicken and having seen the kitchen, knew that Juanita had made it from scratch rather than using prepared stock from a can. During dinner, he regaled them with stories of his fishermen uncles and their boats that sailed near the Farrallon Islands off the San Francisco coast. As much as he admired them, he had no desire to spend his life rocking along the Pacific, fighting for a catch in the shark-infested waters and the hard life exposed to the capricious ocean weather. One summer working with them was enough. Lorelei searched his mind, seeking for laziness but found none, just a desire to do better for himself. Although he had not been able to attend college, she found a sharp wit and a willingness to please the woman who would love him. Vamp Pt. 03 The main course was Anatra all Arancia and he never had a more succulent duck. Juanita beamed as she served him again, spooning the orange sauce over the roasted bird. After dinner, they spoke of the amazing discovery of the missing child. Jade was hesitant, for some reason the conversation touched her but she did not know why. Juanita rolled the cart into the living room, bowls of spumoni and dishes of rum cakes and chocolates. Giovanni watched for the women's reaction to the ice cream. It had been specially made for several small Italian groceries and restaurants. He carefully put his fork to a rum cake, having no desire to embarrass himself. He felt he was under some sort of scrutiny, unaware that he had already been accepted by Jade and more importantly, by Lorelei who could have killed him before his body touched the floor. He struggled at the intensity of her smoldering eyes, unable to look away. Lorelei looked at him. "There's only one thing I want you to do and I want it more than anything." She licked her lips, letting him be aware of her unnerving concentration. "I know you'll think this is a presumption..." she started to say, knowing that she could just 'convince' him to be Jade's lover but that would leave something missing from their relationship. She knew what Jade had done. "...but, do you love Jade?" He was shocked, knowing it was the moment of truth. For a short second, he wondered but then he looked at the Asian beauty looking back at him. "Yes, God help, but I do." Jade stood up, her hair loose now, tumbling on her shoulders, her eyes shining. He stood up, meeting her, his kisses on her throat, suddenly easing down her zipper as his teeth suckled her pearly shoulders while his hands caressed her back. Her starvation had been too long, too deep and though she found pleasure in loving Lorelei, nothing like this. She threw her head back and moaned deeply in her throat. The cool air from the Bay touched her body with its chill, caressing her. She was almost naked now, her dress whispering down to her feet. Blindly she kicked off her shoes and lifted her hands to his face, kissing him with deep passion, sobbing with need, frantic in her efforts to help him remove his clothes. "Let us take this to the bedroom," said Lorelei, unspeaking in the silence. She could hear their labored breathing, his body against Jade's warm and hard to her coolness and yielding. They staggered across the room and climbed the stairs to the bedroom, kissing as they went, their hunger rising with every step. And then, when they reached the room, Jade felt him bearing her down to the bed and they sank down together with a moan of satisfaction. Giovanni's mouth was on every inch of her straining body, each kiss a torment of passion. She felt as though she wanted to touch the whole surface of his skin, to appease her own mouth where it had been so long starved for the kiss of a man. She arched against him as his tongue played with the rigid peaks of her breasts. Satisfied, Lorelei left the room and went back downstairs to finish her dessert while her lover stayed with Giovanni. Suspended between pleasure and torture, Jade reached out to cradle his head, afraid and excited, all of her senses focused on the sensations raging inside her. It was love and it wasn't wise but she couldn't stop... didn't want to stop... refused to stop. He looked at her with eyes so primeval, so burning with shocking sexual desire that she moaned again, drawing him to her for a long, impassioned kiss. Sliding on his skin, her arms and legs tangling with his, the terrible ache inside her clamored for satisfaction. Her hips ground into his and suddenly she felt a wonderful, velvet warmth inside her and she cried out aloud with the relief of it because it was so right, gentle enough not to hurt yet hard and relentless to ease her hunger. All the time they continued to kiss as though their mouths couldn't get enough of one another, his hands now holding her head tenderly, his body driving deeper into hers while she, who had never know such male passion, wrapped her legs around his body and forced her heels into him, matching his rhythm, flying... flying... flying. The core of her body was melting, liquefying and enclosing him with ever tightening spasms. She cried out again and again, heard his hoarse whispers in her ears, the tension and the release lifting her to a moment of pure, soaring joy and then she shuddered in his arms, felt the nerves in her skin quivering as she subsided, she lay quietly beneath him while he gently kissed her neck. .......... The next morning, she woke. It felt strange, almost miraculous, that waking. Almost never sleeping, it was impossible to wake. Her hand reached out to touch him and found him missing. Would he leave her so soon? Wasn't there the look, the touch of love? "Buona mattina." He returned to the bedroom from the hallway, wrapped in a bath towel. "Lorelei said I could use the shower." Jade put out her arms, beckoning. Giovanni sat down on the side of the bed, letting the sheet fall to her waist and his attention went to her breasts. His hand reached out, touching, caressing, loving. "Giovanni." She made it sound like a prayer, a supplication to God for love. "Jade, I love you. You make me complete." He brought her to him, holding her tightly to him, kissing her, wanting to love her again. Jade looked up. Lorelei stood in the doorway. "Good morning," she said. "Breakfast is ready. Giovanni, do you have to leave soon?" "No, thank you. The market can wait, all I want is here." "Come down as soon as you can." Lorelei left and returned to the kitchen for her morning coffee. .......... "How long has your family been in San Francisco?" Lorelei asked him. "We came from the old country just before World War One, thank God. My great-grandfather became a fisherman. Imagine that, he was a farmer in Italy and suddenly he's a fisherman on the Pacific Ocean. My God, he must have been terrified but he did what he had to do to provide for his family. I would do the same... for Jade... for family." Lorelei looked at the man before her. She already knew who he was, what he was, what he could be, what he would be if they all continued down the path before them. There never had been a question of money, for she had more money than could be spent in a hundred lifetimes. It was the man's integrity that interested her. But, the question remained... what to do with him? Jade wanted him, that was obvious. He wanted Jade, that was apparent in everything he said and did. But still, what to do with him? In all her years, she had only brought Jade into her life like that. Would Jade do that with him? Would he even want that? Would he run in terror? She would have to think about it. Jade would have to think about it. Giovanni would have to think about it. How to tell him, though, that was the question. .......... Giovanni, in his ever-present white apron, wrapped the Genoa salami with a flourish. The world looked differently, now. Everything looked differently, now. He thought, once, that he had been in love but that was just a lie. Not on his part but on hers. She wanted what he could give without risking anything... not her body, not her heart, not her soul. He had fought with his friends when they told him what she was and it took years for the rift to mend after he found her with someone else. After her and before Jade, there had been no one for he preferred to live the life of a monk; it was easier than trying to live again. As soon as Jade walked in, he stopped and looked. She wore a light colored pastel-pink dress, such a change from her usual green colored clothes. Her hair looked different, also, now looking darker. 'Had she colored it?' he asked himself. He seemed to remember it being lighter, almost white, he was sure. Was it just his imagination? "Bella," he whispered and went to hold her hand, to touch her, to feel her in his arms. "Bellisima." He quickly cut some salami and cheese and put them on a piece of waxed paper, offering as a supplicant to his goddess. "Let me get you something to drink." Somehow, he knew she liked Strawberry Crush and carefully poured some into a Styrofoam cup. He smiled. She smiled. She drank. "Buona mattina, Giovanni. Sono venuto per tu." "Of course, of course. Let me close up here. Signora Regatti, lo porta, sulla casa. Arrivederci." He put the woman's now free purchases into a paper bag and ushered her out of the store and locked the door behind her. He turned and swept Jade up in his arms and swung her around, kissing her all the while. Jade and Lorelei had come to a decision. She would talk to him, tell him, show him, invite him. If that wasn't enough, she would take the memory from him and return to her life as it had been. There wasn't much else that could be done, the two women had decided. "Come with me... to the house," she said, quietly, so quietly that he thought he only heard it in his mind. Pulling off his apron, letting it fall to the floor, he followed her out and walked up the street to the house. "Buon giorno, Giovanni. Benvenuto," said Lorelei with words unspoken. 