by Melody Adams
“And no one else could give me blood? Why not?“
“With the first donation blood there is a bond between the human and the vampire. The blood of another would cause you revulsion, sickness, yes, even pain. And it would not help you to transform. You would die.“
“So we have ... a bond?“
Lorne avoided my gaze, turning away.
“Yes, the human and the vampire feel very close during the process. There’s a certain sexual attraction. At least, until the transformation.“
“And afterwards? Afterwards everything is ... gone again? Just like that?“ I asked in disbelief.
“Not necessarily, but it’s not guaranteed that the attraction will remain,“ he replied.
I did not know what to think about the whole situation. The feelings that I had developed for Lorne were all that had made the thought of being a vampire bearable. But if that should simply disappear, then I would have no one. My family and friends were lost to me and then Lorne, too. What if my feelings remained, but his disappeared? How would I live with that?
“Can ... can it happen that feelings only change with one person and the other still feels the same as before?“ I asked. Lorne turned round to me. He appeared expressionless as he answered me: “Yes, that does happen!“
Two days later
I felt restless. My hunger was driving me mad. Where was Lorne? I was angry, desperate and so hungry. Like an animal in a cage, I walked up and down Lorne’s room. Yet again I shook the door handle, only to find it locked. A cry of frustration came from my lips. I began throwing things around, then pulled the covers from the bed and tore up one of the pillows. Suddenly the door was torn open and I turned round. Lorne was standing in the doorway, his eyes wild. He closed it quickly and rushed over to me.
“I’m sorry, Trisha. I was held up.“
“You locked me in!“ I screamed at him.
“It’s for your protection, Trisha.“
I sobbed, only to scream in the next moment.
“Shhh,“ said Lorne reassuringly. “I’ll give you what you need.“
He tore his shirt down, pulled me to the bed and lay down in the middle. With a finger nail he cut himself in the chest and delicious red blood ran from the wound.
“Come on,“ he said gently. “Drink, baby.“
His eyes were glazed, as always, when he offered himself to me. I knew that it aroused him when I drank from him. I had felt his hard cock more than once when he was feeding me. It did not leave me unaffected either. My pussy became hot and tingled whenever he was giving me his blood. Right now I could feel the arousal. Until now I had always drunk from his wrist. To now be drinking from his chest seemed to me to be much more intimate and my heart began to beat excitedly. I slowly climbed over him. I licked my lips before lowering my head and drinking. Lorne groaned and put his hand on the back of my head.
“Trisha,“ he murmured. “If you knew what you’re doing to me, baby.“
His hands were digging into my hair. His scent rose enticingly to my nostrils. I had never been so close to him, had direct skin contact with him. I had always assumed that vampires must be cold but his skin was warm, almost feverishly hot. His quiet groaning was turning me on. I pulled away from him and looked up. The yearning expression in his blue eyes went right through me.
“Trisha,“ he murmured, rolling over me. My heart was pounding madly as he stared down at me. I could now clearly feel his erection pressing hard against my belly. With a wild groan he lowered his head and took possession of my lips. I had dreamt of him kissing me, but nothing had prepared me for the high that I felt as he pushed his tongue demandingly between my lips and entered my mouth. We groaned in unison. I responded with the same unbridled passion. My fingers moved constantly over his naked upper body. I had never felt anything like this before. It was too much and yet not enough. He pulled away from my mouth and his lips moved to my neck. I felt his sharp canine teeth scratching my skin and I gasped, aroused.
“Yes,“ I gave my permission and then his teeth bored into my flesh and an indescribable ecstasy consumed me. Was that what he was feeling when I drank from him? “Lorne,“ I groaned. “Yes! Yes! Yesss!“
I whimpered with regret when he pulled away from me.
“Not too much,“ he gasped. “I must not drink too much from you. You’re still too weak.“
“Lorne,“ I whispered, pushing towards him.
