From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduFri Jun 23 01:32:55 1995
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 95 23:54:50 EST
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
To: jstevens@tdg.res.uoguelph.ca
Subject: Re: request (auto response)
Title : BloodTies
Author: Doug Atkinson and Jeff Johnston
E-mail: jeffj@yang.earlham.edu
BLOOD TIES
By Doug Atkinson and Jeff Johnston
JeffJ@earlham.bitnet DougA@earlham.bitnet
JeffJ@yang.earlham.edu DougA@yang.earlham.edu
[Disclaimer: The above story is a work of fiction. Neither of the authors is
now, or ever has been a vampire, or, indeed, any type of undead. Neither are
our mothers vampires, nor have we slept with them. If we have offended any
incestuous undead readers of this newsgroup, please accept our apologies. We
are currently conducting research for our next story, those wishing to assist
us should e-mail to: jeffj@yang.earlham.edu or douga@yang earlham.edu]
"I've never quibbled
If it was ribald
I would devour
Where others merely nibbled"
--Tom Lehrer, "Smut"
The taxi dropped me off in front of the bar. I paid the driver and
hopped out, and regretted it. The place was almost unbelievably sleazy
looking. The parking lot was filled with flattened beer cans, broken bottles,
and soggy roaches, and the neon sign was spelled wrong. I couldn't believe
that I was doing this.
I'd got a phone call the night before. I was busy with this girl I'd
picked up after work, so I tried to ignore, but after maybe twenty-seven rings
I finally got fed up and answered.
"Yeah?"
A woman was on the other end. "Is this David Jannon?"
"Yeah. Look, is this important? I'm kinda busy."
"This is real important. I've gotta meet you."
"Look, do I know you? If I got you pregnant, call my lawyer, otherwise
go away. I'm"
"In the middle of fucking someone, it sounds like. Look, I--"
I started feeling sick. I'd been puking a lot lately; maybe I was
coming down with stomach flu or something. "Excuse me. I'll be right back."
I dropped the receiver and ran to the bathroom. I retched about five
times, drank a glass of water, and headed back to the phone.
"Sorry about that."
"Did you have to throw up or something?"
That surprised me. "How did you--"
"I know a lot. You've been throwing up a lot, right?"
"Yeah"
"Sensitive eyes?"
"Yeah." I'd been wearing sunglasses a lot lately, because the light
really bothered my eyes lately. A sunny day really hurt.
"Look, I know a lot about what's going on. If you come to the Cat &
Rooster tomorrow night at midnight, I'll explain everything." She hung up.
I sat down and thought about it. Maybe I'd slept with her and she'd
given me some bizarre sex disease. It couldn't hurt to find out. I looked
into my bedroom and saw that Kelly had split while I was talking. I wouldn't
have anything going on tomorrow, then. What the hell.
The bar was even worse from the inside. I ordered a beer, but no way
in hell was I drinking it. Not only would I probably puke it up, it looked
like it'd scour the toilet bowl clean on the way down.
I was getting a bit sick of waiting when a girl finally came into the
bar. (I hadn't seen any, except for the hooker who needed change for the
parking meter. I assume they had more taste than to come here.)
She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen. The lousy lighting in the bar
made her waist-length blonde hair look red, and it gave her skin an unnatural
cast. Didn't affect her black tank top and jeans, though.
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked. I nodded and gestured to the other
chair, which she turned backwards and sort of sprawled on.
"Why were you looking for me?" I said. She sighed, and reached down
into her purse to get a cigarette. I tossed her the matchbook out of the
ashtray and she lit up, and handed it back to me. She took a couple of long
drags, then flipped her hair over her hair. She rested her arm on the back of
the chair and rested her chin on it.
"David, what did your parents tell you about your background?" she
asked finally.
- Jesus, I thought. This woman drags me out here, breathes smoke on
me, and wants to hear my life story. I thought real hard about throwing up on
her to make up for it, but I didn't want to be rude. How'd she know my name?
- She called you on the phone last night, moron.
"Practically nothing. My mother gave me up and vanished. I don't
think they knew much either, and they didn't really want me dwelling on it. I
know they wanted me to think of them as my real parents, so they didn't even
tell me I was adopted until I was twelve."
She sighed again, and exhaled a cloud of smoke at me.
"Well, I'm your mother."
