I Once saw this girl at a party, and I thought she was the hottest piece of meat in there. But in reality... I've never been around anyone colder in my life.
So I met this really hot chick at a party and thought it was going to be easy getting into some hanky panky after the night was over... Well I did, but it required a sacrifice I wasn't usually accustomed to.
This three part short story contains sex and suggestive themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Your discretion is advised.
I couldn’t utter much words at that moment. I was just… too cold to speak to the girl that held me there on the dirt ground, having my back propped to an old black tree. Her body was like ice, like the blood within her veins were frozen for days before she met me that night. I guess the only thing that was hot about her was just what she was wearing that evening… but it felt like it was just a game she played with me the whole time.
We were only just having an awesome time with a couple drinks and danced at a party my friend invited me to. One of my favorite music artists was there and I just had to check it out. Plus, this was probably one of those times I had the opportunity to score some pussy.
But seeing her sucking out my blood from my neck in the dark night, it was left to the diminishing imagination. I mean, a guy can dream in his last moments... right?
Her hold on me was firm as the body that drew me to her, and the smile that caught my attention was excruciatingly beautiful. When she talked, it was like melting hot fudge on ice cream. It was sweet and tasty. I couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of her.
So I pursued, never stopping until I heard a new tune in that voice. She took notice and took me for a ride. We got together in the kitchen, my plastic cup on the countertop by the sink as I pushed myself against her on the edge, her covered breasts pressured by my persistence. her body was cold, but her ocean blue eyes caught me in a trance. I had my hands all over those alluring hips that were confined in her short black skirt and talked her into coming to my place to continue our ‘endeavors’, and she was getting into my side of thinking, like I thought this was going to be an easy score.
… Damn, I was very wrong.
I put my hand on her cold shoulder and tried to put some effort into prying her off me the best I could, grunting after she pressed harder into my jugular. She wasn't going to let go, and that was just one of the many things I went through that night when we went through the park as a shortcut. the party was about three blocks away and once we’ve made it to the end, my place would be just around the corner.
we carried on slow and easy through the livid lights that glimmered the concrete path. I wrapped my arm around her back while she hugged my side. It was like we were some couple going on a lovely stroll to a bridge, marveling the shimmering moonlit stream underneath, like we were part of a chick flick from The Hallmark Channel.
She stopped under a lamp, forcing me to halt and look at her. Her face was blocked by her pink pressed straight hair before she moved it all away from her face. The vibe she would give off was warm, even though she was still cold. she wanted to ask me a quick question before we moved on. Seeing that we had to stop, it must've been important.
And in a quick second, the lights went out. I looked above and around us to see nothing on but the moon.
Are you B positive or O negative?
It got colder around me. I quickly turned my head back to her, asking myself on what the fuck she was talking about at this type of time… then when I did, I saw most of her changed within seconds of me looking away to the damn lights. She was pale white like the styrofoam cup she drank from earlier that evening, her pink hair slightly discolored to follow the same density. And when I saw her eyes change from ocean blue to ruby, it was from that point on that I thought I made a very poor decision to take this girl anywhere.
Her smirk was growing enough for her to display her very sharp teeth to me, the moon glinting off her pearly whites.
I’m sorry. I just have a preferred taste, but I guess I’ll have to find out the fun way.
I knew I was a fuckup so far in my life when it came to everything. A could barely hold down a decent job with living pay, I could never achieve anything I wanted in my time to be remembered for it because life just wanted to be cruel to me. Even my artistic side of life was starting to shamble on me... and then one small beacon of hope came out of nowhere and presented itself to me, like it was a way out of my situation. I tried to take it.
I sort of succeeded, just not in a way I needed.
My blood ran down my shoulder, seeping into my plaid shirt as I was growing numb, like her mouth had always been on my neck. I couldn’t feel pain anymore, but I was okay with it by this point. At least what I wanted had finally come to me. Getting the chance to rest was the best thing for me at that moment, since I just didn’t want to deal with anything anymore. All I wanted to do was grab death’s hand and dance all the way to hell.
And while I tried to grab that hand desperately, something pulled me back to prevent that sweet connection. I tried to grab death by the cloak, but I could only feel glass separating us. My time wasn’t up. I just got bitten by a damn vampire and I didn’t know what to do with myself then because she didn’t finish me off. How could I survive, the same way I'd usually do? Live off my trashy life again?
I couldn’t do anything about it but wait to wake up again to figure out my position in this world. And when I did… my answer was surprising, but a pretty nifty treat.
