A female apparition appeared before him. Her skin was toneless. Her hair was deepest black, cut severely to the shoulders. Her lips were a deep crimson, and gave an impression of wetness that was sexy and disturbing. But her eyes! When she turned to look at him, her eyes seized him. They had a slight almond slant to them, and seemed to be luminous, like a cat’s, except a cat reflects light and these seemed to burn from within. She smiled, slightly parting her lips, and her teeth were pure white. No coffee or nicotine here, he thought. He smiled back.
"Hello, I’m David."
"I am Elsbeth," and she held out her hand, which he eagerly took. It felt funny, and looking down he saw she was wearing shiny black gloves with the fingers exposed, and that her nails were long, carefully tapered, and blood red. He also noticed that her fingers were extremely cool, almost cold, against his, but instead of being unpleasant he found this thrilling. He saw that the gloves extended up her arms and something in the way the skin hung there told David that this was an older woman. He looked back at her face, and she was still smiling.
"Do you like my hands?," she asked, in that silky soft voice; there was the trace of an accent, but he couldn’t place the country. "Or perhaps it is the gloves, yes?"
In truth the gloves did excite him; something about gloves with exposed fingers always aroused him. The cashier in his local Korean wore that type of glove, and the mere sight of them could make him horny, though he had no desire for the cashier, who was thin and worn with work. But Elsbeth’s voice was also enticing him, like her perfume. He was getting hard just listening to her, and he normally didn’t like older women.
"Oh, I didn’t mean to stare. Your nails are, just so, ahhh, unusual."
"Rather long for a modern woman, yes? But maybe I’m not so modern. Don’t let my clothes fool you."
He hadn’t really noticed her clothes. She was wearing leather pants and high-heeled shoes through which he could see her toenails, painted the same blood red as her hands. There was a bronze chain around her left ankle. Her top was a vest, also leather, which revealed the full swell of her mature breasts. He thought, sure, they look good in a bra but they’re probably sagging to her navel, but despite this unkindness he was getting even harder staring at them. She gave a soft laugh, and the sound of it thrilled him.
"You American men!," and she leaned provocatively over, "You enjoy breasts most of all, yes? Even an old pair like mine." He started to protest but she only laughed again. "Oh, an older woman is not your usual type, yes?"
He blushed, and as he blushed he was aware she still held his hand, in fact was delicately caressing his palm with her nails.
"You’re incredibly beautiful," he whispered to her.
"But you blush! Don’t be ashamed, you may look all you want. I very much desire such attention, not like these modern girls. You see, I am of an old old school." And again she laughed that laugh which thrilled him, a thrill that both aroused him and made him nervous. Looking at her mouth, he caught a glimpse of two long teeth.
Oh, I get it, he thought.
"Uhmm, Miss –."
"Call me Elsbeth, please." Her fingers continued to play with his hand.
"Elsbeth, are you into that vampire stuff?"
She smiled wickedly.
"Ahh, you know of such things?"
"Well, not first hand, but it’s very popular now, isn’t it? I mean, around here, there’s a lot of goth chicks and such, and there’s a lot of people into fangs and blood rituals. Of course, I’ve only read about it or seen photographs."
"Well, you might say I’m into that ‘vampire thing,’ but that doesn’t disturb you, does it?"
"No." No indeed – it made her even sexier.
"I didn’t think it would," she smiled, and looked down. "I’m also into hands. You know of palmistry?"
"Sure." Not that I think it’s worth a rat’s ass, but if she believes in it, what the hell – whatever it takes, he thought, whatever it takes.
"Maybe you really don’t believe, yes? Well, let’s see, hmmm," and she continued to mover her nails along his palm, which thrilled him.
"Yes, you have a long lifeline, and this is good, and your heartline, ahhh, rich with possibility, full with youth," and suddenly she brought his hand to her face and held it against her cheek. "Yes, full with life, and the blood of life." And she kissed his hand before releasing it, but he was nervous again.