I exploded. "What? You drag me to the sleazy bar from hell, blow
smoke in my face, and make an idiotic claim like that? I mean, I must be ten
years older than you are! I'm not putting up with this shit." I grabbed my
jacket from the chair and started to leave, but she shot out her hand and
grabbed my wrist.
She was awful strong for someone so little, so I sat down again.
"Listen, David. I know you've been through a lot of shit this week,
but this is important. If you're ready to listen, I'll explain everything...or
if you'd prefer, I can let you go out there without explaining, and let you
find out what's wrong with you the hard way."
I didn't like the sound of that, so I waved my hand at her to continue.
Besides, I wanted to hear this. If she'd been older, I could've even believed
she was my mother.
She let go of my wrist and sat back again. I rubbed it, and noticed
her fingers hadn't left those annoying red marks. It struck me how cold her
fingers had been.
She took another long drag, making me notice how the terrible red
lighting made it look like she was breathing fire every time she blew smoke.
"First things first, though. My name's Jennifer." I nodded my head, wondering
when the hell she would get on with it.
"Back in '78, I was a high school freshman, and getting really bored
with life...living it up whenever I could. I started going to wild parties,
coming home at all hours, if I came homefucking anyone who'd hold still long
enough. It all caught up with me when I found out I was pregnant with you, but
I was too stupid to take the hint. I stopped drinking most of the time and
quit smoking, but I kept on sleeping around. I had to drop out of school
eventually, and Daddy got me some tutors. I wound up sleeping with one of them
eventually...and I found out why he always came in the evening."
She ground out the cigarette in the ashtray and lit another one. I
remembered how strong she was and restrained myself from leaping on her and
screaming "Get to the point, bitch!"
"I was eight and half months along by now, and so he said he didn't
actually want to screw me, but he could still turn me on other ways. He used
his mouth and hands a lot, and I wound up lying on the bed, staring at the
ceiling and wishing I could die then. He gave me a chance to catch my breath,
and started kissing and nibbling on my face and neck. I wasn't paying
attention, but it felt like he was giving me a hickey or something. It started
to hurt, and I almost screamed, but he started feeling me up again, and I
stopped thinking about it."
She took yet another long drag, as I thought, - Great. My mother's
telling me about her sex life. What next, the tutor turns out to be my
great-uncle Bill?
- Oh well, maybe Penthouse would like to hear about this. "I felt
myself slowly getting hard as she breathed the smoke in my face"
- Yuck.
"I didn't really learn much about European history that night, but I
had a hell of a lot more fun than hearing about World War One. I looked
forward to the next night, when we were supposed to go over the Fourteen
Points, but some other bozo I'd never seen before. The other guy'd quit. I
would've complained, but I felt really shitty. It was kind of like morning
sickness all day long.
"The next few days I got even worse. About four days after that guy
left I felt like I was going to die. I started puking blood, my eyes were real
sensitive, and I had incredible diarrhea. I suppose I was lucky that Daddy
took me to the hospital, because I went into labor, just to make everything
perfect
"After you were born I felt a lot better. For about a day. Then I
started throwing up everything I ate again. The lights were too much, and I
almost freaked out any time somebody came near me because they smelled real
funny."
She stopped and contemplated the cigarette. It'd almost burned down to
her fingers, so she dropped next to the other one, and shook the last one out
of her pack. I picked up the pack and began shredding it just for something to
do.
"I also couldn't get to sleep at night, so I spent a lotta time just
staring at the ceiling getting more and more out of my skull. Finally, the
doctor strolled by on his rounds about midnightand I jumped on him and tore his
throat out."
That got my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in surprise. She
smiled at me like she was daring me to freak out, so naturally I didn't. At
least it was getting interesting.
"I wasn't thinking at all. He was just lying there dead, and the only
thing I could think of was how good he looked. I started sucking on his neck,
and when the blood stopped coming out I started licking it off the puddle on
the floor. I couldn't get enough. When I'd got it all off the floor I sucked
it out of his shirt. Then I licked it off my hands. I finally came around
before I ripped off my hospital gown and sucked out the last few drops that'd
soaked into it.
"It was a good thing I was in a private room. I knew sticking around
would be a bad idea, so I got some clothes and split. I don't know why the
hell it took me so long to figure out what was going on. I was a really stupid
little shit back then. I hope you're brighter."
I was still back at imagining her ripping her gown off, so it took me a
moment to figure out she wanted me to say something. "You'd been turned into a
vampire by your tutor, right?"
