Fangs II

I can’t do this. So many humans would give one of their limbs for immortality, but they don’t realize how boring it really is. Three-hundred years of bloodlust...of chasing pleasure after pleasure. Sex, blood, sex, blood. All of it leaving me...empty. I’m just… tired of it all. I need something new. Something fresh.

“There’s the birthday girl! What are you doing hiding all alone back here? We’ve got a celebration to attend. ”

“I'm not in the mood.”

“Not in the mood? Not in the mood? It’s your three-hundredth birthday, babe! We’ve got vintage blood imported from Japan just for you! ”

I give him a look as he sits down in front of my desk and places his boots on the surface.

“Think I’d rather skip this birthday. And probably the one after that…and the one after that. ”

“Oh, don’t tell me. You’ve got a case of the immortality blues, don’t you? ”

“The what?”

“Immortality melancholia. It happens to the best of us.”

Perhaps he’s is right. Being a vampire has allowed me to live countless lives. I’ve lived through revolutions, seen empires rise and fall. I’ve read every piece of great literature, seen every masterpiece in all the world’s museums. I’ve heard the world’s greatest musicians perform live, from Bach to Beyoncé. What more could this world have to offer me?

“Okay. Forget the big celebration. I’ve got something… special for you. Wait here. ”

I get up and pour myself a drink from the crystal decanter on the bookshelf. Opening Fangs has been somewhat entertaining these last few months. It’s enjoyable to watch humans flock here without a clue as to who’s actually running the place. They think it’s wine we carry around in our glasses. Ah, well. Maybe I just need a vacation. A couple of years in Iceland might be nice. I have been meaning to visit my sire in Egypt...

“Here! I’d like you to meet my new friend.”

I glance up from my glass to find myself face to face with you. I’ve seen you here at Fangs before. In fact, I think I see you here almost every night. You’re a regular, that much is certain. I can tell by the many faded bite-marks that dot your neck. And, based on your scent, my friend here has been the one tasting you.

“You brought me leftovers? How kind. I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. ”

“Oh, no, no, no, no. This one…oh, this one is special. Her blood is...intoxicating. It’s some of the best I’ve ever tasted. No clue why.”

I look you up and down and take a couple of steps closer. You drag your white teeth across your bottom lip and tip your head to the side, as if to give me a better view of your supple neck.

“I would be honored...I’ve heard you’re quite important around here. ”

“Well of course...this is one of the founders of Fangs. And she is celebrating her 300th birthday today. I think it would be quite the treat for both of you to spend some time together. ”

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, he’s already glided out of the room and left me here with you, a wide-eyed human. Spendid. I told him I wasn’t in the mood. I mean...you are gorgeous, that’s undeniable. And I suppose it has been a long time since I’ve had high-quality blood...

“Sit down, if you’d like.”

You lower yourself down on the velvet sofa in my office. I take a moment to drink in the sight of you. Your tight black dress. Those heels. I see a few more bite marks across your thighs. I wonder what you must think of me. Boyish, lanky, pale. I always got away with posing as a man for much of the 18th century and caught a taste for men’s wear I haven’t yet been able to shake off. I’m not really what humans tend to imagine when they think of vampires.

“Most humans are frightened when they meet people like us. Why aren’t you?””

“Frightened? I guess I was the first time I was here...but now…now this place is like a second home to me. I’m…I’m addicted. ”

“Addicted? To what? Being drained?”

“I...yes. I love it. I’ve never felt anything like it before. ”

“That’s why you’re here every night, then.”

“He...he treats me really well. He never takes more than he needs. He’s very careful with me. ”

“I’ll bet he does.”

You’re becoming more and more interesting by the moment. I had fully intended on moping about by myself this evening...but now I’m not so sure. Finally, I sit down beside you.

I reach out and wrap a strand of your hair around my finger.

“And how do you feel…knowing he’s lent you to me for the night?”

Suddenly, you lean in and place your lips against mine.

“That’s how I feel.”

Damn. You really are an extraordinary human. I wonder if my cold touch is shocking to you. You’re probably accustomed to it after all the time you’ve spent here. You angle your body towards me and moan into my mouth. I can feel your desire emanating off of you. Not to mention...I can smell it.

“It’s rare that humans are so eager for a vampire’s attention. You really are addicted, aren’t you?””