“Where. the fuck. am I?” The words I spoke that day were justified with what I saw. What I’ve seen couldn’t be unseen and unheard.
The demons tryna call you back
To show you there’s another path
To get a better hold of you
All you had to do was lay your wrath
I had stumbled upon my death scene… and I knew it was it. I remembered the exact tree I was under, the same lamp that blew out over not too far from it. It was all covered by a cacophony of worrying commoners and law enforcement keeping them back. I wanted to look away from the evidence, I wanted to look away from what happened to my body. But I was slowly lured out of force to look at myself, or at least what I was. Which made me question who I really am. How am I looking at this? Was I reanimated in some way?
Once I got close, everyone fell silent and slowly turned their heads toward me. Their eyes, they were filled with… sorrow and disruption, like I was protruding or even invading their space. I got closer and saw them for who they were.
They were my family. They were my friends. They were as pale as I, their expressions never leaving my brain of how much pain they’ve taken in. The closer I got, they clapped their hands in a rhythmic tune and made a path for me. It was getting uncomfortable; a dwindling bell tune played behind me and thunder rolled through the thick clouds in the sky as I moved on, the rest closing behind me to follow slowly.
The demons tryna call you back
To get you flowin in the shame
Your life was in shambles
But they want to bring you back in the game
“This is the first time I’ve seen something like this happen in the town. Did the suspect just take out a drill and screw it into his neck?”
I got closer and saw two police officers in black standard uniform, crouching down in front of the tree with an investigator over their shoulders, his hands in the pockets of his heavy black trench coat.
“That wouldn’t make sense. There would be too much damage done to the skin that way. All of this would mostly be everywhere… it had to be something clean and sharp enough to break skin easily like jello, like a screwdriver.”
I watched as I heard my theory of death was explained to the officers. When I finally got close enough, I saw myself… and I was dead. My skin was pale, my body was covered in my own blood… My fucking body was on display and… and I had to sit there and look at it. Couldn’t do anything about it. And the answer rang through my head of the cause after I heard a chuckle from one of the officers.
The demons tryna call you back
To show you there’s another path
To get a better hold of you
All you had to do was lay your wrath
“Hey, you think a vampire might’ve done this though? Two clean holes parallel to each other-”
“James…”
“I’m just saying. What if the purp had that idea? What if they did this as a way of being creative? Y’know, to be more unique from any other killer?
“It’s a possibility, but for now we-”
The investigator heard my presence and turned towards me. His eyes were shot black with tears flowing slowly down his cheeks, meeting the ground haphazardly. He wasn’t sad though, he looked focused and calm despite his position. And the two officers stood by him with the same look, like they were almost expecting me to be there at some point… and it scared me.
The demons tryna call you back
To get you flowin in the shame
Your life was in shambles
But they want to bring you back in the game
“I’m sorry kid, looks like you couldn’t make it out… We’re still trying to find out who done the terrible deed to ya... So far, we just know that you were attacked and immediately underwent cardiac arrest from the assault.”
At that moment, I wanted to speak my mind. My lips moved, but my vocal cords would not, like they were cut from my throat, leaving me speechless. He came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, his men passing us to join the crowd behind me.
And after they left, I heard my dad’s voice flow through him, as if I was talking to him from the great beyond.
“You were a good kid. Always were, always would be. I’m gonna miss you, boy.”
The demons tryna call you back
To show you there’s another path
To get a better hold of you
All you had to do was lay your wrath
He let go of me and walked past me, leaving me and just my corpse alone on the scene. Everything was slowly shut out as I got closer to myself, looking in awe and surprise. I was truly dead and… I couldn’t deal with the Devil’s trick on me. That fucking beast had a cruel way of making me suffer and I had to say, it worked. It was effective, getting under my skin to make me lose it.
And he won that round, because I got too curious.
I crouched down to my face to look at my nasty wound in the neck, the blood black and dry. I put my hand against it to really feel how that wound was placed. I curved my jugular accidentally and pooled more black blood from the wound, which made me slowly pull back.
Until it grabbed my neck with a death grip stronger than a countertop vise.
It stood up and brought me with it, making me look at it’s dark eyes, colorless and soulless like a real corpse. Everything blacked out around us in a flash second of standing, only leaving me and my past to settle this reunion. The sound it made was… horrifying. I didn’t want to hear it, but it forced me anyway, getting louder every time I tried to look away.
I woke up and gasped as sudden as the dream’s end.
