The Past...

     I raised the window latch slowly with the metal sliver held in my right hand.  When the latch
fell away, I smoothly pushed the wooden shutters aside and hopped onto the carpeted floor.  I was in
a dark hallway, a descending stairwell to my left, the double doors of the master bedroom to my
right.  I quickly closed the window shutters behind me, then advanced toward the bedroom doors,
right hand resting on the hilt of my short sword.  When I reached the large, well-polished oak doors,
I pressed my right ear to the smooth portal's surface.

     Moans were faintly detectable through the thick wood.  Female moans.  I smiled, if the
master of the house was entwined in the arms of a serving maid, he would be in no position to stop
me as I relieved him of some of his excess wealth.  The doors were locked, but I freed them with a
few deft twists of my lucky lock-pick.  I pushed the doors wide open, ready to draw my blade if the
master of the house proved difficult.

     A beautiful woman knelt upon a large four poster bed, her long, gleaming blonde hair
unbound and flowing down her pale white back.  She turned her head to face me, and I gaped when I
beheld the twisted, hideous visage with its dripping red fangs and glowing gold eyes.

     A young girl, perhaps fourteen years old, lay beneath the vampire woman, her naked flesh
blue with death, her throat torn open.

     "A thief!  How delightful!" chuckled the naked woman, jumping from the bed and hurling
herself towards me.

     I barely got my sword out before the vampire was upon me.  I rammed the short blade to the
hilt inside the blonde woman's flat belly, her flesh parting easily on the weapon's point.  The
vampire hissed, opening her mouth, displaying her gore-drenched fangs before she plunged them
into my neck.  Intense cold flowed through my body.  I shuddered in the woman's embrace, grinding
my teeth together while the vampire fed on me, her cold lips fastened onto my flesh, my life-blood
drawn into her ravenous mouth.

     I fell to the floor, wheezing for breath, my body numb from loss of blood.  As my vision
grew darker, the vampire woman knelt next to me, pouted prettily.

     "I like you.  I think I shall make you mine," smiled the vampire, tearing her left wrist open
with her teeth, holding the dripping wound over my trembling lips.

     "Drink, my handsome thief, and live forever."

     I drank.
*****
 

The Present

     Vampires love to hunt in dance clubs for some reason.  Perhaps it's the pounding music that
stirs our cold hearts, perhaps it's the wild, uninhibited behavior displayed by the human revelers.  I
like dance clubs, they make me feel alive again, if only for a short while.

     Watching the young girls dance, I notice three other vampires hunting here.  We
acknowledge each other with brief nods, there is enough prey here for all of us.  I finish my scotch,
the liquor burning pleasantly down my throat.  The liquor still warms my stomach, but it fades
quickly, I crave blood, nothing else will satisfy my thirst.

     I spot a young, brown-haired girl, her locks flowing down her small shoulders.  She's
eighteen, probably a college freshman out to have a good time with her friends.  When the two girls
she's with go out onto the floor to dance with eager young men, I walk to her table, brushing strands
of black hair out of my face.

     "Would you like to dance?" I ask with a smile.

     "I'm not very good," grins the girl self-consciously, her eyes betraying her interest in me.

     "I'm not great either, so no one will notice," I reply.

     "Okay," nods the girl, standing up and taking my offered right hand.

     We walk out onto the floor and begin to dance.  She isn't the best dancer I've been with, but
she tries her best.

     "I'm Paul," I offer over the loud music.

     "Beth," smiles the girl, swaying her shapely hips.

     "You're not that bad."

     "Thanks."

     I reach forward, grasp her waist and spin her around.  The girl's eyes widen, then she laughs,
falling against me, her small hands resting on my chest.  The scent of her hair is wonderful, I hold
her in my arms, her body so small and delicate.  She looks up into my brown eyes, I see her desire
fighting with her caution.  I look deeply into her hazel eyes, touch her mind with mine.

     "Want to get out of here?"

     "Yeah," replies Beth, her skin flushed red.

     Beth gathers her purse from her table, waves to her friends, then lets me take her hand and
lead her out of the club.  The cool night air is welcome after the hot, stuffy interior of the club.  I
guide Beth to my car and open the passenger door for her.

     "My place or yours?" asks Beth tentatively while I start the car.

     "Mine," I answer, abruptly leaning against Beth and kissing her hard on the mouth.  She
jerks in surprise, then sits back in her seat, tilting her head back, returning the passion of my kiss.
Beth's lips are soft and warm, I lick them tenderly with my tongue.  I kiss the side of her neck, the
blood pulsing just beneath the smooth, white skin, beckoning me, tempting me.

