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Halloween (FF vampire) 
By RC (address withheld)

***

A raven-haired woman sat alone at a table. Her costume 
reminded me of that woman on TV called Elvira, a sexy 
vampiress. (FF, vampire)

***

I walked into the club and just stood there, looking at 
the wide variety of costumes. Dancing girls, 
Chippendale men, monsters, vampires, the usual royalty, 
they were all there. I myself was what I hoped was a 
sexy maid. Seamed stockings, a tiny maid's costume that 
almost but not quite revealed my breasts. And I had to 
be careful when I sat down, too. 

The guys were all over me, and all over every other 
single woman there as well. I was in heaven, trying to 
decide if any of my suitors were worth further 
attention. 

I noticed a crowd in a corner, and wandered in that 
direction, fending off advances as I went. I peered 
through the crowd to see what the commotion was about. 

A raven-haired woman sat alone at a table. Her costume 
reminded me of that woman on TV called Elvira, a sexy 
vampiress. The guys were lined up five and six deep 
trying to get her to converse with them, but she just 
sat there, smiling softly, sipping her drink, ignoring 
them all. 

I stared at her. The self-assurance the woman projected 
was truly remarkable. One guy put his hands on the back 
of an empty chair at her table, and she just raised her 
eyes and looked at him. She didn't frown, she still 
wore that same maddening smile. She didn't say a word. 
After a moment, the guy began shifting nervously. He 
then removed his hands from the chair and pushed his 
way out of the crowd. 

The woman's eyes slowly swept across the gathered 
males. They fell silent. A moment later, they started 
muttering amongst themselves, and one by one, they 
walked away. 

I found myself alone, still staring at her. 

She was staring back at me. 

When I realized this, I blinked and looked around. We 
were alone in the corner, the crowd had gone off to 
attempt other conquests. I looked back at her to find 
her still staring at me. Without a word, she motioned 
to the chair beside her. Not opposite her, beside her. 

Nervously, I sat down, not knowing why. I wasn't 
looking for a woman. I wanted male companionship. I 
would have taken about four seconds to choose a guy 
from the crowd this woman had had gaping at her. But 
now I was sitting alone in a dim corner with her. I 
shook my head, puzzled. 

She just looked at me, smiling. Her eyes seemed to 
glimmer in the dimness, to see right through me. Now I, 
too, began shifting nervously, and started to stand up. 
This was too weird. 

She shook her head. Slowly, I sank back down into my 
chair. I was truly nervous now. Her eyes, eyes that I 
had thought were dark, now seemed to be a bright, deep, 
blue. How was that possible? I blinked again, my eyes 
darting away from her, back to the milling crowd in the 
club. A crowd that was no longer paying any attention 
at all to the stunning woman in the corner. No longer 
paying attention to me. 

This was weird. 

"I am Leslie," she whispered. 

My eyes went back to her. Why do her eyes look green 
now? I shook my head, confused. 

"Um...Diane," I mumbled, my face flaring. 

She just nodded, still smiling. 

"Diane," she said softly, slowly, seeming to savor the 
taste of my name as it rolled easily from her lips. 
Bright red lips. Inviting lips. 

I shuddered violently. What the hell am I thinking, I 
wondered. This is getting to far-out for me. I tried to 
stand, but found a strange heaviness creeping through 
my body. No, I decided. It's so much easier to just sit 
here with her. I'll just sit here until I finish my 
drink, then get up. 

My drink. I looked at it, looked at the clear liquid 
which filled the glass. I reached out, my arm not 
wanting to cooperate, and picked the glass up off the 
table. It seemed so heavy. With great difficulty, I 
raised it to my lips and took a drink. My eyes met hers 
as my head tilted back. 

I felt my skin begin to crawl. Her eyes now seemed like 
wheels of fire, bright red, blazing at me from under 
those thick dark lashes. 

Without really being aware of it, I lowered my glass 
back to the table, my drink untasted. The sounds of the 
club seemed distant somehow, and the feeling of 
heaviness, of lethargy, was increasingly powerful. 

She moved. Her hand came towards me, reaching out to 
me. Without thinking, I reached up, my hand moving by 
itself, and took hers. She stood, as did I. My body 
felt like a lead weight, and yet movement now seemed 
effortless. Without a word, she guided me slowly 
through the crowd, which parted before her. No one 
seemed to pay us any attention as we walked out the 
door. I was led unresisting to a car. A large black 
car. 

She opened the back door and pointed. I sat down, not 
knowing why, my mind seemingly unable to process 
information on its own. She closed the door, got in, 
and started driving. 

I sat in the back like a statue as she drove. I 
wondered where we were going, I wondered why we were 
going there. I wondered about her eyes. I could not 
come up with any conclusions, it was too hard to even 
think. 

The car stopped. I looked out the window. Trees. 
Nothing but trees. 

