Lust of a vampire
I do believe that THIS IS MY BEST WORK YET... I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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My name is Katherine McLain Price, better known as the legend of Kitty Price if you happened to live in the southern most part of Norway. If you haven't heard of me, I'm not surprised. You would be more likely to have heard the legend of Tarzan, Dracula, or Dr. Jekle and Mr. Hyde. Few people outside my home land have heard of me. That was why I came to America. I thought it would give me the perfect new start that I needed, a chance to wipe clean my reputation. And so my story begins....
Christian was a Lemur who lived a very sheltered life. Although through the set backs brought on by his overly protective parents, Christian was perfect. He was thoughtful, kind, outgoing, charming, and extremely handsome. The exact type of guy, any girl would die to go out with. Or in the case of me, he'd be the one who'd more than likely end up the one dead.
I never met him personally, but one day I saw him at a party. He obviously was feeling completely out of place among all the jocks, cheerleaders, beer, and loud music. I felt bad for him. I wished so badly that I could just flip the switch and make it so he wasn't having such a miserable time. I knew that wasn't going to happen that easily, but I decided to try. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand, taking him outside away from the people and noise. He was shy, that I could tell by the fact his face was so red and he wouldn't look at me. I grinned slightly, mildly amused by his feeling of unease. I let go of his hand and sat down in the swing that hung from the lone tree in the middle of the back yard.
He looked up to find me staring at him, thoughtfully. His reaction was immediate, he blushed again, but didn't let his gaze stray from mine. I couldn't get over how attractive he was. He was a tall, slender-but-fit guy, about 6'2", with the broadest shoulders. He was muscular, not any Mr. Universe, but sexy nevertheless.
The thought of it sent a shiver right threw me, my body trembled momentarily. Christian immediately took his coat off and wrapped it around my shoulders, sitting down beside me and pulling his arm around me. He didn't seem so shy now, I thought, giving another smile to the idea as I snuggled up a little closer to him. "Thank you," I said softly.
I kind of wanted to kiss him when me tightened his arm around me. I felt safe there, in his arms. It was strange, I still didn't know his name yet, but I felt like I had known him most of my life. His grip reminded me of how muscular I had thought he was, and it only elucidated my thoughts from before. I closed my eyes, taking in the light scent of his cologne, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as I put my head to rest on his shoulder.
I bit my lip, pausing while I tried to work up the courage to talk to him. "You looked like you weren't enjoying yourself in there," I finally said.
He shrugged, "Yeah, well... you saved me.... parties aren't really my thing... I never know anyone and the only thing people ever do is get trashed and turn the stereo up so loud the whole world can hear it... Maybe something's wrong with me, but I personally don't see that as a good time."
"Nothing's wrong with you..."
I brought my hand to his cheek and stoked it with my thumb. It didn't even dawn on me what I'd done until I pulled my hand away with a jerk, suddenly feeling my face flush, I lowered my head. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so my gaze met his again. I could feel myself blushing even more, biting my lower lip and pulling away slightly, but he insisted, pulling my head back toward his. He inched toward me and kissed me, gently, so delicately that I hardly felt his lips make contact with my own. Heartbreakingly tender. When he pulled away, his gaze met mine again. He smiled at the same time I felt my face turn red again. "Now who's feeling out of place?" he retorted with a smile.
Out of place?, I thought. To tell the truth, I didn't feel out of place, I was just flabbergasted. I was at a complete and total loss of words. I couldn't think anymore, leaning toward him so our lips made contact again. I wanted to be more intimate, but didn't know how to do anything more without scaring him away, so I just asked him flat out, my voice little more than a whisper, "Will you make love to me?"
He paused, just stared at me like he didn't understand or something, "Will I what?"
"Make love to me... you know... have sex with me?"
He shook his head, not comprehending, "I'm sorry, I don't.... I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Are you serious?" I was shocked and amazed at the same time. This guy, this PERFECT guy, had never had sex before? Nor did he even know what it was? Once again, I was at a total loss of words. "I... I...."
"I know this sounds weird, but.... could you explain it to me?" he asked like a curious child.
I paused, still in a state of shock. I looked for the easiest way to try and explain it without saying it flat out, "I... I want to be more intimate with you..."
It was obvious that he still wasn't comprehending what it was I was asking for.
I gave up trying to explain, and he drove me home. I insisted he stay a while, he was hesitant but agreed, now we were in my bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a long sigh half relief that we were this close to intimacy and half fear that I might hurt or scare him. I let my gaze move over Christian who refused to step out of the doorway and into the room. "You seem tense," I said, more thinking aloud than anything else.
He looked up at me, "Huh? oh... no... it's just.... I don't know... maybe I am... a little."
"Want me to try and make you feel better?"
His gaze moved slowly over me, taking in the twisted feeling in his gut that he got from staring at my figure. His jaw dropped slightly and he let out a quick, quivering sigh as his eyes widened when falling past my hips or chest. I stood up, approaching him slowly and taking off my shirt. His eyes widened to their max, his breathing grew heavy but fast and I could hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest from across the room. He took a step back and I stopped my approach.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" I looked down at my chest. I still had a bra on, but it didn't do much for cover.