“Shit.” I panted, the perspiration falling down my hot face. Before even noticing I was on a freaking bed, my mind swimmed around that picture for a while. It made my head numb and I couldn’t feel part of my face for a minute. So I calmed myself and closed my eyes for a second, covering my face with my hands and wiping away my sweat.
“Nice to see you awake.”
My eyes shot open immediately. With one of my ears ‘malfunctioning’, I could still hear a familiar voice, feminine in nature and sweet like cotton candy. I put my hands down and discovered it was night time, like when I first met that girl. I didn't know how long I was out, but that wasn't the most important thing on my mind. what's imperative was how I got there in the first place. The dark and barely lit room was massive, as if it was built for a King or Queen. And the bed I laid on was immense, enough to fit like six people in it and drape over the tremendous curtains it had to seal them in confinement. And all around me was mirrors, desks, chairs (some facing me), and marble walls… And I’m on the bed thinking ‘what the fuck?’
“I was getting bored of the silence.”
I turned my head over to a window on my left to see her standing against it, looking out the window at the night sky that littered with stars, the moon complimenting her skin tone with a bright aura glow. From where I was, she looked to be having a nightgown covering her whole body, but I wasn’t for sure exactly. The moon was so bright, it almost made her into a silhouette.
I rubbed my hand over my forehead, running it through the front to back of my black hair, finally resting it on my ‘tainted’ neck. The bite was there, but it healed itself into two well sized scabs. It was just one hickey that will stay with me forever. I didn’t know...
I guessed thinking about it sensually calmed the nerves when I thought about it.
“Where… am I?” She turned to look at me, those red eyes staring down in my direction. I didn’t know wether to be intimidated or threatened, but there was something definitely going on with her iris.
She got closer to me, her steps quiet and subtle. When she got into clear view, I was right. She was wearing a yellow nightgown. She still had on about everything I saw her in, except for her top, which she only wore a pink strapless bra that camoed impressively behind the lighter color. Her hair and visage were still the same from when she attacked me, only she left her two significantly keen whites for me to see again, the ones that… killed me.
She seemed nonchalant or bored in a way, and I didn’t know why then when she waited for me to wake up. “You’re in my chambers…” she stopped in front of the bed and sat on the chair in front of me, crossing her smooth legs and propping her elbow on one of the arms, leaning inward. “... As a thank you, I had to at least give you some proper comfort for your future.”
I rubbed my face after I finally felt my hand against my cheek. “Uh, thanks? For what exactly?”
“For replenishing me.” Her smile was the same way as at the party; warm and comforting. It was starting to grow on me as she leant back comfortably on the chair. “I didn't think I was going to make it through the rest of the night without you.”
“What do you mean? Like the food wasn’t good or some shit?” I was sorta pissed in nature. Anybody would be if someone sucked their neck and made them bleed, profusely at that.
She chuckled as if it were some smart joke I made... Fucking bitch she was I tell you.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. The food was good, I just don’t gain from it.” She closed her eyes, her posture still the same as I motioned to move out of bed. “The blood from a living body is what keeps me going… and I’ve been starving for the last couple of days.”
After moving a bit, I realized I still had my clothes on, just not my shirt. Must've been too bloody to keep on. My upper body was bare and I was left to feel the comforting air around me, caressing me into the chil.
“So I was your energy drink basically?”
She frowned. Like I gave a shit. “Don't take tonight's antics too bad. It was extreme, but I didn't mean to do it to you; conveniently, you were just there.”
I stared at her as she got up, flustered of such a response. “Me? Conveniently? There was like fifty people at that party!”
“And you were the only one who persisted.” I could feel her annoyance radiating in the air, but I didn't care like I should have. I was one to always jump the gun into the situation before thinking about it. First time it was when she killed me, second…
“So you killed me just because I pushed for sex. That's all it was? You just had to resist saying ‘I'm not interested’ or ‘I have a boyfriend’ or some cliche bullshit?” With every response she gave came anger. That's all I felt in my heart. It's just something about being left alive and suffering that got on my nerves. The longer I look at her, the more furious I'd get, which I found surprising… I never got that mad, but it just felt natural.
Just like her anger did to her.
She balled up her fists, agitated. “How am I supposed to do that to a guy who didn't want to keep his pants on? You were all over me! You kept wanting me for what I had. I needed energy. I was starving and I had no other choice!” She crossed her arms. “You can whine all you want about it, but what’s done is done.”
