I blink and am recalled to the present. Jadair has a smirk on his face and I know he wants me to think on what he is capable of. If he was to mount me here and now I would welcome it. I am sooo hot for him I feel a drip of wetness that has soaked through my thong, run down my thigh into the indention of my chamois. Worse, I know Jadair has a link to my mind and can play me at his will. I will not be a mind fuck!
With resolve I drop my skirt down demurely and look to where Jadair's humpire stands limply. She is his conquest, but it is my right ... no my duty, to taste her. I nod to Jadair and he does not like it, but he must defer to me on this. He takes the brunette and bends her back over the table. Although awkward, she does not know how to deny him and she flounders backward, her head at an angle. He holds her for me as I tilt her neck to the left and feel the soft velvety skin under my fingertips. There beats a vein and a pulse, still strong despite her half-and-half state between life and death. I feel my teeth throb against my gums. Whether I personally find her objectionable or not, doesn't matter, as my animalistic side wants sustenance and release.
I am not cruel and nuzzle her neck, licking to enhance her senses and trigger endorphins to dull the pain, before nipping a fold of dermis. When I feel a pinch of skin between my teeth I draw back and open wide, sinking deep and forcefully into her neck. The blood does not course at once but lingers in the vein as if confused by the sudden block of my teeth. But the heart pumps and it surges forth once more. Like a siphon, my fangs draw it within and I begin to drink hungrily.
I did not expect it, so at first I swallowed before choking. I gagged and jerked back. How was it Jadair had not tasted the vile rankness? How could he partake of such nasty sludge? But it was often that way with vampires that did not possess my gift. They just could not tell the difference in blood quality. But this one ... this humpire was beyond vile. Her blood was putrid in its content, already beginning to fester with white blood cells that would burst open and run with poison.
I looked up into Jadair's eyes with true regret. She is one of the abominations. Her blood is undeniably bad and will corrupt into a rabid killing machine if he makes her a complete vampire. He has only a short time before she will begin to morph into a horrific creature ... neither human nor vampyric. Jadair probably meant to bring her over this week. He would know the specifics of her cycle and when it must be completed by.
But now he can not. His blood concubine must be killed to keep the spread of disease from infecting her further. And she must die so that Jadair may continue. It was the part of my gift that was not so precious and I hated delivering the news. In some cases vampires become attached to their humpires. There is some basic attraction to have brought the two together to begin with. After they share blood, it deepens and grows.
A seasoned vampire is likely to grow jaded where their concubines are concerned. They view them as a necessity for their insatiable hunger and passion. There are no guarantees and more than likely you lose your minion in the end. It is the cycle of our life ... and death.
Sometimes a defective humpire is used as a midnight snack and siphoned of blood in a ritual of orgiastic frenzy, regardless of the tainted blood. A sacrifice to bring on lust at a party. But Jadair is not that kind. He looked at me sadly, reading the truth in my expressive eyes and I knew he had some feelings for the girl. While she still faced away he stroked her hair back from her temple and murmured words I could not hear. Then with a quick wrench he snapped her neck. The sound was final in the short space around the table, despite the loud pulse of the ironic Technotronics song Just Breathe playing throughout the club.
Without further verbal or mental communication Jadair gathered the girl up in his arms and left the club.
May 4th
I thought I might see Jadair at the club, this night being a full moon. I have not seen him since the tasting and subsequent euthanasia of his humpyric blood concubine. But he did not appear and now that I am recognized at the club and I can mingle at will. I have attained a sort of celebrity status here as they recognize me for a blood-taster. I do not relish the attention.
The nights seem to roll together and I have been remiss about writing in this journal. What is it they say ... 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.' It's not my intentions I'm worried about, it's my predilections.
