Tears Of A Vamp… Chapter Eight

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Tears Of A Vamp… Chapter Eight

Daniel’s House…
I barely made it to Friday night without snapping and ripping open a throat. Rubbing a cold beer can across my forehead, I let out a long breath of air and knew I couldn’t put it off any longer. I needed to feed. The LOW FUEL light on my internal dashboard was blinking. My body felt hot all over as if I were running a high temperature although, when I checked, the thermometer read 98 degrees. That wasn’t my only indication. My joints ached as if I was suffering from arthritis. Thinking about it, I began to suspect that what I was going through was much like a human going into shock. When a human begins going into shock, the body pulls blood from the extremities to help supply the critical needs of the core. As I went deeper and deeper into ‘blood shock’, I imagined the buggies letting my extremities suffer as they concentrated on keeping my core needs supplied.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Counting the days since I’d fed from Tiffany and all the healing I’d needed in the interim, I’d asked a lot from the buggies or microbes or whatever the hell had turned me into a vampire. Now they needed something in return. Blood.
Yesterday afternoon and all of today I hadn’t trusted myself to be in the same room as Miranda and Tabitha. I was at the stage where I didn’t have to sharpen my hearing to hear their hearts pumping blood. Instead, I had to consciously stop myself from hearing the blood rush through their arteries. I’d had to run out of the room when my vampiric sense of smell detected the first tell-tale scent that Miranda was entering her menstrual cycle.
Not putting it off any longer, I left the house. My first instinct led me to the club that Tiffany had said she was headed for when I met her. That was a bad idea. I wasn’t ready for so much blood and excitement in one place. Sweat, adrenaline and blood creates an aroma that draws vampires like bees to pollen. I didn’t even make it to the door before my fangs extended and refused to retract. It took five minutes of walking deserted sidewalks before I could will them out of sight.
I decided to head downtown where, hopefully, a smaller and more sedate crowd would be gathered at a hotel bar near Rupp Arena. I was right and with a determined effort to calm myself, I ordered a beer at the bar while ‘scoping out the action’. I was as inexperienced at scoping out the action as I was at hunting. I was still trying to decide upon a course of action when the bartender, a black guy a couple of years older than me, came over. While pretending to wipe the bar clean, he whispered, ‘Yo, man. Cougar at your six checking you out.’
‘Huh?’
Shaking his head, he explained, ‘Older lady behind you looking over that sweet ass you got in those tight jeans. No. No, no man! Don’t turn around to look! Ain’t you never gone cougar hunting? Shit! Check her out in the mirror behind the bar.’
I saw the lady in question. Mid-forties, a little over weight but still attractive in her business attire. I remembered a sign in the lobby welcoming real estate people to a meeting this weekend. Guessing she was in town for that, I asked the helpful bartender, ‘What should I do next?’
‘What you should do next is slip me a twenty dollar tip for that beer you been sipping on.’ I put a twenty on the bar and watched it disappear with a swipe of his hand. ‘Ok, my man. Ten seconds after I leave you turn around and pretend to look over the scene. Ten seconds after that you get up and walk over to say howdy.’
‘Howdy. Got it.’
‘No! Shit, man. You don’t say ‘howdy’, you… Hey, if I gotta spell this out it’s gonna cost you another twenty.’ I paid.
‘You walkover and say, Hi, my name is -Insert your name here- would you mind if I join you. If she says yes, you’re in like Flynn. Offer to buy her another drink. Ten minutes of small talk -no more, no less- and if she hasn’t invited you upstairs to her room then you suggest taking this conversation upstairs. If she says yes, you get to go home with a cougar pelt to put on your bed. If she says no, then apologize for thinking she was that kind’a woman and just türkçe bahis get up and walk back to the bar. Put a little shimmy to that ass. Let her get a good look at what she’s turning down and maybe she’ll change her mind. If she doesn’t, I got two other nice cougars scoped out for ya.’
I smiled, ‘At twenty dollars per lady you point at?’
‘Well, what’d’ya know. You ain’t the dumbest white boy I ever met.’
I followed instructions and twenty minutes later I followed her through the door into her room. Embracing her, I whispered in her ear that she was just what I needed. Kissing her neck, my already extended fangs pierced human flesh for the first time. Holding her tighter as she gasped and writhed in my embrace as pain turned to pleasure, I could smell her excitement. My mouth filled quickly with blood. Swallowing, I let more fill my mouth. When I felt her faint and go limp, I stopped feeding and licked the bite marks until she’d stopped bleeding and the last trace of blood was erased. Laying her on the bed, I arranged her clothes so she’d be comfortable before I sat beside her. I waited thirty minutes to make certain her breathing and heartbeat remained nice and steady before exiting the room and going back to the bar.
Sitting at the bar again my helpful bartender came over to clean an already spotless bar top. ‘Damn, man. She chicken out or just wanted a quicky?’
