Night of Blood...05:22 Sep 25 2009
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The night is so inviting, the air is cold and wet. My skin becomes tight from the bone-chilling wind, and my hair stands up straight and hard with the icy breeze. My skin becomes cold and moist as I walk towards my hunting grounds. All becomes chilly expect for my tongue, my tongue becomes hot and thirsts for my prey. I walk down the street to my hunting grounds, I see them all, my prey. All of them blissful and unaware of my true identity, they continue towards their certain fate, if only they knew. I approach the threshold of the home of my contact. He briefly greets me at the door with only a quick eye-to-eye gaze to acknowledge my presence. I walk ever so ecstatic inside, examining my prey in their natural environment. The air is thick with sweat, alcohol, smoke, and the sweetest scent of them all…blood. The air is vibrant to me as I search for the most appetizing among this flock of lambs. They dance with the vigor of life and lust, and they celebrate their all too fragile flickering flames of life. I scan the entire flock, finding none among them that could arouse my fangs and thirst. I feel the gaze of a human upon me, I turn towards the kitchen and there she was.
She stood there, holding a small half-full red cup of drink, subtly flirting with me from across the herd of humans. I scanned her body and was most impressed by her physique. She stood at nearly my height, long wavy dark blonde hair with a single magenta bang that hung down her fair skinned face. Her eyes were a beautifully toned green…inviting, confident, promiscuous, lively, and screaming to be dominated. Her lips were full and pouty, and her neck was guarded by only a thin silver chain with a crescent moon emblem hanging between her perfectly shaped breasts…round, full, firm and soft even by sight…she wore a simple yet provoking wardrobe. She wore a torn short denim skirt with a fashionable black belt that held a thick silver chain. Her torso was hugged by a tight hot pink tank that revealed her belly, shoulders, cleavage, and her back.
My mouth began to water just by looking at this perfect specimen. I simply rounded the corner to hallway, awaiting her eventual arrival. I could see her in my mind as clear as night, she calmly walked from the kitchen to the hallway, completely invisible to everyone else. She turns the corner and immediately makes eye contact...she has already fallen into my trap.
I look deep into her eyes, those beautiful green eyes. I become a true predator and begin to lure my prey with the greatest weapon in my arsenal. I begin to Glamour her with the greatest of ease. I empty my mind and spirit, becoming dark and hollow. She falls into the vacuum that is my soulful and alluring eyes. Her mind has become nothing more than a prisoner of her most basic instincts, the instinct to be dominated by a true predator like myself. She leans in close and I intercept her lips using only a single index finger to her full pouty lips. She looks deep into my eyes with longing and desire. I take my finger from her lips and gently hold her hand and guide her up the steps to what would most certainly be an empty bedroom. We climb the stairs and with each step her desire grows exponentially, her heart pounds for attention, her breath becomes vigorous and rough, her body begins to heat up and become filled with want and desire. My overwhelming spirit easily overpowers her mind and she is without a single doubt my slave and prey.
We reach a room at the end of the second floor hall and I guide her into the room and slowly and quietly close the door behind me. I stand there behind her, mesmerized by her perfection, her hourglass-figure, her supple bottom, her smooth back and wavy hair, her long slender athletic legs, and her scent…the scent of blood, sweat, alcohol, and flowery perfume. I slowly approach her from behind her and gently place my hands upon her curvy hips and I gently pull her close to me. I place our hips together and her head instinctively leans back and falls on my shoulder. I look at her from the corner of my eye and notice her equal gaze. I slowly lean toward her face and gently kiss her lips, our eyes connect and her hand lifts up and she places it on the back of my head and pulls me in for another kiss. The feeling of her lips on mine, the sensation of our tongues clashing in one another’s mouth, the taste of her mouth and her lip gloss mixed with the subtle flavor of alcohol and sweets. My hands traverse her torso and find her breasts, I grasp and caress her and listen to her subtle moans and grunts as I massage her body firm and gentle. She turns in my arms and faces me, our lips never leaving each other; she unbuttons my black shirt and slowly slides it off my arms and throws it to the corner of the room. My hands begin to caress her hips again and I kiss her neck, her moans become louder and her body begins to grind against my own. She undoes her belt and quickly drops her skirt exposing her pale pink thong, then I lift her tank off her body and throw it to the ground and I could see her pale pink bra hugging her perfect breasts. Our eyes met and I gently lift her body and move her to the bed. I lay her back on the bed softly and place my knee between her legs and lean over her. I lean in and gently kiss her lips. She wraps her arms around my own and begins to grind me. I slowly unhook her bra and leave it on her body simply undone. I begin to kiss her on her neck and chest simply to make her moan louder and louder. She bends her leg and places it so I am directly between her legs. I lean in towards her chest and I bite the center of her bra, slowly I lift the garment and toss over my shoulder.