Evie came up to me at the club. Now that she knows what I am, she is different towards me. She buys me drinks and fawns over me. It is embarrassing. As a favor I tasted Malcolm for her. His blood is too sweet but he will turn into a vampire given an 80/20 chance. The problem is Terry is in love with Malcolm so both he and Evie have been with him. Malcolm is going to be a confused vampire. He will have two microchips implanted with his dual parentage and probably will inherit Terry's ejaculatory problems. I keep hearing that song by the Weather Girl's in my head. Only it's raining sperm instead of men. Too bad I have no power to veto bad genes, only deformed malevolent ones.
Without Jadair the club seems flat and loud. The out-of-sync dancers are likened to watching grotesque marionette's floundering in a bad musical play. As the Macarena is requested I make my exit.
May 19th
I know ... I know I haven't been keeping up this journal but it's not like every night is a big occurrence in my vampyric life. Tonight is the New Moon and I took Nemo to the dog park. It was lonely, as there was no one there in the dark. Poor Nemo. He is a good dog but shunned because of the company and hours he keeps. I was relieved to see a jogger go by with a dog and though I did not make my presence known, Nemo sniffed butts with the other dog and I felt better that he had made a friend. We walked to the Chinese takeout and I ordered my spicy favorites along with Moo Goo chicken for Nemo.
I can't help but think of Jadair and the sadness of his look when he had to put down his humpyric brunette. It occurred to me, his was the look of one not in love, so much as one who is lonely. I can identify with this and long to ease his pain. Perhaps though, I am endowing him with nonexistent feelings. I wish I could have read his deeper thoughts rather than just his lustful ones. Intrusive or not, I want to get to know the man behind the vampire.
May 27th
Went to the movies. Not that that is a big event. Well, in my life it is. However, the noisy youths behind me made it memorable. Apparently having seen the flick before they thought those of us sitting close by would enjoy a raunchy play-by-play. When that failed to elicit more than a 'shushing' noise they proceeded to kick my chair. I wasn't even the one who 'shushed' them. I spilled my popcorn and they laughed. I thought long and hard on it and decided to let bygones be bygones.
It would have been fine. I was annoyed, but could turn the other cheek. You learn patience as a vampire as you can't kill everyone you don't like. But then I felt something pulling on my hair. One of the miscreants had put his feet up high on the back of my chair and pinned my long hair under his heels. He must have been aware of this as he slid his foot down, pulling my hair viciously and painfully.
With great equanimity I turned and spoke low, "Is there a problem you'd care to discuss?"
One of the youths giggled as his companion, a large burly fellow wearing a baseball cap backward and chewing a huge wad of gum, spoke. "Yeah, we want you to move. Your big head is blocking the screen."
Now my head is normal size and being the late night show, there were plenty of seats in the theater. I shrugged and turned to ignore the miscreants hoping they would move. To my astonishment I felt a tug on my hair, then one of my auburn locks was thrown into my lap. The thug behind me had cut my hair!
I turned to see the burly one brandishing a switchblade as if it were his cock. He held it obscenely in his lap and moved his hand up and down the blade, like he was jerking off.
I was tempering my anger pretty well, all things considered. I rose to my feet and left the aisle. I'm sure my tormentors thought I was relocating and they were correct. I relocated ... to the aisle behind them. For a woman of my size I am blessed with a lightness of step that is
deceiving.
The theater lighting changed constantly as the scene played to flickering darkness. I waited as the screen faded to a dim action shot then leaned forward. The smaller youth felt no pain as I sank my fangs into the back of his neck. I severed nothing, only drank a long draught from his cranial stem. The blood to his head was cut off and he sank low in his seat.
His beefy friend noticed nothing and called out obscenities to the screen. I smiled as I leaned into his ear and blew softly. He jumped visibly and called out, "Jake, what the fuck are you doing?"
I couldn't help but laugh, "Was that his name?" I am proud of my reflexes and it took no time to sink my teeth into the side of his throat. There is a nerve in the shoulder that when pressed just so, paralyses the person momentarily. That was all I needed to embed my fangs and suck the pumping blood, letting it spurt into my mouth and swallowing voraciously. I was angry ... very angry ... and because I let my anger get the better of me, I drained him. The movie was a double feature so I took my time. Even when the lights came up briefly between movies, the few other patrons noticed nothing as the nicely behaved hooligans sat slumped in their seats and I feasted at my leisure.
