Mistress Blood Thorn's
Vampyre Erotic
"Her Doll Part 5"
June 14, 2001 Written by Mistress Thorn Dedicated to Master Malfeitor
Phil was finally looking like a normal vampyre after being crucified and bitten to shreds by two women. He still seemed to be extremely weak, I could tell by his color. Vampy had left only hours ago, the smell of her blood was still thick in the air. The only sense that I can decipher right now is my hunger. After such an invigorating and exasperating night, my veins craved life.
I sat down on the corner of my bed for a while and watched Phil sleep, contemplating where I should go to find my next meal. Suddenly, I thought of a man that I’ve had my eyes on for several months. He was employed at a small bar not to far from my house. Everyone that knows him calls him “Doc.” “Doc,” seemed to always have something to say, whether it is about torturous weapons, which he collects, or sex. I thought, after the long night in my fellow vampyres’ arms, that maybe I shouldn’t venture out, considering my weakness. With that last thought, I curled up at the corner of the bed and fell asleep…
In a few hours, I woke up and the hunger was now even more unbearable. I finally decided to take the risk and go out and find a most interesting doll.
Phil was still sleeping and I didn’t even bother to wake him. I took a long, hot shower and got dressed.
“Doc” always teases me about wearing a short skirt and no panties so that he can feel me up in public. I usually laugh and put the idea out of my mind. Such petty things don’t really excite me. Tonight was different considering that I wanted to get “Doc” alone. I dug through my closet for a few moments and found a tiny vinyl skirt and decided to put it on just for the fuck of it. While doing this, I suddenly felt someone’s presence behind me and turned to see Phil’s pale face staring back. For a moment, his beauty took me aback.
“Going out to feed?” He asked with the raspy voice of a vampyre just awaking.
“Yes. After last night, the thirst is unbelievable.”
“Ah. I wanted to know if it was alright with you, my Mistress, if I brought over a close friend to stay a few days.”
“Vampyre, I assume?”
“Uh, no. He is a doll, but he is a resource, a “Renfield” if you will. He is a good friend to me. He is being chased by another vampyre, a female. He has nowhere else to turn. I feel that he is in danger.”
I wasn’t so sure about this, I thought. Phil’s friends usually ended up causing some kind of trouble. But, he looked at me with true sincerity. I knew that he wasn’t going to let anything go wrong.
“You may bring him here, but there will be no one else besides him. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible.”
“Thank you, my beloved. I promise that nothing will go array.”
“I hope not. Well, I have to feed. You too should go out, or should I bring a doll home for you?”
“I will go myself. Have a good time. My friend will probably be here when you arrive home. If not, he will arrive shortly after that, so don’t be alarmed.”
“Very well. I’ll see you later.”
With that, I left quickly.
After tracking through cold streets, I finally made it to the bar where “Doc” was working. He’s the bouncer, and sure enough, I saw standing close to the entrance as usual. He let me slide with the cover charge, which is also something he usually does. It was karaoke night; the bar regulars were all waiting for their try at singing some classic rock song. Strippers danced for their dollar, I said hello to the particular few that I knew. I, of course, also had my eye on one special girl, but that’s another story. “Doc’s” long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had a flannel on over top of his t-shirt. He smiled at me, and then asked how I was doing. We chatted for a few moments I then scouted for a seat at the bar. I ordered my usual shot of Southern Comfort and watched “Doc” from a short distance as he conversed with others and watched one of the girls dance on the side stage. I saw his deep eyes glow with a brilliance that I rarely see in any doll’s eyes and that was one of the reasons I’ve been sparing him.
“Doc” and I had been flirting with each other for a few months now. He seemed to always find a way to mention how good he was at eating pussy or how good he could do it for me. I took it all as compliment, but never accepted, knowing I’d be eventually killing him for a meal when I really needed it. At one point I did consider embracing him, but I had made a contract with myself that meant I would only embrace someone that I truly felt I loved and that I could spend eternity with. Phil was not going to be that man, and although I knew I didn’t love him, I stayed with him for friendship and his love for me.
“Doc” and I talked to each other every once in a while. We both glanced at each other from time to time. I watched the girls, listened to awful singing, and drank down several shots of liquor before last call. When 1:30 came around, I ordered my last one for the night. I knew it was getting close to closing time and closer to dinnertime as well.
At 2am, people began to pour out the front door in drunken stupors. Some tripped over each other, couples were fondling each other, and I continued to sit at the bar and watch as they left. “Doc” began to clean up empty glasses and restock the bar. When he started putting new bottles of beer behind the bar, he came over to me to talk.
