I closed my eyes and then when I opened them I saw Troy dead!
I wondered what happened. My guess was the bullet ricochet off the solid statues near me and got him in the head.
I didn’t think he would kill himself. I never knew what happened. It remained a mystery. Troy seemed like a cool person.
I guessed that the scar he had was the result of a boy or girl trying to save themselves, while he was about to kill them. I didn’t call 911 and they I didn’t get any congratulations for apprehending a killer and molester who had probably killed a lot of people.
I would have gotten a reward for this I thought. I left the house and never looked back.
After all that, my life wasn’t back to normal. I was already trying to live a normal life and would everyday go check on Steve to pay my respects. If I was not there I would have been the only one to visit him.
The drive was long and the road never ended.
I had driven from motel to motel and from town to town.
A month later things were so fucked up. I was looking for love and I found it. I was sitting on the couch. I was still my fat self as I could not find enough vampire blood to keep my weight down.
I was working on a plan to fix that problem. Vampire blood was hard to come by, and when I had it, it was never enough for me.
My vampire husband top detective Antonio came home from work. “Hi sexy,” said Antonio as he was coming through the front door.
Even vampires had professions like doctors, lawyers but it was rare. I gesticulated for him to sit down. “I have something to tell you and I am not sure how to tell you,” I said. “What is the matter this time my chunky dear? asked Antonio.
He knew I wanted his blood to lose weight but he refused and joked about it by hurting me mentally with his fat jokes. “I kept something from you,” I said.
“What are you talking about?” asked Antonio, who was trying to make sense of this stimulating conversation. “I took a home pregnancy test about a week ago to make sure I did it right. Antonio my love, I am pregnant,” I said.
Antonio had a surprised look on his face then he hugged me. “Could you keep it a secret, I would like to be the one that breaks the news,” I said.
“Sure sweet chunkiness,” said Antonio hugging me again. Antonio had an Italian accent spending hundreds of years in Italy.
I was thinking about my life and still could not believe I was expecting.
I went to see my love. Antonio was in his den on his IPhone and he acknowledged I was there but I let him finish on the phone.
While he was on the phone I went down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I noticed a note on his bulletin board. The note was of another girl to meet him for dinner.
Antonio was cheating on me and I was fed up. I thought he stopped. “That’s it” I thought to myself. I went to his den and Antonio was off the phone. “Please sit down. What is on your mind?” asked Antonio.
“I want to fuck you right now.” I said. “Is there a reason why?” asked Antonio. “Cause I`m a horny fat girl, I`m pregnant.” I said. “Congratulations!” said Antonio
. “Go find yourself another vampire!” Antonio yelled. “Fine then I’m leaving you.” I said.
“Get the fuck out bitch before I kill you and that thing inside you!” Antonio yelled.
I went to a motel then I came back home to apologize to Antonio.
I started to open the door, but I stopped because I was very nervous about having to talk to Antonio. I sat down on the couch trying to overcome being nervous.
I was afraid that when I told Antonio that I was leaving him, that he would kill me.
As I sat on the couch I looked at pictures on the table and thought about when I first met Antonio. He was so sexy.
While he was a detective, he used to get involved with someone and go out robbing taxi cab drivers and taking their money to make ends meet.
Detective work just didn’t pay enough for Antonio. He never got caught.
I remembered sitting in the taxicab roaming the city.
I hid the other vehicle that I traveled with from town to town. Antonio’s buddy at the time came up to the cab with a revolver.
“Give me your money you fat ugly bitch!” shouted his buddy. I gave him the money and he took off running.
I got out of the taxicab and started chasing his buddy.
While running down the sidewalk he fired at me and I took cover behind some crates and it was hard to hide all my fat.
He fired, and I panicked and as he started to fire at me again. I hid behind the crates trembling. Antonio came out and he started firing at him.
He took out his gun and fired at his buddy 5 times killing him. He shot him in the head 5 times.
Antonio put his gun away and went over to where I was hiding. He helped me up.
“I am Antonio you fat ass!” he yelled, shaking my hand. “I am Emma, but everyone calls me Fat” I said. I was nervous at meeting someone for the first time.
“It’s nice… to meet you.” I said nervously.
“You wanna get busy with me?” he asked.
He started to walk over to his buddy, on the ground. He could see that I was scared and lacked confidence in myself.
He walked back over to me and put his hand on my fat ass. “You are going to make a darn good wife someday,” said Antonio.
I started thinking about how hot the sex would be between us.
I imagined his hard cock on my fat boobs, and his cum all over my body.
I could not imagine anything better. He wasn’t going to be disappointed in me; in fact he was going be very disappointed.
Afterwards, the result of confronting Antonio to apologize was a mistake. Antonio beat me so bad I lost the baby, and he kicked me to the ground. I never saw him again and that was another big mistake in my life.
I was good enough to walk and Antonio said I was lucky he didn’t kill me. He said I should have been thankful that he spared my fat life.