I do love a respectfully quiet theater audience.
June 4th
I saw Jadair tonight! Not at the club (he hasn't been there much according to Evie and never when I'm there). Anyway, I went downtown to buy a dress for a friend's black wedding and stopped at a seafood restaurant for a shrimp cocktail and Bloody Mary, and there, sitting at a back booth, was Jadair and a red-headed humpire. Yes, I could tell from that distance that she was a half-and-half by the fact her hand was in Jadair's crotch massaging his cock through the fly of his jeans. Not that a fully human woman wouldn't massage a handsome man's prick in public, but this woman was wearing a waitress's uniform. She was my waitress and I was waiting for my check. My eyes met Jadair's and he shrugged as he grinned wolfishly.
Unfortunately he also beckoned me to the table. With a sigh I knew what he wanted. He would want me to taste his latest conquest. It was a thankless job and I tried to think of an excuse to get out of it. But the short distance to his table didn't give me much time and I could only avoid his gaze as he spoke. "I never got to thank you for your help with Linda."
"Was that her name?" I tried to remind him without directly saying the words that his engaging in multiple humpyric's was risky at best. There was bound to be a few diseased ones in the bunch and his immortality was the consequence for a mistake.
"Yes. And this is Sylvia. Say hello to…?"
"Dezzie ... short for Desdemonia." I couldn't believe he was leading me like a lamb to the slaughter and I was falling for it, hook line and bullshit.
"Dez…." He drew the one syllable out, wrapping his tongue around it until I nearly creamed my panties. The occupied Sylvia muttered a one-word greeting and kept pumping.
"You know what I want." Jadair's husky tone made me squirm. Damn it. I wanted him to want me, not this Sylvia half-and-half that wouldn't last long under his sexual appetite.
"And if I say no?" I was bold and daring with my tone, but it was false bravado. His mind reached across the booth and probed against mine. I fought like a virgin squeezing her legs together, but he was strong, used to bending people to his will.
"No?" He smiled as he uttered the word, as if it were alien to his ears. I should have known it was foreplay to him.
I received a mental picture of myself bending over a chair, naked. My ass was smooth and peachy ... ripe for the taking. Jadair was stripping off his stonewashed denims, just like the ones he was wearing tonight in the physical world. He was like a stage player entering a scene, all arrogance and 'look at me' confidence. His cock stood out hard and erect. As he walked forward I could see it barely bob, it was so stiff.
It was like watching a porn movie and I was the star. Only I was not only watching it in my head but I was feeling his cock rubbing between my legs, against my crack, easing in and out, pretending he was fucking me, but only letting me feel the hardness against my backside. "Do you want it?" he whispered gruffly. To punctuate his words his hands reached to nudge my legs further apart. "I could bury my cock so deep inside you, you'll think you've been impaled. Then I'll ease it in and almost out, before bringing it against your clit again and again. I can feel you so tight around me I barely can budge, but I swell even larger inside you and you grow wet with my movements ... my cum is near bursting ... ready to shoot deep inside you and mingle with your own hot juices. Do you feel it? Do you want it?"
He began to bring his cock to my cunt from behind. I could feel the big head nudge against my labia, splaying it apart, splitting it for his entrance….
Then without warning he withdrew from my head and repeated his question, "Do you want it?"
I was shaking with both heated passion and anger. "You bastard! Stop mind fucking with me!"
Even Jadair had his limits and I realized he wasn't quite his usual controlled self. He'd gotten hot and bothered with his mental probe. I would push the advantage. While he was unaware I catapulted inside his mind. I had him naked, on his back, tied spread eagle to a bed. The ties on his wrists were silken but strong, and his struggles were useless. I came at him from the base of the bed, myself naked and voluptuous. My long auburn hair hung in ropes that teased over my breasts, showing glimpses of the mauve nipples, peeking out as I crawled between his legs.
