Night Rider-By:Chrissy
Justin walked into the club. Complete darkness was washed away by beams
of colored light. His deep blue, emotionless eyes scanned the area. Then,
he proceeded to walk further in. The light beams illuminated the room,
allowing him to begin his search. "For what?", you might ask. For his "bitch of
the night" of course...his next victim. He was a vampire, a very handsome
one, might I add. His nightly cravings were uncontrollable, and he knew
that. He quit trying to fight them a long time ago, and came to terms with the
fact that he was who he was. He was a vampire, and there was no changing
that.
The pulsating beats of the club ring in his ears as he walks through
the crowd, and toward the bar. He took a seat and reached into his pocket,
pulling out $20 and placing it on the bar. He slid it to the bartender.
"I want a rum and coke," he said and looked to the people at the bar,
spotting a beautiful girl at the other end. "And give that girl at the end of the bar another of what she's drinking."
The bartender took the money, and made both drinks, and gave Justin his
first before walking over to the girl, setting the drink in front of her.
"That's from the gentleman over there," he said pointing to Justin.
She looked in the direction of his finger, spotting Justin, and smiled.
She then got up, a replenished drink in hand, and walked over to him,
taking a seat in the barstool next to him. "Hi."
"Hello," he said as he sipped his drink.
"Are you always this generous, or am I one of the chosen ones," she
said, taking a sip from her own drink.
A soft chuckle crept past his lips. "You can say that," he said.
She giggled. "Controlling much?"
"All the time," he said with a smirk. Very nice, he thought as he gave
her a look over. Her light brown hair fell lightly upon her shoulders. Her
flawless skin was slightly tanned, tempting to the eyes. Her light green,
playful eyes drew him in. Everything about her was perfect. He almost felt bad about draining her life away...almost.
She placed a hand on his knee, rubbing it softly. "Look at me, talking
to a handsome stranger like yourself, and I don't even know your name."
"Justin," he said after inhaling sharply. She moves fast. This is gonna
be easier than I thought it would be.
She smirked and brought her hand a bit further up, rubbing his thigh.
"Nice to meet you, Justin. I'm Catherine."
The crotch of his pants tightened slightly, as the start of an erection
became noticeable. His voice became thick and husky. "It's a pleasure
to meet you, Catherine."
She stood up and leaned in, her body pressed against his, and whispered
in his ear. "The pleasure is all mine."
His lips curved into a slight smile, as she sat back on the stool, and
sipped her drink. He knew it wouldn't be much longer, before he had her in a
bed at his mercy. Her teasing and playfulness aroused him, and he knew he'd
have to play her game. "So what were your plans for later tonight?"
"Well, I thought I'd just head home and...", she started, but he
interrupted her.
"No," he said firmly.
She laughed. "No? Why? Do I suddenly have a change of plans?"
"Yes, you do," he said with a smirk. His still emotionless eyes clouded
with lust for this girl. "You, my dear, are coming with me."
"Are you always so formal?" she asked.
"Usually," he said simply.
"That's good," she said and sipped her drink. "Kinda turns me on."
He smiled slightly. "You're very feisty; it kinda turns me on."
She looked down at the bulge of his pants and giggled. "Kinda huh?"
He chuckled. "Mind taking care of it?"
She quirked a brow. "As a matter of fact, I do," she teased.
"Ok, let me word that properly," he said. "You will take care of it."
"Who told you that?" she said as she stood up, enjoying every minute of
this.
"No one," he said. "You'll do it because I ordered you to do so."
"You're going for the male dominatrix thing already?" she asked.
"Well in that case...", she said pulling him up by the hand and towards the
exit. They reached the parking lot and she scanned the variety of cars. "Which
one's yours?"
He quickly led her to his motorcycle. "I prefer two wheels," he said as
he straddled the bike and handed her his helmet. "Get on."
She put on the helmet and swung a leg over, straddling the bike behind
him. She leaned forward and slinked her arms around his waist as he revved
up the engine, kicking the kick stand up, and slowly pushed backwards on his
legs, allowing the bike to ease out of the parking space before he turned and
sped off into the night. The wind calmed Justin's urges a bit, but his
cravings were still there and his urges would soon intensify.
When he arrived at her place, she got off of the bike and took off the
helmet. "That was so refreshing, so crazy, so...arousing," she said,
putting the helmet back in place. "I'd love to ride on that again, unless
I'll be riding something else..."
He got off the bike and put down the kickstand with his foot. "Oh, you
will be."
"Really now?" she questioned. "And what, may I ask, will I be riding?"
"My dick," he said nonchalantly, showing no humor in his voice.