I moved on and never looked back.
It took two months to recover before I was fully healed. He gave me mostly cuts and bruises.
Weeks later I was at this party that was underway when I arrived at my neighbor’s house. I had rented a place nearby.
It was a Friday night and stormy outside. I pushed my way through the crowd and finally located my neighbor, in the midst of a bunch of her friends of friends, all talking and laughing loudly.
“Let’s get wasted!” I yelled.
I was pissed drunk by midnight and I was kissing my neighbor on her lips and tongue, which was a kind of silly.
Her name was Sabrina.
She was a great collector of stuffed vampire dolls and it was so weird but I loved her.
I’d met Sabrina shortly after moving to town. I’d become friendly with her.
We would have lesbian sex like there was no tomorrow.
I loved to experiment with her. At the time we were sharing her house with two other girls, they were vampires.
I still kept my own place and had the best of both worlds. The house was known for having a great view of the forest nearby.
At night we would run naked during the great parties we had there. I was free to run my fat naked body and not get teased. I was accepted.
My first impression of Sabrina was that she was a typical party girl, large just like me, blonde, tanned, and full of life.
She inherited her house from her sister, who died in a plane accident.
Sabrina and I, began dating her two vampire roommates which we had orgies and did every day.
Sabrina was nice to be with, knew all about sex, drugs, and vampires and laughed easily. She was sexy as can be.
Everyone always had a good time. I received loads of great sex every night. Sabrina continued to give parties at her house but fewer people came.
I was now drinking more and it wasn’t unusual that at the end of a party I would be passed out.
At the next party I attended,
I was about to leave cause I was frustrated that Sabrina wasn’t giving me enough attention.
Sabrina then pulled me into a corner and kissed me. I pulled away and said I really had to go.
“You’re a fat and sexy when you get jealous!” said Sabrina.
I was surprised; I’d never heard her use such words. I could not resist, we ate each other out and deep kissed all night.
We made love in the shower and it was heavenly.
Several weeks later, I decided to pack up and leave. Things weren’t on fire like they were.
I just had to move on and Sabrina had become a drug addict and an alcoholic. She lost control of everything.
Sabrina had long since moved to another place.
It was a small town that she moved to which was smaller than her previous home town. It was interesting how people just lose touch and move on.
Years later I ran into Sabrina downtown.
She gave me her number. She showed me and I admired the pictures of her two children, she told me that she still wanted me badly.
It was night time and she was out to party.
She was still up to her old habits. She was drinking even more and she’d fallen, because she was so drunk. I left her there.
After our last encounter I wasn’t that eager to see Sabrina, but finally decided to call her. I brought over roses.
On first seeing her, I was shocked but tried not to show it. She had always been a big girl but now she looked bigger and sexier.
She offered me drugs and an open bottle of whiskey and rum. The house, I noticed, seemed both empty and messy, with a strange dirty sock odor.
A dog was on the floor looking sad and neglected. Her kids were taken from her cause she couldn’t get her life together.
There was a lot she didn’t tell me.
It was an awkward visit. At first, all Sabrina could talk about was how her friends had deserted her.
Then she turned on me, mocking at the roses I’d brought. Then she became personally insulting; but when I started to get up and leave she broke into tears and asked me to stay.
Finally, I broke away. Standing outside her door, I breathed in the cold night air with relief.
I ran back in grabbed Sabrina and we kissed with passion and made love like never before. I realized how much I missed her.
Chapter 3
My parents weren’t always so bad. They didn’t always call me a fat cow. We had decent times from what I remembered. It was a pleasant evening.
My parents and I were sitting in our back yard, enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly, we heard banging at the front door.
My dad told my mother and I to stay. I thought it would be some drunken neighbor. I was dead wrong.
I heard shots being fired and stood in the backyard, in complete silence. The shots were fired and I heard my mom screaming for help, screaming to me to hide as she ran towards danger.
But I was too shocked to do anything. I heard people yelling and I got brave enough to move and I hid in the shed.
They were near. I peeked out the cracked shed window. I only saw their shadows and heard their angry voices.
They seemed to have left the house, but I did not want to move from the shed.
I was scared to see if my parents were killed.
I got out and went inside the house and saw nothing on the main floor. I continued upstairs and saw my parent’s bed was soaked with blood.
I took a deep breath and went down to the basement. I was in such shock. My dad was lying there dead, with bullets riddled all over his face and body.
My mom was lying next to him. She suffered the same wounds. I did not know what to do, where to go.
I had no idea why the action was upstairs and in the basement. I had guessed the intruders were looking for something valuable.
The funeral was very sad. People I never met were there. When our neighbors were back from their vacationing in Hawaii, they checked on me, to see how I was holding up. I was mentally unstable.
My heart was completely destroyed. After some time my friend Mira, said that they were thugs. They had the intention of robbing our house.
They finally were finally caught and going to go away for life.
As my search for love continued I had met a girlfriend, Samantha.