'Please, sit down, there is much we have to speak of." Over the next few hours, a long, strange tale was related to him, starting centuries in the past and ending the previous evening. He was relaxed... more correctly, Lorelei had relaxed him, preparing him for the story of her life, of Jade's life, of possibly his life. It would be so easy, she knew, to just 'convince' him to accept his fate but Jade wanted him to accept her on his own, to love her on his own. "...and that is where we are." No one had noticed that the sun had set long ago and the light was from the even now setting moon. "And now, you have to make a decision. Can you truly accept Jade for who she is? Or will you leave? It is your choice and should you choose to stay, will you live as she... as we do? Or will you be satisfied to grow old and someday leave her alone, again?" Giovanni sat there, in the living room, on the sofa, unable to speak. For hours, he had listened to a long and strange account of Lorelei and Jade's life together. Never in his life had he heard of such things. My God, he thought, that such people would exist. But as surprised, as fearful as he was, he was more in love with Jade. Not once did he question how he felt for her but now, what to do? He was torn for some reason he could not understand. To stay young forever, to love forever, such were the things of dreams, not of nightmares. Jade felt his hesitation and was hurt. She had hoped that he would agree immediately to be her lover for all time. Even now, she wanted to cry and cursed that she could not. He stood, unsure of what to do. His mind said to escape, to run for his life, to never return; for a moment, he thought to do so but his heart said to embrace the woman he wanted to love. Giovanni extended his hand to Jade and pulled her from the sofa. He kissed her, his mouth unable to get enough of her. "Gio..." she started to say but he put a finger to her lips, saying nothing, his hands now roaming her slim body, seeking, exploring as if it were the first time. The core of her body was melting and she desired to enclose him with hers, to take him within. He gently kissed her neck, his heavy breathing in her ear. She hadn't realized that she had slept but she awoke, covered by gentle kisses on her collarbone and drowsily she smiled because she felt wonderful. "I want you," he said. "I'm tired," she replied, something she had never said before. "You don't have to do anything but love me," he whispered but then aroused her languid body so intensely with his agonizing caresses that she had to move, to encourage him, to enjoy him again. This time it was raw and pagan lovemaking. Jade whimpered, as this time it was deeper and more powerful than anything she had known before. Their minds coalesced into a single entity seeking more. She begged him to take her again, to use her and it shamed her because it was so utterly pleasurable and she couldn't seem to be satisfied enough. They continued until the early morning light entered through the windows. She felt complete in so many ways, in her body, her aroused senses, her mind, her heart, her emotions. "What time is it?" she asked, wondering for the first time how the night had passed so quickly. "I don't know, it is morning, that I know. Are you all right?" For her answer, she kissed his chest and then moved farther down, her hand encircling, her mouth enclosing. The sense of power made her feel light-headed and incredibly sexy and incredibly fulfilled. What of Lorelei? she suddenly thought, wondering where her once and future lover was. Jade rose from the bed and after wrapping herself in a robe, went downstairs to find Lorelei. "Good morning, darling," Lorelei spoke quietly. No further words were necessary, Jade's emotions glowing with passion. "I'm glad. Come, it's breakfast. He will be down shortly. I believe you have worn him out." The woman laughed. "I see that he has made his choice, completely." Juanita appeared from the kitchen, bringing a dish filled with eggs and bacon and cinnamon toast. "Buenos dias." She put the plate down and left the two women to themselves. Jade and Lorelei meshed, sharing emotions, sharing new memories, sharing the desire to share Giovanni. "Yes, dear," thought Lorelei, "all in good time. Now is the time for you. You are happy... I am happy." "Buon giorno," Giovanni said, walking down the stairs to the dining room. His hand trailed across Jade's shoulders as he sat down. Juanita appeared again, bring another plate of food. "Good morning, Giovanni. I would ask if you slept well..." And it was then that he realized that no one had actually said a word. "Sono molto felice." The man smiled and leaned over to kiss his lover, his hand enclosing hers. He nuzzled her ear and whispered his intentions while she tried to stop his hands from wandering all over her body. Jade felt herself melt under his touch. .......... "I came by earlier but the store was closed." The old woman stood there, dressed in traditional black widow's garb, daring him to explain. "Uh, yes," he said. "I'm sorry. Something came up. What can I give you? Today, for you... free." The woman, astonished, only asked for some ham and spaghetti, which he wrapped with a huge smile and followed her to the door. "Grazie per la venuta oggi." She looked back at him before walking down the street away from the store. He wiped his hands, one to the other, and walked back into the market. Some time later, his mother arrived, somehow sensing that something had changed with her son. "Dove tu era questa mattina? Tu non era alla chiesa." She was right, he knew. He had missed Sunday Mass, almost a mortal sin in his family. By the time he had left his lover's arms, Mass was over. If it was a sin, then he was a willful sinner, he thought. "Mama... La voglio incontrare il mio amante, la donna che sposerò." The words she longed to hear for so many years... finally! But, who was this mystery woman? Where did she come from? Was she Italian? Was she Catholic? The woman's mind was filled with questions that only a visit would answer to her satisfaction. "Certo, quando?" "Ora... right now." He took off his apron, put the 'CLOSED' sign in the door and took his mother by the hand, leading her up the street to Lorelei's house. When they arrived, he walked right in, amazing his mother. Lorelei happened to be in the living room as they entered and she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Mamma, Lorelei." If the woman was shocked, she controlled herself very well. So, she thought, this is the woman that my Giovanni wants to marry. How old is she, though? With that white hair! My God! Jade came into the room at that moment, causing everyone to turn their heads. "Mamma, questa è la mia amore, Jade." As his mother turned to see Jade, she was stunned. 'This wasn't a woman, it was a girl! And, she was Chinese! OH, MY GOD!"' "Oh, Dio!" she exclaimed as she fell to the floor before Giovanni could catch her. Later, she felt the cool washcloth on her brow as Jade wiped her face. "Lei stanno bene, Mamma?" she asked, showing more concern than the old woman would have thought. "Dove sono? Oh, la mia testa..." She put her hand to Jade's and stopped her from moving the cloth. "È come questo possibile? Lei è appena ragazza". "Oh, Mamma. Jade is my fiancé. She and I are going to be married. I have been waiting for her all my life." "But... she is just a girl!" "Oh, Mamma, she is a woman. How old were you when you got married? Sixteen, weren't you? Jade is twenty-six." "But... she's..." "Beautiful... and is going to be the mother of my children. Now, sit up and talk to her. She is just as anxious as you are, don't you think?" Giovanni helped his mother up from the sofa and gave her the glass of water that Juanita had just brought. "Easy, easy..." he said as she drank. "Grazie... thank you." Although the woman sounded contrite, Giovanni wasn't sure if she meant it or not. When he looked at Jade, he saw a beautiful, loving woman. Why couldn't his mother see the same thing? Lorelei looked at the dining table and then at the Giovanni's mother. "Signora Ragucci, per favore, è venuto siede con noi per la cena. Abbiamo preparato diversi piatti speriamo che lei piacerà". She extended her hand in welcome, hoping the woman would take it. It would be so easy, she thought, to just 'convince' her to accept Jade into her life but Jade didn't want that, no matter how hard it might be otherwise. She questioned Jade's wishes, hoping that they would not be dashed beyond hope. Giovanni's mother accepted the proffered hand, stood up and followed Lorelei into the dining room. For the first time, she looked around the room and saw wealth... not a gaudy exposure of money but without taste, rather a wonderfully subdued expression of a classically trained mind. "Thank you," she said, quietly. For the first time, she felt assured that her son had not dropped her into a living nightmare like her other son had done, bringing home that putana of a wife who then left him with two children to raise by himself. Lorelei started. "I am sure that this is all a shock to you, Mrs. Ragucci... as much as it was to me. When Jade came home and told me that she had met the man she wanted to marry, you can imagine... well, I guess you know what a surprise that was." Juanita brought in a bottle of champagne. "Vino veritas, as the Romans used to say, eh? Here, this is a particularly good vintage, 1986. Allow me." Lorelei filled Giovanni's mother's glass and then the others. Raising in a toast, she said, "Let love find itself." A strange toast, the old woman thought, but so true. Love finds itself. She looked at her son and saw the seeming stars in his eyes for he had put his attention to nothing but the young woman since they had sat down to eat. This was not the old country where arranged marriages took place... loveless marriages that occasionally found a certain fondness if luck had its way but America, where men and women married for love. Was it better? She didn't know, so many marriages ending in divorce every day. But, who was she to stop her son from trying? Lorelei smiled. Although Jade had expressly wished for his mother to love her for herself, Lorelei was more pragmatic and decided to help acceptance along a bit... just enough to open the woman's mind, to see who Jade was, within reason she thought, but to see what a loving person her Jade was and would be for Giovanni. Lorelei was especially careful as she nudged the woman along, making sure that Jade remained unaware of her machinations. Not for all... well, she was going to say, all the tea in China but that seemed somehow inappropriate... not for all the wealth in the world would she hurt her Jade and if nudging the old woman along to accept the girl was what it would take, then she would do it. Vamp Pt. 03 Slowly, carefully and oh, so easily, she brought the woman along in her thinking, moving it as naturally as possible. Too quickly, and it would be apparent to Jade what had happened and she would never live with that. It would be the death of everything Lorelei had ever wanted. .......... That evening, Giovanni walked his mother back to their