Another brick in the wall (part 1)

The ten thirty recess bell rings across the halls. The math teacher wraps his books, reminds the class of the exercises for tomorrow and wishes everyone an excellent day. He is unable to isolate a specific incident but he finds this class a bit more boisterous than before. He walks out towards the teachers’ lounge to get a coffee. His fingers linger on the multiple scabs on his neck.

Back in the class, most of the students have left. Summer walks to the large window to watch the children pour into the schoolyard. The Master vampire observes her little dominion. She regrets that underage children’s blood tastes so foul and that her feeding grounds are limited to the faculty and the seniors but at the same time she understands the logic behind this and the need for the cattle to reproduce in order to avoid food shortages.

“Summer? Why did you want me to stay behind?”

Summer looks back into the class. Miranda is one of her last classmates neither her nor any of her thralls has touched yet. Jim did a pass at her at some point over the weekend but he was offered a better alternative and did not go back to sweet Miranda.

“I am sorry to take some time off your recess period but I haven’t had any breakfast this morning and I thought of you.”

“Breakfast? What do you mean?”

“Miranda, you are a clever girl and you must have noticed something, haven’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, something that might have changed over the past week with some of your classmates, your teachers...?”

“I... well yes, there’s this neck rash infection thingy going around... there’s a few weird new couples and the tigers won the game for the very first time in a while but ... what does this have to do with me and what was that about breakfast?”

Summer smiles an impish smile. She prefers her victims to be fully aware. It gives more naivety and authenticity to the following reactions.

“You see,” she begins, “I am not exactly what you think I am...”

Miranda seems a bit puzzled.

“For instance, I am much older than I look. I have a secret diet that keeps me young and beautiful...”

The look on Miranda’s face reflects both incredulity and amusement.

“You mean like a vampire?”

Summer smiles widens as she walks to her prey.

“Exactly,” she says brushing the hair from the girl’s face.

“So what, you are going to suck my blood?” Miranda laughs.

“Let me tell you a secret...”

Summer bends over and quickly slides her fangs into the poor girl’s neck. The rich blood rushes into her mouth but the vampire just takes a sip, long enough to make her victim feel both the pain and the pleasure.

Miranda falls on her ass holding her neck. Blood pours through her fingers, on her tight top.

“The fuck?”

“Miranda, you figured it out all by yourself, you can’t act surprised now...”

“But it was a joke, I was making fun of you, I... Vampires don’t exist, this is impossible... you can’t be...”

“Can’t I? That’s weird cause I’ve been like this for three centuries...” She pauses to lick the blood on her lips and fangs. “Does these look fake to you? Is this delicious nectar a prop?”

From denial, Miranda moves to realization and starts screaming.

“There, there... calm down, you know perfectly well that the whole floor is empty and the noise in the schoolyard will cover any attempts you could make to call for help... and anyway... was it so bad?”

A sudden revelation, and Miranda realizes that the bite was actually extremely pleasant, pleasant enough to shake the very core of her self-preservation instincts, pleasant enough for her to want it to start again.

“I...”

Extending a hand, Summer asks:

“Do you mind if I have some more?”

“No... I don’t mind...” Miranda pauses thinking, “but I don’t want to die... are you going to kill me?”

“Kill you? Why the fuck would I do that?” Summer answers laughing, “I kill you, you come back as a thrall and I have all the thralls I need right now. No, from you I just want to drink your blood and maybe finger fuck you while I eat.”

“Finger fuck? You want to finger me? Down there?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Well... I did not expect that... I mean... I am not into girls you know... I ...”

“But the idea... do you like it... you are soaked wet right now, I know that for a fact, and I guess you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I guess not... I...”

“Don’t worry, little girl, just come sit on my lap...”

Miranda obeys. Summer’s face soon finds its path back into the girl’s neck, her hand trails up her leg, works its way under the skirt, past the drenched panties, inside the girl into the tight and creamy hole.

Miranda moans softly as the vampire feeds until she passes out of exhaustion.