A Vampire’s Affair – Part One by Cassidy Newman
Wanted to try something new I guess. Critique away…. , The night was happening and the moon was out and I was getting my ass drunk. I and my friend Ashley were in this club called ’47’. We had been in there for about an hour and Ash already thrown up twice. She just went through a break up so I tend not to judge. At Least the guy she was grinding up against topless didn’t seem to mind. Everybody has their own special way of dealing with things.
Unfortunately her grind session left me to fend for myself at the bar. There were scavengers everywhere searching for a piece of tail. Yet I was quietly sipping a mai thai which came with these adorable little umbrellas. I should make a mental note to buy them in bulk from amazon.
“You are looking awfully alone red, want me to keep you company?” The bartender said to me as he handed me my billionth drink.
“Red? Haha oh because of my red hair, I am a red head. Duh.” I said, “Nope. I am good Mr. Bartender man. Just keep those drinks a-coming.”
He nodded and winked. He was kind of hot, like a less muscular Tom Hardy. Not that that was a bad thing. I looked back at Ashley to find her making out with two other gentlemen, which makes me wonder where the first one was. I can’t let her have all the fun could I? Maybe I will ask out the hot bartender? But first I needed to use the little lady’s room so I scurried off to find it.
After emptying my bladder I got up to fix my makeup. Not to sound vain but I am pretty attractive, or so said the two guys I dated in my life. I am a biology professor at a college doing research for my PHD, so I do not usually get out. I wore a smoking blue dress with high heels which were really killing my feet at this point. My hair was wavy with curls reaching up to my shoulder. I have high cheekbones which accentuate my heart shaped face. My mother said my blue eyes reminded her off the oceans of Maldives, so light they were. I miss her.
I finished up with some dark red lipstick and I headed out only to trip over some guy. My glasses went flying somewhere leaving me blind as a bat. I was now on the floor searching for it.
“Are you ok, Miss?” He spoke in an old time colonial accent.
“No jackass!” I yelled at his ever so blurry face, “I am very very drunk and now you made me lose my glasses. It will take me an eternity to find them.”
“You mean these?” He said handing me my glasses from what appeared to be his drink.
I cleaned the alcohol from the lens and put them on to give the guy a piece of my mind. Fortunately I choked down my words. He was handsome but oh so much more. He had intense brown eyes which gave me chills. He wore his dark hair long and straight wrapped in a ponytail. His sharp jaw covered in the lightest patch of stubble. His skin had an unnatural glow to him, his pale complexion ever so highlighted. But he had a sorrowful look about him as if he had seen many tragedies.
He wore a black leather jacket over a very tight white t-shirt. It revealed his toned abdominal muscles confined by his thin layer of clothing. So very thin…..
“Umm miss, you have been staring at me for a while. Would you mind doing the same in a more comfortable position?” He said breaking me from my daze.
I immediately got up and brushed myself off, “I have so not been staring alright, my eyes need to adjust is all.”
“Of course, how very rude of me.” He said ever so charmingly, “The name is Oliver, Oliver Payne. And you are, Miss?”
“Rebecca, Rebecca Lauren but my friends call me rabbit.” I said curtsying towards him. Why was I freaking curtsying? “You don’t need to call me that. But you could if you want to. Although it is better you didn’t. Sorry, too much information I know. I must seem like a crazy chick right now.”
“Crazy? Perish the thought Miss Rebecca,” He said, “You are by far the most charming person I have seen in quite some time.”
“Well, thank you. Want to join me for a drink?” I asked hoping for a yes.
He smiled and reached out his hand. I took his hand and he led me back to the bar. I couldn’t help but notice that his hand felt cold and hard to the touch as if he was made of marble. We hit it off big time. He was apparently the owner of the nightclub so all our drinks were on the house. He told me how he came here as a small child and worked his way up to where he was now. It was very inspiring really. The dull moment came when he suddenly had to leave. He said goodbye and headed off in the direction of a smoking hot chick dressed to kill.
He obviously had better and much hotter fish to fry. Ash had left me a bunch of messages while Oliver was with me saying she went home with some guys. She really emphasized the plurality of ‘guys’. Discouraged and alone, I went in the direction of home. The roads were pretty much empty considering it was midnight and all. I was crossing the road when this car came out of nowhere.