house. "Grazie, mamma, per la venuta." After making sure she was comfortable, he returned to Jade. Lorelei was unsure what would happen... if it were even possible for Jade to become pregnant. In all her own years, not once did she become with child and after years of trying, gave up. She knew that was how her assignation with Isabel and now Jade had come about and flourished over the years. She just wanted the unquestioning love of a child, the same as every other woman. She heard the loud moans of Jade coming from the guest room and she wondered if this was how it was to be. She wondered when Jade would tell him. Vamp Pt. 04 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to estragon for editing my story. Thanks to you for reading. sophia The next day, the little door-bell gave a soft tinkle as the three young Asians entered the market. One immediately closed and locked the door, putting the 'CLOSED' sign up; one went to the back of the small store and the third walked toward the deli case, pulling out his gun as he went. "Gimme the money or I'll blow your head off," he screamed, waving his gun around, afraid of it more than Giovanni was. Unfortunately for the one that walked to the rear of the store, he met Jade who had been taking inventory and as he tried to drag her down for the rape, she moved so quickly her blurred face was the last thing he ever saw as she tore out his throat. As his lifeless body dropped to the floor, she heard gunshots ring out and ran to the front to see Giovanni lying on the floor, a spreading pool of blood on the floor near him. Jade never hesitated between stopping the gunmen from leaving and tending to her love and made her choice. There was always time for retribution later, she knew. The pool of blood became worse and she knew what she had to do, even though she had tried so hard not to. They never had the 'talk' as she hoped; lovemaking had taken up the night and the morning didn't seem the right time. Carefully, gently, she lifted his head to her lap as she knelt down next to him and then, knowing there was no return but no choice, she bit his wrist and then her own. As she pressed them together, the mixing blood flowed through his supine body and even as she watched, his wounds slowly clotted and closed and within minutes, there was no sign of damage as even the skin returned to its normal color. "Tesoro caro," she murmured, rocking back and forth holding him as she cried, this time the tears flowing freely down her face. The door opened and Lorelei rushed in. "Oh, God, oh, God, is he?" she asked, silently. "I think so but he won't wake up." Jade held his head to her tighter. "Did you?" Lorelei knelt down, looking at Giovanni's body on the floor. "I had to; there wasn't anything else I could do. He was going to die!" Her voice dropped. "He was going to die." She cried once more. "Let me see." Lorelei moved closer, peering where his wounds had been. She gently touched him and heard a slight moan and he moved, slightly and slowly. "Wha... wha' happennnn?" "Shh, caro," answered Jade. "Just rest for now, you're going to be all right." A single tear flowed. She could count the number of times in her life she had cried and this was the worst of them all and the best of them all. "Now what?" Jade asked. "How do I tell him?" She still sat on the floor, cradling his head. "Now what?" "I don't know. You're going to have to tell him something. There's someone in the back, isn't there?" "Yes, he's dead; I killed him." Jade turned her head toward the back of the store where the body laid. As his body had fallen to the floor, Jade had seen the tattoo of the Wah Ching gang. She had a target. "Good. We'll deal with him later... tonight. Right now, we take care of Giovanni before his mother finds out and dies of a heart attack. My God, I never thought this would happen, it's such a small little store." "That's why. It's a small market, easy to rob. Oh, my poor Giovanni." "I'm going to make sure the door is locked and then we're going to clean him up and make him comfortable and wait." Lorelei got up from the floor and walked to the door. She rattled the knob and, satisfied it was locked, went to the cooler at the back and pulled out two bottles of water. "Drink," she said, handing one to Jade. Taking the other one, she unscrewed the cap and then gave some to Giovanni, just a sip at a time. Several hours later, Giovanni stirred once again and his eyes opened. He was still lying on the floor, his head cradled in her lap, her hand massaging his forehead and cheek. "Tesoro caro," she whispered, kissing his face, her tears falling onto his eyes. Lorelei stood up. "I am going to his house and get a change of clothes. We can't let his mother see these. Tonight, we'll take care of that miscreant back there and then we'll go hunting while he rests." Later, after they had washed his body and helped him dress, they took him home to their house and put him to bed in what was now Jade's bedroom. Lorelei knew that Jade would eventually return to hers, if only for a while, and felt no jealousy. They had loved for fifty years and when there was no end in sight, what was a few months or years? .......... At two o'clock in the morning, Jade brought her black Challenger around and the two women went back to the store. They carried the plastic-wrapped body to the trunk of the car and threw him in. Driving south along Highway 1 until they were past Pacifica Jade pulled the car to the side of the road and they dragged his body to the cliff and threw him unceremoniously off to the water and rocks far below. "Bastard," said Jade, peering into the darkness, trying to see where the body had landed. "Rot in hell." It was a quiet ride back north to Sea Cliff, and after putting the car back in the garage, the two women went into the house, stripped off their clothes and burned them in the fireplace. They looked in on Giovanni, soundly sleeping as his body healed itself from the near fatal wounds he had suffered. Lorelei took Jade by the hand and they went back to the room they had shared for nearly half a century and snuggled together, just holding one another for comfort. Jade fell asleep, emotionally exhausted. Lorelei looked at her paramour. So many changes in such a short time... She searched Jade's mind, looking for what might have caused such a difference in her behavior but found none, Jade's mind having submerged the incident with the kidnapped boy so deeply that it was lost to them both. Lorelei, determined to discover what had happened, resolved to keep thinking about it. For Lorelei, it was another sleepless night. .......... Two days later, Mrs. Ragucci knocked on the door and was greeted by Juanita. "I'd like to see my son, please." Juanita stood aside and after letting the woman enter, escorted her to the living room. Lorelei came into the room a few minutes later. "Buon giorno," Lorelei said, her Italian flawless. "Lei è venuto di Giovanni." "Sì, non l'ho visto nei giorni ed il mercato è stato chiuso. Le persone chiedono". Lorelei listed to the woman, realizing that she was right. Following the shooting, Giovanni had not left Jade's bed and the store had, indeed, been closed. No wonder people were asking what was happening. "Lovers," she answered, "what can you do?" Lorelei nudged the woman's mind just a little more, letting her accept the explanation without further question. Giovanni's mother smiled. "Sì. Amanti..." Juanita appeared with espresso and cannoli. After putting the tray down, she returned to the kitchen. "Giovanni has spoken to us about expanding the store, a little. It's going to be closed for a few weeks while new fixtures are brought in. They are very excited." "Have they spoken marriage yet?" Giovanni's mother asked. It was one thing that her son had fallen, evidently happily enough, for a young Chinese girl but to live together? Lorelei could feel the woman's discomfort and immediately made her calm. "It's a different world, today. But, I'm sure that marriage is in the near future. I think they want to be sure. Jade wants children." "Bambini?" She had waited for years, hoping that Giovanni would find a good woman to marry and have children with. Was this it? She wasn't Italian but she was young and looked healthy and seemed nice. "Yes, children. I know that you've wanted grandchildren for quite a while, haven't you?" Lorelei looked at the woman, eye to eye. "Why... si, I have. How did?" "It will turn out all right, don't you worry. Things will be wonderful, just you wait and see. Let me walk you home." "Grazie, Signorina Lorelei." The two women left the house, Giovanni's mother having forgotten about seeing her son, still convalescing upstairs. Lorelei stopped at the market and entered, closing the door quietly behind her. Blood was still on the floor, now dried and dark. In the back was the second pool of blood and she spat on it. "Bastard." Dropping two gallons of bleach onto the floor, she mopped away the blood enough that it would not be noticeable to the casual eye. .......... Two days later, flyers were given out at Saints Peter and Paul Church, known as "La cattedrale d'Italia ovest," or "The Italian Cathedral of the West." The church served as the home church and cultural center for San Francisco's Italian community since its consecration years before and most of Giovanni's customers went there for Mass. The flyers each had a coupon for twenty-five dollars free food from the market as celebration for its upcoming renovation. Lorelei had decided it was the easiest and most productive way to empty the store in time for its remodeling. Letting five people in at a time, Jade and Lorelei soon emptied the store of its stock down to the walls. The fresh meats and cheeses went home with them and to Giovanni's mother. The next week, everything was removed and a new addition was extended into the large parking lot, doubling the size of the store. With a new linoleum tile floor in place, all trace of the shooting and its accompanying killing were gone. New cases were brought in, doubling the size of the delicatessen side and a new meat counter for Mannings' beef was established. As all the new stock was brought in, the store began to fill once again with food and every day that passed saw more and more people watching through the windows, waiting for the re-opening. In the meantime, Lorelei and Jade had walked the neighborhood at night, looking for members of the Wah Ching gang. After three weeks, they had determined the location of over twenty members in the