Mistress Blood Thorn's
Vampyre Erotic
"~A Vampyre's Rebirth~"
Sleep would not set in. No matter how hard I tried, the dreams didn't seem to want me tonight. My eyes burnt with the tiredness of a long and stressful day. I wanted to cry, letting out all of the pain within me, like a lover's soft caress after making love. But it wouldn't make any sense to waste my energy. No matter how much I would grieve and wallow in my own pain, I knew that I was alone in all of this. Alone in the piercing darkness to which I have come so accustom to. Every night I pray that the sun burns me, but every time it does I run from it, the same way that I run from my past.
One long lost night years ago, I became the creature, which I now am. It seemed like a scene out of an old horror movie, but I now realize that I should have never purchased the ticket. I should've known that the movie was going to have such a horrid ending. But I was alone then, and promised that if I chose the gift of immortality, I would lose all sense of loneliness and fear.
Those two little words were my most hated and wretched feelings within me. I never knew what it was like to not be alone, to not be afraid. I had lost my mother, my lover, and my friends. I had lost my sense of well-being, and my health. I needed a friend, someone to talk to, and here, this stranger was promising me the things that I had wished for. And so I had ended up trusting a beast. He embraced me within his darkness, and now I am just a shadow of what I once was. I so badly wished for a lover, a man, a friend. I wanted to hold someone in my coffin, and kiss him good night.
But that someone never came. I drifted off to sleep to battle with the ongoing nightmares that seem to corner themselves within my very soul.
The next evening….
I was searching the streets for a good meal. It was an autumn night, chilly; the smell of decaying leaves was in the air. No matter where I had looked tonight, I had found no one that had been appealing to me. I continued to walk, listening to my own thoughts, when my vampyre ears heard the soft sounds of a man and a girl. I walked towards the voices, hoping this would be my prey.
I saw him standing gloomily next to a child that seemed to be trying to impersonate a woman. I couldn't tell if she was a whore or his girlfriend. She didn't look to be older than that of fifteen. I almost laughed out loud at the girl. She was trying to hard to be mature, her face was heavily caked in makeup and her skirt barely cover her. She had high heels on and I could tell that it took a lot of her concentration to balance herself on them. She stood next to him and held his arm is hers like she was his wife. She was talking and I figured that she didn't have much of anything important to say. They young man's face was dark and tired, as well as annoyed. I could see that the girl was frustrating him. I had no idea what he would have wanted with such a girl. I couldn't help but stare at him, for his eyes held so much pain behind them. They were a deep gentle hazel. His features were hypnotizing me. I couldn't help but yearn for this man. It had been so long since I had a companion, someone to love. I could not control myself, and I began to grow warm and hungry. I believe about a half an hour had gone by and the man said something to the girl and began to walk away. She was in tears now. I had imagined he told her that he couldn't be with her for some reason or another.
After he was out of sight, I approached the girl from behind and grabbed her arm. She gave out a little squeal and then shut up when I put my delicate hand over her mouth tightly.
"What were you doing with that man? Don't you think that you are a little young for him?" I asked. I moved my hand from her mouth so that she could answer me.
"No. I am a woman. I wanted to be with him. But he pushed me away. He doesn't want me, nor anyone else for that matter."
"Why? Tell me what it is that is bothering him?" "He lost his family to a fire. He is almost as young as I am. He is 19. I am 16. I've had a crush on him for a year, but he looks right past me no matter what it is that I do."
"Tell me where he lives." I ordered.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Tell me where he lives and I'll leave you go."
"Alright, fine. He lives in an old run down building a few blocks from here. Uhh, 13 Raven Lane. There's a small apartment on the third floor. That's where he lives."
I pulled her head back so that it rested on my breast and bit into her tiny angelic neck. She was just like a little rag doll, so innocent, yet so sinful. I didn't want to kill her. I only drank enough from her to calm my nerves. I let her drop and then leaned her up against a brick wall.
I left her there in the night, but I left with the thoughts of this wondrous man in my mind.
I decided that as soon as the sun has set the next evening, I would set out and begin my plan to overtake this wonderful creature.
Today, I dreamed of love, lust, and blood. I dreamt that a dark angle with the face of that beautiful man came into my coffin to rape me, and I had overpowered him, only to fall in love and sleep next to him every night there after.