A door opened and closed. Another door opening and 
closing, and she was beside me in the back seat. 

"You want me," she said softly. 

I stared at her, not really comprehending what she had 
said. But I found myself nodding agreement. Her eyes 
were still bright points of fire, and I found myself 
staring into them, trying to figure out what was going 
on. It was impossible to think clearly. I gave up 
trying. 

She reached out again. Her hand was between my breasts, 
gently holding the material of my maid's costume. 
Without warning, she pulled violently, and my costume 
was ripped from my body. 

Startled, I let out a shriek. She laughed, the sound 
echoing loudly in the car's large interior. Feeling as 
if I had been released from some dark spell, I suddenly 
panicked. I was alone in a car with a crazy woman, out 
in the woods somewhere. 

Oh, my God. 

I screamed as loud as I could as I felt her hands 
against my breasts. I struggled as she squeezed my 
nipples, as she burrowed her hand between my legs, legs 
held tight together by quivering muscles. I was sobbing 
as I felt a slender finger probing at my hidden folds. 
Folds that were somehow so moist and so hot. Oh, so 
hot. 

Those bright red lips closed around my left nipple. 
That slender finger worked its way deep inside my body. 
I cried out again, this time with a mixture of panic, 
shame, and - pleasure. 

Oh, God. This is turning me on. 

I cried even harder. 

My eyes darted around the darkened interior of the car, 
looking for something to distract her, to disable her, 
to get her the hell off me. All I could see was the 
glow of the dash clock. 

11:50 PM. 

My head tipped back against the door and I screamed as 
Leslie brought me to climax. I was crying like a baby 
now, humiliated, and yet so - aroused. 

She had asked if I wanted her. I had agreed 
unconsciously. Now she was taking me, using me, making 
me - cum. 

Oh, God. 

Her finger pressed against my clit, rubbing furiously. 
Her mouth moved from breast to breast, then up my 
chest, and her sharp teeth began nibbling at the base 
of my neck. Her other hand worked its way behind my 
head, pulling me closer to her. I cried out again as 
yet another climax rippled through my trembling body. 

I was turned on. Lord help me, I was turned on. 

There was a stillness. I peered at her, panting, 
gasping, wanting her to continue. Those burning eyes 
stared up at me, unblinking, unwavering, holding me in 
an iron grip. 

"You want me," she whispered again. 

I nodded. I knew I was nodding. I said "Yes" in a weak 
voice. 

She laughed, the sound deafening. Her laughter shook 
the car, seeming to come from the very depths of the 
earth itself. Then she was once more kissing my throat, 
fingering my cunt, making me crazy. I gave up all 
attempts at resistance as my body responded to her 
touch. 

My wide eyes darted about aimlessly, and I noticed the 
dash clock. 

Midnight. 

Her lips brushed lightly over my throat. I moaned with 
pure ecstacy. 

A sudden, sharp, burning pain erupted from my neck, 
where Leslie's face pressed against my skin. A warm 
feeling, a lightheaded feeling. One more incredible, 
blinding orgasm that seemed to erase every last trace 
of reality itself as it carried me into the far reaches 
of ecstacy. I cried out again, one last shriek of 
intense pain and unimaginable pleasure. 

I rolled over and looked at the clock radio. Six 
thirty. Damn. I must have forgotten to set the alarm 
again. 

Bounding out of bed, I ran into the bathroom. I jumped 
in the shower, jumped out, and stood before the mirror 
to do my hair. 

How odd. There was no reflection. 

Puzzled, I reached out and tapped the mirror. Yes, it 
was there, as well as the usual reflections of the 
bathroom itself. 

Where the hell was MY reflection? 

Puzzled, a bit nervous, I did my hair as best I could. 
I went back into the bedroom and dressed for work. 
Outside, I got in my car and tilted the inside mirror 
to check my hair. I frowned. No reflection there 
either. 

What the hell was going on? 

I looked into the mirror again and my mouth went dry. 

A pair of burning red eyes stared back at me. A low, 
knowing laugh seemed to echo through my mind. 

My unease grew as I drove to work. Once there, I ran 
into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. 

There was a reflection. I sighed with relief. 

My relief turned to horror as my image slowly seemed to 
change. I was now staring at a woman who seemed very 
familiar. Her name...name... 

Leslie. 

The party... 

Her eyes... 

Her car.... 

The incredible pleasure she had shown me. Pleasure I 
somehow knew I would always have at my beck and call, 
whenever, wherever I wanted it, and with whoever I 
wanted it with. Pleasure undreamed of was mine for the 
taking. 

And as her image faded, with my own image failing to 
reappear, I became aware of the price that pleasure 
carried. I stared at the mirror, now empty but for her 
smoldering eyes. 

Those eyes burst into flame and she laughed. 

I felt a strange warmth, a sense of release, as I 
laughed with her. 

THE END 

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