"No shit. I spent the next few days hiding out, figuring out how much
sunlight would hurt me, trying to find out how often I got hungry. I puked
anything I tried eating, so I knew all I needed was blood. About a week later
I started drooling whenever I smelled sweat, so I knew it was a good idea to
eat somebody. This time I found a mugger in Central Park and cut his throat
with his own knife. He tried to do the same thing to me, so it was only fair.
I was kinda startled to find out that I was stronger than this guy. I mean, he
musta been a foot and a half taller than me, and weighed three times as much.
He had a lotta blood in him, too. I didn't get hungry again for almost two
weeks, that time."
I was having incredible sinking feelings by now. On the other hand, I
could believe that she was my mother now. I could see the similarity. Her
hand was lying next to the ashtray, and I put mine next to it and compared how
pale we both were. I pulled it back when she sprinkled ashes on it, though.
"Well, that's about it. I assume Daddy had me declared dead and put
you up for adoption. I broke into the adoption agency a few years ago and
found out where they'd sent you, because I was kinda curious. I had a funny
feeling about you last week, and I came here and started watching you. It was
obvious something was wrong, so I cal--"
She was interrupted by the bouncer, who stood behind her chair and
cleared his throat. "Th' bar's closin' now."
She looked up at him. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I was gonna, but I heard you was talkin' about some guy fucking you
and I didn't wanna interrupt."
Jennifer rolled her eyes and stood up. "Okay. C'mon, kid. I need a
shower bad, so let's go to a hotel. There's a lot I still gotta tell you."
I was a little annoyed at being called "kid" by someone who looked
fifteen. Of course, she was my mother, but still. I did want to hear what
other bombshells she was going to drop on me, though. I picked up my coat and
followed her to the door, half-expecting her to say, "By the way, kid, your
father is Henry Kissinger" or something.
We took a taxi to a cheap hotel somewhere, and she took off to the
shower while I sat on the bed and sorted things out.
Okay, this explained a lot. I mean, sensitive eyes, puking a lot, the
whole nine fucking yards. I didn't know why it'd take twenty-three years for
me to change when it took her a week, but it was pretty obvious it was
happening. Oh boy.
Well, maybe I could use it to pick up girls. "Hey babe, wanna see my
coffin?" Or maybe "Hey, babe, what's your blood type?" Would that matter? Of
course, I was AB Positive, so I could probably eat anything.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Jennifer reached out in the middle
of a cloud of steam to grab the towels off a table. She left the door open
while she dried off. I didn't have anything better to do than watch her, so I
did. She had real good tits; they were pretty big, but they didn't really look
like they needed support. A lot of people would've called them "perky" but
that always sounds idiotic. Her nipples and aureolae were real pale; on most
people, they would've been invisible, but they showed up a little on her
because her skin was colored like paper. She started drying her hair off,
making her tits shake around; I watched that for a bit, then looked down
further. Her pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head, a real
light blonde. The hips were real narrow, almost like a guy's, but her ass was
nice.
I was starting to admire her legs when a little voice in my skull
reminded that this was my mother I was getting hard over, and anyway wasn't
there something more useful I could do with my time? I turned on the
television.
A Friday night at 3:17 doesn't usually have much on. The networks were
all static; the rest of the stuff was either remaindered PBS documentaries, or
reruns of lousy sitcoms. I hovered briefly on an episode of "The Excessively
Satisfied Family" I'd never seen before, switched to "Dark Shadows" and
switched again after thinking about it a little, and finally wound up with
something with naked people rolling around on a bed. This should take my mind
off my mother, I thought.
Thinking about that made me think of my adoptive mother. About fifty,
twenty pounds overweight, wrinkles, really saggy tits. Just thinking about her
was enough to really turn me off.
Jennifer came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her
body. "Looks interesting," she said, looking at the TV. She dropped her
clothes on the chair.
"So. It looks like you got affected by the vampire saliva stuff and
got changed too, right?" She started sorting through the clothes until she
found her panties, which were very thin black lace. She started to pull them
on, said "Hell with it," and dropped them again.
Between the TV and the panties, I was real distracted, but I managed to
say, "Looks like it."
She came over and sat next to me on the bed. "Well, you should be up
to the real fun stuff now. Had any strange urges lately?"