I had no time to duck as it hit me sending me hurtling through the air much like a rag doll. I lay on the street as I saw the car speed away. I couldn’t move or breathe. My lungs felt as if it were squashed with a trash compacter. I was choking on my own blood and there was no one in sight. I was simply left for dead. I closed my eyes and wished for the pain to stop. Then it finally did.
I opened my eyes once more to awake in a lavish bedroom. My dress from last night was replaced with a silk night gown. The entire room was decorated with a palette of white and gold. The furniture was polished and the room was spotless. Access to a balcony was given by French windows leading to an overview of colorful and green wild life. I had no doubt in my mind that I had died and gone to heaven. Until Oliver walked in that was.
“Are you alright?” He said looking concerned, “Do you remember the night before?”
“Ummm I remember getting hit by a car and bleeding my guts out.” I said fazed by last night, “Wait, so how did I get here? And how come I feel fine? Shouldn’t I be in immense pain?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” I nodded and sat on the bed, “You were on the brink of death last night Miss Rebecca. Death’s doors were opening for you, and I could not sit idle by and watch the light fade from your eyes. So I turned you.”
“You turned me into what?” I asked confused.
“Into a vampire miss Rebecca, into a vampire.” He said ominously.
I burst out into immediate laughter, “Hah, good one. Now seriously do you have some food? Because I am starving.”
He held my face and gazed into my eyes before letting go, “I am Miss Rebecca, serious that is. You must feed now and then you will begin to understand. There is a fridge on the corner there which should have an ample supply.”
With that he went out of the room without saying a single word. I locked the door behind him. A flood of thoughts hit me. Surely he was suffering from some psychotic break or maybe I imagined the entirety of last night but no way in hell was I a vampire. I could see my torn up clothes from the day before near a dresser on the far side of the room. I needed to get dressed and get the hell out of here.
I took off my night gown, tearing it in the process. Must be weak fabric I thought. I grabbed my dress and stood in front of the mirror and then stared in awe. My tanned skin now appeared pale white as if I were a ghostly apparition. The pinks of my flesh were more vibrant. Terrified of what might be I opened my mouth and thankfully saw no fangs or anything of the sorts. I felt strangely hungry and the prospect of food made me salivate.
I opened the fridge and the smell intoxicated me. It was a rustic, metallic smell and it was emanating from what appeared to be bags of blood. I instinctually reached for one and then it happened. I could feel my canines protrude out, as my tongue felt the outline. I felt hungry, too hungry. Without warning I bit in to the bag sucking out the blood as if it gave me life. My body felt like it was on fire, neurons firing off everywhere.
I opened my mouth and the excess blood drooled down my jaw and covered my chest. I truly was a vampire, Oliver was right. With a finger I lapped up the blood on my tits into my mouth. I threw the bag away and grabbed the next one and felt up myself. Suddenly the room felt like a thousand degrees. I bit into the bag and sat on the floor on the blood which was pooling around.
I emptied the bag and threw that as well. With one hand I played with the fleshy mounds of my nipples while tracing my slit downstairs. I rubbed my nipples hard and it gave me satisfaction like never before. I needed something inside of me. I found a hair brush nearby and gently inserted the base into my vagina. My insides constricted and tightened as if I was a teenage girl once again.
I put one finger into my blood soaked mouth and inserted that into my virginal asshole. I never fucked in the ass before but now I wanted both my holes to be filled. With one hand I used the hair brush to throttle my vagina while fingering my tight asshole. I was face down on the floor with my ass in the air. My thoughts were flooded of Oliver and how good his cock would feel right about now.
I thought of how he would ravish me with his cock and I hungered for that sensation. These thoughts fueled me, driving me into delirious oblivion. I fastened my speed to that above mere humans, I looked around and saw a blur where I fucked myself. But I felt every sensation, every movement.
My pussy started to tighten and suck in the hair brush. I came not too soon after sending waves and waves of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel the hair on my body stand erect. I took out the hair brush from my pussy which was now slick with my pussy juices. I put in into mouth and sucked it off savoring my own sweet nectar. It was then that Oliver barged back into the room.
“Whoa! I am so sorry Miss Rebecca.” He said turning his gaze away, “I didn’t think you would be occupied.”
I threw away the brush and nonchalantly walked up to him, “Nothing you haven’t seen before right? I mean you did change my clothes last night. You changed a lot of things last night didn’t you?”