surrounding area and the day of vengeance was quickly approaching. ......... "It's beautiful," he said, looking at the new store. With one arm around Jade's waist, he pushed open the market's door and slowly walked in. It was incredible, he thought. Walking down the aisles, he saw groceries imported from Italy and France and even Greece. The new meat case held his attention, laid out with so many cuts of meat. Giovanni ran his hand through his hair. He had looked in the mirror, wondering how his hair was starting to gray. It was too bad, he thought, that he had been so sick while all this had been going on. He would have liked to have seen the construction. How he had become sick, though, he didn't remember but his mother, when he finally spoke with her, had told him how Jade and Lorelei had taken care of him, speeding his recovery. In an hour, the Salesian priest from the church would arrive to bless the store, something his mother insisted upon. That was all right, he decided. It would gather more attention to the new store and the opening day crowd would be large. The parking lot had been turned into a picnic area and a fiesta had been planned to follow the blessing. Jade handed him two new dollar bills and purchased a Toblerone chocolate bar. Lorelei pulled out a small frame, took one of the bills and put it in and then hung it on the wall behind the register. "Your first new dollar," she said. "Congratulations." "No, thank you," he said. "I don't know what to say." "Do you love Jade with all your heart?" Lorelei asked. "You know that I do," he answered, his arm still around his lover. "Then, that is thanks enough. Let's open the door. The priest is here... a little early but that's all right." The priest and two altar boys walked through the store, splashing holy water as they went. Lorelei handed him an envelope with their offering. Outside, the sounds of an Italian band were starting, the accordion especially vibrant and food was being served to the large crowd of people already gathered. Across the street, several members of the Wah Ching gang were watching, Lorelei noticed. She would attend to them later, she said to herself, maybe even this evening. Turning, she returned to the party. .......... That night, Lorelei went for a walk toward Chinatown. Over the years, the Chinese community had moved closer to North Beach and the Italian neighborhood, bringing their gangs with them. Wearing her customary black, she blended into the shadows well, almost disappearing into the dark. By the time she returned home, three members of the Wah Ching gang had been dispatched, their bodies littering a dank alleyway. Washing her hands and face, she sat down at the kitchen table and poured a glass of wine for herself. While killing was distasteful to her, sometimes vermin had to be eradicated before the poison spread too far. Her revenge had just begun. Jade and Giovanni were up early when the rising sun filled the house with warmth. He gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek and they left the house for the market. .......... The 'new' store was a success and Giovanni soon hired two men and a woman to help them out. While the money was not necessary for either Jade or Lorelei, it was important to Giovanni and for that the two women were glad. Lorelei wondered just what she and Jade were. To call them women was both accurate and so wrong. That night, Jade found Giovanni looking in the mirror at his hair. It had turned white, much to the surprise of everyone who knew him. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. "Giovanni, per favore, è venuto qui," she said, calling him to her. "I need to tell you something..." He sat down on the edge of the bed and held her hand and she wanted to say something but found she couldn't. .......... The next day, Giovanni went to the store by himself. Lorelei and Jade went to Chinatown, looking. Along the way, they stopped at a small restaurant and had noodle soup. Jade looked around, listening to the language as it flowed around them. "There are two here... they are near the kitchen, eating. They will be leaving, soon, to play cards at a private club." "Good." The bodies were found later as one of the staff was putting garbage into the dumpster behind the restaurant. "That makes five," said Lorelei. "How many will make us satisfied?" "I don't know. I just know that it's not enough." "How did Giovanni take it?" "I slowly explained it to him. I was surprised." "He must love you very much. The conditions were quite different than..." "You and I? You and Ambrose? Yes, I suppose it was but there was no choice. I couldn't stand to lose him forever. I don't know if I would have done it, otherwise." "Could you have lived with him, knowing he was going to age and die?" Lorelei remembered her grief at Isabel's death, a grief that still haunted her late at night as the darkness filled her room. By the time they reached the house, they were holding hands, something that had been missing ever since Giovanni had entered their lives. Lorelei looked at Jade, the longing evident. She would have been embarrassed and ashamed and they would have to accept that this had been the result of hunger and emotion, something that had been missing for her the last month. "Come," she coaxed, "let me hold you." Jade clearly tried to control her emotions while her heart melted in the face of Lorelei's heartache. "I believed I'd never know love like you and I have again but he loves me." "I know," Lorelei replied, holding her lover by the shoulders and fixing her eyes upon her. "I feel the same way. I was alone and then you came along into my life. With you my emotions had been hungry for so long and..." "I... I understand," Jade admitted. "It's nice to be held by you. I love you. I love him. I can love both. To know the pleasure of being touched, to smell your scent, to stroke your skin, to feel the softness of your body..." Tenderly, Jade kissed Lorelei's parted lips and moaned into them. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around Lorelei's body. Lorelei smiled, her eyes once again upon her lover. "We're so alike," she whispered, silently. "With the same kind of past that we can't forget." She paused, struggling with some question that she felt unable to ask. Jade waited and Lorelei finally said, "Stay with me. Love me, again." "I'll always love you. I'm sorry I neglected you. I need you. Giovanni is one thing, you are another." Jade's mouth drifted over Lorelei's forehead, her cheekbone, her throat. She murmured persuasively into the warm hollow where he pulse throbbed with a faltering beat. She smiled at such an overwhelming response. For a while they lay together, thinking their own thoughts and listening to those to be shared. Later, they heard the front door open and Giovanni enter. It was seven o'clock in the evening. "I'm sorry I'm late. The people kept coming and coming." "That's all right," Lorelei said. "We went for a walk... visited Chinatown." "I brought home steaks, four ribeyes. Any takers?" "I'll get Juanita to fix a salad." "Great. I'll start the grill. You know, I was thinking..." "What?" asked Jade, smiling, knowing full well what he wanted to ask but too shy to say anything in front of Lorelei. "Well, maybe later. I better get to those steaks..." Giovanni walked outdoors to the grill and began to put some kindling and charcoal briquettes into it. "Typical man," said Lorelei. "They all want to cook over an open fire. Must be the caveman gene." Jade laughed, watching as her love started the fire that soon would be giving them dinner. .......... Jade wrapped her arms around his waist and as he held her tight, she was aware of his arousal pressing against her. "I'm addicted to your hugs. I love your touch." Giovanni smiled down at the woman in his arms and the trusting way she smiled back at him. He had no doubts at all for what he wanted to say. "Jade, you know I love you." Jade smiled. She knew he loved her. She knew his innermost secrets, his every thought, his every desire. He slid one hand along the slight curve of her hip in slow delight. He loved everything about her, the way her eyelashes curled around her eyes, her nose, her chin, the courage she had shown when he was shot. Somehow, something had come into his mind, telling him he had been shot. He thought he knew when but he didn't know how or why. Every time he was with Lorelei or Jade, the feeling grew stronger that something had happened. Would he ever know? He wasn't sure but he knew he had survived thanks to the strength the two women had shown in his care. "I hope you're going to do more than just stare all night long," she laughed. Jade lifted her arms to encircle his neck. "I feel like a young girl, again." For a moment, he was confused at her words. She was only twenty-six, how could she not feel like a young girl? Giovanni bent his head toward hers and traced the edge of her upper lip with his tongue. He repeated the gentle touch, enjoying the gliding caress with an intensity that surprised him. His senses narrowed to the tip of his tongue as he dipped into the heat and softness of her mouth again and again. The kiss seemed to go on forever and suddenly he was aware that they had been touching and kissing with increasing ardor for some time. His hand was on her breast and he could feel her nipple hot and erect up the center of his palm. "Jade," he whispered against her lips, wanting to be sure she was with him. Never had he wanted her more and judging from the way her body arched again him and the soft sounds purring in her throat, she wanted... she needed him with a passion equal to his own. "Gio," was all she could say, crying out softly. She touched his face and the contact was so electrifying he wouldn't have been surprised to see smoke. Vamp Pt. 04 She pulled away and went to the bed. Together, they sank down, for a long moment laying side by side, simply enjoying the pleasure of being close and just looking at each other. He rose on his elbow and slowly swept his hand over her hair. "I love your hands on me," she said, taking his hand across her face and pressed her lips to his palm. Giovanni smiled and lowered his mouth to her breasts. With everything in him, he was aware of the yielding in her and he licked her swollen nipples, first one and then the other, lovingly, tenderly. She was dazed and overwhelmed by her own fiercely rising passion and she was swept away by a rising tide of emotion. Never had she wanted him as much as at that moment. She