"Uhmm, Elsbeth, I mean, I respect your lifestyle choice, you know, about vampires, but I’m not into blood, I mean, I don’t want to be cut or anything."
"Darling, I wouldn’t think of it! No, you misunderstand – for me, blood is a symbol, a symbol of energy, of youth. I speak of the blood in your veins only that way, you understand?"
Sure, a symbol. Jesus, he thought, this woman’s nuts. But he didn’t want to leave, or was it, he worried, that he couldn’t?
"That is what I feel in your hand and," she reached with her fingernails and brushed the outline of his cock, "that is what I feel here."
He gasped at her touch. Her fingernails continued to stroke him.
"Would you like to kiss me?"
He breathed sharply, overwhelmed by her touch, her perfume, her voice.
"Would you, David?"
Get out, part of him shouted, get out now. But this was a very small part of him, and as in a democracy, the majority ruled.
"Oh god, yes, yes."
She leaned closer, and the smell of her, the feel of her, were overwhelming. "Yes what?," she cooed into his ear.
He breathed deeply, and in the space between breaths, he could still hear his own warning: This is not right. Get out!
"What would you like to do, David?," she continued cooing, and that voice filled him, surrounded him, and conquered him, as she knew it would. But the foreknowledge of triumph didn’t dull her desire at all.
"Yes, I’d, I’d like to kiss you," he gasped.
Her hands grasped his face and turned his head to hers. She used her lips to close over his lower lip, and she sucked on it playfully. Then she was kissing him. The feel of her lips was cool, cool like her hands and just as thrilling as her voice. He put his arms around her body, which surprised him with its softness (for she appeared thin and bony), and even through her leather top he could feel the nipples of her large soft breasts against his chest. She was caressing his face as her lips pressed against his with an insistent rhythm, and his mouth slightly parted. The kiss seemed to arouse him intensely while anesthetizing his will. Her tongue slowly entered his mouth, and began to play with his, pressing it into the rear of his mouth. He pressed back, and his tongue was soon in her mouth, and as it squirmed, he felt it graze against one of her fangs. Part of David wanted to pull away, but she firmly held him close. He seemed to sense her thinking "Not yet, sweet one, not yet!" He tasted a warm saltiness, and realized that he must have cut his tongue on her teeth. Still, she held him and swirled her tongue against his. Finally, she gently removed her lips. At the break of contact, David shuddered, feeling like he would swoon. Elsbeth had put her head back, as if she were letting something drip down her throat. She licked her lips.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, "first taste," and looked at David with those dangerous eyes. He wanted to remind her that even accidentally (because he could not conceive she had bitten him), he didn’t want his blood spilt, but she spoke first.
"Shall we go now?"
"Go? Go where?," he replied stupidly.
She leaned close to him. "We go so I can suck your cock, yes?"
David stared at her.
"But first, you must give me permission."
What’s with this?, he thought, despite his his consuming desire.
"You think I play a little game, yes? Perhaps. But I must hear your permission."
He shrugged and thought, what the hell.
"Okay, it’s okay if you suck my cock." He felt aroused and ridiculous at the same time. And some part of him was scared. He could not know that Elsbeth thrilled to his fear and his desire. She curled her lips into a smile.
"Come."
She took his hand and led him. He didn’t even notice the envious stares of some of the regulars, which normally would’ve added to his own arousal. He let her lead him through the bar and into the darkness and rain.
"You’ll come with me to my place, you’ll like it," and she led him to a waiting limousine, sleek and wet under the street lights.
Oh no, he wanted to protest, I have to get up early, I have to go to work. He wanted to refuse, to run and shake off the feeling that he had no choice but to give in to this woman. She laughed, that thrilling laugh, and pulled him close.
"Come and taste me," and she again kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and forcing her saliva onto his tongue. "Now swallow," she commanded. He felt a slight nausea, but he swallowed. He could feel it slide down his throat, as cool as her skin. Suddenly he felt a tingling, not unpleasurable, that seemed to come from within himself. She held him close.