The towel just seemed to slide off of her as she leaned across the bed
and crushed her lips into mine. I tried to say something, but as soon as I
opened my mouth, her tongue was in it, poking around like she was searching for
something. I stiffened and started to shove her off of me, but she held on
tight to my arms and continued to probe. I started to relax, I'm still not
sure why, and I returned the kiss with interest added.
She pushed me down on the bed and swung her legs over my hips, keeping
her tongue locked to mine. Finally the kiss ended and she leaned back and sat
on her ankles, looking down at me. The angle of her legs caused her pussy to
spread slightly open, and she smiled as she saw my reaction.
She grabbed hold of my shirt and literally tore it off of my body, then
pulled me back to her open mouth. Her nipples were hard against my chest and
I. Well, there wasn't much that I could do. She was incredibly strong, and I
wondered if her other muscles were as strong as her arms. I fell back onto the
bed as she released me, and she slid down lower on the bed, until her face was
hovering over my crotch. I was real unsure about what was happening to me, so
I just watched as she took hold of my jeans, unsnapped them, and then drew the
zipper down with her teeth. Her hands slid to my hips and then farther down,
carrying my pants and underwear down with them. I could feel her breath on my
cock, but it wasn't like what I was used to - the breath wasn't any warmer then
the air in the room.
I started to feel real scared as I caught sight of her teeth getting
closer to my cock, and I must have started to tense up, because she left that
alone and came back up to cover my mouth with hers. As I kissed her, I started
to relax again, and it didn't really seem to matter. She slid down my body,
kissing it on the way, until she got back to where she started from. Her lips
ran up and down the shaft, and her tongue curled around the tip.
Finally, she took my cock into her mouth and began to slide her lips up
and down, all the while keeping her tongue sliding around and around. I could
feel her pointed teeth scraping my skin as it slid in and out of her mouth, and
it sent shivers of fear and excitement through my body. Either you know
exactly what I was feeling or you have no clue what I was going through. My
hands reached down almost by themselves, and pulled her face up to mine. We
began to kiss again, as she rubbed her crotch up and down on mine.
She began to moan softly as she reached down between us and guided my
stiff cock between her legs. As she slid onto me I let out my breath in a gasp
and began to grind my hips against hers. She writhed on top of me, her nipples
brushing my chest and making it tingle while her mouth left mine and slid
slowly to my left ear.
I slid my hands up between us and cupped her tits, my thumbs rubbing
her nipples. She gasped and thrust herself harder against me. I was breathing
real fast now, and it was almost over.
I clutched at her as I felt myself start to come. My God! I'm fucking
my mother! I thought just as I spurted into her.
She wasn't far behind me, and a split second later her body started to
jerk up and down. Her lips were pressed to my neck and I felt a sharp pain,
but it didn't matter at the time. I relaxed as she bent over me, and I
realized that she was drinking my blood. Of course, since I was already
fucking my mother, the fact that she was sucking my blood as well as my cock
didn't really seem that important. Maybe thinking about that turned me off
again, because I was going limp real quickly.
Finally she finished, and rolled off of me and walked into the
bathroom. I lay there in the bed, relaxed and happy, watching her ass swing
from side to side. My hand reached up to my neck and came away wet with blood.
I hoped it wouldn't leave too much of a mess on the sheets
As I lay there, the good feeling from the sex began to wear off, and I
started actually thinking about what'd just happened. I could deal with
fucking my mother; I mean, hell, I'd never met her before tonight. Anyway, she
might be almost forty, but she's still got the body of a teenager.
I could almost deal with her sucking my blood. She needs to eat, and I
was available. Anyway, she was good enough to more than paid me back for the
blood.
It was both of those on top of the fact I was becoming a vampire that
really got me. My mother the vampire shows up out of nowhere after
twenty-three years, fucks me, and guzzles a quart of my blood. It's not a
bodily fluid I'm used to swapping.
Besides, I was hungry.
Staying in bed was getting too depressing, so I got up. Jennifer - Mom-
had left her towel on the floor, and I wiped the blood off my neck and chest
with it. I expected the bite to be sore, but it had already healed. I pulled
my underwear and pants, zipped, and looked around for what was left of my
shirt. The front of it was torn in half all the way down the middle, and so I
just put on my jacket and got the hell out.
It was a cloudy night. I was glad; the moon woulda been real annoying
just then. I was in a mood to wander around in the dark. I hoped somebody
showed up and gave me some shit; I wanted to beat the hell out of someone.