He looked at me curiously and I let a sexy smile appear on my sultry lips.
“Have you decided to take me up on my offer yet?” He asked.
I lit a cigarette and downed my last shot then looked into his deep eyes.
“Which offer would that be?” I asked.
“Oh you know, letting me eat you out for an hour, checking out my new toys….”
“Ah, that offer. You may be surprised at my answer, but yes, I will take you up on it.”
He did look stunned. It was hard not to giggle at least a little bit. Especially with all the liquor I had consumed.
“I’ll just sit here and wait like the little slave you wish I would be until you’re ready to join me.”
He smiled.
I watched as he eagerly looked at me while he trying to restock the rest of the beer and clean.
When he was finally done with his nightly chores, he grabbed his jacket and then helped me into my cape. When he offered his arm I accepted and he led me out of the bar and into the chill of the night. After he locked up the bar and we got into his car, I asked him where we were going.
“Unfortunately, it is too cold to go to a cemetery, you freak.” He said jokingly. “Actually, I just thought I’d take you to my place.”
“Very well.”
About 15 minutes had passed and then we pulled into a small driveway with a house to the right of it. It was an average looking house, knowing him, I thought it would look more like a dungeon, but then again I haven’t seen the inside yet.
“Doc” led me up to the front door and then fumbled with his keys for a few seconds before getting the door open and then he led me inside. I followed him as he searched for a light switch in the dark. When the room was lit, I took a good look around. It seemed to be just as normal except for the swords hanging on the walls. They were all very beautiful though. “Doc” walked passed me fidgeting with candles. I could smell his sweet flesh and felt a small twitch in my stomach and the strong urge to taste it.
“You are going to enjoy this evening more than you may think.” He said, proudly.
I almost laughed considering he’d be the one getting the big surprise. But I had to make myself continue the masquerade without any hint of my real plan.
He offered me a drink and I accepted. As he went to get it, I took off my jacket and placed it on what looked like a very old chair. I could hear glasses clinking in the kitchen and I sat down on his couch and waited for him to return. I watched the shadows the candles made on the walls bounce and flicker.
He came back with two glasses and handed me one. As I reached out for it, I again looked into his deep eyes. I drank the liquor down in anticipation and watched as he sipped his. He stared at me intensely and I loved the fact that he wanted me so badly. When I had finished my drink, “Doc” took my hand in his.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for some time now.” He exclaimed.
He kissed me lightly. All I could think of was who was really going to taste whom.
We continued to kiss, gently as first, and then he began kissing harder, more passionately. As we kissed he ran his hands up and down my back. I played with his hair and wrapped it around my fingers. I pulled out his hair band and let his bright blonde locks cover his back. Long hair arouses me to no end, and as I played with it tenderly, we moaned in unison.
I really hoped that he wasn’t planning on trying to fuck me on the couch. I am not the usual slut that he just brings home for a good lay. I asked him if we could go to his bedroom. He smiled, and then led me upstairs. As I walked into his bedroom, I found the room to not be so normal and giggled.
“What is funny?” He asked as he took off his shirt and began to unbuckle his belt.
“Well, after all of this time talking with you, your love of guns and knives, the sex games; I thought your house would be much more creatively decorated. I found it a surprise that it looked quite normal, and well, now I see where you keep your demons.”
“Ah.”
He sat on the bed and I stood in front of his as he removed my clothes. When I was bare breasted, he kissed and licked my pierced nipples gently. I played with his hair some more and then grabbed the back of his neck.
“Oh, I forgot that you like to be the one in charge. I thought you might give that up for one night, but I see that you can’t.” He whispered.
“If you can’t deal with my violence, you can’t deal with my sex.” I replied, in a smart-ass kind of way.
He moaned when I grabbed the back of his neck for the second time. I let my tongue slide up and down the side of his neck, then nibbled and kissed. I was hungry. I could hear his heart as it pumped his lifeblood through his veins and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feed. I couldn’t stand to have to lie around and let him fuck me first. I bit down into his soft flesh and listened as it tore to make way for my hungry tongue.
He moaned deeply and grabbed at my arms, trying to pull me away. The more I drank, the stronger I got, and I was now able to keep him from pushing me away. I drained him to the point of death. I let go of his throat and he fell back on the bed. He was barely breathing, his eyes only moved slightly. I crawled up to his face and lifted my skirt. I looked into his deep eyes one last time and said something I just couldn’t help but say.