“I must have you, Trisha,“ said Lorne huskily. “I want you so much. Since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to be inside you.“
“Yes, “I whispered, sliding my hands impatiently between us to place them on his erection.
He laughed quietly.
“Don’t be so impatient, little one.“
He got up from the bed and began to pull off his trousers and pants. His cock stood proud and erect. It was large and veined. I licked my lips. I had previously been rather shy where sex was concerned, but with Lorne I felt a wildness, a desire that had not been there before. I wanted to, at last, feel him inside me.
Lorne climbed back onto the bed and tore my t-shirt with one tug. My skirt did not fare any better. He groaned, his eyes hungrily devouring my body, now clothed only with panties.
“You have no idea how much I yearn to ram my cock into you and fuck you senseless,“ he groaned, before lowering his head and taking one of my nipples between his lips. I cried out quietly as he sucked on it and a sharp, exquisite pain ran through my body. He tended to both breasts in turn, licking over the points, sucking and nibbling on them until I turned beneath him, half crazed with desire.
“Lorne,“ I begged. “I need you now. Inside me!“
“I’m not finished with you yet, Trisha,“ he said, grinning at me, teasing. “I want to taste you first. I’ve been dreaming about this since the first time I gave you my blood. Your scent drives me mad. I need to know what you taste like.“
I rolled my eyes as he slid down my body and positioned himself between my widely spread legs. He tore my panties and spread my legs still further.
“Lorne!“ I cried, as his tongue dipped amongst my wet folds and found my opening. He slid his tongue inside me and I writhed about. I had had no idea that a man could do anything like this. His tongue went deeper and deeper inside me and found all the sensitive places within me. I could hear him groaning as he drank my juices directly from the source. Groaning, I threw my head about.
“Oh, god!“ I gasped. “Oh, Lorne. Yes. Ohhh! Oh, please, don’t stop!“
His finger found my pearl and rubbed it with firm, circular movements whilst his tongue did crazy things inside me. I could feel myself heading towards something huge and dug my fingers into the sheet beneath me. Then I came so hard that I cried out, uncontrolled, seeing stars. For a moment everything went black, then I lay there, trembling, my heart pounding madly. Lorne appeared between my legs and moved over me.
“Look at me, Trisha,“ he said and I tried to follow his wish but I was so weak. “Trisha,“ his voice again pushed through the mist enshrouded me. I groaned, then at last managed to look at him. He was smiling.
“You’ll grow stronger and get used to what I can give you.“
“Wow,“ I uttered weakly. “Is it always like that with a vampire? No wonder all women are crazy for a vampire lover.“
He laughed quietly.
“No, Trisha. It’s not always like that. Only between vampires that have mutually exchanged blood. Are you ready for more? I’ll die right now if I can’t at last be inside you.“
I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me.
“Fuck me!“ I urged him hoarsely.
I felt his cock at my opening and groaned quietly.
Slowly he pushed inside me. I felt him holding back to give me a chance to get used to his enormous size, but I was more than ready for him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing my belly towards him. Groaning, he pushed himself as far as possible inside me.
“Yes!“ I cried and tears poured from my e
yes. It was so intense that it was almost too much for me. Lorne kissed me passionately as he began to move inside me. He gasped.
“Fuck! You are so tight! Ohh, fuck! Trisha!“
Lorne
Groaning, I threw my head back. No woman had ever felt so good. Her pussy was closing so tightly around my shaft that I had to summon up all my willpower not to come straight away. Her blood had made me even wilder. Her taste was unsurpassed. I knew that it would be damn hard to let her go again. I was addicted to her. I would never get enough of her. Every sigh, every groan from her, was increasing my arousal hugely. The desire to dig my teeth into her flesh again, to taste her sweet blood, was great, but I knew that it would probably kill her. She would soon grow stronger and then I would not need to hold back any longer, but this time I had to rein in my impulses. Her transformation was not yet complete. Soon!