     I slip my hand underneath her short red skirt, stroke the girl's warm pussy over her silk
panties.  Beth gasps, closing her eyes, opening her legs for me.  I smile, sliding my hand underneath
her underwear, rubbing her tiny clit.  Beth arches her back, breathing harder, her lips trembling.  She
hesitantly reaches out, unzips my pants, and inserts her small hand into my shorts.  Beth wraps her
slender fingers around my cock, rubs it up and down while I finger her moist pussy.  I kiss Beth
again, stroking her tongue with mine, her breath warm inside my mouth.

     I break away from the panting girl, rest my hands on the steering wheel and drive out of the
parking lot.  Beth leans against my right shoulder, her hand sliding over my prick, fingers tightening.

     "Do you want me to kiss it?" breathes Beth into my ear.

     "Yes," I smile, turning briefly to kiss her mouth.

     At a stop light, Beth bends down over my crotch, opening my fly wide so she can cover my
cock with her mouth.  She begins sucking deeply on my pole, moaning while her tongue caresses my
meat.  The light turns green and I go, biting my lower lip as Beth slurps on my cock, her mouth
warm and tight, her tongue stroking my shaft and prick-head.  By the time we reach my place, I'm
ready to explode.  I grunt as I thrust up with my hips, shoving my cock down Beth's throat while I
climax inside it.  Beth drinks my cum, throat working, tongue lapping my thick white milk.  Beth
raises her face and looks at me.  I smile and stroke her warm left cheek while she licks my semen
from her red-painted lips.
*****
 

     I've got Beth's top off by the time the lift grinds to a halt and the freight door slides open,
granting us access to my basement flat.  Beth runs out of the lift, clad in her bra and skirt, brown
hair flying.  I laugh as I follow the excited girl, tossing her blouse onto one of the leather couches.

     "Where's your bed?" asks Beth, her hazel eyes burning with lust as she opens her purple
lace bra from the front and tosses it away.

     "Up the stairs," I reply, my own eyes glowing with growing hunger.  I smell the girl's
arousal, the clean scent of her hair and the musky aroma of her pussy.

     Beth rushes up the stairs to my immense, circular, black silk-covered bed.  I climb after
Beth, unbuttoning my shirt.  When I reach my bed, Beth is waiting for me, discarding her red skirt
next to her red high-heels.  She sits back on the soft bed, leaning back on her slim arms, dressed only
in her violet silk g-string panties.

     I slide out of my clothes and join Beth on the bed.  I stretch out next to her, reaching up to
cup her chin as I kiss her deeply on the lips.  Beth wraps her arms around my neck, her lips caressing
mine, her body warm and pliable against me.

     I reach down, slide off Beth's panties.  I stroke each of Beth's slender thighs, her skin silky
and warm.  I rest my left hand against Beth's pussy, bare except for a small bush of brown along the
top.  I stroke Beth's curly pubic hair, my index finger teasing her clitoris.

     Beth moans over my mouth, she flicks out her tongue, touching mine.

     I lower my face to the girl's firm left breast.  I lick the brown nipple, then cover it with my
lips, sucking and nibbling upon it.

     Beth hugs my neck, groaning softly, her pelvis thrusting against my fondling hand.  I stick
my index finger into Beth's glistening cunt, thrusting it deep into her young vagina.

     With the taste of Beth's flesh on my lips, I bite into her tit, fangs piercing deep into her
yielding white skin.  The girl's blood floods into my mouth, hot and salty.  Beth groans sharply, eyes
squeezed shut as I continue to shove my finger into her cunt, her honey running over my knuckles.
I drink heavily from Beth's breast, then lick the wound closed with my tongue.  I roll on top of the
naked girl, holding her legs apart by the knees as I press my cock-head against her pussy and slowly
drive my prick into her narrow slit.

     Beth moans deeply, arching her back, thighs spread wide apart for my shaft.  I pump back
and forth into Beth's cunt, her juices oiling my pole as I stab into her belly over and over.  I dig my
fingers through Beth's thick brown hair, kissing her sweet lips, her breasts pressing against my
strong chest as I thrust into her young sex.  The smell is overpowering, I stab my fangs into Beth's
creamy throat, slurp the hot life-blood that spurts into my mouth.

     Beth shudders in my pale arms, a small gasp slipping through her slack lips as I drink her
dry.  I continue fucking the girl's tight cunt until the last, desperate, weak breath escapes her open
mouth.

     I orgasm inside Beth, shooting my sterile seed into her cooling womb.  I close the dead girl's
eyes, sliding off of her to lay next to the motionless body.  I lay there for a long time, my lust and
hunger sated, stroking Beth's soft, brown hair.

The End.