“Guess I got to eat you first. Too bad, but I don’t think you would’ve made me cum anyway.”
I gathered up my clothes and left.
I stepped out of “Doc’s” house and the fresh air felt incredible. I was mildly intoxicated, but I was definitely high on “Doc’s” blood now. My skin was glowing, my sight very clear, my strength back to normal. I began to walk home. The night sky was beautiful. I smelled all the spices of the city. I watched as some of the drunks passed out on the street, I even saw a couple having sex in a dark alley. But, suddenly, my sight turned blurry again and my mind became a sea of confusion. A sharp pain in my stomach caused to hunch over in disbelief. What the fuck was happening to me? I was frantic and fumbled for my cell phone that Phil had given me in case I needed him. I just pushed redial and that’s the last thing I remembered before I passed out.
I awoke to the familiar surroundings of my own room. I had no idea how much time had passed since I had blacked out. I looked towards the windows and it was dark outside; I had no idea if it was even the same night. I tried to move a little and found my entire body to be sore. With as much strength as I could muster, I yelled for Phil.
Finally, I heard someone walking up the stairs.
“Phil, what happened?” I asked, as the footsteps grew closer. There was no answer. Then a stranger’s voice suddenly ripped through my ears, frightening me.
“Phil isn’t here, Mistress.”
“Who are you? Where is Phil? If you are trespassing I will have you killed!” I shouted.
I could barely open my eyes. All I could make out was a dark shadow.
“A friend of Phil’s. He told me that you gave permission for me to stay here. My name is Malfeitor, and you were in quite the predicament.”
“Please, get me a warm cloth for my face.”
I heard him leave the room and rustle around in the bathroom. The sound of water running hurt my ears. Some more footsteps and then I felt a soft hand touch my face and beautiful warmth cover my eyes.
“What has happened?”
“We are not so sure, Mistress. Seems like you drank the blood of the dead. Phil is out now, trying to figure out what happened and who did this to you.”
“Dead? No, he was mortal, very mortal. Doc…. I fed from him. I killed him.”
“You need blood, Mistress.”
“Yes, I’m starving. The pain in my body is overwhelming.”
“Take mine.”
I had no memory of this man who called himself Malfeitor. I did not remember the previous 3 days. Everything to me was but a blur, a fog, drenching my mind. He was offering me his blood, and I needed it so very badly.
“Take mine, I will cut myself for you. You are too weak to bite.”
I then heard a drawer open and some shuffling, things being pushed around. Then, the wonderful sound of pure flesh tearing by blade. I felt his weight beside me on the bed. He moved what I believed to be his arm over to mouth and let tiny, thick, drops of his life scatter onto my lips. As soon as I had a small taste, my mind started to awaken. I felt for his arm and then pulled it to my mouth. It was his wrist that he cut. I fed from him like I had never fed. I could’ve drained every vein that mapped his body. But he pulled back. I tried to hold on to him, I didn’t want to let go. He was still stronger than I, and I had no choice.
I heard footsteps once again and then he was gone. I fell asleep.
A warm, velvety kiss on my lips, and then Phil. At first I thought I was dreaming, but Phil was standing above the bed, staring at me.
“You are alright, Mistress.”
“I am. Tired, but I feel much better. Please Phil, tell me what happened?”
“I thought you drank the blood of the dead, but I realized that you of all the vampires could never have been so stupid. I went looking for this man. Doc, as they call him. He’s alive.”
“No, I killed him.”
“No, you did not. You may have thought you did.”
“His heart stopped. I was there, he was dead.”
“Possibly.”
“No, I am certain of this!”
“Then how do you explain him walking around? He was at work this evening, at the bar. I know you’ve been watching him. He did not look dead to me.”
“It’s impossible. I fed from him. I killed him.”
“Mistress, we will find out what happened.”
Then suddenly, that strange voice again, the one who fed me hours ago. “We will find out what did this to you, I promise.”
“Who is that? Where is that voice coming from?”
A man appeared in the doorway. The most incredibly beautiful man that I had ever seen in all of my centuries of immortality; his skin was radiant, his eyes piercing.
“This is Malfeitor, Mistress. If it weren’t for him, you would have been paralyzed, even dead. He slit his wrist for you and fed you. His blood saved you.”
This man then walked over to my bed and Phil moved out of his way so that I could see him better. His green eyes amazed me. He had blonde hair that fell around his shoulders; it grazed his face and tickled the skin there like feathers. He was tall, broad, strong, and exotic. He was like no other mortal, and no other vampyre.