I found the best gown that I owned. The dress was black velvet, long and soft, and it revealed my slender, shapely body and wonderfully opaque skin. My breasts swelled from under the dark fabric, and my breath grew heavier. I felt like I was going to explode in raging madness if I did not taste this man. I didn't have much else do as far as dressing myself up. I never wore makeup except for the dark red color staining my lips from last night's blood. My white skin was flawless. My hair was long and red; its length reached the small of my back. I left it hang loosely around my face. I never wear shoes either; I prefer to feel everything that comes underneath of my feet.
If my heart were still beating, it would have burst from my chest. I was ready now.
Finally, the time had come for me to start my journey. I had to use all the energy caused by the lust between my legs and the pain of wanting love in order to pull through this. I walked out of the forbidden doors of my house and had no desire to look back and feel pity for myself like I tend to do every other night.
I began to walk, and took a back road that I imagined would get me there quickly. My bare feet scraped against gravel and bled. I could feel the pain, but the yearning for him was stronger than any pain I had ever felt before.
As I walked, I looked at all the houses and building that I passed. Most of them were darkened; most mortals were either sleeping or out at some run down bar getting drunk or high. I continued to walk the mile distance to meet my beloved. It seemed like it would take forever.
I finally arrived at the corner where I had seen him standing the previous night. To my surprise he was there again. He was leaning up against a wall smoking and gazing off into the distance. I could hear classic rock blaring from a bar down the road. I grew even hotter, juices from within me began to flow outward and I could feel it beading in tiny drops along my upper thighs. I knew that I was hungry for his blood, but it was a different feeling, the feeling that maybe I was falling in love. He was wearing an old leather biker jacket and black jeans. As I got closer I could see tears streaming down his face, his cheeks were stained, and his eyes were red. His long dark hair was matted in salty tears and his lips were moist with sorrow. I remembered how I had once longed to cry like that. The pain of it all had come rushing back to me, but it wasn't that familiar pain that I had felt on all of those sleepless nights, but it was his.
Before I had time to approach him, he began to walk away. I stood there frozen, afraid that I wouldn't be able to what I wanted, what I had needed for so long. I tried to calm myself in the best way that I could, pulling out a cigarette and then lighting it once my shaky finger found my lips. After doing what had seemed like such a difficult task, I began to slowly follow him. I made sure that I was silent, undetectable. All you could hear were the sounds of the wind whirling and the trees rustling in the autumn evening air.
He continued to walk, not noticing the hungry vampyre following behind him. I felt like one of the stoned and drunk now. It had seemed like an eternity before he finally stopped and entered an old run down building. He stumbled up the stairs, cursing when he missed one. It was hard concentrating on no letting the old wooden steps creak underneath me. The building was falling apart; the walls had holes in them created by mice and time's treacherous hands. There was a small of old rotting wood. Finally, he had entered a door at the top of the stairs, and I slid in behind him silently.
His room was also in ruins, but not as bad as I had thought it would've been. He had exquisite old paintings hung on a few of the walls, and an old century carpet that he used to try to cover up some of the decaying wood.
He lazily took off his coat and it carelessly fell to the floor. He flopped his strong body onto the bed, just like the coat. I could see that he was extremely tired and sore from the pain that his tears had arrived from. He closed his eyes and began to breath softly, already asleep.
I tiptoed around the small room in search of some detail about this man. Mainly, I just wanted to know his name. I saw a few envelopes lying on a desk and read his name off of them. His name is Danny.
I said his name over and over again in my thoughts.
I burned alive for this man.
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed gently so that I wouldn't wake him. I could hear his soft scratchy breathing, the remnants of cigarettes and crying. I noticed that his tears remained on his sweet face; he didn't even bother to wipe them away. I longed to taste them.