eagerly reached for him and he immediately covered her with his weight. Her hands stroked over his body and she thrilled to the perfect form and texture of him, each muscle seemed to her the perfection of masculinity. He groaned her name, working his way up to kiss her throat. Her heart, for the first time since she had become what she was, was beating faster. She was his. Jade cradled his face between her hands and kissed his nose and each corner of his mouth, then trailed kisses along his jawline to his ear. "I love you," she wanted to say but couldn't find herself able to speak but he heard it, nonetheless, in his heart. The gentle smile he gave her caught her heart and she smiled in return. "Marry me, Jade. We belong together." "We have to talk. I have to tell you something..." she started to say. .......... He lay on his back, his hands beneath his head, staring at the ceiling. What his love had told him was past anything he had ever imagined when she said "We have to talk," the last words any man wanted to hear. Somehow, though, her wild tale somehow made sense, if he could believe any of it he had to believe all of it... including the killings that Jade and Lorelei had committed. Oh, my God, he thought, the killings... and yet, not for one second did he feel any regret at what they had done, only that they might have been caught. Somehow, though, he doubted that would ever happen. He remembered looking into the mirror and seeing his hair grow whiter every day. That could have been proof enough but he noticed how he felt chilled more and more each day, even for San Francisco... and where had the money come from to renovate the market? It was all true. His love was so much older than she looked, so much older than he was. "Giovanni, I want you so much now. If you want me to stop, please, let me know." "Don't stop," was all he could say as she moved her legs against him. "Don't ever stop. I trust you completely." "I'll take good care of you. We'll take good care of each other," she vowed with all her being. "I love you, Jade," he whispered, for the first time realizing that neither had actually spoken, every word had gone straight to the soul, as he settled into the warmth between her legs. He heard her gasp and felt her beneath him. "I'm very much in love with you." The tenderness of her voice rippled over him, giving him a pleasure unlike any he had ever known before. He moved against her and she arched her hips in response. He closed his eyes, feeling as though he had been transformed into something better and more powerful as he slipped inside her. They began to move together in a rhythm so fluid and sinuous, it was unlike anything he had ever known before, even with her and he lost himself in the soft, silken heat of her body. Each stroke Giovanni took within her was so explosive with astonishing pleasure, pleasure that filled her completely and drove out every thought until she clung mindlessly to him. Finally, they lay in absolute stillness, their gazes locked together as firmly as their bodies and as one, their thoughts combined. .......... The next morning, while Giovanni was at the market training a new employee, Lorelei and Jade went trolling again for members of the Wah Ching gang. Some days, they came home disappointed. Other days, the exhilaration of the hunt was incredible although they both realized that once their quarry was sighted, it was a foregone conclusion that the chase would end in their favor. The hatred they had for the gang was only matched by the violence they committed. It was well into the third week when their activities came to the attention of the police. The homicide detectives were of mixed opinions on what to do. On the one hand, they had taken an oath to relentlessly track down killers in the city. On the other, none of them felt there was any rush to find out who was eliminating gang members on the north side of the city. Giovanni's mother, with nudging from Lorelei, had accepted that fact that Jade was going to be her daughter, however strange that might have seemed when she first met her. One thing she found gratifying was the quickness that Jade was able to copy her recipes for lasagna, among other things. Jade, unknown to Mrs. Ragucci, gently listening to her mind, had been able to learn directly from the woman how to prepare her son's favorite dishes. Each time, though, she was polite enough, savvy enough to let her future mother feel she was teaching her to cook. Several evenings, when she would rather being making love with Giovanni, she was with the old woman rolling out homemade spaghetti and mixing the filling for cannoli. She was content, happier than she had been in a long while and wondered if that was why she had turned to him rather than Lorelei. What had caused the change? She still did not know. What was she going to do with Lorelei? Would her lover for half a century still love her as much as she had all these years? Would she be willing to wait until she had been satiated with Giovanni or some other arrangement had been decided? She knew it would eventually come about, she only wondered when. She hoped so. She looked at her love affair with Giovanni as an 'extension' of her life, not a 'change', not a 'leaving behind'. She loved Lorelei and always would. ......... "My God, these are delicious! Molto delizioso!" Giovanni took another bite of ravioli. "I've never had..." He looked at his mother, standing behind Jade. "These are almost as good as my mother's." He laughed, carefully, before finishing the bowl. "Grazie, Giovanni, mi amore." Jade took a finger, wiped his lip of the sauce and put it into her mouth. "Mmmmm. Tu gusta delizioso." He pulled her into his arms and wrapped her into a kiss, a deep and probing kiss, forgetting that his mother was standing just a few feet away. "Quando saremo sposati?" he asked, again, wondering when they would be married. "Soon," she said, putting her lips to his once again. "Very soon." .......... Enlai Xuan pounded the table in front of him. "This has to stop!" he exclaimed in Chinese. "We have lost eleven now and no reason for it. There is supposed to be a truce between us and the Mexicans. I don't understand what is happening." "Maybe the truce is over?" asked his second-in-command. "Call for a talk. We need to stop this before it gets out of hand and we have a full-scale war on our hands. Make the call." .......... "...and I'm telling you that we don't know anything about it besides what you've just told us. We have nothing to do with it." Javier Gonzales looked at the Wah Ching leader. "I find that hard to believe," said Xuan. "I know your fingers are in this city as much as are mine." "Yeah, well, fine... but, when it comes to this, no. War is bad business, for both of us. When did this start? There must have been something to set this off. Look to your own people and see what they did. I cannot help you." "If I find out..." "But you won't. We're through here." .......... The Chinese gang members began to walk in groups. For the first time, the hunters had become the hunted and they were afraid. Who was preying on them? Some, less sure of themselves than others, stayed home, afraid to go out day or night. Several were beat down by their own gang for cowardice and the neighborhood was beginning to lose the fear of the gang as word spread of the killings and desertions. Xuan felt his control slipping away as each day passed and more and more of his followers left the city. They were not used to dealing with someone who fought back. A week later, two more of the Wah Ching gang were found stuffed into a dumpster behind a car wash in Daly City. They had been killed in broad daylight as far as anyone could tell for they went missing just after lunch and were found before evening. More Wah Ching left San Francisco, convinced they were next to die. That night, Jade prepared ravioli stuffed with spinach and roasted peppers. Giovanni thought he had died and gone to heaven, they food was so good. Even Mamma Ragucci, as she how insisted both Jade and Lorelei call her, complimented her on their taste. .......... "I would like to stop, now," Jade said to Lorelei. "I think it's been enough. I am tired of all this. I just want to be married and love you and Giovanni. I miss us, Lorelei, I miss us very much but the only time we've had together is when we're out looking for those bastards. I'm through." Lorelei took Jade into her arms and held her closely. A gentle kiss, at first, led to a more emphatic one as the two women embraced in the living room. Without a word, Jade led Lorelei upstairs to the bedroom. .......... Jade took the long, slow walk up the center aisle, knelt down next to Giovanni at the communion railing and then took his hand. The priest began the age-old marriage ceremony in Latin; "In nómine Patris et Fílii et Spíritus Sancti. Amen." As the Mass continued, Jade couldn't help but look at Lorelei kneeling next to her as her maid of honor. She gave a shy smile to her as she held Giovanni's hand tighter. "Io, Jade, prendo te, Giovanni, come mio sposo e prometto di esserti fedele sempre, nella gioia e nel dolore, nella salute e nella malattia, e di amarti e onorarti tutti i giorni della mia vita." She put the ring, held by Lorelei, onto Giovanni's finger and kissed his palm. "I love you," she said, "now and forever." Giovanni looked back at her, now knowing how long forever was going to be. Vamphyr How can I start what is basically a true story, and make it into fantasy? There is no better place than the beginning. I look back at the events that made us meet that day, and a smile comes to an otherwise none descript face. I found you online, a mere fledgling having been abandoned by your sire. I had no choice but to take you in as my own and teach you the ways of our people. True, we are vampires, but not the mythical beings described by many, but a harsher reality. We are no more than genetic mutations of the human race that makes us weak in some areas, and strong in others. Some of us do have powers of the psychic type, us the older ones. The fledglings, well they have to start as babies all over. Something about you made me take you in, though I had not created you, all those years ago. Now beloved, you are no longer a fledgling but my equal, and the other half of my soul. You have grown powerful on the love I have bestowed upon you. My time to ground comes near, I can feel it, as I grow weaker. No matter how much I feed this savage hunger it is never enough, and before I hurt