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Nancy watched the rest of her friends from across the room, dancing to music coming from the speakers. Outside there was a storm raging but down here in the underground club, no one seemed to care. There had been a brief black out half an hour ago but it was merely met by a numbers of hoots, howls and cheers into the darkness for the couple of minutes before the pumping lights and music resumed once more.
Nancy, like most of the clubs attendants, was dressed in gothic style. For her it was a little too much, for her friends it was the bare minimum. Nancy only took the look to follow the crowd. Her hair used to be blonde, now it was dyed jet black and her usually rosy complexion had to be dulled down to an off white hue before her friends would let her go out with them. Nancy was a sucker for needing acceptance in every shape and form. But she simply wasn't in the mood for dancing.
Her friends were still on the floor, thrashing away to the screams and harsh notes filling the room. Nancy simply sat at their table.
"Is this seat taken?"
Nancy turned to the answer of the question and could not help but recoil slightly. If she was at one end of the spectrum then this guy had to be at the other. He wore a black clock which mostly hooded his face and reached down over his shoulders to the floor. Beneath, he wore equally black garments, save for a blood red shirt beneath. He seemed to stand with the poise of a very proud individual, though he patiently awaited her reply. Nancy swallowed as she looked at him. Beneath the hood she couldn't see his eyes but his face seemed pale, lips blood red. Obviously he was more into makeup than she was. Still, there was no harm in saying yes, at least none for the time being.
"No. Sit down if you want."
The man did so, gliding smoothly into the chair. He sat for a second, totally still then pulled back his hood slightly.
Nancy swallowed again. He was cute. Rather pale with the whole Goth look but she could still see signs of a very attractive face beneath. He reminded her of Tom Cruise. She caught herself staring.
"I'm Nancy." she said, wishing her voice was more confident.
"Nancy." he smiled. "It means 'grace'."
"Really?" she smiled, pleased that he was actually conversing with her. "I'm not very graceful myself. I've never been much of a dancer"
He caught her staring at the dance floor. "Dancing? they don't know the meaning of the word. A dance is a thing of beauty, a bond between people. That it mere moving to music, and poor music at that."
Nancy raised an eyebrow. He spoke oddly, perhaps a little to into his Goth character. Maybe if she could pull him out a little. "So why are you here if you hate the music?"
"Companionship." he stated plainly, though Nancy felt as if he was staring straight into her soul.
"Do.. do you want to leave?" she stammered.
"Only if you accompany me."
"I.. I'm not sure if.." She looked to her friends. They wouldn't even miss her. And why not go with him. It felt right.
**********
Nancy lay on the covers of her bed staring up at the dark roof. She was spent. Utterly exhausted. She'd had sex before but nothing, nothing like that. Her mystery man had been insatiable, never resting as he drove her through the barriers of ecstasy over and over. Even as she lay, barely able to move, she could smell the scent of her sweat and lust filling her room. She felt a hand cup her breast, kneading it gently. Insatiable.
"I.. can't.." she puffed.
Her companion simply smiled.
Slowly he rolled over, straddling her. She moved weakly but could not stop him from resting above her waist. His hands swirled over her tender breasts, stroking them lightly, leaving trails of her sweat.
"You can." he replied silkily.
He even sounded like Tom Cruise. During one of their bouts of passion she had fantasized that he was and had found no difficult task in seeing the stars face in her lover.
"You can. I see it in your eyes." He looked down at her, his dark eyes intense. "In your eyes. The passion in your eyes. Your eyes."
Even as she panted she looked back up at him, listening to his soft voice, feeling his hands as they moved up and down.
"Feel the touch. Touching you. Touching your passion. Sliding. Moving. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down."
She felt his hands rolling her breasts up and down as he spoke and her body rocked gently with the motion, further relaxing her already worn out body.
"Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Sliding. Rolling. Sliding. Rolling. Your beautiful breasts move up and down up and down. Doesn't that feel nice."
"Yes." Nancy replied in her dreamlike state.
"Good. Let it feel nice. Up and down. Feeling nice. Now I want you to image. Close you eyes and imagine your body. Can you see it?"
"Yes."
"I want you to focus. Focus on your body. Focus on your inner body. Deep down there. I want you to imagine your clitoris. Can you feel it?"