Maybe even Mom. I couldn't believe I didn't care about it while it was
actually happening.
There was a cool breeze blowing that seemed to chill my entire body. I
buttoned my jacket all the way, but it didn't help.
The streetlights were getting on my nerves. My sunglasses were
probably lying underneath the bed; maybe Mom was doing something perverted with
them. I wanted to get the hell away from the lights, so I headed for the
alley. It looked nice and dark, and I could sit on one of those crates.
I sat on the crate for a while, and then I smelled something. It
smelled like old sweat; I should've been disgusted, but there was just
something about it. Something so human. I needed human contact right about
now. I'd had enough inhuman contact already.
I heard the guy now. He sounded like he was singing something, but he
was real bad and I couldn't tell what. I moved to the corner of the alley, so
I could get a look at him when he showed up.
As he got closer, the scent got stronger, and I clenched the drain-pipe
near me, not noticing it was crushing like a beer can. The guy got closer. I
could see his shadow on the sidewalk.
I couldn't hold out any longer. I leaped out across the sidewalk and
landed on him. The girl he was with (Girl? Where'd she come from? ) yelled
"Jon!", screamed, and ran. I had knocked the guy to the ground, and now I
turned to him. He tried to push me away, but I hauled him in and fastened my
teeth into his throat.
There was a little resistance to my teeth, but it broke away and my
teeth clicked together. I pulled my head back, and shoved him away from my
face, back onto the pavement. For a split second, his throat wouldn't give,
but then I was able to rip a big chunk out of it, and I felt a splash of hot
wetness on my chest. I opened my mouth and bent to his neck, gulping the blood
as fast as I could. The hot fluid filled me and I felt like I was blushing.
It felt good. It felt right.
I sucked the blood until it stopped spurting out. There was a lot of
it around, and I didn't want to waste it. I ripped the guy's shirt off and
used it to sponge up the puddle he was lying on. When it was soaked through, I
started sucking on it. I got all I could, and sat back.
The whole experience was incredible. It was like the first time I got
laid, but a hell of a lot more intense. It was bizarre, but I felt alive for
the first time ever.
I dropped the guy's shirt and headed back towards the hotel. I had a
lot to talk to Mom about.
BLOOD TIES II: INTERCOURSE WITH THE VAMPIRE
"She knew, when she felt his lips on her, that there was no other man
for her..._if_this_was_a_man_!" - promotion to _Playgirls_and_the_Vampire_
Mom decided that I needed to learn about the vampire subculture.
I'd never known they had one, but I hadn't believed they existed until I
started turning into one. Right about then my mother the vampire showed
up, fucked me blind, and finished the job, so now I'm one too. Frankly,
I'd rather've won the lottery, but I was never a day person anyway.
I heard I've been declared legally dead. None of my credit cards
worked, and so my life was basically shot to shit. Mom loaned me some
money to buy more clothes, since the ones I had were torn up and
bloodsoaked, but the only places open after dark around New York these
days are aimed at a weird crowd. I found one that aims for vampires and
got myself a new outfit, but it's all black. Even the underwear. This is
getting a little too weird for me, but Mom says I'll get used to it.
It's a good thing I only have to eat once every week or so. You
know those movie vampires that poke nice little holes in your neck?
Bullshit. The only way you can get any blood flowing is to take a nice
big bite and rip. Mom was careful when she bit me, but that's not easy.
Another thing I found out. Vampire women got it easy, because
they can fuck anytime they want. Vampire men can't get it up if they
hadn't eaten recently. Mom says that your body basically absorbs the
blood into your own blood vessels, and then it gradually gets absorbed. I
found that out the hard way, excuse the pun. Mom's definitely a nympho,
and she wouldn't leave me alone even when I couldn't get hard at all. She
kept insisting that I don't need my cock to keep her happy.
I'm not real sure about hanging around Mom. (I call her that, but
I don't really mean it. It's like a nickname, and it's shorter than
Jennifer.) She's almost forty, but she looks sixteen, and she acts like a
real hyper twelve-year-old with overactive hormones. When I was a
teenager, this is the sorta thing I had fantasies about; a good-looking
woman with great tits who wanted to fuck me constantly. I found out it gets
old real quick, though. Mom's a good lay but she's not real deep as a
person. That's okay for a one-night stand, but I seriously want to get away
from her for a while.