For a long while, we stood there eyeing each other. For all we both knew, we could see fire in each other's eyes. I was filled with hatred and regrets. I did not want to see her fucking face anymore. It was beautiful, but underneath it was a fucking monster hiding away. It sickened me to the core.
But even though I was pissed off, she looked more dangerous than me at that moment. I offended her for being this cheap attention whore without any type of remorse from my accusation. It almost made me feel bad for going that far…
Almost.
I turned tail for the door. “Fuck you, bitch. I'm out of here.” Just as I made it to the door, I froze up. I couldn't move or talk; only stood.
“You're not going anywhere.”
My whole body moved on its own and forced my eyes back on hers. They were growing brighter and caught my full attention. I knew I couldn't trust those eyes when I first saw them. But like I said, I jumped the gun a lot.
She made me walk toward her slowly until I was a foot away from her face. “I know I did some wrong things to you... but I'm not going to stand here and have my name slandered like I'm some fucking dog!”
I thought I was going to get hurt pretty badly by this point. If she was able to control me by simply staring at me, what else could she do? For the first time in a while, I was getting a bit nervous.
But from the door was where my luck had come through.
“Hey Flutterbat, you okay in here?” I couldn’t see who it was, but the voice was feminine as well. I guess the loud fuss we put up was getting around the house, or whatever the place was. Wasn’t for sure if it was a house or some castle depending on the room we were in. But I was for sure about my window of opportunity.
Flutterbat looked behind me, no longer keeping me hold from her gaze. “Pinkie, what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy here!?”
They ignored the venom with their otherwise cheery attitude, which was weird to me. Wish I knew where I was so I wouldn’t have to go there again. “Twilight wanted me to make sure. You are keeping a ruckus up here after all.”
“Just tell her that I’m almost finished. She can get back to her experiments or whate-” I used the element of surprise and pushed her, getting her staggering off balance before I turned and ran to the door. The pinkish looking girl stood at the door, moving out of my way. I didn’t get a good description of her, but I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t have the time or luxury to do such. All I had on my side was my mindset. I had to get the fuck out of there.
“Oh no you don’t!”
As quick as I made it to the door, Flutterbat already had her hands fully pressed against my chest and my side. And in quick motion she pushed and threw me back to the opposite wall, my back impacting it with heavy force. The contact was harsh as the mirrors and walls crumbled under me, the small debris of glass and rock falling on me after dropping face first to the floor. I had no words for how dumbfounded I was for such brute power befalling upon me. All I could do was lay there in pain, not even getting the chance to embrace the sweet caress of unconsciousness… That definitely left a mark.
“Pinkie… we need to be alone.”
“Well, what do you want-”
“Now, Pinkie Pie…”
I heard the door shut and lock before silence rolled in… I didn't know what she was going to do now. The anxiety and anticipation was killing me. How I'm supposed to deal with her was unbeknownst to me. If the hit I took earlier was no indication of her power, I don't know what else to say. It left me in curiosity and fear.
Without my will to do so, I removed myself from within the small rubble. There was only a few scratches on me, but nothing life threatening; just some flesh wounds. I didn't know how I could withstand such force put against me. I should've been dead or at least severely injured. That shit fucking hurt.
Then I asked myself… what was wrong with me?
I looked at Flutterbat, her the same with me. We both got closer to each other, her with grace and me by force. We stood face-to-face, leveled to the same height. She softened her eyes and sighed before loosening my movement. I wasn't able to move from my stance however. She put her hands on my bare shoulders, which was helping me relax from what just happened moments ago.
And then she kissed me. It was surprising at first. I mean we just got out from a heated argument against each other, and it all pretty much went up in the air like nothing. The negative energy had to be disposed of somehow for us to be so composed; it seemed unethical on how it was done. It’s like reading a french love novel when someone's almost about to catch a bullet to the chest. And for that, I sorta relaxed for the most part… until she bit my bottom lip.
It wasn’t a soft bite for my tongue. It was hard enough to make me bleed. It didn’t hurt much though, it was more of like a gentle pinch. But what mattered most was my blood. The taste of it was… great? I couldn’t quite explain the taste, because it would change every time I sticked my teeth into someone. But just my first taste had the essence of cherry, one of my most favorite flavors. From then on I was feeling too relaxed into the kiss, like I was getting drunk from it all.
My blood was falling onto my chest before I voluntarily moved the front flaps of her nightgown to grab onto her soft hips. My mouth was feeling funny, like I could feel the roof of it open up two wounds deliberately and sprout two new bones from them. They hit the outside of my lips and when Flutterbat felt them, she pulled away, my blood plastered on her lips that ran down her jaw.