“Lorne!“ she cried and I knew that she was almost there. I moved my hand down to her sweet clit and helped her to the climax. I groaned as her tight pussy closed even more tightly around my cock as she came.
“Trisha,“ I gasped, pumping hard into her one more time, before roaring loudly as I poured inside her. Blood rushed into my ears. I had never come so intensely. I knew that my roar could probably be heard throughout the whole of the headquarters but I did not care. Everyone should know that I was fucking Trisha. I wanted to brand her so that everyone knew that she belonged to me. I wanted to kill anyone who touched her. But that was wrong. Too risky investing feelings for a woman. My instinct was fighting with my reason. My reason won, but it was close. I could only hope that the transformation would soon be complete before I lost control of my impulses. At the moment all I could do was keep her in my room where no one could become aware of her seductive scent. As long as she was in this condition I could not trust any of my brothers in arms. I would not bet my life on the fact that they would suppress their impulses. What was more, I did not want it to come down to a fight amongst the men. It could only take another one or two days for this critical phase of the transformation to be over. After that she would gradually start to live her own life in the League.
Chapter 3
Trisha
The door closed with an finality that pierced my heart like a dagger thrust. Tears, that I had held back until now, shot into my eyes and rolled hotly down my cheeks. I raised a hand to wipe away the tears. As I caught sight of my hand afterwards I scream. Blood was on it. It took a while for me to grasp what this meant and I ran into the little bathroom that belonged to this room to look at myself in the mirror. These were not normal tears pouring out of my eyes. It was blood. I was crying blood!
I turned the tap on and began to wash my face. Again and again I splashed water over my face with my hands. Then I lifted my head, staring again at my reflection. I looked pale and puffy. There was still blood here and there on my face and I took a hand towel from the hook to wipe my face. Only when I could not see a single trace of blood on my face did I turn off the tap, relieved, and drop the towel onto the floor.
There was a knock at the door and my heart automatically began to pound. Was it Lorne, who had after all finally made a decision and wanted to have me back in his room? But it was not Lorne’s scent that I smelt on my way to the door. Whoever was behind the door and had knocked, it was not my creator. It was more of a flowery scent, befitting a woman rather than a man. There was another knock.
“Yes, I’m coming,“ I grumbled unhappily, then I reached the door and opened it.
“Hi! I’m Charleene! You must be Trisha,“ I was greeted by a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had short jet black hair and bright blue eyes framed by long dark eyelashes.
“Hi,“ I managed with difficulty.
Until now I had only met a few of the League and whenever I met one of the inhabitants of this enormous house I felt a little uncomfortable. But with this female vampire I was actually speechless. An amused smile came over her well-formed lips.
“I thought we could go and get something to eat together,“ said Charleene and I took a while to grasp that she did not mean going to eat a pizza but going on a human hunt together. Although I had already come through the transformation several days earlier and had gone hunting with Lorne every night, my mind had not yet forgotten the old habits and so I often caught myself thinking of food, again and again, as pizzas, burgers and steaks rather that blood.
The day before yesterday, on one of our nighttime raids, I had even secretly slipped a bar of chocolate into my pocket, planning to eat it later when I was alone. That had not been a good idea – the very first bite literally stuck in my throat and I felt so unwell, for hours, that Lorne had known straight away what I had done. But instead of reacting with the expected anger he had amazingly reacted with understanding and concern. He had taken care of me and given me his blood, which had helped my stomach to settle.
“Well?“ Charleene’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Oh! I ... I don’t know if I ... I’ve only been with Lorne so far ...“
“Lorne’s gone hunting with his flame!“ Charleene winked and a painful stab in my heart made me crumble inside.
“Oh right! Well ... then there’s no reason why not then,“ I stammered, trying not to let my pain show, but vampires were extremely good observers and so Charleene took me by the arm and looked at me sympathetically.