I trusted only two people in the whole wide world, my girlfriend and of course myself. One day when I was in a pizza joint, I got a phone call.
My jaw dropped. Samantha had an accident. I rushed to the hospital and saw her out cold in a bed, with a big bruise on her face.
I sat beside her and gently kissed her lips. We were in a lesbian relationship. She started to wake up from a nap and looked towards me with tears in her eyes. `
“Ì love you so much.” she said. A teardrop ran down my face and I started to cry.
She said to me that she had wished that we would get married. She wanted to get away somewhere far so we could be in a safe place so we could live in peace.
But she looked like she was going to die. I promised her that I would make her wish come true. I was going to marry her before she died.
Suddenly, Samantha closed her eyes. I knew she was dead, gone to heaven, maybe hell.
Weeks had passed on. I would never forget Samantha but I had to move on. I decided I didn’t want this life anymore. I was very indecisive in my life.
I wanted to be one of them; a vampire. I met a vampire that would turn me. His name was Rupert.
We met at a vampire bar and I had told him that I would pay him big bucks if he would turn me.
Rupert was tall, slender and had light blue eyes and long blonde hair. He had a deep voice with a French accent.
He didn’t want my money only my blood. He warned me that turning me would keep me the way I look forever until death. I accepted. We met one night at a motel. He was ready to perform.
I was nervous and he took me by the neck. Rupert asked me if I was ready and I told him to hurry. He said that he was going to enjoy every second. He began sinking his teeth in my neck and sucking my blood.
He moaned as he sucked. It stung at first then I felt light headed. After two minutes I passed out on the bed beside me.
Several hours had passed and I woke up. Rupert asked me if I was ok. I was fine.
“Am I..?” I asked. Rupert looked at me with shock! “This can’t be right.” he said. Rupert told me that I was still human and in his 3000 years as a vampire he never witnessed such a thing.
He called his friend to help him out. An hour later another vampire had arrived. Her name was Sheila.
She was also tall, slim, and pretty with black hair. She was to try to turn me.
Sheila lashed at my neck and a minute later I was passed out again. I woke up a few hours later and I felt no different except weaker.
Sheila and Rupert were in shock. I asked if I was turned and they told me I was still human. Rupert started to laugh. Sheila also started to giggle.
“You are a stupid human.” Rupert said. I was shocked at what he said.
He continued to insult me. “You are a fucking fat ugly cow, did you know that?” laughed Rupert.
Sheila and Rupert both continued to laugh hysterically out loud and I stormed out of the motel and drove off.
I was crying all night long. I was so fat not even a vampire could turn me if they wanted to. I knew why there were hardly any fat vampires around.
I was so humiliated.
I stopped at a night club and was so pissed at what happened I got wasted and danced the night away.
I got a hold of drugs and took them with me. I took a cab to where I had left the vehicle. I was near a beach and the night was breezy and the sky was clear.
I ingested a few pills I was given. I dropped down on the soft beach sand and felt so high and relaxed.
Chapter 4
. The sand seemed softer. The drugs were heavy-duty. I was hallucinating. I was in a different place.
Doves gathered in a forest
to gather near a dog. I don’t know why a dog was there. The drugs really fucked me up. The dog was joyful because the doves were smiling at the dog. Naked men and women were dancing around them.
Boobies were jiggling and cocks were shaking. That put a smile on my face. I joined in running my fat naked body around.
It was a joyful event. I didn’t want this to ever fade away.
I was in a different place. There was a vampire standing in front of me and held his hand out. I didn’t know if I was awake or if I was high.
He had dark sea green eyes. The green was like the sincere part of a wild ocean with streaks of gold like slivers of light.
He spoke sexy words he could not seem to understand with his sexy, passionate lips. The feel of his warm hand touching me made me feel safe and the enticing feel of his breath on my cheek.
This nameless vampire bent down to kiss me.
The sound of my voice moaning brought made him fuck me harder. He became aware of the succulence of the sand below him seeping through his shirt.
The spicy, unclean smell of us soaked the beach and the bickering of nearby puppies stopped him from slipping back into the embrace of my fantasy.
I slapped him for more. He continued.
He made me suck on his cock.
It was long and hard. I felt so guilty and didn’t feel like I deserved this. I felt no awkwardness and I loved to cum on his vampire cock.
He seemed able to find all my good spots; with everyone he fucked he must have had a lot of experience. He enjoyed every moment fucking me and was not embarrassment.
I was disgusted at myself for my own self-pity and selfishness - here I was, an intelligent, low class girl fucking a hot vampire future feeling sorry for myself. I felt I was guilty of taking everything for granted.
When I was sober I had left the beach. I was on way back on the long road ahead. I was going to find blood to help me lose my weight.
All this time I was just fucking everyone in sight and not accomplishing what I really wanted.
Just as my thoughts were becoming more overemotional and I was falling into the blackness of my own soul I had stopped at a diner and met a vampire girl that sat beside me.
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