"Now you have a bit of me in you, yes?"
He was falling deeper into a fog of desire.
"You are perhaps not used to a woman in charge," and she leaned close to his ear, "but I show you how nice it can be. I am really quite easy to please, quite easy." She rubbed against his cock. He moaned. "I think I’ll suck you off in the car, would you like that?" He pictured her full dark lips on his shaft, but suddenly came the memory of his bleeding tongue.
"Uhhh, Elsbeth, you’ll, I mean, you will take your fangs out first, I mean before you, ahhh, you know."
She smiled slyly at him as she rubbed him even harder.
"Yes, I think I will definitely take your cock in my mouth and suck, yes? But first I lick it, maybe kiss it, yes?"
Her hand rotating against his fly dispelled his worries.
"But you will lick my pussy," she breathed into his ear, "You don’t mind that, do you?," and he moaned in response.
"I didn’t think so, my little darling." He felt himself being guided to her car, and she got in beside him, putting her arms around him, enveloping him. He leaned his head against those wonderful ripe breasts, the smell of her flesh and the feel of the leather comforting and arousing. The driver turned and David saw it was a woman, her thin lips smiling, her blonde hair showing beneath her chaffeur’s cap. But he did not notice the pale bruises on her throat.
"Close the window, Andrea," Elsbeth told her.
The driver pouted. "You know I like to watch."
"Not this one. Now don’t be naughty."
The driver frowned, and reluctantly hit a button. A dark pane slid up, and Elsbeth said merrily, "Andrea is an excellent driver, but she has her quirks, but we all have, yes?"
David was too comfortable in Elsbeth’s embrace to answer, and there was silence for a few moments as the car slowly pulled out and Elsbeth idly played with David’s hair. He stretched out his legs, and it occured to him how spacious the car was.
"Your clothes are a little wet," she whispered, "Take them off."
"Here? I mean, in the car?"
She didn’t answer, but picked up his hand and began to suck on each finger, fixing those bright eyes on his. She gently pushed and pulled on his hand, leaving each finger glistening with slick residue. His fingers tingled. She brought his hand to his face, rubbing his fingers against his cheeks, his lips, smearing her saliva on him. He started unbuttoning his shirt, almost pulling it off himself.
"Not so fast, my sweet, slowly, take them off slowly."
Her hands were now roaming over his chest, and she gently took his nipples between her fingers and teased them, first tweaking them gently, then more insistently as more of his flesh was revealed. He squirmed as she increased the pressure.
"I, uhhh, it’s a little difficult, you know, to get my clothes off, uhmmm, you touching me – "
She cut him off by whispering "Shhhhh" and kissing him, kissing him with a deliberate voluptuousness that melted him away and drained all thought of resistance. She pushed him back against the seat and continued to tweak his nipples while her tongue slid into his mouth. He writhed in her grasp while their tongues churned together, and he involuntarily swallowed more of her saliva. Suddenly, she released his nipples and pulled on his hair to hold his head steady while she jerked free of his mouth and began licking him with wild savage strokes, wetting every each of his face with her saliva, while he moaned helplessly, unable to turn away. The saliva was cool and slick against his flesh, but then the tingling, the tingling he had felt before, spread across every surface she tongued. She licked his nose, his eyelids, his ears, and while she licked she used her free hand to pull off what remaining clothes he had on until he was completely nude. Now her tongue covered his neck, now his arms, and he jumped slightly as she pressed her tongue into his nipples, licking them, sucking them, tickling them, until they dripped with her moisture. And as she continued to tongue him, the tingling was changing, shifting, until it began to feel like something very fine and sharp was being gently brushed against his flesh; he gasped with the torment of it. But as she carefully worked him over, another sensation assaulted him, this one pleasurable, for the feel of her leather clad body against his skin was unexpectedly pleasing, and though his eyes were shut, he would occasionally peek and the sight of his bare skin in contrast to her dark leather skin excited him as well.