“Yes. I am. Please…please bite me.”

“Patience, patience. ”

I grab your hips and slide you up onto my lap so that you’re straddling me. You connect your hands behind my neck and jam our mouths together once more. I love being feared, but there’s also something quite nice about being wanted. My hands find your ass beneath your dress and I hook my thumbs beneath the edge of your panties. You buck your hips against me, begging to be touched.

“It gets you so hot, doesn’t it? Getting passed around here, letting any vampire you please sink their teeth into your flesh? You like that, don’t you? ”

“Oh, god, yes.”

I slide the thin straps of your dress down your arms and the whole thing falls down your torso into my lap. My mouth is drawn immediately to your dark nipples while my hands curl into the flesh of your back. Your fingers connect around the back of my neck and you ride my lap like the desperate little human you are. Mmm, you are so…much…fun. I suck on your nipple until it hardens in my mouth. My canines extend involuntarily, as they often do when I’m turned on. Or hungry. Or angry.

You tip your head back and expose that lovely neck to me. I wrap my hand around your throat. Not hard, just enough to feel your pulse, hard and quick beneath my fingers. With my free hand, I rub the thin fabric of your lace panties.

You’re already so wet. I slip two fingers beneath the cloth and slide them slowly up your labia. Right up to your clit…

“I’m known for playing with my food for quite some time before eating…”

I finger you so slowly, just watching you squirm. Your face screws up and you squeeze your eyes shut. You’re going to need more stamina to play with me.

I press down on your clit and rub with my long, cold fingers. Your pussy is growing wet very, very quickly. I trail my fingers down to your entrance and tease you with the faintest of pumps. Barely in…barely out...

I push my fingers further in, one knuckle deep. That’s it. Your pussy is pulling me in, clenching around me so needily. Humans are so…easy. I push forward again, two knuckles keep now, and reach around for your g-spot. Ahh, there it is. I start a slow, rhythmic stroke of that spot and draw your lips back down to mine. Your mouth feels so hot against mine as you pant for breath. So fascinating, the way humans need to breathe. I don’t remember what that’s like. I fuck you faster, pulling in and out, in and out, before adding a third finger inside you.

“Oh, fuck, please...”

“Please? Please, what? Please fuck you harder? Faster? Please bite you?””

“Yes, all of it...please, all of it!”

I flip you down onto your stomach on the couch. You seem disoriented for a moment. I must have moved too fast for you. Poor human. On your knees, I lean over and resume fucking you, this time from behind. I haul you up so that your back is pressed against my front. I hold you close to me while my hand wraps around your jaw. My hand pumps in and out of your tight hole. Fuck, I love the sounds you’re making...the desperation in your voice...you are totally and completely mine. I lower my mouth down onto your neck and slip my teeth into your warm, supple skin.

Oh, god. You’re…your blood is…fuck, it’s like…nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It’s… it’s fucking exquisite. Coursing through me…euphoria. It’s fucking euphoria. I reach my hand around your front and play with your clit. You buck and squirm and writhe harder than ever, but I easily hold you still.

“I’m…I’m going to cum! Drink more, please! ”

I bite down into your neck once more. My mouth fills up with that rapturous warm rush of your blood

“Don’t stop! Fuck...yes!”

I press my face into your back as you cum. My senses are reeling. I feel like I did when I had just been sired. My bloodlust is unquenchable. You turn yourself over on the couch with me still hovering over you. Slowly, I climb off and try to steady myself. My legs are trembling. This never happens.

“I see why you’re his favorite.”

“He says there’s something special about my blood…”

“Very special indeed.”

I make my way to my desk and start to clean myself up. I’ve made a bloody awful mess, as I usually do. I’ve never understood how the others keep so neat and tidy when they’re with humans. I realize quite suddenly that I feel… great. Fantastic, even. I feel rejuvenated. My body is humming with life, buzzing like I’ve just been struck by lightning. How did you do that? I suppose it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I feel like myself again.

“You say you come here every night?”

“I can’t stay away. I’m actually kind of in trouble with my editor…I haven’t written anything new in weeks. I’ve been here every second I can manage. ”

“Glad to hear it. What do you say we make this a recurring arrangement then...you and I? Whenever you’re not with him...come see me? ”

I make my way to my office door and open it.

“ I would love that.”