‘Quicky,’ I replied as I put another twenty on the bar. ‘Any other ladies in the bar I should shimmy my ass for?’
Before my helpful bartender began closing the bar down later that night my wallet was forty dollars lighter and I’d taken two more ladies up to their rooms. I felt better than I had in a week with fresh blood inside me. I hadn’t even needed to use my tears. I also hadn’t used either of the ladies. Instead, feeding until they fainted and waiting long enough to ensure they were resting comfortably on their beds before leaving.
It was while walking down E. Maxwell towards my house that I had the chance to test the effect of Vamp Tears to see if they were as effective as Tiffany had claimed. Though late, there were still many young ladies and men outside walking or just sitting on the stoops of their buildings. They were enjoying the end of the first week of classes and reveling, many of them, in their first opportunity away from home to stay up late with no curfew and drink beer.
One lovely girl was sitting alone on the steps of her building and as I walked by an offer of, ‘Hey, you want a beer?’, caused me to look around wondering to whom she was offering the beer. After twenty-one years of being ignored by women it took me several seconds to acknowledge that my new face and body had made me into a guy worthy of being offered a beer.
As I walked towards her to accept the beer she was holding out, I decided that this would be a perfect time to gauge the effects of my new Vamp Tears. Perhaps I would have been offered an invite to her apartment after an hour of suggestive small talk and more beer while wondering, will-she-or-won’t-she. Perhaps… But all of that was over in an instant when, as I reached for the beer, I put a single Tear on the back of her hand. Between one heart beat and the next I could see, hear and smell the effect of the Tear. With a sharp intake of a breath her heart began to race. Her pupils dilated and a blush formed over her chest and neck. The smell of her arousal filled the air as she experienced a sudden gush of liquid between her legs.
With only three words, ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ the beer was forgotten and in less than a minute we were stripping each other’s clothes off in her small efficiency apartment. All need of foreplay had been replaced by my single Tear. Lying on her back, she pulled me to cover her. With her hand on my cock, she guided me between her legs, only pausing for several moments to rub my tip up and down her wet slit for lubrication. She was still commanding, Fuck me!, even as I moved forward to take her in several small, hard thrusts.
Taking her hand from me, she was humping her hips up to meet my thrusts until my tip reached the bottom perabet of her cunt. Though my thrusts were causing her to gasp in pain as my new THAT stretched and filled her to her limit, she was still moving under me and moaning for me to fuck her more. Moving her long hair out of the way, I took her neck and it was my time to moan as the sweetest tasting blood of the night filled my mouth. The effect of my bite as it turned the pain and discomfort of her pussy being stretched to its limit into pleasure caused her to cry out as she had her first orgasm of the night. The tight grip of her pussy caused me to come and I discovered yet another vampiric bonus, I could will my cock to stay hard.
For three hours I used her in several positions for nothing else but my own satisfaction. After only one very unsatisfactory sexual experience in high school, I admit without guilt that I used her body for nothing else but my own want to have sex in all the positions I’d seen in porn videos. That’s not to say she didn’t have her fun. I’d lost count of the number of her orgasms as Vamp Tears and my bite caused her to tremble and cry out through one wave of pleasure after another. Two more Tears were absorbed into her skin over the next three hours until she slid off my cock to lie exhausted and spent under me. Above her, I reviewed everything that we’d done up to this point.
During our second hour of sex we’d discovered that her pussy was sufficiently stretched so that while on her knees and elbows she was able to take all of me. I loved ramming the full length of my shaft inside her while she screamed over and over how good it felt to have my cock move so deep inside her. She may have woken half the apartment building.
I hadn’t indulged in more of her blood though my bites were spread across her body from her breasts to her thighs. Wherever there wasn’t a major blood vessel. For up to five minutes, my bites seemed to enhance everything I was doing that caused her pleasure and turned even the slightest discomfort as her pussy stretched and grew red from friction as I continued to fuck her into more pleasure. Like this last time as she’d gone from one orgasm to the next. Three hours of sex had to have made her pussy sore and sex uncomfortable. You wouldn’t have known that from her cries though as with one small bite on her shoulder she’d experienced one orgasm after another as I used her until I came and let her slide forward off my cock. Now, on my knees looking down at her as she continued to lie on her stomach, I wanted more of her blood before dawn.
Turning her over caused her to mumble, ‘Oh, God. Please, I’m done…’ Ignoring her plea, I propped myself up on an elbow beside her. I put my hand between her legs and pressed. My fingers manipulating her very sensitive clit caused her to cry out in denial as her hand attempted to force my fingers from her. Leaning over her, I took her neck with a swift bite. Immediately her cries changed from denial to orgasm as what was once too sensitive to be touched sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. The rougher my fingers were on her engorged clit, the more she thrashed beside me in unabashed ecstasy as I drank one mouthful after another of her sweetest blood. I couldn’t think of anything I’d tasted in life that was sweeter than this blood of a woman in the midst of orgasm after being well fucked.