I stare at her bare chest for only a moment. I lean in and kiss her on her bare nipple, her body torques and her moans are now open-mouthed and with full breathes. I kiss her lips and gaze deep into her eyes. She places her fingertips on the elastic band of her underwear and begins move it, I stop her quickly only to remove it myself. She looks at me first with surprise, then with excitement. I stand, and gently yet quickly pull the elastic of her final garment down. I feel my fingertips slide against her bare hips, then on her thighs, then down her long smooth legs, and lift the thong off her feet and drop it to the ground.
There she is, completely bare and exposed. She is a Goddess in its truest form…pure, natural, beautiful, warm, and seductive. I step back for a moment to appreciate my prey. Her fair skin and perfect curves, her athletic body and adorable facial features…she slowly spreads her legs and licks her full lips. I unbuckle my belt and let my black denim jeans fall to the floor, I mount her and begin to kiss her. She reaches down while I’m kissing her and she gently grabs me and presses me against her soft outer flesh. I can feel such a warm sensation as she presses me even deeper and lets me deep into her core. Her mouth opens silently the moment I enter her. She presses her legs on my hips like a vice and she places her hands on the back of my neck. I start to grind and listen to her moans as they become louder with each inward trust. I feel her moist core as I slip in and out of her body, her nails begin to dig into my back and her legs tighten even more. I can hear her breathing become heavy and I feel her heart race with increasing pleasure, but what I feel most…is her blood. I kiss her neck and I can nearly taste it, it’s right there. The slippery sensation on my body and the warm and wet feeling inside her body make it difficult to control my hunting prowess. Then just when I thought I might release too soon, I am overcome by my thirst and I feel my fangs erect from my teeth and become hard and wet. I grab her from behind her back and pull her in as firmly as I can. Then with a deep breath and swift motion, I sink my fangs into the flesh on her neck. The sensation of my long hard fangs piercing her fair skin, and the feeling of her blood running down my chin and her neck are overwhelming and yet I feel a sense of natural-being. As I swallow each drink of blood, I notice the sweet and savory taste of human blood that reminds me of what I am…I am Vampire.
As I feed on her, her legs continue to tighten in anticipation and her moans become screams of pleasure and I continue to grind into her. Then with a thunderous roar from both myself and my prey, we come and I release into her. She goes limp in my arms and her eyes roll to the back of her head, I gently lay her back down and step away. There, the hunt is complete. I look at her with a sense of accomplishment. She simply laid there with a slight but definite smile on her lips, the sight of a completely bare skinned beauty with crimson blood stained on her neck and on the bed sheets. I put my clothes back on and neatly fold her clothes and place them on the bed next to her, and I kiss her softly on the cheek, then I leave the room and close the door and lock it for her safety…not mine.
As I walked down the stairs and through the crowd of humans, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was in an all-you-can-eat buffet. But with my thirst satisfied for now, I glide through the herd and make my way to the door, my senses irritated by the loud rhythumless music, the stench of sick humans, and the subtle but unmistakenable scent of drugs and tobacco. I reach the door and notice my contact standing there greeting more guests. I stand silently gazing into his eyes and he nods his head to me and goes about his business. I walk out the house and it feels as if I walked out of one world and into another world. The refreshingly cold and moist air is a welcomed change to my hot and sweaty skin. I walk down the street and look up to the sky to find it, the moon, the one thing that gives me my peace after a hunt. I walk, alone, without a companion or friend by my side. For now it doesn’t matter…I will find a companion and hunt with them, someday. Until then, I hunt alone, seeking the sweet/savory crimson blood of humanity…my source of power.
But I think to myself, “Why are we alone? Is it so that we can hunt with more freedom? Or is it so we can have encounters with humans like I just had? Well…in the end, we are alone…and there is nothing but a cold, wet, dark night with a bright silvery moon to keep us company. But I also believe that we find special individuals in our lifetimes that share our journey through life. I am sure that I will meet mine, some night under the bright silvery moon.”
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