“I am so glad that you are feeling better, Mistress. I am Malfeitor, a close friend of Phil’s, and now, of yours hopefully.” He kissed my hand so gently, almost as if he were afraid that he would break it.
“Thank you for giving me your warmth.” I couldn’t speak more. I had no words for such a creature.
“No need for thanks, I did what I had to do.” He smiled at me.
His smile enticed an ocean of emotions to wash over me. Then he turned and was gone.
Phil stayed for only a short while after. I decided to ask him more about his enchanting friend.
“I had forgotten that he was going to stay here, Phil. I feel so bad now. I had yelled at him earlier, thinking that he was an enemy.”
“I’m sure he understands that you were sick.”
“Tell me more about him.”
“Very well. He has been a source for me for almost 5 years now. He has given me advice and has been a good friend.”
“What kind of advice?” I was so curious about Malfeitor.
“Many things, Mistress. Including things about you. He knows so much about you. I’m always telling him what we do, our little adventures.”
“He seems to be very kind. He is mortal?”
“Yes. I was thinking of embracing him, and the sooner the better. Because he had been talking to me, he learned several things involving our world. I told him a long time ago about your friend, Vampy. I lied when I told you that I didn’t really know her that well. We were once good friends many years ago. She became very jealous and angry with me because of the way I lived my life. When I told Malfeitor what had happened between Vampy and you, he became worried and set out to find her. I imagine he did this because he was trying to protect my relationship with you and just wanted to be a good friend. Apparently he had talked to her and tried to make sure that she was not going to hurt you. With his words, she became very angry and tried to kill him that very same night. This is why he is here. It is now my turn to be a friend to him.”
“You think he be should embraced. Why now, after all of these years?” I asked.
“Embracing him would give him the power that he needs over Vampy. It will also keep him here with me and with you, if you want him here. He would make a wonderful vampyre.”
“I see, but we have so many times talked about embracing and no longer doing it. Does he want to be embraced?”
“I am not sure he wants to be immortal. I am only trying to protect him. I know that we agreed not to embrace but I think that this should be an exception.” Phil stated.
“You must first make sure that he is willing.”
“I will, Mistress. Now get some rest. I will return with warm blood in a few hours. Sleep well.”
And with that, Phil disappeared from my room. But his words did not leave my mind. Embracing Malfeitor could be the wrong thing to do, but I had a yearning inside of my very soul for this man. A man that I only just met moments ago was now an obsession. My lover, Vampy, has seemed to have turned her beautiful back on me, and once again, I am left without love. I would not let her harm him. As these thoughts twisted within my head, I found sleep once more.
Part 2
It was now the 4th day after my accident. Phil had been in and out of my bedroom to feed me and to chat for only short periods of time. I hadn’t seen Malfeitor either. I was worried.
I felt almost up to full strength, and pulled myself out of bed. My legs shook some when I walked over to the bathroom; I realized I still needed much more rest. But, being as stubborn as usual I turned on the hot water anyway. Undressing was a difficult; my muscles still sore. I lowered myself into the scalding water and felt my body relax. I put my head back and laid in the water, letting my skin soak and burn away all of the dead layers that had appeared from the lack of blood. Regenerating is a very intense and difficult thing to go through. It can be extremely painful. As I let my body burn, thoughts of Malfeitor once again began to float through my mind. I let myself fade in and out of reality. Closing my eyes and seeing his face etched on the inside of my eyelids; like angelic bliss.
That was the last time I opened my eyes until I heard someone calling my name. The voice was calling me out of a dream. A dream that held such violence and distress that it seemed there was no escape.
A hand touched me gently at first, and then pulled harder, and harder. The harder it pulled, the more reality returned until I saw his gorgeous face once again looking right at me with intrigue and curiosity.
“Mistress, are you ok?” I sighed.
“Dearest Malfeitor. I am fine, nightmares I suppose. I was worried about you. Phil told me what you have gotten yourself into with Vampy. I do appreciate the reasons for you doing what you did to get her upset. Although, you have put yourself in great danger. I worry."
“I am okay, Mistress. Let me start with the most important subject first and then we can talk about Vampy. I have been gone for a few days. I decided to find out what in the hell happened to you the other night. I’ve come up with some interesting things.”
“What are they?”
Malfeitor sat down on the side of the bathtub. I realized his uncomfortable demeanor.