She spoke softly to me. “Look, I'm still sorry that I can't get back what you lost tonight. I wish I could take it back and make things right for you… The only thing I can do for you is to show you what you've become. And in order to do that, you have to trust me.”
So from that point, I assumed I was a vampire. Just from what I experienced from feeling two bones just form out of nowhere in my mouth and how she couldn’t fix it back. I wasn’t okay with it, but I sadly had to accept it.
I sighed and drooped my head. It was getting difficult for me. “Do I even have a choice?”
“No.” She answered. There wasn’t much fighting it. I couldn't go on in the world without the nohow on certain things. Well, I could… it’d just be more difficult. Like, I’ll probably end up in my lame apartment, hungry and exhausted, wondering why my damn food wasn’t satisfying me, giving me the nourishment I needed to at least move a muscle to make a measly step.
God, help me.
She pulled herself away from me before grabbing the stems of her hair, pressing and wrapping them together to form a pink bun.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to bite my neck.”
I looked back up to her face, hesitating. “Wait... D-do what now?”
“You need to learn how to adjust to your new fangs by using them for their potential, starting with me.” She finished wrapping her hair, her neck clear of any obstacles.
I had a distinctive hunger for food when I first woke up in that place. It wasn't something noticeable at the time, but became evident over time as I stayed active. I was slowly losing energy and I hadn't noticed it until I sank into her throat. And when I did, I felt my body ache within me for a second before gaining my strength back, plus more. It was like a fiery gauntlet had open its doors to let out a warrior who passed by the heinous trials, proving himself worthy of taking over my vessel.
Okay so maybe that was too in depth, but it just felt that way. I mean, after tasting her blood, I kinda went overboard with need for cherry. So, I got inspired from that of what I did.
She sucked in a breath of air after I slid my hands along her back, going up until I felt the strong silk bond of her straps… and ripped them apart. I dropped the ruined fabric and pushed up to her shoulders to gently let her gown fall. But before I could do that, she put her hand against my forehead and swiftly pushed me off her neck, her blood spewing out slowly down to her gown. I looked back up to her eyes, to see her obviously fatigued from my actions. I didn't know I took it that far, it was just that she tasted so good and I needed more of her. I… I couldn't let go.
I felt regretful.
“My bad, I didn't mean to-” she raised her finger to hush my lips, making me do a quick once over down and to her eyes again, which they were looking more dim and debilitated than lively and vivid. She weakly smiled however as she grabbed the flaps of her gown.
“Don't worry about it. It was your first bite after all...” she pulled her flaps open and gently rolled her shoulders back before letting the bloody cover piece fall to the floor with a soft thud. For the first time, I finally got to see her mammaries. I wished I lived to see the day of looking at her perky weightless additions. Sucks to be dead now.
“Damn…” I wish I had the words back then to say what I wanted to do with her, but she figured me out on who I was and what I was. She didn’t hesitate to grab the opportunity in the air for her to grasp.
She put her hands back onto my shoulders, massaging them gently with her thumbs. It made me sigh with relaxation. “You are similar to me with the same mindset, same thought process, and the same drive. All that’s different is our bodies… but that’s what makes this more special for experimentation.”
She let her hands slide down my chest, gently passing over my nipples. The sharp sting I felt from their stiff nature allured me even further into the abyss. But she didn’t stop just there, I could tell. She wanted more from me.
“What type of experimentation?” Her body regained its vibrant color once again, her eyes looking red and youthful once more. I just then noticed it after she explained what we were going to do.
“To test which one of our needs are stronger than the other.”
Even though I didn’t like her… I couldn’t say I didn’t love her. She was unique, the type I’ve never seen apart from all the other fascinating women I’ve scouted around for, aside from her being dead of course. But even so, her demeanor was unpredictable at times; you never truly knew if she was into doing something until the time actually came.
This was what I experienced.
“So…” Swiftly, she grabbed onto the hem of my pants with both of her hands, pulling me closer so that our damaged bodies made contact against one another. She pulled me forward, the unkempt bed behind her, her voice sultry and intimate. “I want you to take that dick of yours and fuck me really good with it.” She sat on the bed and scooted back more with her feet, letting me go. The pants fell off suddenly from my waist to the floor.
I whispered. “Oh fuck…” From then on, she didn’t have to keep pulling my hand. Her words inspired me to keep going, chasing her as she tried to flee backward.