"Well, tell me then," she said as she walked up to him and pressed her
body against his. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Can you
hammer a nail into a piece of wood that's 2 inches thick using only this?" She gripped his crotch firmly upward.
He suppressed a moan and smirked. "Of course."
She leaned back to look at him. "Seriously?"
"I'll show you sometime," he said, his voice thick.
"Can't wait," she said as she took his hand, walking with him towards
her front door.
She took out her keys and quickly unlocked the door, anxious to see
what the rest of the night had in store for them.
He opened the door for her and picked her up in his arm, closing the
door with his foot and walked over to the couch, dropping her onto it.
"A little anxious, aren't we?" Catherine said a grin.
Justin stood as he stripped, removing his clothes and leaving them in a
heap on the floor. "Take off your clothes."
"Ooh, I like that," Catherine said as she started removing her clothes.
"It's so kinky."
He eyed her naked figure as it laid back upon the couch. He licked his
lips as he lowered his body onto hers. He leaned down and kissed her neck
hungrily, feeling the warmth of her blood coursing through her veins
upon his soft lips.
A soft moan escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck,
craving more. She entangled her fingers in his unruly curls and tugged on them
lightly as another moan escaped her.
He darted out his tongue and let it slide up the crook of her neck,
tasting her sweet skin. He exposed his fangs and let them graze lightly upon
her skin, leaving traces of rose colored skin behind.
She let out a slight gasp. The pleasure that washed through her became
overwhelming in that one gesture. Another moan eased past her lips as
she grazed her nails gently down his back.
He withdrew his fangs and whispered in her ear. "How badly do you want
me?"
"Really badly," Catherine replied.
"Are you willing to do anything to have me?" Justin asked.
"Depends on what you mean by 'anything'," Catherine said.
"I want you to be mine," Justin said. "Be mine...forever."
"Are you proposing already?" Catherine joked. "But we haven't even
been on a date yet."
"I want to change you," Justin said as he leaned down to kiss her neck
once more; his cravings were becoming unbearable.
"Change me?" Catherine questioned. "What are you talking about?"
He flashed her a grin as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Forget
about it," he said as he guided himself into her.
She let out a soft moan. "How could I forget about it? You just..."
He interrupted her. "Shhh, don't speak now." He started to thrust his
hardened cock into her as a moan escaped him. He gradually quickened
his pace.
She moaned as she wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper into
her. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he closed his mouth
over hers, stopping her words with a slow, sensual kiss.
He exposed his fangs within the kiss and bit down gently on her bottom
lip, barely piercing her flesh. He sucked on her bottom lip hungrily as he
continued to thrust into her.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her, and the tingling of her lips
didn't faze her. She felt herself coming closer to her climax as her back
arched against the couch cushions.
He pulled from her lips after draining the crimson from her pout. He
kissed down to her neck and lightly pierced her flesh with his fangs, draining
the blood from her neck slowly. He plunged his fangs in deeper, and the
blood flow increased.
She became light-headed, and the pleasure mixed with pain consumed her.
She let out a final moan, which expressed the orgasm that rippled through
her. She slowly became weary. "Justin..." she said in barely a whisper
before her eyes slipped shut.
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Catherine awoke from her slumber and vaguely remembered her rendezvous
with the handsome stranger. Different moments replayed in her mind as she
sat up with a groan. The last thing she knew, Justin was there with her. She
looked around and saw no one there.
"Justin?" she called out weakly, but received no reply. She called his
name again, but to no avail.
She cuddled with the blanket that laid upon her naked body, and then
realized that she didn't have a blanket on before. She looked around again and noticed a small envelope with her name sketched on it. She reached over and
picked it up from the coffee table. She tore open the flap, pulling out a piece
of paper and began to read.
Catherine,
If you are reading this, then I am not there, and you are very lucky.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't take your life away. I had
the opportunity last night to do so, and I almost took it, but then...well
I just didn't do it. You probably want to know why I'd try to kill you.
I'm going to be very blunt with you. I expect that you do not say a word. I am a vampire. Don't believe me? Go check your neck for marks. I don't want
to scare you, but you deserved to know. I cannot see you anymore because I
know I would not be able to bear these cravings around you. You're a lucky
girl. I care about you. Don't ask why, but I do. I'll be watching you. Stay
out of trouble.
- Justin
She read over the letter a few times, trying to absorb the text. She
slowly got up from the couch, wrapped in her blanket and walked into the
bathroom and tilted her head, exposing an odd looking bite mark. She reached up
and ran her fingers upon it. She stared at her reflection for a while
before a smile appeared on her face and thoughts of the mysterious guy known as
Justin filled her mind.
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