His cock was glad to see me. It was at full staff, engorged with blood, his balls themselves swollen with need. (Vampires have low sperm counts but they have plenty of it for those of us who like to play messy.) I hung just above his cock and let my hair tickle the tip, back and forth, back and forth, a slow torture for a virile man.
There was an audible gasp from Jadair's side of the booth. He had taken Sylvia's hand out of his fly, but I was the more effective aphrodisiac, as I focused my thoughts into his.
After my hair had teased the tip of his swollen cock, I bobbed my head down and let the very tip of his smooth flesh touch my lips. I moved them over the hood but refused to let it into my mouth. Slowly I opened a small slit and let the tip of my tongue appear. I touched it to his cock and rolled it over the circumcised head, slowly ... just barely touching skin on skin. A groan was my reward as the cock thrust upward with the motion of Jadair's hips.
I opened my mouth to take in the head, then I smiled across the booth at Jadair, and withdrew from his mind. "Do you want it?" I mimicked.
Jadair's face was tense and I knew his hard-on was painful against the zipper of his jeans. Let Sylvia work that baby out. But I wasn't completely heartless. I gave Jadair a half-smile and motioned to Sylvia. Jadair gave her the signal to go with me. He wanted to come with us, I could tell, but I gave him a warning glance. I wasn't about to go at it as a threesome in the girl's bathroom. I wanted Jadair, but on my own terms, and for more than a one night stand.
Sylvia was meek and compliant. She was a terrible waitress but a good humpire. Even without her mentor's mind control she was docile and followed me into the women's bathroom without protest. I sat her on the sink and spoke to her, low and soothing. It wouldn't do for her to snap out of the trance Jadair had on her and start screaming as I sank my teeth into her.
To Jadair's credit he did have wonderful taste in necks. Sylvia's was silky smooth with the soft downy covering of protective hair, like a baby's. I stared at it a full minute before reaching and stroking just behind the earlobe. Like a cat she pressed against my fingers, rubbing gently. Jadair had taught her well.
The pulse was light and flickering, so I moved my fingers downward, pressing two just behind where her jaw-line met her ropy neck muscle. The pulse there was stronger and throbbed against my touch. I could not help myself and palmed her neck, cupping it, massaging it ... making it my own. Jadair would be furious to see me touching his property in this intimate manner. The thought made me happy in a gleefully vengeful manner. Jadair needed to be taught I was a force to be reckoned with. I would enjoy being
his teacher of that I was sure. As sure as I knew he and I were eternal soul mates who were meant to be together.
Sylvia moved restlessly under my touch. My heat was affecting her. Another misconception about vampires is we are cold ... all over. Though blood does not course freely through our veins, a fiery energy does and we virtually radiate passion through this body heat. Sylvia could feel mine and it was pure and unadulterated. So much so her skin was singed under my fingertips and where the flat of my palms rested on her nape. I was branding her with my touch. Jadair would be beyond furious. I smiled and murmured to Sylvia. The words were in ancient Carpathian as I had been taught and they held a trance. I had the upper hand and my power trumped Jadair's. It was always so when one wore the brand of the chamois. In ancient times I would have been anointed a priestess. But I had been born a vampire in the late sixties and the only distinction I could tout was my taste-testing gift.
The heat of my touch brought the blood to the surface of sweet Sylvia's neck and I could smell it through her pores. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, despite my having eaten the shrimp cocktail. Dessert was in front of me and I never passed on a sure thing. I licked where I judged the lovely blue vein ran horizontally down her throat, laving my tongue just above her shoulder, at the base of her neck. There I sank my fangs deep and sure. Oh, the joy of the hot blood as it spurted forth, and bathed not just my incisors, but ran into my mouth and down the back of my throat! The thick metallic coating was honey to my taste buds.
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