“I want to squeeze out what you have and make it mine…” I got onto the bed, not leaving her gaze. I looked at her as if she was a unique delicacy when her milk chocolate skin glowed where the moon illuminated. I pushed her legs along my thighs, forcing her to stop before she got to the wooden headboard.
I want you… to suffer with me.
I simultaneously ripped both her skirt and underwear, throwing them aside somewhere along with mine to reveal her glistening slit, ready for me to do some damage. Those words… it-they clicked with me. All I felt from then on was following everything she said, down to the smallest detail, like it was some secret passcode to control me… I was being controlled.
But seeing her ask for my dick, I didn't give a shit.
So, I penetrated. No foreplay, just going right into it. I went slow and wanted to feel everything she had to offer. I shivered, almost damn near trembled from how good she felt. I shut my eyes and grunted from how tight she was back then, feeling her literally squeezing me in her hold, to try to keep me in place so she could adjust to me. But, my primal instincts didn’t want to stop, not until I was completely spent of my energy.
And I had loads of energy. Think of that between a living being and a dead vampire. On how it worked out for me, I’ve never felt such sparks role within me before. But then again, I’ve never had a cold body either. I would be fatigued after about a minute to be honest, but her sweet blood gave me the boost I needed to last longer to satisfy her.
This all wasn't entirely for me, even though I greatly enjoyed it. It was all for her command, her order. To suffer with her.
She wrapped her arms around me as I slid out and back inside of her, building rhythm with my thrusts and her hips. For the longest of time over her moans of satisfaction, I had a thought of how it came to be this way. Of course it all ended in sex, I just thought it would be a bit more simple to just leave it at that. But I was part of a story, one that would mostly build overtime, my character with hers. This was basically our first meeting, but while having the time of my resurrection just having a nice fuck, I guess I could say the story was starting off great.
Her noticeable behavior toward me was off whatever she had me do. If she wanted me to fucker her harder, I would follow every word. If she wanted me to let her take over, I relax. If she wanted me to even die for her amusement… I would. It just showed how much power she had that hid away from me.
So with that power came a much higher advantage for her. With my heightened stamina, she made me do everything to her that made her submissive in every way, from on the wall, in front of a desk, on the floor, just about everywhere in that room. I treated her breasts with care, but enforced the thought that they were mine that night. I firmly squeezed while being gentle with her. Her moans were all I craved for, what I had as a main source of energy. And she gave me all I wanted: her pleasure.
The only thing she wanted now was to take over from my hard work.
As she laid on top of me and took my dick repeatedly with a sharp slap of our thighs, I put my hands on her hips to keep her steady. I puffed silently while she still moaned for her thrilling deeds, her tongue lolling from such excitement. I guess it's been a long time since she had this type of touch, with her pussy being tight as a fucking noose around my cock. I wasn't complaining at all about it though; the tighter she was sucking out of me, the more I felt I was going to lose myself. It was so good, I couldn't imagine anything else better. It almost made me want to release my stress inside her. But when she dropped her chest onto mine, she beat me to it.
I did seconds after her.... and just when I thought that was end of it, I learned two things. I was a pleasure vampire. Based off how I met her was how I got into this category. I could gain what I need from drinking blood, but the best only came from sexual tension, one of the highest points of the heart's tempo, where most of the blood was pumped. So that was pretty cool, sex was my new addictive drug.
The second one… She would then assume ownership of me. I was her’s now, right when she bit me on the neck long ago. That bite was her mark on me. Part of her was in my bloodline to control me for any purpose she wanted me to do. Even when she gave me the option to be free, it was just a lie. I never had the choice as I did at the party… If I could go back in time and change anything from what I did to be there, I would do so in a heartbeat, because living forever with a thirst for blood everyday wasn’t my favorite part of the day.
I always wanted to do different things around the world, something that would satisfy me before leaving Earth to whatever war or tragedy she got herself into… but now, I am forever trapped to do Flutterbat's bidding, to do whatever she found worthy of me to handle for her. Usually it involved training more on my power and ascertaining it to its highest peak before moving on to the serious work. Apparently enough, she had a whole group of like minded people who were under her… and they were all female.
Now, I would love to explain a little more on how I met these other fine ladies ‘properly’, but that’s another story for another time. But the only thing I have to say is this…
Live your life to the fullest, because you’ll never truly know what you’ve lost until it’s too late.
… Damn Flutterbat. I Fucking hate that bitch… but I fucking love her.