Mom told me about a vampire bar, so I went there. I had no idea
if it was any good, but I wanted a break. I'd eaten recently, and I had
some cash from the chick's purse, so I took a taxi to Vlad's.
I'd met Mom in just about the sleaziest-looking bar I'd ever seen.
This one looked even worse on the outside, because it didn't look like a bar.
There was this old parking lot with a few cars in it, and a boarded-up
warehouse. Mom told me how to get in, so I didn't have a problem. I got
out of the taxi, and went to the old door next to the big spray-painted
"Vlad Was Here" sign on the wall. It was old and the doorknob was rusty,
but it opened just fine.
Vlad's wasn't a half-bad place inside. The lights were real
lousy, but I could see just fine. I'd never seen so many people dressed
in black since my grandfather's funeral when I was twelve. Lots of
people, or vampires I guess, hanging around the bar, sitting at tables,
dancing, that sort of thing. Like mosta the bars I've been in, except no
human bar had that many people drinking Bloody Marys.
I didn't know quite what to do, so I walked up to the bar and sat
down. The bartender was a vampire too; he asked me what I wanted to drink.
"What do you recommend?" I asked.
"Well, can ya drink liquor?"
I'd never thought about it before, so I guess I just stared at
him.
"You new or something?"
"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago. What do you mean, can I drink liquor?"
"Some vampires can drink fluids that aren't blood." I imagined Mom
going around drinking semen, and it must've shown in my face, so he said,
"Anything that can be broken down easy, like alcohol. Or Gatorade, I
suppose, but not a lotta people bother."
"Well, give me something simple, then."
He began rummaging around behind the bar, and I began looking
around. I saw a human woman sitting at a table; she saw me and started
walking towards me.
"Here's yer drink," said the bartender, and I turned around and
took it. It was a wineglass, with pale red liquid and a swizzle stick. I
took it and turned back to the woman.
She was real good-looking, like a model. She wasn't wearing
black, so she really stood out; she had on a short red dress that barely
covered anything. If she moved her body right I could see most of her
tit, and it looked like she wanted to show off. She had a lot to show
off, too.
She reached the stool next to me and sat down. "Hi. I'm Amy." She
held out her hand and smiled a little.
"David," I said, and shook her hand. It felt real good to touch
someone that was warm, for a change. Vampires might be room temperature,
or they might be maybe 90 degrees at the most, but it's not the same thing
as a real person.
"So what're you doing here?" I asked. "I thought this place was a
vampire hangout."
Amy smiled a little again. "People hang out here too. This place
is like a singles bar; it's for vampires that need food, or sex, and
people that want vampires to feed on them."
That was real surprising. "Why would anyone...?"
"It feels good. Vampire saliva's like a drug; you get it into
your system, and it's pure pleasure. Didn't you notice when you got bitten?"
-Hmmmm...
I hadn't really. I was too confused when Mom jumped me to really
think about it, and when she bit me I was mostly a vampire anyway, she
just finished it. Maybe vampire spit doesn't work on other vampires. It
probably wouldn't.
"Trust me, it's heaven." She grinned and shifted so the front of
her dress fell almost completely open. I'd had a lot of that lately, but
Mom never really played around, she just got the clothes off and went at
it. Maybe I should pick her up and give her a try.
I tried my drink. It tasted like blood mixed with whiskey; I had
nothing in my stomach, so it hit me real hard, real fast. That shit
seemed real powerful, so I put it down after the first swallow.
"Don't you get turned into a vampire by being bitten?" I asked.
"No, if you're careful, you can build up an immunity. You get
changed a lot better if you don't have a lot of blood in you, but I never
let anyone at me that's too hungry. Besides, if they're that starved,
they have trouble...functioning, anyway." She smiled again.
Well, it was pretty obvious then what the chick wanted. I wasn't
sure if I was interested, so I took another sip of my drink. By now my
whole body felt real warm, which was a change.
"Vampire men are a lot more...interesting than human men," she said,
leaning forward across the table. "I mean, they can do everything a human can
do, except go in the sun, and there's a lot of things you don't need to worry
about. They never have diseases, and there's no way someone who's technically
dead can get anyone pregnant."
She'd begun rubbing her foot up and down my leg while she talked.
I finished off my drink, just to avoid saying anything. This chick was
_not_ subtle.