He could feel her now on his toes, licking the spaces between each one. Yet as she worked on him, he was aware that she deliberately avoided his cock, which was throbbing against her. But she didn’t touch it with tongue or hand, carefully licking around it. Suddenly, with a strength that startled him, she turned him around and pushed him down, so that he found himself laying flat on his stomach across the seat. She now worked on his back, and the same feeling of pins seemed to flow in a wave up and down his spine. She licked his ass, plunging her tongue in, pushing it as far into his anus as she could. He felt the saliva dripping into his rear end, tingling his intestines. He tried to cry out, but she pushed his head into the seat cutting off his cry and barely allowing him to breathe. Finally she withdrew her tongue and licked the back of his legs. She turned him over and again her strength startled him, even scared him.
She now began to massage him with her hands, working the saliva into his skin. She climbed on top of him and rubbed her body against his with an obscene deliberateness while it felt like waves of small fine pins were rolling along his skin, touching him but never piercing him.
He gasped and moaned while she held him tight and gyrated, and an intense odor of spit and leather assaulted him. He felt that nausea he had felt earlier when swallowing her saliva; and the nausea seemed to clear a space in his brain, a space that filled with alarm. Alarm at the pain that assaulted him, and alarm at his inability to resist. For it felt like he was strapped to a roller-coaster, and had no choice but to hope when the ride ended he would still be in one piece.
Suddenly Elsbeth kissed him lovingly, and embracing him, pulled them both upright.
"Shall I suck you now?"
He was woozy. The pins still assaulted him, but not as strongly.
"I feel funny," he managed to say.
"My poor baby," she cooed, rubbing his chest gently, "I think a cocksucking is just what the doctor ordered, yes?" And she let her hand fall into his lap, grasp his dick, and squeeze it. "Am I right, sweet one?"
The thought of her sexy red mouth thrilled him, but again he had the piercing memory of fang against tongue, and his unanswered question.
"Ohhh, don’t you, don’t you want to take, you know, those fangs out first?"
She continued to squeeze as she replied, "These don’t come out, my little darling."
He stared at her, attempting to process this information. He had heard that some people actually have fangs capped to their teeth; that must be it.
"Oh, well, uhmmm, you mean they’re, like, dentures or something?" She leaned close to him, tightening her grip on his penis.
"Not at all, my sweet winepress, my glorious ripe vineyard, not dentures," and she took his hand up to her mouth. "Feel, sweet one."
He did as she commanded; the points were sharp, razor sharp, and he could feel or see no seam between tooth and cap; nor was there any difference in color between the fangs and the surrounding teeth. "Huh?," was all he could manage.
"Darling, my sweet darling, my teeth are part of me. I can not just remove them, it is not possible, not possible at all."
He struggled for a rational explanation. After all, it must be some sort of new high-tech dental thing. The fangs must be bonded permanently, that’s all, and she didn’t want to scare him off by telling him. The other explanation, the one that gnawed at the very limits of his consciousness, was too fantastic, too ridiculous to even consider. Besides, he felt good, and her hand on his cock sure was sweet.
Elsbeth continued soothingly, "You see, I am not just into the ‘vampire thing,’ as you say. Oh no," and she leaned very close to his ear, whispering clearly, seductively, and slowly, "I am a vampire, and you, your cock, and your blood belong to me."
He froze. The little doubts and the small warnings that had bugged him all evening suddenly came together in one bright ball of awareness, and he knew, with terror piercing all the sensations Elsbeth had carefully place upon him, that she meant to drink, really drink, his blood. And that she was not some misguided bored woman who played at vampirism for a cheap thrill, but the genuine undead, who live on blood and never die. And, oh god, he realized, she already has taken some of my blood! He began to breathe in a panic, and his eyes widened. Elsbeth calmly continued to squeeze his cock, savoring his fear, drinking in his terror with the same delight that drinking his blood would soon provide. She gently slid her hand off his cock and seized his arms, for it was about now that David would regain some of his will and really panic, so it was best to restrain him before that point. It was the same with many others. After all, she thought, I haven’t spent the last three hundred years sucking the blood of the young and the delicious without learning something.