He shook his head, taking the step back toward me and leaning against the door frame, his face locked onto my chest, "No..."
I looked back up at him, taking another step at the same time, "Are you sure? I mean... you're acting like you're afraid."
He shook his head, "I'm not afraid..."
"Then what is it? Tell me so I can make it better," my gaze searched his with no luck, his gaze was translucent, but completely absorbed in toxins caused by lust as he continued to stare at my chest. "Do you want to see more?"
He swallowed with great difficulty, slowly nodding his head while his heart kept pounding and his thoughts turned to mush till there was only one thought in his mind. The thought, to him, seemed unnatural and strange, but it was exactly what I had been working for. He wanted me. He wanted me in ways he had never even thought of imagining any time before now.
I slowly slipped the straps of my bra over my shoulders, reaching up behind my back to unhook it then let it fall to the floor. I tried to search his gaze again, "Are you pleased?"
He swallowed again, feeling his mouth suddenly gone dry as he nodded in compliance.
I smiled, taking another step toward him as I undid my pants and let them fall off and to the floor. Just as my bra, my under garments did little to nothing for covering me, consisting of see-through wild rose pink lace and nothing more. I continued my approach toward him, hesitating before each step to be sure he wouldn't move away. I stopped with my body almost grazing against his as I stared up into the indigo flaming eyes that stared back at me.
His hands began to sweat as he started to reach up to touch me. He pulled his hand back but I reassured him, taking his hand in my own and urging him to touch me however he saw fit to pleasure himself. His hand was hot against my skin, making contact first with my hip then sliding around to my buttocks and then in front. I closed my eyes, taking in the tenderness of his touch. His fingertips tucked themselves curiously into the brim on my under garments, but hesitated. His gaze caught mine immediately when I opened my eyes. I smiled, urging his hand on down deeper into them.
His curiosity, shyness, and lack of knowledge only made me more intrigued as his fingers played over the lips of my opening, then slid one, only one, gently in and out. I moaned softly, beginning to work his shirt off and slowly backing up to the bed. He didn't put up any disagreement, going along with me and letting me take his shirt off. He slid his hands up my sides, still giving no protest when I undid his belt and pants, slowly working them off.
His hands weren't urgent, but restless as he cupped one of my breast in his hands and gave it a firm squeeze. I knew he was afraid of hurting me by the look on his face and the way he kept looking up at me to make sure I wasn't making any implications of distaste.
I moaned, letting myself fall back onto the bed while my legs still hung off its edge. He tried to catch me but ended up falling too, but caught himself so he hung over me. I smiled up at him, the two of us so close now, and the both of us in clad nothing but underwear. I felt myself blush again, though not knowing why.
Christian returned my smile, but only after seeing me blush then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The heartbreaking tenderness of his lips finally gone, no longer leaving me in dyer anticipation as he let his tongue flow into my mouth like hot liquid. I moaned, deepening the kiss as he did, and arching beneath him so my hips crushed into him. I smiled, continuing to kiss him, I knew he was fully aroused by the feel of him against me, even through the two thin pieces of cloth that separated us.
Suddenly, my under garments vanished with a quick movement of his hand as he yanked them off. Having no knowledge of what he was doing, he knew exactly what to do. He quickly removed his own underwear and pressed his body down onto me hard. I gasped with anticipation, awaiting what I knew was deathly close now, separated from me by a single thread. His tongue and hands grew urgent as he caressed my every part until there was not a part of me left that he hadn't touched or tasted. I moaned loudly as he slid me fast and hard up onto the bed all the way, pressing his weight down on me again, letting his tongue roll over the hollow between my breasts then licking up, biting my nipples, first one then the other.
He was quick to act, his member quickly taking aim before I had time to think what was happening. He looked into my eyes with the greatest of passion as he towered himself over me and held my arms down. His forcefulness aroused me like I never had been before, quickly making me wet with extreme anticipation. He paused for a long time, just looking into the depths of my eyes. I knew they must have been burning red with lust, but he was completely unafraid even though.
In that moment he had gone from an innocent child with no knowledge of intimacy to a man, and as I had just as well assumed when I first met him, he had finally become... perfect.
I was overwhelmed with the feeling of peace of mind as I gazed into his eyes, taken by storm as he took the sudden and urgent plunge into me. Hard and fast like a hurricane searching for the strongest building so he could take it down.
I screamed, half pain and half pleasure, pushing him over and going with him so I was on top. His hands gripped my hips, his gaze searching mine, his shock visible in his gaze to my forceful move.
I sat up slightly, my hands supporting my weight by resting on either side of his head as I tried desperately to catch my breath. My eyes closed and my jaw dropped, but only ever so slightly to where my fangs were visible by their tips. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't even give recognition to the initial thought that he might see something I didn't want him to, I was consumed, all my focus centered on breathing which even then I struggled to do.
"Ooooo... Is the sexy vampire hungry?" he said with a chuckle.
I opened my eyes only slightly, I was shocked on the inside but unable to show through my troubles with simply breathing, but I smiled lightly, "You knew? wait... sexy?"