Well, what the hell. I mean, what did I have to lose? I was
already "technically dead" and she might be more interesting than Mom.
I stood up. "I could use a bite to eat. You wanna join me?"
She stood up, and pressed closer to me. "Sounds good. I'm always up
for a little dining."
-Jesus, I thought, what am I getting into here?
We took a taxi back to the hotel Mom and I were staying at. I
knew Mom would be gone; knowing her, she'd need to fuck somebody else with
me gone, and besides, I'd heard her say she was hungry.
As soon as we got in the room, she grabbed my head and locked lips
with me. I barely had a chance to close the door again, because she was
running her tongue in between my lips real hard. I opened my mouth, and
her tongue slid into it, running along mine. She was enjoying it a lot;
she sort of writhed while she dragged me towards the bed.
When we got there, I broke away and pulled my shirt off. The last
time something like this happened, Mom tore my shirt in half to get it off
me, and I didn't want to lose it this time. She used the break in contact
as a chance to drop her purse and slide the top of her dress down so her
chest was bare.
Her body was real good, better than Mom's, but I didn't pay that much
attention to it, because I noticed something else. All over her torso
she had lots of little white scars, maybe an inch long. There were a lot
of them on her tits, too.
I didn't get a chance to look much more because she kissed me
again. She had her back to the bed, and pulled me down with my head while
she lay on her back.
I was sick of women taking all the initiative, so I decided to
take some for a change. I slipped off my shoes and began unfastening my
pants with one hand, while I started feeling her tits with the other. She
broke the kiss and inhaled a little, and her nipples started getting hard
when I touched them, but I stopped real quick. Her skin was covered in
those little scars, and it wasn't smooth.
When I broke off, she sat up a little, then looked at me and
tugged at my pants. She slid them down past my knees, then reached up and
grabbed my underwear. My cock sprang out; I hadn't got used to how weird
it looked being pale yet. That didn't seem to bother her, because she
wrapped her hands around it and began rubbing it, softly first, then faster.
Technically dead or not, that still felt good. I started relaxing for the
first time.
I felt her lips touching the tip, but I reached down and pushed
her away softly. "No," I said, "just use your hands." Mom always used her
mouth, and it got tiring, especially because she has real sharp, pointy
teeth. I wanted something different.
She moved her head back, and sped up her hands. I arched my back
and twisted my head around as I approached orgasm. She slowed down a
little and held me there for a while, until finally I came.
I still wasn't used to how different orgasms were now that I was a
vampire. I didn't really need to breathe, so I didn't have to catch my
breath afterwards; also, it was strange to have nothing spurt out--I
didn't produce semen any more.
Amy seemed to be used to it, though. She stood up and pulled her
dress off the rest of the way. I wondered how much of her was covered in
those little white scars, but I didn't have a chance to find out, because
she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her.
Okay, this time I was sure I wanted to take the initiative. I
kissed her on the mouth, then began leaving a trail of soft, brief kisses
down to her throat. She gasped and threw her head back. I would've liked
to go further, all the way to her tits, but those little scars threw me
off too much. I just moved around a little on her throat, and slid my
hands over the sides of her body, which were mostly smooth.
Amy gasped again, settled further onto the bed, and spread her
legs apart below me. That was what I'd been waiting for, and I slipped
into her. She reached up and slid my head down to her chest, as we began
thrusting our hips together. I didn't really want to kiss her scars, but
she was enjoying it. I was getting a little sick of women taking over,
though. I began thrusting harder, hoping I'd distract her.
It seemed to have worked. She let go of my head and started
running her hands over my chest and shoulders instead. She kept it up for
a while, and then we both got too distracted to do much of anything. She
came first, writhing and gasping. I followed soon, but somehow it didn't
really seem all that fulfilling.
She'd obviously enjoyed herself more than I had. Maybe I resented
that, or maybe I just resented that she'd taken control. I hadn't had much
control over my life for the past few weeks, and I'd wanted somebody
different from Mom. Maybe I wanted to dominate somebody, or maybe I was
just sick of being dominated; hard to say.
We untangled ourselves, and I rolled off of her and onto the bed. She
sat up and swung her legs over the side, then reached into her purse and began
rummaging around. Finally she came out with a pocketknife, which she opened.