I stood up and looked at him curiously. His face turned a bright crimson. I then realized that I stood completely naked in front of him. I too then began to blush a little. But I remained there for a few more moments. I wanted him to look at me, to look at my body. I wanted him and I knew that now. I wanted him to be my Master and me to be his Mistress. I savored the seconds when his eyes traced the curves of my body. Then as if nothing had happened I pulled a red velvet robe around me and he put his head down.
“Do not bow your head to me, Malfeitor. There is no reason to be ashamed of looking at me. I wanted you to.”
He didn’t respond, but just stood where he was. He did however, raise his eyes to mine and I could’ve sworn that I had seen a bit of a gleam in them.
“Now, tell me what it is that you have found out?”
“Yes, of course. It wasn’t dead blood that you had tasted, but the blood of a soulless man. I’ve learned that Doc is not vampyre, nor mortal, but he is definitely not dead.”
“What does this mean?”
“It means that he is mortal, but has no soul. His blood had no life within it because he has no real mortal emotion. He does not feel love, happiness, or sadness. His blood has no warmth within it.”
“I had no idea that someone like that existed.”
“It’s not often that you will run into one of the soulless. The only way that I had figured this all out is because of the many studies I have done over the years. Many of these studies were done in order to help fellow vampires like Phil. I didn’t even think of such a thing until I followed him several different times over the past few days and watched what he did and how he reacted.”
“His blood made me sick?”
“Very. You could’ve died. A vampyre usually does not survive such a thing. This is even worse than drinking blood from the dead.”
“I can’t believe this, Malfeitor. What can we do to rid ourselves of him?
"I'm still trying to figure that out, Mistress."
"Well, I thank you so much for all of your help. There is something that I must ask you.”
“Please, ask what you wish.”
“Phil has explained to me what is happening to you. Vampy, my lover is now hunting you down. As of now, she is no longer my lover. Her jealousy controls her. I will not have it be this way. Phil suggests that you be embraced. Do you want this dark gift?”
“I did what I thought was in the best interest for my friend. Yes, you are correct when you say she is hunting me. She wants to kill me because she somehow thought that I was trying to come between you and her. I am in danger of being her next meal. I have been considering the options that I have and I do realize that being embraced would solve this problem.”
“Then do you wish it so?”
“After thinking about all of the years that have gone by that I have been a friend to the kindred, and all of the time that I’ve spent helping them, I have decided that I would now like to become one of them. But I have certain wishes that must be fulfilled if I decide to be embraced.”
“It seems that you are a very brave man. Please tell me what wishes you have?” I asked.
“After I am embraced, I will have no where to go. My home will mean nothing to me and there is no one there for me anyway. This means that I will need a place to go and to learn.”
“As far as I am concerned, you may live here. After giving me your own blood because I was sick, I could never repay you.”
“There is one other thing, Mistress. I want you to be my maker.”
I gasped.
“Have I offended you, Mistress?”
“Absolutely not. You just stunned me. I wasn’t expecting you to ask of such a thing. Phil wanted to embrace you and mentioned nothing of me being involved.”
“I will tell Phil that I want you to embrace me. I am sure that he will be alright with it.”
“If this is what you want, and Phil is okay, I will do it.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Yes, leave now. I must get dressed. I need a real dinner tonight. I can't handle of more of this shitty soulless blood!”
We both giggled.
I watched as he turned to leave, his hair whispered behind him and sparkled like gold. He glanced back quickly, catching my eye, before he walked out the door.
All of the sudden, I felt as if I were a childe and didn’t know how to react to a boy’s attention. I was worrying about what to wear and how to act. How could a stranger do this to me? I was the Mistress of this house after all. He should be the one worrying about these petty things.
Plus, the thought of me drinking soulless blood made me sick and embarrassed to no avail. How could I have been so stupid? I felt as if my own blood was tainted. I had to have a fresh doll.
Downstairs, I found Malfeitor and Phil resting in the living room watching television. Phil was sprawled out of the floor with a glass of wine and Malfeitor lay on the couch, his hair draping over the armrest.
Both sat up quickly when they saw me, surprised by my appearance, I supposed.
“Are you sure you should be up, Mistress?” Phil asked.
“Sure. I’m fine. I am actually getting ready to go out and feed.”
“If you must be so stubborn…. I will go to make sure you don’t run into any problems again.”
“Actually, I thought Malfeitor would like to join me.”
“Why would he want to come out hunting for blood with you? It is not like he is going to drink it.”