Indeed, she didn’t have long to wait. David’s body began to shake. His mouth uttered little guttural cries, and suddenly he screamed and tried to flail, but Elsbeth held him tight.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god! No, no, no! Please oh please take me home! I want to go home, oh god no!"
Elsbeth pushed her body completely into his, taking him into a deadly embrace. His squirmings thrilled her, and she savored the rich scent of terror that wafted from his pores. He was babbling incoherently. She smiled.
"Don’t worry, my love, you have nothing to fear, nothing to fear at all," and she kissed his neck softly, ignoring his struggles. "Now, shall I take your cock into my mouth?," and she continued to plant soft, impossibly soft, kisses on his throat, kisses that barely registered, kisses that brushed his skin like a breeze, kisses that, in the depths of his fear, agonized him. "Tell me again you want your cock in my mouth," and the soft kisses continued, terrifying him with their promise.
"Oh god, please stop, please!"
"But I don’t wish to stop, my beloved," and she slowly slid down along his body, kissing him gently as she slipped lower and lower. He tried to make himself think rationally, he struggled to control his breathing. Her tongue was playing with his nipples, and he tried to assuage his terror.
Okay, he thought, take it easy, just take it easy. You panicked before, you freaked out. There are no such things as vampires, she’s playing a mind-fuck with you, that’s all, sure, that’s got to be it. Yeah, that’s it, just relax, just relax, she’s just a kinky old broad, and after all, vampires! It’s too stupid! I mean, what am I, a child still afraid of the dark?
Elsbeth sensed David’s body relaxing. She gently released his arms and caressed him with her nails. He sighed. Now, she thought, and David could not see the look of wicked triumph that flashed across her face, as she pressed one of her nails against his right breast and made a short sharp slash, a slash that soon oozed blood, blood that she eagerly sucked into her mouth.
At the feel of the cut, David flinched. "Hey! What – what – ," but he could not finish. Panic gripped him and chased all his comforting thoughts away. He was in the grip of a vampire, and his fears were true. I can feel my blood leaving my body, he thought, oh god, she’s drinking my blood! But the rhythm of her sucking was making him drowsy, and he felt that anesthetizing of his will he had felt earlier. He forced himself to look at Elsbeth, and her serene expression as she drank at his breast reminded him of a baby at its bottle, except, good lord, that his blood was the milk she craved. Still he could not rouse himself to pull away. Her eyes opened and looked into his, and in their shiny inky depths he could feel the triumph that glowed within. He wanted to look away, but her eyes held him, and he was transfixed as the prey of a cobra is transfixed. He was losing himself to her, and he sensed it, could feel his soul being sipped with his blood. He made a sudden jerk but this only caused her to press her teeth into the wound and suck harder.
He gasped and his head fell back against the seat. He made helpless little noises as she drank and drank. Finally she lifted her head up. He could hear her licking her lips, a dreadfully wet obscene sound. Suddenly, she seized his head with her hands and kissed him. The touch of her lips was like fire, like ice, the kiss was burning, the kiss was cold. Was he feeling pleasure, or was he feeling pain? He no longer knew, he couldn’t tell, he could feel nothing but her, her lips, her hands, her tongue. He tasted the saltiness of her mouth, and knew it was his blood he tasted. The kiss seemed endless, a dark consuming dream. She pulled away slowly, and looked at him tenderly. " My sweet, my darling, my chosen, you are the pomegranate, the grape, and the peach whose juice I press to my lips, and whose nectar is balm to my burning dead heart!" She leaned back and undid her vest, then unclasped her bra, letting her full breasts fall with soft plops against her chest. David recalled his first impression at the bar, but this unkindness did not stop a flood of desire, for he was filled with an overwhelming urge to smother himself in the pillowy whiteness.