"Yes." she replied, shivering slightly.
"Good. Now I want you to imagine your clitoris. Are you imagining it?"
"Yes."
"Up and down. Up and down. Up and down."
Nancy shuddered and gasped as she felt her genital suddenly burst into life, specifically the tiny bud of pleasure which now felt as if it were being massaged all over.
"Up and down. Up and down. Sliding. Rolling. Your tender clitoris. Up and down. Up and down."
Nancy barely noticed the hands which massaged her breasts now. Her breasts were nothing more than a metaphor for the stimulated organ within her.
"Up and down. Up and down. Getting closer. Getting closer."
"N..no." she tried to protest, not wanting her body to be worn out once more.
"Up and down." he continued. "Up and down. Closer. Closer."
"Oh..oh..ooo." she panted her uncontrolled desires, feeling the orgasm building, not wanting to admit its consequences.
"Up and down. Up and up."
Nancy shivered, feeling her body tighten.
"Up and up and up and up." the voice became faster and more intense. "Higher. Higher!"
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"" the pants became stronger.
""Higher Higher NOW!"
"AAAOOOOO!" Nancy howled as her body shook, burning out the last of her body's strength. Pleasure flooded through her and she felt her head go light, dazed at the intense sensation which had shorted out her tired body. Through half open eyes she looked up at her lover. She smiled down at her. He smiled and opened his mouth to reveal a set of gleaming white fangs.
"Hnnng.. hhnng." she whimpered, unable to move, unable to look away.
**********
Being out in a storm was unpleasant to say the least, made even more so by the knowledge that their was a perfectly warm room beckoning to you. The red head ran hastily down the street, pulling her coat tight about her body but stopping only a small fraction of the pouring rain and wind. At least it didn't bother her as much as it used to. She slipped into the door way of an old building, sheltering there for a second. A street lamp flickered on an off, a dim illumination.
"Nasty weather isn't it?"
He head spun to face a man in a dark coat.
"Yes." she replied quickly, pulling down her hood to reveal pale pink skin.
The man stared at her for a few seconds then placed a hand on her shoulder. "A pretty girl could get hurt in weather like this."
"Please don't touch me." she said softly.
In response he grabbed her and pushed her back against the door frame roughly. He leered at her, his teeth extending to sharp points. "I have a confession to make." he grinned at the young woman. "I'm a vampire."
"Oh." she swallowed.
The vampire came closer.
A terrific blow struck his jaw, knocking him back. "Well so am I." she grabbed a wooden stake and thrust it into the creatures chest. their was a scream, a brief flash and the creature dissolved into a pile of black sludge. The red head stood in the rain and pocketed her stake, looking down at the puddle getting washed away. "Hmm." she mused. "Never seen that one before."
A car horn distracted her and she turned, saw a white car stopping and hastily entered. The car was dry, or at least it had been before she had entered. Behind the driving wheel sat a small raven haired woman in black. The red head toweled herself off slightly.
"Win, something very nasty is going on here."
"I know. A massive vampire surge and all of them different types. It's freaky."
"You don't think it could be like last time?"
"Maybe. I hope not Kate. This weather isn't natural either. "
"At least it gives us the chance to get out of the public eye."
"And kill vampires. Great."
Winona Ryder, the driver, was a vampire slayer. Her passenger, Kate Winslett was a vampire, or at least a half vampire. Winona had got to her when the bite was still fresh, attempting to cure her but given the unique circumstances at the time, things worked out differently. It was an advantage. Kate's talents were utilized to protect the world from Lilith but that was another story entirely. Since that time they had worked together when needed, hunting out the hordes of vampires which existed. But the storm of the last twenty four hours had brought out something new altogether. The new vampires were a mixed breed. All assortment of creatures with all assortment of weakness and abilities. The vampires they were used to fighting couldn't fly, though Kate herself had the talent. Some of the new comers could. It made battling them hard and no matter how many they killed, more just kept coming.
"Stop here." Kate said suddenly, causing Winona to slam on the brakes.
"Vamps?"
"Vampire radar's going off again. I'm sure it's a psychic connection thing"
"Remind me to ask Helen or Uma some time. Ready?"
Kate pulled out a ready sharpened stake. "Ready as always."