“Yes, I will be happy to go with you.” Malfeitor stood up and walked to my side.
“Good, it’s settled then.” I winked at Phil and we left him with a look of confusion of his pretty face.
Part 3
Malfeitor and I walked the streets talking and searching for a meal. He was new at this and I could tell he was also nervous.
“If you want to be embraced, you will have to do this at least once a night. You might as well start learning now. Unless you have changed your mind?”
“No, Mistress, I haven’t.”
“Very well then. Let’s do this. I will let you decide what doll we want. You choose her and then we’ll go from there.”
He nodded.
“Have you spoken to Phil about being embraced?” I asked.
“Yes, I have. I told him that I wanted you to be my maker. He was confused, asked me why I wanted you to do it when I don't even know you.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That I wanted to go throughout my vampyre life knowing that you had made me. A Vampyre with brilliance and beauty, with respect and love.”
“Thank you, Malfeitor, but such compliments are not needed.” That was all I could say. I was surprised to hear such from him. I had no idea he respected me so. “Come let’s find us a doll.”
We continued on from there. Walking past bars and restaurants, parks and churches. We walked in silence. If he wasn’t looking at me, I was stealing glances of him. Thinking about the times we would have together created tiny bursts of energy within my soul. I was looking forward to it.
Almost a half hour had gone by when he simply looked up at me and then over to a girl that was walking down the opposite side of the street. I knew by his look that he had made his decision.
“She is perfect for you, Mistress.”
Indeed, he was correct. This doll was one of the dancers at the bar. She had pale skin, a beautiful figure, and warm blood. Malfeitor had chosen wisely. It was almost like he had known me for years instead of days. It isn’t easy to find a girl that I like and even harder to find one that I will feed from.
We walked up to her slowly, making sure that we didn’t scare her. When we were just a few steps behind her….
Malfeitor grabbed her around the neck and placed his hand over her mouth. She became violent and struggled, but could not free herself from his strong arms. Tiny moans escaped her lips, but that was all. Her dark hair flew around violently whipping into his face. He made no moves that would imply he was upset or ‘wasn’t having fun.’
“Wonderful, follow me.” I told him.
I walked up a few blocks to an old cemetery. The wind whistled through the trees and I could smell a storm coming. The doll walked in front of Malfeitor, his hand still over her mouth. He simply told her not to struggle for she would surely die. I could hear both of their feet pounding the sidewalk behind me.
In the cemetery, we could hide. There would be no witness to this feeding for sure. This cemetery was an old one, gravestones discolored, weeds instead of grass. No one cared for this place anymore.
I found a deeply shadowed area within and stopped. I turned and Malfeitor and the doll were only a few steps behind me. Even though it was evening, the darkly shadowed area made me more at ease. A scream could be made, but it would take more time to find her if someone should come to play the hero.
“Ah yes, what a beautiful girl you are.” I traced her face with my fingernails and wrapped a tendril of her dark hair around my hand. She shivered. Her weight was up against Malfeitor, but he did not falter. I saw some scratches on his arms from her struggling. She tried to claw at him like a cat. Small drops of his blood lay of the surface of his pale skin, tempting me. I had to make myself come back to the girl instead of losing myself within the thick cells of Malfeitor's blood.
I had no time to play the usual games. The games I so love. Taunting and teasing weren’t necessary; I was starving. Malfeitor kept his hand on her mouth but moved enough so that I could reach her neck. He held her up for me and I devoured her. It was amazingly erotic, knowing that he was holding her up for me, that he was watching as I took her very life. It seemed like I was drinking for hours when finally I felt fullfilled. It had been 4 days since I had really fed and it was glorious. Every vein in my body now reenergized.
I looked up, her blood on my lips, running down my chin, and saw glazed over eyes, Malfeitor’s eyes, filled with lust and something sick that I couldn’t understand at first. I thought a moment and then realized.
The girl was almost dead. She shivered and tried moaning, but was too weak to make much of sound. Her knees were buckling, but he still held her up.
“Kill her.” I whispered.
For what hid in Malfeitor’s eyes, I realized, was murder. I could see the urge, the hunger he held within as if I were looking in a mirror. I wanted him to fulfill himself.
Malfeitor saw a coffin a few feet away and lead her toward it while she kicked and screamed. He managed to eventually lowered the doll down onto it. I imagined the coldness of the stone against her skin. He had to hold her down for a while, but it didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't going anywhere. Tearing open her shirt, his eyes widened as the doll's pale tits became exposed. Her neck and skin glowed within the moonlight. His fingers graced her lips and then the open wound I created on her flawless neck. He put his fingers into his mouth, rolled them around on his tongue, licking her blood off. He reveled in it.