She turned herself towards me, sat with her legs spread on the bed, and
said, "Suppertime." I could see now that she was covered with those little
scars from her shoulders almost down to her knees; there were a lot more on
her chest and near her crotch. I couldn't see how close to her pussy they
got, but I could figure out how she'd got them now.
Before I could stop her, she reached down and made a cut on her
inner thigh, maybe an inch below the hip joint. It started oozing blood
slowly. I just stared at it, because I couldn't believe she'd just done that.
"Well?" she said, in a sort of husky voice, "Aren't you going to
have some?"
I got off the bed, walked over to her, and grabbed her arm. "Why
the hell did you do that?"
"I wanted you to drink my blood. I know you don't have long
fangs, so I had to make my own wound..."
The blood was dripping onto the sheets, and making a mess. I
wasn't really hungry; that drink at the bar had filled me up enough.
Anyway, I didn't really want to feed off of her. I know that what she
wanted, and I thought I'd wanted it too, but now that I'd had sex with
her, I didn't really want to drink from her, too. I mean, the people I'd
eaten from so far (both of them) had died with their throats torn out, and
although the woman I'd killed the second time had been cute, I couldn't
see them as sex objects.
"Amy, I'm not really hungry now. Why don't you bandage that up,
and maybe I'll eat you some other time."
She stood up facing me. "David, I thought that's what you wanted."
"Sort of, but I really don't want to eat now. Can't you wait?"
She stomped her foot angrily. "Dammit, I didn't come here for
just sex! Come on, drink my blood!" The blood wasn't really flowing now, but
it'd made a real mess.
"Amy, I'm _not_ _hungry_. Get that through your head." I sat down
and pulled on my shorts and pants.
She grabbed the knife and made another little cut on her wrist.
"You owe me something! DRINK!" She grabbed my hair and shoved her wrist
onto my mouth.
A little went in, but I sputtered and forced her wrist away from my
mouth. "Amy, what the hell's the matter with you?"
"I want you to drink me, dammit! I mean, sex is nothing compared
to being drunk. I _need_ you to drink me!"
It was pretty clear that Amy was in serious need of help. "Amy, I don't
want to and you can't really make me. If you really _need_ it, find
another vampire. I don't like just being used for my spit."
She twisted her wrists loose, leaving a long smear of blood on my
palm. "I don't like being used just as a piece of ass! I mean, I gave
you something you wanted, can't you do the same thing?"
I grabbed my shoes and began putting them on. "Amy, you enjoyed
the sex too. What would I get out of drinking you?"
"I was only fucking you so you'd do this!" she screamed. She was really
pissed by now; she had her hands on her hips, and looked like she wanted to
drive a stake through my balls or something.
I grabbed my shirt and stood up. "Amy, get this straight. I
don't owe you anything. I'm leaving now. If you really need spit that
bad, get dressed and go back to the bar. Otherwise, get dressed and get
the fuck out of here anyway."
I pulled on my shirt and went to the door. It sounded behind me
like she'd stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Mom was standing outside. She was locked in a heavy kiss with
some tall guy who had his hand up her tank top. I didn't care what I
interrupted right then, so I said, "Mom, there's a seriously fucked up chick
in there. Either get rid of her or do something perverted with her, but I want
to get the hell away from here."
Mom didn't say anything, so I just left.
I wandered around in Central Park for a while. I kinda hoped
someone'd try to mug me, but no one did. It gave me a chance to think.
I didn't really like being used. Amy'd only wanted me for my
spit. (That sounded really weird, but it was true.)
So what did I want from her? A little sex and someone to push
around a little. I wanted to treat someone the way Mom treated me, but I
chose the wrong person. How was I different from her?
Thinking like this depressed me, so I prowled a bit more and
started thinking again.
I wanted sex, she wanted to be drunk from. I'd got sex, and
hadn't given her anything back.
Except a pretty good orgasm, from the sound of it.
This wasn't accomplishing anything either. I lurked in the
shadows for a few minutes to kill time, then sat down on a bench and
rethought.
Amy's twisted. Anyone who cuts themselves like that must be
seriously screwed up in the head. I shouldn't care how she feels.
Except that my saliva would've stopped the pain, and made her feel
better, and what would I've lost?
Obviously, I wasn't going to work this out just by prowling and
lurking, and I probably wouldn't work it out real fast. I had a feeling that
staying with Mom wasn't helping things any. Something in my life was seriously
thrown off, and I needed to fix it...but I couldn't see how.