Kate managed to get to the apartment a lot quicker, simply because she flew up the outside of the building. Normally she wouldn't have risked being spotted but anyone out in this storm was bound to be crazy anyway. Unlike traditional vampire convention, Kate didn't require invitation to enter buildings. It would have made life rather difficult. Nevertheless, she hadn't escaped vampiric weakness totally. garlic tended to give her headaches, silver cuts healed much slower and holy water tingled slightly. Passing thresholds was odd, as if walking through a film of some sort. When she crashed through the window, she hardly even noticed. She was up and ready to fight in a second.
Across the room stood a man, just buttoning up his shirt. On the bed beside him lay a girl, naked and unconscious. Alive, at least for the time being. Kate eyed the man up. He looked like Tom Cruise. Way to much to be a coincidence.
"Let me guess," she mused. "Lestadt?"
"My reputation precedes me. And you are?"
"Kate." the half vampire cast a glance back. "Will she die? Or turn?"
"Neither. She will awaken at dawn, tired but content, remembering a night of passion with a dream lover. Surely you cannot be opposed to that."
Kate considered for a second. "You're not evil are you?"
"Evil is such a loaded word."
"Do you have any clue what's going on here?"
"Clue?" he raised an eyebrow. "One moment I am in St. Louis, the next I am in L.A. There is a wildest storm I've seen in all my life. Otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary for a century old vampire."
"You're not the only vampire in town."
"So I noticed. I must say the wet look suits you."
"There are dozens. All different kinds. Some are immune to crosses and silver, others aren't. and they keep coming."
"Vampires that defy rules? Such as vampires of fiction. Perhaps your fiction is coming to life."
"That would explain you for a start."
"That I must confess as a surprise. Are you implying that I am not real?"
"You're real enough now. And against my better judgment, I'm going to let you go."
"I'm glad. I would have hated to do battle against a creature so beautiful."
"I take that as a compliment. But if you kill anyone, I'll hunt you down."
"If it's a chance to see you again, maybe I will."
Kate really hoped he was joking.
Winona sped up the stairs as fast as her semi supernatural legs could propel her. It was only six flights and she wasn't going to risk the elevator given the storms outside. She reached the fifth floor before stopping suddenly. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled.
"Myna."
Winona stood frozen at the ethereal voice.
"Myna my love."
Slowly she turned, gazing down the hall. There, in black with a scarlet cloak stood a man, staring at her. Gary Olden.
Winona blinked. No. It wasn't Gary. It was Dracula.
"Mina." he spoke again, his soft words flowing through the air.
Normally, Winona would have acted straight away. But something was different. The couldn't help but watch him, listening to his voice as he slowly moved closer.
"It has been so long my darling. But now we will be together once more."
Winona watched him, feeling her eyes drooping slightly as she listened. She felt as if she was ready to simply fall down into his arms, letting him sweep her up and take her away into the night. She had never been enthralled by a vampire before, her destiny offering something of a natural immunity. Whatever immunity that was, it was no longer functioning.
Her eyes were closed fully as she listened to the soft voice and felt the touch of a finger, stroking the wet hair from her brow. It ran down the side of her face, cool and delicate as it ran over her soft skin. It brushed over her lips and she let out a slight shiver. Sliding further, it passed her chin, slipping down and stroking her neck.
"Mina." came the soft voice again, somewhere through a dreamlike blur.
"Win! Duck!"
Instinct overrode consciousness. Winona dropped to her knees as a whoosh of wind passed above her. She blinked once, her trance broken, and looked up. Dracula stood clutching a wooden stake lodged in his chest. He stumbled back, grasping at the implement of his destruction. As he tumbled to the floor, an eerie shriek began to seep from his lips.
Even as she watched him, Winona felt her being lifted to her feet.
"You okay?" Kate asked, looking down at the writhing figure.
"Yeah. I guess. That never happened before."
"Different vampire's I guess. Mine was quite rational. I let him go."
"Your call. Um.. speaking of things that have never happened before.."
Both women looked down at the dying Dracula as a white light began to emanate from his body. It was becoming brighter and wider by the second. Kate took a step back.
"Maybe we should.." But the light had already engulfed them.
THE END??
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