I stared in wonder. I fell in love with him at that very moment.
The hands that he would make love to me with that night were now around the girl’s neck, choking her. She had nothing to grip but the cold cement of the coffin. She was having a hard time fighting back. Malfeitor found life in her after all. The doll I thought was on her deathbed suddenly came to life. I had never seen a girl struggle so much. Side to side, grabbing and pulling at his hair, her tits swayed back and forth, making a snapping sounds as flesh hit flesh. She even scratched his face, her nails digging into the soft white of his cheeks. He did not make a sound until her last breath disappeared into the night’s fog. Then all I heard was a satisfying sigh.
He stayed there for a few moments, staring down at his first kill and then walked over to me. He said nothing, only pressed his lips to mine. I shared the dead girl’s deep red blood with him. I could taste murder. He kissed me like no other. These emotions that I felt with him, or even when I knew that he was only in the house yet in a different room, amazed me. I had no explanations as to why. Our kiss lasted only a few seconds, and when he pulled away, I felt empty.
I said nothing to him. We walked home in silence. I had no idea what he was thinking. I was thinking what a time it was going to be to embrace this Malfeitor.
Part 4
Malfeitor held the door open and I walked into my home. Every room blackened with nightfall. I took off my shoes and rested up against the parlor wall for a few moments, watching Malfeitor check the house for unwelcome guests. It wasn’t necessary, and he knew it. He was just trying to be a protector of sorts I figured.
I sighed. “What are you thinking? What is going through that beautiful mind of yours?”
He stared at me for a moment and then realeased a river of words that left me in disbelief.
“I feel so high. I have wanted so long to feel the power of death, of killing. It’s intrigued me for so many years. The many times that I have listened to Phil’s tales of lust and blood have so tempted me to experience it myself. He’s told me how graceful you are and how his blood burns deep within his belly when he watches you kill. As I watched you tonight, how you took that doll, how you tasted her, I felt like I could have taken you at that very moment. Your skin had a glow like no other mortal. Your eyes glimmered in the moonlight like a crazed cat. I was breathless.”
He took a breath and thought a moment.
“You knew me. You knew that I wanted her, wanted to kill her. When I heard the words exit your lips, when you gave me permission, I just knew that it was what I was meant to do. My hands around her precious neck bathed me in a pure energy that I’ve never felt before. I wanted her dead and I didn’t care. When her last breath escaped and her eyes then rolled into the back of her head, I was completely at peace with myself. I then saw how gorgeous you looked. Maybe for the first time, and it wasn’t the outside beauty that I normally see, but the animalistic hunger that you hold so close. I kissed you. I wanted to taste the doll’s life as it tasted to you. A wave of emotion and thought consumed me and I pulled away.”
“Please, embrace me tonight, Mistress?”
I just stood and stared at him. Sweet sweat covered his face, his eyes were teary, and I wanted him. I wanted the sweat, the tears, and the blood.
I said nothing. I walked away. I had to catch myself before I decided to rape him. I giggled a little as I walked, thinking of his hot skin piercing my cold. I knew I was ready for this.
Phil was obviously not in the house. I was worried that he would’ve been. I thought I’d feel awkward embracing Malfeitor with him here. I grabbed a book of matches from the counter top in the kitchen and went back in to the parlor.
I took Malfeitor’s hand in mine. “Follow me.”
In my bedroom, I began lighting candles. Malfeitor poured some wine. It took me several minutes to light them; he sipped sweet alcohol and watched me.
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?” I asked him tenderly.
“Yes, Mistress. I want to be a Vampyre.”
"I keep asking this only because you may regret this dark gift. I can't promise you that you wish it never happened 300 years from now."
I took the wine glass from his hand and drank the rest of it. He smiled.
“Stand up, My Malfeitor.”
He gracefully stood up in front of me. We were so close that I could smell his excitement. I put my hand through his hair, its golden color perplexed me and its softness encased my fingers, tickling.
His hazel eyes looked deep into me. I could not hide anything from him and I knew I never could.
I traced the outline of his beautiful face with my fingertips and curiously felt his amazingly soft skin as it touched mine. I wanted him to feel how good he felt to me when I touched him.