"You see you are mine, mine, mine as long as the night is dark and the moon is cold and full, mine to caress, mine to kiss, mine to embrace," and she brought a breast to his mouth, and gently pushed it in. The cool feel of her flesh in his mouth excited him, and he sucked feverishly at her nipple. He brought his arms around her, and the feel of her skin against his hands was electric. He moaned into her breast, and he lost himself to the voluptuous pleasure of sucking. Gently, she withdrew the breast from his eager mouth. His head fell back, and he looked up at Elsbeth, and at that moment he knew he was hers. His fears, his terror, all seemed unreal now. This was the truth: the pleasure of her kisses, the delight of her white flesh, and the consuming desire to give up his blood to her succulent red mouth.
"I’m yours," he murmured to her, and kissed her, kissed her of his own will, and Elsbeth felt the sheer hot pleasure of triumph, the triumph of spider over fly, the triumph that centuries had never dulled for her. She let him kiss her, his arms grasping at her back, for it was a sign of his submission, his willingness to be her lover and her victim. She glided her lips away from his mouth and to his ear, whispering seductively.
"You are mine completely, yes?"
"Yes!," he blurted.
"And your life, your blood, they are mine, yes?"
"Yes, o yes!"
"And your cock, is your cock mine too?"
"Yes," he replied, helpless.
"And did I not promise you something?"
"To – to suck me."
"And shall I?"
He could only moan an affirmative.
And she slowly brought her mouth down, down, as he shut his eyes and waited for the touch of her lips. He could feel her breath on the head of his cock, and then the first shock as her lips began to encircle the head, playing with the sensitive skin, teasing the glans, and then more of his cock was in her mouth, and as hard as he was he felt he was getting even harder with every suck of her mouth as she moved up and down, up and down, taking more and more of him in with every stroke. He groaned, and she pulled up suddenly.
"My poor baby! I’m not hurting you, am I?"
"No, oh god no, it feels so good, please don’t stop, please!"
She picked up his hand and kissed it.
"Whatever you wish, sweet one."
And again he felt the deliciousness of her lips on his cock, and her sinuous tongue licking him. He was aware of that tingling that had assaulted his skin before as she ran her tongue along the entire shaft, and he groaned. She was kissing the underside now. Elsbeth could hear the roar of his blood as it pumped and engorged his member, and the throbbing of the penile veins made her dreamy with delight. She placed her fangs on his shaft, careful that one of her fangs would pierce right at the glans, and she gently, using all the control she could manage, gently drove the fangs into his penis, opening two small wounds that eagerly spurted blood into her greedy mouth. She withdrew the fangs and swallowed his cock whole, using her hands to pump at his balls, making sure to lap every bit of blood into her throat.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh," David moaned as she drank, but at first he did not realize what she had done, so lost was he in the sweet pleasure of her mouth. But when she pulled her fangs out, he jerked at the sensation, and he could once again feel his blood flow out of his body and into hers. He suddenly grasped her head with his hands and yielded to her immediately, squeezing his lower muscles in rhythm to her sucking, to keep the blood spurting, flowing, into Elsbeth. He wanted her to take it all, to drain every drop, to empty his veins completely. The sensations were overwhelming him, drowning him, until his whole world revolved around her sucking. He bucked, he writhed, he could hold out no longer. With one long groan he came in her mouth, and for Elsbeth the taste of young hot semen mixed with young hot blood drove her into a frenzy. She plunged his cock deep into her mouth and forced every drop of creamy fluid out of him. David collapsed while Elsbeth lapped him clean. When there was no more to be gotten, she slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, and wrapping her arms around him, kissed him, a long clinging kiss that spoke of deepest satisfaction. David could taste his blood and semen as their tongues touched. The kiss seemed an eternity, but suddenly Elsbeth was leaning back, removing her shoes, slinking out of her pants. She wore no panties.