another innocent, I will disappear for a time. Maybe fifty or a hundred years from now, I shall awaken renewed after my rest deep in the healing soil of our dark mother, Gaia. You have no idea that our good bye is close, you think I am too clingy lately, too emotional. If you knew the reasons for it, then you would understand. Tonight my love, I shall spend with you, making love to you, feeding you the last of my strength, and taking in the last memories of you beloved, and still you will have no clue that when the sunrises, I shall be gone. Yet I am getting ahead of myself here. I am getting ready to meet you in half an hour, I have fed well, my body is warm and youthful looking, dressed in black lace. The doorbell rings, and it is you, dressed in a tux, and the old fashioned cape, rose in hand. I look at you, taking it all in. The tux, the cape, the white rose in your hand and your beloved face. I manage a smile for you, and bring you inside my chamber. We kiss deeply greeting each other, I can sense your anticipation. You know what I am about to do, and your body craves it, like humans crave their drugs. I take the white rose, the symbol of our love and place it in a tiny vase. I light the candles that will illuminate us this evening, with a slow, not hurried hand. I can hear your breathing start to come in gasps as your instinct tells you that you might be in danger from the creature that one nurtured you, the creature you now call your life mate. I go to the kitchen and pull out the red bottle, our so called liqueur from the fridge. I take a look at what you are doing, silently spying on you. You are taking off your formal clothes and changing into something more suited for our purpose tonight. I smile, picking up the two goblets and the red bottle, walk towards you. I open the bottle, letting the scent of the contents reach our sensitive senses. I smile as I see you are wearing nothing but the collar of a slave made from steel, and the chains that bind your hands together. I feed you the liquid we call life, a little human blood mixed with red wine, and watch as your body reacts to the sensuality of the moment, I smile letting the indiscretion go, as we have not yet started. You begin to tie on your blind fold as I drink from the very same nectar of life. I finish my goblet, and our passionate night begins. I grab the chains that bind your hands, I close the steel collar at your neck and give you a gentle kiss that seems to be too quick to be real. Then I pull you roughly to follow me down to the basement where we have played this game before. I have no need to count the stairs for you, you have memorized their number long ago. We descend into the dark shadows that awaits there. At the landing, we stop to light some candles, for the sake of the mood. Your body already erect and you're breathing getting heavier, with the anticipation. We move on to the metal frame you know awaits you. The cold of the metal makes you shiver, yet you maintain your aroused state. I smile at your discomfort, I take the leather straps and place your arms into them roughly, tying you up, leaving your body at the mercy of my whim. Then with the movement more like a cat than human, I also tie your legs to this so called surgical table. Once bound from head to foot, I make sure that your blindfold is securely tied into place. Another smile creeps across my face as I see your beautiful male mouth tremble a little in fear and anticipation of the ritual that is only a few minutes away. I walk over to the back wall, where all the tools I need for our intimate time together are found. Reaching for a black wax candle, I find my goal. With a smile of satisfaction I snap my fingers and the candle is lit. I turn to walk towards you ever so slowly, letting the wax melt. I say a whispered prayer to the gods above and commence out night of pleasure. I see your helpless body on that cold surgical steel table. I must admit that I am impressed that your body is still hard even if it is lying on cold metal and the room itself is freezing. I find the spot where I want to start, I tip the candle ever so slowly over your chest and let the hot drops fall, one by one on your flesh. I see you grimace and your body reacts to my manipulation by arching, your arms and ankles straining your bonds. I continue this gentle torture as I let the black drops fall on your nipples and on your sensitive abs. A sob escapes your lips as the hot wax reaches beyond your belly going ever lower. Slower yet, I continue this hot manipulation by staying still for a few minutes, letting your uneven breathing relax a bit, letting the wax pool once more. I run a sharp nail trough the spots where I have already tortured you, and hear you moan as I scrape the cold wax from your sensitive skin. By this time, the candle has melted enough to allow me one of my special tortures. I let one drop hit your hips, one at a time, you resist me by remaining silent. For your insubordination I pick up the riding crop near me and I hit your erect manhood with a fast yet stinging smack, you hiss, and fight your bonds once more. I see that you are ready to continue my silent but persistent torture. The hot wax flows from the candle in my hand to your anticipating body below. As the first drops of the hot wax hit the sensitive head of your already erect manhood you growl, the cry of a wild animal in the throes of pleasure and pain. I coat your whole manhood with the black liquid. Your head moving side to side, mumbling things no one else can understand, moaning out loud and fighting you bonds. You yell out in pain and yet you still remain erect. I move to other parts of your body with the black candle. As I work my way up again, I place the flame of the candle on the now thick cold black wax that coats your manhood and melt it away; I let the flame singe you just a bit, until you start to struggle and I stop. I kill the flame and let the burn cool off a few minutes before beginning to strip the black wax from your manhood. Once all the wax is off and your struggles are ones of pleasure and not pain, I kiss the tip of your beautiful manhood. Lovingly, I stroke its full length almost reverently and lick the slight burn there. I kiss it once more making you groan out loud before returning to the work at hand. With a silk Cat-o-nine tipped with steel tips, I start punishing your beloved body once more. I lash out without mercy until little weals rise on your skin, some beading red drops of blood like precious rubies. I quickly lick them up, not wanting to waste a single drop. I strike your chest, lashing each nipple about ten times before moving on to the other one. Lashing your abdomen, each rib paid attention to with the loving caress of the steel tips tied to the soft, yet harsh silk. Moving down to your belly, striking hard, leaving bleeding trails as I go lower, in what almost seems like a religious fervor I strike your inner thighs, not even counting the lashings given. The rivulets of blood that run down have brought out the beast in me. I am in bloodlust, as I strike again and again. Your silent struggles turn to pleas, pleas I can no longer understand as I lash out at your erect manhood. Flipping my wrist with practiced ease, I make sure that the silk strands of the Cat-o-nine wrap themselves around your erect shaft, the steel tips biting into the flesh as I continue my blood bath. I stop the torment only for a moment, then with renewed fervor, I strike at your scrotum, each lashing making you arch and moan in pleasure and pain. I finally stop, exhausted by the ferocity of my attack on your precious body. I look at you, and you are breathing heavy, twisting, and fighting your bonds. I run a hand down the bloody welts on your skin and lick my fingers to taste your life essence. I then turn, dropping my nightgown, and climb atop of you. I lick all the blood on your skin gently with my tongue until only the red welts are left, but all the blood is gone. You seem to be curiously still after the tongue bath I have given you, yet you are still breathing heavy, still very erect. I reach out to undo the bindings of your arms and your legs, but instruct you to remain where you are. I do not remove the blindfold, yet I can sense your thoughts scanning the area with your extra sensory perception. I gently kiss your lips and you return the kiss with the ferocity still locked in you from all the pain and blood loss you have suffered at my hands. My whole body goes up in flames it seems, the electricity between us as intense as any storm in the Pacific Ocean. I run my hands down your body, feeling it, and memorizing it all over again, every beloved inch. Your hands go straight for my breasts as you start to caress and pull them towards your mouth. I bend, to give you easier access, and to also remove the last restraint, the blindfold. As your hands grab my hips and your manhood slides into me, I groan. The pleasure is so intense, as I adjust to your large and engorged cock, I lock my arms about you and we begin our age old dance of love and pleasure. As I start to ride you, your sensual moans make my pleasure spike and I look into your eyes. Never in my two millennia have I felt this way over anyone, nor have they affected me the way you do. As I go up and down your hardness with renewed energy, we twist and moan. I grind myself against you as the sensations over take my body, and your pelvis meets my hips with the rhythm we have set. Up and down and down and up, over and over as your hands guide me. You writhe under me as the pace fastens, our blood scorching our bodies with desire and need. Deeply your hard and thick manhood pounds my tight and hot sheath, your moans becoming louder, joining my own cries of pleasure. We breathe faster and harder as the our bodies strain under the delicious sensations of our passionate union. I throb and squeeze your manhood not being able to stop it. Your hands guiding me faster and faster as loud moans escape our lips, feeling our bodies tense as we come close to the edge. You throw your head back and bite your lip as you move inside meone hand leaving my hip. That hand moves to my mound, finding my swollen and throbbing clit, you start to massage it with feather light touches. I groan and tighten on your hot and swelling cock, as your light touches becomes hard and you press my hardened pleasure nub. That sensual torture throws me over the edge as I cry out loud. Throwing my head back, and arching my body I orgasm, and flood your extremely