I unbuttoned the first few onyx buttons on his velvet shirt. My fingers graced the freshly exposed skin of his chest and he shivered. I smiled gently at him. I continued to unbutton; my eyes watching as every inch of his skin appeared.
The flames of the candles danced as if they were part of some huge celebration. The fire gave our skin a glowing orange color. I was reveling in this just as he reveled in his murder only moments ago. Never had I felt this way when embracing anyone.
I pushed the velvet from his shoulders and it fell to the floor behind him. I looked into his eyes and then kissed the side of his face. In the candlelight I could see tiny droplets of my saliva on his skin. I tasted his neck and his chest. His skin invited me to lick and kiss. I covered him in soft wet kisses.
I let my tongue travel around his belly, and reached my arms around, scratching his back. Goosebumps appeared on the surfaces of his arms and chest. He shivered again.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants slowly.
“Sit, My Malfeitor.”
He did.
I pulled his pants down to his ankles. In all my haste I forgot he had his shoes on and giggled a little. I untied and took off his shoes quickly and then got his pants off completely.
I stood up and undressed in front of him.
I stared at him while I did it. I wanted to see his reaction. I remembered when he saw me in the bath and was embarrassed. I was curious as to what he would do now.
“You aren’t embarrassed or nervous are you?”
“Uh, overwhelmed, Mistress.”
“Why thank you.”
“It is time now. Are you ready?”
“More than I’ve ever been. Please, make me yours.”
“Lay back and relax.’
I lay down beside him on my back and rested for a moment, listening to his soft breathing. I couldn’t turn back now.
I straddled him violently; his soft golden hairs prickled my thighs. I leaned over and brought my lips to his. It was a gentle kiss.
“That was your kiss good bye. A farewell if you must to your mortal self. You as well should say good bye.”
He looked around the room blindly, not really looking at anything. I saw a hint of fright but also a curiosity and excitement that let me know that he was now ready to give everything up to become undead.
Part 5
I kissed him again only deeper this time. I was fierce, eager, and now quite uncontrollable. My tongue found the back of his throat. I pulled his hair back violently and did not listen when he moaned in pain. I didn’t care. If he was ready to become a vampyre then he was ready for anything.
I pulled away from the kiss and let my tongue travel to his neck. I tasted the skin there, bittersweet sweat. I bit in. I felt his whole body stiffen underneath me as I drank down the sweet wine of his mortal birth and death. His blood could’ve been wine, it was the sweetness most delectable treat I’ve ever had the privilege of drinking.
“Soon, you will be dieing.” That is the last thing I said to Malfeitor in his mortal existence.
I drank until I felt his body slightly relax and his heart slow. I sat up again, still straddling him. I reached over and got a knife off of the nightstand. It was my favorite. Silver with sparkling rubies in the handle, and a blade sharper than any other I owned. Instead of the usual cutting of the wrist, I decided that since it was such a special moment for me that I would do something different.
I dragged the blade over my right breast and blood oozed from the cut. It trickled down my belly, warm and thick like candy. I leaned over Malfeitor’s mouth, he was almost dead and I had to do this quickly. My blood dripped onto his lips and I opened them with my fingers so that he could swallow. He was extremely weak. After swallowing several warm drops he managed to prop himself up and pressed his lips to my breasts. The sensation of his tongue exploring the open wound was divine. I could tell he was reviving more and more each taste. When his arms reached around me and held me close to his open mouth so that he could get more blood, I knew that he was going to be all right. I became dizzy soon after and almost passed out. I pulled away from his as hard as I could.
“Be still now. The dark gift is upon you.” I whispered weakly.
I listened quietly to his soft moans and whelps. He struggled underneath me and his arms flew about wildly. His eyes changed to a florescent green. His skin turned an even paler shade of white. His body became strong again. He sat up and looked at me curiously.
“Welcome to your new world.” I smiled at him.
Soulless searching for so many years, and finally a reason to exist. My body, feeling Malfeitor's blood mix with my own, gave me a warm completeness. It devored me in in a haze of passion and love. I never though it possible. So incredibly amazing it is that this now newly-born vampyre lying underneath my weight is truely the definition of 'bloody love.'
We slept for hours. I don't really know how long. I woke first, looking over at Malfeitor, his glowing vampyre skin, the coolness of death now part of him. I want to wake him, but before I could he slowing peeled open his eyes and gazed up at me with a look of confusion on face. It was only for a moment and then the look dissapeared, followed by an animalistic pounce....
Wild, hungry, enflamed.
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