I stopped myself before I drank her into unconsci0usness. Leaving her trembling as muscles contracting and releasing deep inside her gut caused small convulsions that moved her body even as her orgasm faded. I went into her bathroom to wash my cock off before getting dressed. She’d turned over and fallen asleep as I’d used her sink and a washcloth. Listening to the slow and steady beat of her heart I knew that she was in no danger from the loss of the blood I’d taken. Covering her with a blanket, I locked the door behind me knowing she was sleeping the sleep of a woman who’d been thoroughly satisfied. Exiting the building to walk home, I stopped and realized she’d never told me her name.

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Olivia’s perabet giriş House…
‘That fucking bitch!’
‘Yea, that fucking bitch!’ Stan stopped and thought. ‘Wait. Which bitch are we calling bitch?’
‘That bitch manager who fired me tonight!’ I took a sip from the bottle we were sharing and pushed it back towards Stan. ‘Can you believe it? That bitch had me working my ass off tonight training the new girl she’d hired to replace me! All the while knowing she was gonna fire me after the shift was over! That fucking bitch!’
‘Fucking bitch,’ Stan parroted back agreeing with me.
‘And she fired me for what? Fucking Dean? Said I was indulging in sluttish and whorish behavior while at the job. I’m not a slut! Do you think I’m a slut or a whore,’ I asked Stan.
‘Hell, no! You’re a witch,’ Stan replied decisively and took another sip from the bottle. Sliding the bottle back to my side of the kitchen table, Stan asked, ‘I don’t see why you’re so upset. It’s just a lousy job.’
‘I’m upset because it won’t be until the end of the week that I finally get access to Grams’ bank account and safety deposit box. Shit, with the government and the damned lawyer taking their cut, I’ll be lucky if I don’t end up owing money. I’m broke!’
‘But you’ve got plenty of money. It’s in Grams’ room. Her change drawer. Didn’t you know it was there?’
‘Of course I knew she had a drawer she tossed all her change in. I saw it while putting away her laundry,’ I replied and shook my head sadly. ‘Hell, all that change put together wouldn’t buy two bottles of this fine whiskey.’
Stan stared at me. ‘You saw it but did you look at it?’
‘No. It was Grams’ money. I might be a slutty whore but I’m not a thief!’
Stan shook his head and left the table to return with the entire drawer. Setting it down heavily he asked, ‘You said that a witch can live three, even four hundred years, right?’
‘Yea.’
‘In all that time, don’t you think Grams had the common sense to put money away for emergencies?’
‘That’s why I’ve wanted to get into her safety deposit box!’
Stan shook his head again. ‘Grams wouldn’t be dumb enough to keep money in a bank where the government would try and grab a chunk of it after she died. She kept it right here!’
Sitting down, Stan sipped from the bottle before continuing. ‘You asked me to pack up all of Grams’ clothing to take to Goodwill after my class today cause it was too painful for you to do it. That’s when I found her change drawer. And I looked at what was in her change drawer. Look at this,’ Stan told me, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a coin. ‘What do you see?’
‘A penny.’
‘NO! Look at it,’ Stan commanded and handed it to me.
I did. ‘It’s an old penny.’
‘Oh, my, God,’ Stan moaned and banged his forehead on the table top. Raising back up, he spoke as if explaining to a ch*ld, ‘I had time to look up a few of these coins on-line. That is an 1877 Indian Head penny. There are less than thirty of them in the world now. This one is in damned near mint condition, too. That ‘penny’ is worth about thirty thousand dollars to any serious coin collector.’
I looked, for the first time really looked, at the penny I was holding. ‘You’re shitting me!’
‘I shit you not. Grams was smart. She knew that what was pocket change two hundred years ago would be worth a lot more in the future as collectibles. That drawer has three inches of coins spread out in it and I’ll bet that the oldest coins are at the bottom of the pile. There might be something of worth to you in the bank’s safety deposit box, but this drawer is where she kept her money.’
I began to laugh. ‘Fuck that bitch and her job. I might be a sluttish, whorish witch but I’m a Goddamned RICH slutty, whorish witch!’
Stan leered at me. ‘I saw this on a porn video once and have always wanted to try it.’ Rising from his chair, Stan leaned over to kiss me. With one hand massaging my tits through my shirt, Stan asked, ‘ What would a rich, slutty, whorish witch say to pouring a whole bottle of cooking oil on the linoleum and having slippery, sliding sex from one end of the kitchen floor to the other all weekend?’
‘I’d say the only thing that a rich, slutty, whorish witch could say,’ I laughed. ‘If you’ll help clean it up, the oil is in the cabinet by the stove.’

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