Now I was ready to taste him. I moved over him quietly until my shadow met his, and in a moment of blood lust, I sunk my sharp fangs into his innocent neck with suck ecstasy that I thought I would pass out. No other mortal had driven me to the edge of sanity the way this man has. At this very moment I had cursed the day I had been born into darkness. His boiling blood steamed over my tongue, and I devoured it in passion. His blood gave me a jolting high, the most sacred of all drugs. As I drank, I caressed his long enchanting hair; it was so soothing in between my tired fingers. I was melting inside, how badly I needed so much more from him than just his blood. I reluctantly drew myself away from his angelic flesh and looked into his face once again. His eyes were unsettled and I could see that his body was very tense. I longed to relax him and to erase all anguish within his very soul. I should have found him so long ago.
I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, then the warm blood from my lips. I smiled as I gazed down upon him. I wanted to embrace and kiss him with all of the strength and spirit within me. I was worried, though, if I woke him fro his sleep, he would see his own blood on my staining my lips and he may frighten and run. For he could never find solace in the shadows of forever. My inner soul screamed for freedom as I stared helplessly at him. But I decided to overcome my fears of loneliness that night; I let down all of the barriers that I had built up over the last 3 centuries. I moved closer to his face, I then saw some one like me. Some one who needed what I needed.
~The blood of love~
I kissed him ever so gently on his tender lips. I felt a tiny wave of shivers drift and down my spine. He drearily awoke, weak from my hunger, and looked at me in bewilderment. Just when I thought that he was about to scream, he raised his lips to mine and returned my kiss even more passionately. I was shocked at first; incapable of understanding why he had not been afraid. But I didn't have the time to ponder over it. I bit at his lips and his tongue and then licked the salty tears from his cheeks. Droplets of our blood ran together within each other's mouths and trickled down our needy throats. The blood that we tasted and the heat that we felt between us and throughout our bodies was the only evidence that we really were alive. For a split second I could've sworn that my heart was really beating.
I rolled over on top of him and grabbed for his hair with one hand and combed it through my fingers and used the other hand to touch and caress his beautiful pink nipples. He tore my dress off with his teeth and let it fall to the floor next to his abandoned coat. I dragged his jeans off with one hard yank and exposed his glowing skin to my vampyre eyes. I scraped my nails across his broad chest and let blood bead there along with my saliva as I licked and sucked. I arched my back and tossed my head around violently as he bit and sucked on my nipples, making them harder than stone. His kisses devoured my body, we barely stopped to breathe. I became weary and gave up all power that I had used to protect myself from love.
I was reborn that night. No other woman, mortal or vampyre, could have felt so enflamed, so alive. From dusk till dawn we tormented each other with love, sex, and blood. We tore the room apart, throwing each other up against the walls, tearing at each other's skin, and just taking advantage of the moment.
I gave everything to him. Mind, body, and my soul. Thrust after thrust, I could feel him inside of me and wanted it harder and more violent each time. I screamed and moaned, sweat drowned our wild bodies as we rammed into and against each other in the night. My body was red with his bite. His fingertips were like tiny little lightning bolts that seemed to send crazy shocks of electricity up and down my spine. Every soft moan grew louder; every scream was a new discovery of fulfillment. My legs were tangled in his like veins supplying each of with the blood of life. For the first time in all of these years, I felt immortal. He shoved himself inside me with such a force that I thought I would break in two. He filled me with is mortality, and it was glorious. I felt as if a thunderstorm were created between the two of us. I was overcome with orgasm. Over and over again we came together in madness.
~Hours later, he sleeps~
I rose from our bed of secrets and wrapped Danny's elegant body in the soft satin sheets from his bed. He seemed to be helpless, so peaceful, almost like an innocent child. I gently caressed his face and hands as I held him in my arms. I knew that I wanted to be lonely no longer, and now I wouldn't have to be. I couldn't stand it if he died, I would burn forever. His love gave me sanctuary from all pain.
I picked him up slowly so that I would not wake him from his sleep and carried him away from everyone and everything that caused or could cause him pain.
"I will take you away." I whispered into his ear.
We became one. He became a Vampyre and a part of my soul for eternity.
I rushed him back to my home. We fled past the bars, darkened houses, and gave him freedom from his past. I closed the doors behind us and once again had no desire to look back. I was his protector, his lover, and his friend.
We then slept side by side in my coffin's red silk covering us in its warmth. Clinging to one another, I could hear the sound of my heart beat once more.
~My blood is his~
~His is mine~
~Love will run throughout our veins for eternity~
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