"My turn, yes?," and she pushed David onto his back, and slid her pussy along his body. He could see that her pubic hair was pure black, but that the folds within were a pulsating crimson. As she approached, he realized she was naked except for her gloves. She straddled his face, and he breathed in her odor, an odor that seemed to have a bit of the dankness of old earth, a hint, perhaps, of the grave. He slowly pushed his tongue against her slit. Her flavor was primal, oceanic. He pushed into her vaginal opening, and her rich ripe salty juice oozed into his mouth. He probed her folds until his tongue hit the hard protruding flesh of her clitoris, and he caressed it gently, teasing it, licking it, while Elsbeth gyrated against his face, moaning deeply. He sucked the clit into his mouth and playfully nibbled it with his teeth.
"Yes, yes, yes," Elsbeth murmured, "now harder, lick it harder!," and David obediently pushed his tongue into her as hard as he could and licked as rapidly as he could. David could feel her spasms along his tongue as his mouth filled with her juices. With a deep guttural moan, Elsbeth climaxed, pushing so hard against David that he could barely breathe, but what a delicious asphyxiation!
"Keep licking," she commanded, "keep licking."
Her juices flooded him as Elsbeth continued to push against his face, but he could feel her orgasm subsiding, and gradually her gyrations ceased. She still straddled him, however, as he continued to lick her come juice.
"Oh yes," she murmured as she finally slid back along his body and laid on top of him, planting little kisses on his face and neck.
"Time to sleep, little one, but I give you a good night kiss first," and she placed her fangs on his throat, right on the throbbing jugular, and sank them in. She made only small wounds, and sipped the blood languorously. David sighed and arched his neck.
"Elsbeth, o Elsbeth," he breathed, and slid quietly into unconsciousness. Elsbeth lifted herself, planted a kiss on David’s lips, and sat back with her eyes closed. She pressed a button, and the glass pane slid down. Andrea glanced back, and saw the fresh blood on Elsbeth’s lips. She frowned.
"Oh, I was hoping to be your post-coital aperitif."
Elsbeth smiled at her.
"Darling, the night is not over yet."
"So how was he?"
"Delicious."
"He must be, I see you did cock and throat – and his chest, too!"
"And have I not taken you in many places, my dear?," and Andrea blushed as her own wounds throbbed.
"He’s not dead, is he?"
"How long you know me and yet you still can ask such a thing! Of course not, I keep him for awhile yet. Now pull the car over, and help me dress him."
"What about you?," she asked playfully, as she parked on a secluded street. In response, Elsbeth leaned over and kissed her, knocking her chaffeur’s cap off. Andrea thrilled to the blood on Elsbeth’s lips. She got out and came around to the rear of the car, and they both quickly dressed David. Then Elsbeth leaned over him, while Andrea waited outside.
"Now you will awake, now you will go home, and this was a dream, my sweet, my darling, a dream of the night and the moon. But you will come to me when I call, come to me and my kisses, for your life and blood, your flesh and soul, all that you are, you have sworn to me. In your dreams you will remember me, and you will come." And she kissed him, a passionate kiss, and as he awoke Elsbeth whispered, "Home now, darling, home," and Andrea opened the car door and in a trance he left the car and wandered away in the night. Andrea watched him go, then slid next to Elsbeth.
"The rain’s stopped."
"And the moon is out," Elsbeth replied. "I sense it."
She caressed Andrea’s blonde hair.
"Do you love me?," she asked, almost plaintively.
Andrea embraced her, sighing "I am yours."
Of course you are mine, Elsbeth thought, but that is not love. But she said nothing. How stupid to think of love, and ask such a question after all these centuries! For what has love to do with me? And she savagely bit into Andrea’s neck, driving her fangs deep into the young yielding flesh. Andrea moaned and tightened her embrace. This, Elsbeth thought, this is the truth of my life. This moment of taking, this moment of drinking.
For I am just an old bottle, whose veins must be filled with fresh wine.