“Oh dear!“ she said and I knew that she had seen through me. “You’re in love with Lorne!“
I shook my head decisively although I knew that it was pointless lying to a vampire.
“I thought that because he had put you up in here there was nothing between you. But now things are becoming clear to me! Yes, now it makes much more sense!“
“What? What makes sense?“ I asked, annoyed.
“Lorne’s strange behaviour!“ explained Charleene.
“I don’t understand.“
“Well, for a start, he never goes hunting with Davina. He fucks her, and that’s that. I did wonder why he was going hunting specifically with his playmate.“
“Probably because he wants something from her,“ I responded in a toneless voice. My heart was aching as if it was being torn to pieces by a pack of hungry wolves.
Charleene was shaking her head.
“No! That’s not it. And then this reaction when Lothaire offered to go hunting with you. He almost went for Lothaire’s throat. Then he turned to me and said that I should go hunting with you. That’s why I’m here.“
It hurt that Lorne did not want to have anything more to do with me and was ordering other vampires to take me on.
“I don’t need a babysitter!“ I said bitterly. “I can go hunting alone! You don’t need to ...“
“Nonsense!“ the vampire interrupted. “Firstly, Lorne could never force me to go hunting with you – I only agreed because I liked the idea. Secondly, we always go at least in pairs. We mutually make sure that we don’t lose control when eating. The power of blood is strong. Once you lose control you become a Renegade quicker than you would imagine.“
I tried to numb the pain that I was feeling but I could simply not get Lorne out of my head and his rejection was like a poisonous thorn in my heart.
“Vampires feel emotions much more deeply the humans,“ said Charleene sympathetically. “I’ve been through this myself. More than once. Believe me, I know what it feels like. But I know what helps. Come on! What you need is a little thrill of the chase!“
Charleene was right. The hunt did help me, a little, to forget the pain in my heart. At least for a while. When I crept into my bed at dawn, though, the pain returned with full force. I had always slept in Lorne’s arms during recent nights and I missed his warmth, his hard, muscular body and his familiar scent. And although I really had satiated myself on the hunt, I longed for Lorne’s blood. In frustration, I got out of bed and went to the window. I pushed aside the heavy curtain that was supposed to keep out the daylight. Outside it was still twilight but on the horizon the sky was alr
eady beginning to turn red. A movement in the garden caught my attention. Two figures were creeping between the trees: the one, larger figure, grabbed the other and pushed it against one of the trees. I could make out enough in the twilight to know that the two of them were having sex, even though I could not make out any details. I could see flashes of blond hair and slightly light, naked skin. The sight of the pair only made my longing for Lorne greater. I was about to turn away, filled with pain, when I saw that the woman had pulled away from the man and was now running over the lawn to the house. I had never seen this female vampire before but she was very sexy with her full breasts that were half falling out of her wide open blouse. Her long legs, in net stockings and only scantily covered by an ultra-mini skirt, were shod in blood-red high heels. I admired the way this woman could run so fast across the lawn with heels like that without stumbling. I could see the man coming out of the shadows and strolling slowly after the woman. As he came closer and I recognised his face my heart missed a beat. Lorne! So the blond woman must be the playmate that Charleene told me about. Davina! Lorne, the damn bastard, had not only gone hunting with her – he had shagged her, too! Son of a bitch! Charleene had been wrong when she had stated that Lorne’s behaviour meant that he felt more for me. He seemed to have consoled himself with somebody else quickly. The whole time, without a doubt, he had not been able to wait to finally get rid of me so that he could shag about again as he pleased. Of course he had never promised me anything. He had even, from the beginning, said that he would only accompany me through the transformation process and help me to get on my feet as a vampire. But the passionate meetings with him had made me hope that he might feel the same for me as I did for him.
Suddenly Lorne looked up and looked directly up at my window. I froze and my heart began to go completely mad. It was still quite dusky outside and I could only see a silhouette of Lorne’s face, yet I could very clearly feel his eyes boring into mine.