swollen hardness with my sweet, and hot honey, which triggers your own climax and you scream as you clutch me tightly to you. You buck, writhe and growl as pleasure takes us both beyond our bodies into pleasure's twilight. I am drained of everything, and fall unto your chest, breathing hard. You hold on to me and kiss me reverently as we come down passion's high. I let you hold me, knowing that this has not ended, The night is still young; the sunrise is still a lifetime ahead, and as we lay together in each other's arms вампир Kiss Where the hell is it? I couldn't of lost it so quickly. I furiously raided my closet in search of one of my most precious possessions. When I didn't find it in there I started moving throughout the house. Pretty sure with all the noise I was making I'd wake up all who slept, but I didn't give a shít. I was on a mission. A very important one. Just as my hand reached forward to grab the handle of the drawer before me, light flooded the once dark room. Standing up I faced the entrance of the kitchen. There stood Gina, my ex-nanny, but now head housekeeper. I watched her as she took in the sight of the mess I had made. Pots and pans, littered on the floor. Chairs, knocked over. "Liberty Candace Royce, what are you doing?" She demanded, crossing her arms. She used my whole name. I'm in some deep shít. Play it cool, Libby. I thought to myself. "Searching.." I answered, doing my best not to slur the word. "Searching for what? Especially at such a late hour?" I took a deep breath, composing myself. "Oh you know... Life." I said as casual as possible. Her features then softened. "Is this because of Tim?" "You know I haven't checked the laundry room. Maybe it's in there." I said completely ignoring the fact that she mentioned him. Stepping away from the kitchen counter I head to the entrance. Just as I was about to walk around Gina she decided to block my path. "Can you move?" I asked not looking at her. "It's okay to express your emotions, конфетка." She said touching my arm affectionately. "Stop the drinking and live your life like you know he'd want you to. No more trying to drown out feelings." Her Russian accent grew thick as she looked up at me with sadden blue eyes. My normally calm and pleasant demeanor slowly changed. I knew my face contorted in an all - consuming anger; nostrils flaring. This deep burning rage wasn't for Gina. No, it was for me and my stupidity. It's been two years and I still haven't fully come to terms with what happened. My vision blurred as tears of self hate filled my blue eyes. "I should of been there for him. I was selfish and stupid." I sneered. "Libby, you didn't know." Gina tried to reason. "He was my brother! I should of known!" I yelled. Then in a teary whisper I added,"I didn't even get to say goodbye." "Libby, nothing was your fault. He kept it secret, and for good reason. He may not be here in body but in here and here," she pointed to my heart then forehead."He will live forever." "I miss him." I choked out. "Oh Lib, I know I know." Enfolding me into her arms she wrapped me into a warm hug. "How bout we go on a ride? Ya? Like when you were little gurl?" I nodded my head, "I'd love that." After kindly ordering the maids to clean up my mess we headed out to our special place of serenity. Instead of putting on the air condition I had the windows rolled down so I could feel the cool night night air on my heated skin. The ride was nice, comfy. Everything was fine. Until we arrived. The moment we parked, there was another car across the lake parked. Out of it came four men. The rounded their large vehicle and opened the back doors. Out of the van they pulled out what looked to be a severely beaten man. Carelessly they threw him to the ground. Immediately they closed the doors and got back into the van then sped off in a cloud of dust. Immediately I sprinted around the enormous lake to go to the injured stranger. Holy shít, I thought as kneeled down to the guy with cuts all over his body. "Hey, sir, can you hear me?" I queried. In response I received a groan of pain. The sound of tires rolling to a stop had me standing back up in defense mode. I sighed in relief seeing that it was just Gina. "Come, help me get him in car." She said carefully lifting him up by the shoulders. Bending over I grab his ankles and help her put him in the back passenger seat. Hurriedly we got into the car and drove off to home. The fifteen drive was cut down to a ten minute one with how fast Gina went. Thankfully we weren't stopped by any cops. By the time we made it home the man was unresponsive. It worried me. With the help of my female guards, we got him safely to my bedroom. While I gathered him some cloths from my brothers room, Gina gave him a nice warm bath. By the time I got back to my side of the house the man was cleaned and laid comfortably on my bed. My eyes took in all the cuts this man had in concern. Walking into my bathroom I grabbed my first aid kit from under the sink. As I reentered my room I heard Gina mumbled something under her breath. "What did you say?" I asked her as I sat down to attend to our wounded guest. "вампир." She said standing from her crouched position on the other side of the bed. My hands stopped in midair. I knew that word all too well. There hasn't been a vampire here Lichfield in years. They were once a free walking species, until humans decided to make them servants. Most are dead because of how poorly humans took care of them. I've heard stories that there are possibly some in hiding. I don't blame them. They've been treated uncivilized. "Why isn't he healing?" I asked looking down at his open wounds. "He has not been fed for a longtime. That is why." She answered, saddened. "Then I will feed him." I volunteered. "It won't be easy. At the first taste of blood he will show just how ravenous he is. This man will either lose all sense of humanity and tear your throat open like a wild animal or he will try and seduce you." She explained walking over to my side. "I want to help him, clearly he has suffered enough. I want to help ease his pain, Gina." She sighed. "Alright, I get you ready." Gina grabbed the first aid kit and set it on the floor. Reaching into my nightstand she grabs my large black scissors. "Hand?" Silently I give her my right one. Quicker than my eyes could pick up she cut a precise line on the palm, blood rushed out the wound. I didn't even have time to hiss in pain. Not wanting to waste a single drop she put the wounded hand over his mouth and allowed the fresh blood to drop inside. At first nothing happened. Then, his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist. Greedily he lapped up all that he could. I watched in amazement as my cut closed up. Like it was never there. Vampires are such fascinating creatures. And quite beautiful. "More." He rasped. "Straddle him and offer your neck." Gina instructed. I did as was told but worried I would hurt him further. The moment I sat on his lower towel covered region I got the jest of just how aróused he was from the small taste of my blood. Not going to lie, it turned me on. "Go ahead, drink." I coaxed him. A warm tongue shot out and licked my jugular vein. A shiver of pleasure rolled down my spine. My pússy was getting very much excited with a man near. This was my first time being bitten, and I'd be lying if I said that have not once thought of what a vampires kiss felt like. Long muscular arms wrapped around my back like a boa around its prey. I felt not an ounce of fear. I didn't know whether or not that was normal. The large bulge beneath my heated center cause my nípples to harden in great excitement. I closed my eyes at the feel of two sharp points along my collarbone. Distinctively I could hear the sound of a soft click. Like when a door closes, but I paid it no mind. My focus was on the aróused man underneath me. A moan escaped me as I moved my hips back and forth. My wet pússy desperately wanted him to fúck her until she could take no more of pleasure this man would deliver. Opening my eyes I looked down into the piercing stormy grey eyes that held too many emotions to decipher. Catching the hem of my shirt he lifted it over my head. My bréasts stood proud. They cannot wait to feel the lick and suckle of his mouth. Without warning he grabbed the waistband of my shorts along with my underwear and ripped them clean off. I look at my now lower naked half in awe. Such strength. Now that cloths were no longer a barrier between us, we could explore one another. He slowly sat up and stared deeply into my eyes. "What is your name?" He questioned. "Liberty." I answered, biting my bottom lip. "What's yours?" "I don't have one." I frowned. "How about Roland?" I suggested. "I like it." He smiled, his fangs on full display. I stared at them in full fascination. "Do you know how bad I want to flip you over onto your pretty little stomach and fuck you hard from behind while I sink my fangs into your smooth delicate neck?" I didn't know what turned me on more, how husky his voice he got when he said that or how slightly bigger his cóck just got. "The night is so young. So please, demonstrate your dark desires." I whispered into his ear. "Get on your kneels." He ordered. I got up and off him to allow him to move so I could take his previous spot. On my kneels I went, waiting. Turning my head to look over my shoulder I watch as he crawled up behind me. So much power rolled off him in waves. Breaking eye contact I got on all fours, summiting myself. Large warm hands grabbed my hips and held me into place. I swear I almost came right then and there when he slid is long thick hard cóck between my thighs and up against my slick slit and clít. "Are you ready, i miei preziosi?" He whispered the question in my ear in a low séductive tone that had my insides twisting and turning. "Yes." I breathed. Roland as slow as possible moved his hips back and forth. It was such a tease. "Don't tease." I pouted. "Do you like it rough, Liberty?" Biting my lip I looked back at him with lúst filled expression. "Yes." I whispered. "Then rough is what you shall get." With inhuman speed he thrusted his hips forward. His hot ród rubbed harshly up against clít. Every time I'd try to move my hips he'd hold me on place. I couldn't take it any longer. My dripping tight cúnt wanted him inside her, and now. "Please!" I begged breathlessly. "Please what?" "Fúck me in my tight wet pússy like this is the last time you'll ever have séx." I demanded darkly. Grabbing my chin in a tight grip he lifted my face up to his and smashed his rosy plump lips against mine in a deep kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance. Not the slightest warning he separates our mouths and pushes me flat on my bed. Lifting my áss a bit in the air then spreading my cheeks he positions himself at my entrance. "Prepare yourself, cause once I start there's no stopping me." "Do your wor— ah!" My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head as he filled me to full capacity. I gripped the bed sheets as he ruthlessly pounded my pússy. The sound of skin sharply slapping against each other filled the room, along with our loud moans. "Oh god, Roland!" I yelled out as he brutally thrusted his big cóck inside my tight passage. A pressure in my lower abdomen was gradually growing. My climax was near. So close to the surface. He showed me no mercy as his thrusts became rougher. "I'm about to cum! Shít shít shít!" I exclaimed. My toes curled as my whole body was paralyzed by a massive orgásm. A large hand suddenly grasped my short dark brown hair and pulled my head back exposing my throat. His bite was quick and unexpected, sending me into a mind blowing orgásm. As I shot up into outer space Roland both drank from me and filled me. It felt like a good few minutes passed. before I crashed back onto earth. Both our bodies were covered in sweat and my labored breathing filled the air. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a vampires kiss was that intense. That was better than all my ex's combined. Holy shít. "I hope you aren't too tired Libby. That was only the beginning. After all it was you who said, the night is still young." He whispered darkly, not sounding the least bit out of breath. Holy fúck. ••• A/N: This took me quite some time to type but I hope you liked it! This isn't edited all the way so there will be some mistakes, excuse them. Also for the different languages I used GOOGLE TRANSLATE, so if I said something wrong or spelled it wrong be nice about it, thanks! :) Also, just found this website, now a new member so I'm still learning how it works. вампир Kiss Pt. 02 Roland has been living with us for several months now. My life has been quite interesting since he's entered it. No longer am I constantly drunk, been sober for about two to three months now. I do have my urges now and then to douse myself with high amounts of alcohol but I refrain from doing so by busying myself with fun activities. Though right now in this moment, watching Roland openly flirt with an "old friend" across the room had my blood boiling; yeah I had to drink something or I was going to go batshít crazy. I hated how they smiled at each other. I really didn't like how she was holding his hand. Despite her being a vampire as well I so badly wanted to go over there and beat the shít out of her pretty little face, but I would probably end up hurting more of myself than her. Quickly tilting my head back I drain the auburn colored liquid in the shot glass in one gulp. The alcohol burned as it rushed down my windpipe. Well if Roland can flirt so fúcking openly then so can I. Getting off the stool I head over to the tall, and handsome guy with luscious dirty blonde hair who earlier asked me to dance but I kindly declined. "Hey! Wanna dance?" I shouted over the loud music, tapping him on the shoulder. Turning around his face lights up. "Thought you didn't want to dance!" He shouted, smirking. "I changed my mind." I said, with a mischievous smile. "Let's dance then!" Gently grabbing my hand he lead me further onto the dance floor. Fingers still entwined he twirled me around so my back was up against his lower chest, upper stomach area. As a new song came on I started to grind my ass into his groin. The whole time we danced our bodies moved in sync. With hooded eyes I looked over to where Roland was at only to see he wasn't there, or that woman. What the fúck? That son of a bí- Suddenly a hand grabbed my throat and pulled me away from the hunky sweaty body I've been dancing with. One moment I was in the hot sweaty crowded place of "Candy Man" the next out in a cold ally and slammed up against a wall. My erratic breath puffed out in front of me as I looked up into the dark eyes of my lover. "What is wrong with you?" He sneered, his fangs poked out from under his upper lip. I laughed. "I should be asking you the same fúcking thing Roland." I said, livid. "Is this about Lora?" "Yes, Roland, it sure as hell is. You guys sat there lost in your own little fúcking world, and it was like Libby and everyone else was no longer in the fúcking room!" Knocking his hand away I walked a few feet away from him. My feelings right now were beyond hurt. Focusing my attention up at the moon I rapidly blinded my eyelids to hold the tears at bay. I hate when I become a crying drunk. Don't cry Libby. Don't fúcking cry, I thought to myself in a firm voice. Warm hands wrapped around my freezing cold face and turned it slightly towards the pale face of the beautiful creature of the night who has stolen my heart. "Liberty Candace Royce, you know damn well there is no one else I want but you. My world changed when you and Gina saved me that night. If you hadn't I'd of been dead, and wouldn't have met the love of my life. I owe you so much. No human has ever showed me the amount of kindness that you have to me. You don't see that I am lesser than you but equal. Don't ever think I want any other. As cheesy as this might sound I have all I need and want right here in front of me." My heart right then and there melted. Damn him and his sweet words. Part of me was still pretty pissed at him but my tense posture softened at what he said. "You know I am still pissed at you right. I hated how close you guys were at the table. It bothered be beyond words could describe. Legit wanted to go fúck up that bítch." I huffed, looking away from his piercing. "Lora is not a bitch, she's a nice person." He chuckled. "Yeah, I could see just how nice she was the way she was feeling up my man." I grumbled. "I love it when you get all possessive of me. But you know what I don't love, when my woman is rubbing up against some random guy." He growled, his grey eyes held a dark glint within them. My pússy clenched in need. Then added in a whisper next to my ear,"Lora is a lesbian. So, she does not crave me like you do." "That doesn't mean anything. The sexiness that radiates off your body and that massive cóck of yours could make any lesbian question her sexuality." His six-foot seven frame suddenly shook with mirth. "You have no filter whatsoever, I love it!" He boomed with laughter. I stared at him with a straight face as he continued to laugh. "Are you done?" I asked in a bored tone. "No, not yet." His tone darkened and grew husky, causing my nípples to harden. I crossed my arms to hide the evidence since tonight I wore no bra with how tight this dress is. His eyes latched on to where my arms were over my chest. "Something wrong, my tesoro?" He questioned huskily. "No, nothing at all." I mumbled. "Don't lie to me, Libby." He growled."I can smell just how aróused you are right now." He backed me up till my back hit the damp wall behind me. My breathing hitched as a bulge rubbed up against my stomach. I wanted nothing more for him to whip out that cóck and fuck me hard, until I can't walk. "What is going inside of that head of yours mi amor?" Leaning his face down towards my neck he rubs his nose along my jugular vein. A shiver of pleasure rolled down my whole being. "I want you to fuck me, right here and right now now." I ordered. "But what if someone sees us?" He asked. I could feel his smirk against my flesh. "Then they get a free show. Now do as I say fúck my wet pússy." I growled grabbing a fist full of his hair and roughly tugging it. "Oh how it turns me on when you get rough." He breathed. "Roland." "Right away, Master." He whispered. Using his thumbs he slid them under the straps of my dress and pulled them down exposing my breasts to the cold night air, making my nípples harden painfully more. "So naughty tesoro, not wearing a bra," he said as his hungry eyes took in the sight. A moan escaped me as he engulfed my hardened peck with his hot moist mouth. "Roland!" I moaned. "Fúck I can't take it. I need you!" Turning me around he lifted my dress. When he groaned I smiled. Again dress was tight so I decided to not wear any underwear either. "So fúcking naughty." With no warning he thrusted inside my tight wet pússy. "Oh god!" I yelled/moaned with the massive invasion. He showed me no mercy. Using my hands to keep me secured from falling he lifted my lower half and pounded into my slick channel savagely. Our moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping on skin. Just the thought of someone finding us like this with my body exposed turned me on even more. "Yes, right there!" I yelled as he hit all the right places. Every time I would get close to my climax he would stop or slow down and it was starting to piss me off. Ásshole. "Baby, let me come!" I growled in frustration. "What's the magic word?" He rasped. "Please!" I begged. "As mi amor commands." Setting down my lower half he grabbed my hands and turned me around and had me face him. "I wanna see that beautiful face when you come on my cóck and squeeze me dry." Wrapping my arms around his neck, he lifts me off the ground with a forearm under both my knees. Just as I reached down to put him back inside of cúnt he had thrusted back into me. My back arched at how good this new position felt. Not giving me a moment to take in the surprise attack, he pumped into my purring kitty. With one hand I held on to him and the other I reached in between us to rub my pulsing hardened clít. My moans grew louder as the end grew near. I could feel it rushing to the surface. It was coming and fast. "GOD. Yes yes yes, ROLAND!" I screamed as my eyes rolled back and my back arched. The orgásm pulsed through me from my head to my curling toes. "Holy shít that was amazing." I panted, trying to catch my breath. Warm lips kissed my right temple. "God I love you, woman." I smiled. "I love you too." Pulling myself further up his body I whispered seductively into his ear," How about we go home and have a round two?" "I don't see why not. After all the night has only just begun and is so young." He replied with setting me down. He smacked my áss hard before putting away his junk. After putting my goodies away I grabbed his shirt and pulled out him the alley and in the direction of our car.