"I see... not hungry... just 'hot'," he paused, looking into my blood red eyes, "There was gossip at the party, but I didn't think too much of it. I normally don't believe something until I see it for myself... and yes... you are sexy!"
I smiled again, still breathing hard, "Hot? how would you know? and no... I'm not in ANY WAY sexy!"
"Yes, you are..." he gave a few, hard, demanding thrusts.
I screamed with delight, pushing down hard onto him, then stopped moving and yelled for him to stop. I began grimacing, my fangs exposed, "stop.... please..."
He sieced moving, "What's wrong?" His gaze frantically searching mine.
I grimaced hard then gasped for a breath, basically back to normal, with the exception of my head pounding, "nothing."
"You sure?" his gaze still searching mine.
I grimaced lightly again, then gave pause before replying, "Yea... I think so..."
Christian pulled me down so I laid flat on him, slowly releasing his load within me, "Just relax and rest. I'm not afraid."
"Not afraid?" I asked, baring my fangs and letting him see the blood lust in my eyes. He shook his head. I let out a sigh and clenched my teeth tightly together, "You should be!"
I pushed off of him completely, getting off the bed and dressing myself, in my head having knowledge that my ears were turning to a point. The final stage, I thought, cursing myself for having Christian stay here and allowing myself to defile him the way I had. Damn me for taking what wasn't mine, for taking his virginity.
Christian sat up and dressed himself while I sat at the foot of the bed, finishing replacing my own clothing. He pulled himself up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, "Please don't go."
I let out a sigh and lowered my head, "I've put you in grave danger by bringing you here. I shouldn't have let you in. I should have just left you at the door."
"No... don't say that. I wouldn't change a thing."
"I could turn on you at any given moment and tear your throat out!"
"Does it look like I care what you could do?"
I pushed him over, throwing myself on top and pinned him down on the bed. I snarled maliciously at him, "You don't care, but I DO! I won't let myself hurt you... I..." I grimaced again, then sighed, "I shouldn't have brought you here."
He pulled his lips to mine, "I think it doesn't matter if I'm in danger!"
I pushed him down again, pinning him and growling, my fangs exposed and my eyes starting to glow slightly as I stared straight into his eyes. I snapped again, "What you think doesn't matter... because I'm the one who'll end up still alive and with all the emotional turmoil... I..." grimacing again, I struggled to regain control of myself, "oh god... I have to get you out of here before I lose control again."
"No, please let me stay," he begged.
"I can't... the next time you might not be so lucky... the next time I might not be able to get back in control..." I sat up and got off the bed.
"Kitty.... please!"
I froze. Only those who knew of what I was and feared me knew me by that name, had Christian known that or was it a simple mistake? A pet name perhaps? I could only hope.
"No," I shook my head, closing my eyes, "I don't want to hurt you!"
"You wont hurt me."
I turned and snarled viciously at him, "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" I paused, shaking it off and grimacing once again, "Please.... I..." I couldn't face him anymore, turning away and starting down the dark staircase to the basement which was lightly lit with candles upon my breaking the thresh hold. He ran down after me, grabbing me and pinning me to the wall.
His eyes were filled with worry for me, I could even smell the scent of it spewing from his skin. "Just take what you need."
I turned my head away, still unable to face him. I had to work hard just to stay in control, grimacing violently every so often, "You can stay here... upstairs in my bed... just keep the door locked until the sun comes up..." I tried to push him away but I was weak and he refused to release me. He began rubbing the crotch of my pants. I moaned softly then pushed him away. "PLEASE," I hissed, taking a deep breath to calm myself, "please... don't make this harder on me than it already is..."
With a sigh, he agreed to leave for the upstairs, but with a single request.
"What?" I asked, dying to fulfill his desire in spite of what it may be, just to get him to safety.
"Drink." He spoke only the one word and it sent a shiver of both terror and pleasure wracking through my body. I yearned so badly for it too, but I couldn't allow myself, turning my head away. "I will not leave... until you drink!" He was stubborn. I knew he wouldn't let me go either, not until I did as I had been told to.
With a sigh, I prayed to a god I no longer knew for the strength to pull away before I harmed him, letting my eyes close and my jaw drop, slowly pulling his head to the side and letting my fangs sink deeply into his flesh. He moaned in pain, I could feel his body quiver beneath my fingers, but it was to be expected. Then he moaned again, but this time the sound was recognized by my ears. Pleasure.
I drank until there was nothing left and his withered body fell lifeless to the ground.
I was content with myself, though feeling remorse like I had never before. I loved him. I could not let him die. But now there was only one option as he was taking in his last few breaths. Either let him die, or turn him. Turn him. It sounded so sweet, almost as sweet as his blood of which I had craved, but I couldn't. I never had done it before. I knew how, but was intent upon never passing on the Dark Gift to another. But there was no choice to be made. I had to save him.
Tearing a deep gash in my wrist, being sure to break at least 2 veins using my own fangs as knives. I pressed the bleeding wound to his lips. "Drink," I said and repeated, "Drink!"