Bryce

The words Breaking News appear on tv scream. A beautiful women news appears on news and begin to talk "This is just in there is supposedly a virus out that is infecting everyone is turning them into vampire this is no joke,there is virus turning the infecting into vampire it seem...w..eait who are you" She says as a pale naked woman approachedms her, and before the anchor woman can reacy shes on her biting her neck, feeding.

"Shit is this real" says bryce

seeing this on the channel 8 news. Bryce is 36 of age, a little chubby in the gut area, glasses, shoulder lenght dark hair with short beard. He then sees the naked woman bite her wrist and kiss the anchor woman deeply as she starts stripping her on air. Her body becomes more perfect as her skin pales. He then cuts the TV off. He then gets a text from Cortney McElroy.

(She's 36 as well, his ex from highschool but still friends, log dirtblonde hair down to her shoulders, aliittle pass)Bryce stares at his phone, the text from Cortney reading: "Did you see the news? Please tell me you're safe." His hands tremble as he types back, "Yeah I saw it. What the hell is going on? Are you okay?" He hits send and waits, his heart pounding. A moment later, his phone buzzes again. "I'm at my apartment. Locked the door. But I can hear... things outside. Screaming. Bryce, I'm scared." Bryce looks around his own living room, suddenly feeling vulnerable. The blinds are open. He rushes to close them, peering out through the slats. He lives in middle of nowhere pretty much. About 10 minutes from paittock, and 16 from Kingston we're Cortney lives. His phone buzzes once more. Cortney: "I don't want to be alone. Can you come get me?" Bryce hesitates. His car keys are on the counter. The car in the diveway .But going outside means risking exposure to whatever that virus is. He types back, "Stay put. Lock everything. I'm coming." He grabs his keys, a baseball bat from the closet, and takes a deep breath. Opening the door,and walks to the car, starting it.

The engine roars to life, and he quickly backs out of the driveway, his eyes scanning the darkness for any movement. The rural road ahead is eerily quiet, no cars, no people, just the occasional flicker of a porch light from a distant house. As he drives toward Kingston, he passes a gas station. The lights are on, but the doors are wide open. A single figure stumbles out, a man in a bloodstained shirt, his skin already taking on that pale, waxy sheen. Bryce's foot presses harder on the accelerator. His phone buzzes again. Cortney: "Please hurry. I think someone's trying to get in." Bryce's blood runs cold. He grips the steering wheel tighter, pushing the old sedan to its limits. The road twists and turns through the wooded area, and he takes the curves faster than he should, tires squealing. Finally, he sees the lights of Kingston up ahead. The streets arre quiet, very few cars out and bout, A few figures move in the shadows. Cortney's apartment building comes into view. It's a two-story building with a parking lot out front. He pulls in, kills the engine, and grabs the bat. The lot is mostly empty, but he sees a single figure near the entrance, a woman in a nightgown, standing perfectly still, facing away from him. He gets out of the car, the door creaking loudly. The woman doesn't move. Bryce approaches cautiously, bat raised. "Hey," he says, his voice shaky. "You okay?" The woman turns. Her eyes are solid black, blood dripping from her chin. She smiles, revealing elongated canines. "So warm," she hisses, and lunges. Bryce swings the bat, connecting with her skull. She crumples to the ground, but he doesn't wait to see if she gets up. He runs for the entrance, fumbling with his keys to Cortney's apartment. He'd kept them all these years, never knowing why. He bursts through the door and takes the stairs two at a time. Her apartment is on the second floor, number 204. He pounds on the door. "Cortney! It's me, Bryce!" A moment of silence, then the sound of locks clicking. The door opens a crack, and he sees her blue eye, wide with fear. She pulls him inside and slams the door shut, locking it again. She's wearing a tank top and shorts, her hair a mess, a kitchen knife clutched in her trembling hand. "Oh god, Bryce," she whispers, throwing her arms around him. He feels her body shake against his. "Shh, I'm here," he says, holding her tight. "We're safe here"

For a long moment, they just stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant, muffled screams from outside. Bryce can feel her heart hammering against his chest, her fingers digging into his back. Finally, she pulls back, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't think you'd actually come," she whispers. "It's been so long since we've really talked, and with everything happening..." He cups her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "I'd always come for you, Cort. You know that." She lets out a shaky laugh. "Even after all these years?" "Especially after all these years," he says softly. They move to the couch, sitting close together, the baseball bat resting on the coffee table within reach. Cortney pulls her legs up, leaning into him. He wraps an arm around her, and she rests her head on his shoulder. "I was such an idiot in high school," she says quietly. "Dumping you, ..breaking you ....you were the best thing ever happened to me, and , i repay you with heartache." Bryce chuckles. "We were kids. We didn't know what we wanted....plus it was my own fsult, in my nievaty, i was trying to move to fast..im the one that chased uou away" "I knew," she says, looking up at him. "I just was too scared to admit it." He looks down at her, seeing the same girl he'd fallen for all those years ago, but also seeing the woman she'd become. "I never stopped caring about you, Cort." She reaches up, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Me neither...i regret alot" The night stretches on, punctuated by the occasional crash or scream from outside. They talk about old times, about their first kiss at the church, at night , about the dates they went on, and how they talked about being each others first,but never actually has sex together, and as the hours pass, they find themselves drawing closer, the fear and adrenaline melting into something warmer. At some point, they're kissing, slow and tender at first, then with more urgency. Their hands explore, discovering each other's bodies. The world outside ceases to exist—the virus, the vampires, the chaos all fades away.

She pulls back from the kiss, "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers. She slides off the couch, kneeling before him on the floor. Her hands find the button of his jeans, working it open with trembling fingers. She pulls down his zipper, the sound loud in the quiet room. Bryce's breath catches as she frees him from his boxers, his cock already hard and aching. She wraps her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly. "You have no idea how many nights I've imagined this," she murmurs, leaning in. Her tongue darts out, tracing the length of him from base to tip. He shudders, his hand finding her hair, tangling in the blonde strands. She takes him into her mouth, her lips closing around the head, and begins to move. Her head bobs up and down, her tongue working along the underside. "Oh god, Cortney," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. She looks up at him through her lashes, her cheeks hollowed as she takes him deeper. Her hand cups his balls, massaging gently. The wet sounds of her mouth fill the room, mingling with his heavy breathing. She picks up the pace, bobbing faster, her free hand gripping his thigh. "I'm close," he warns, his grip tightening in her hair. She doubles her efforts, taking him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing around him. With a guttural cry, he comes, his release filling her mouth. She continues to suck, milking every drop, before finally pulling back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawls back up his body, kissing him deeply. He tastes himself on her lips. "That was amazing," he breathes. "Round two?" she asks, her hand already moving down to his cock, which is already hardening again.

Bryce pulls her close, kissing her fiercely. "I want you, Cort. All of you." She stands up, her eyes never leaving his. Slowly, she peels off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. Then she pushes down her shorts and panties, stepping out of them. She's completely naked before him, and he drinks in the sight. "Your turn," she says, her voice purr. He stands, quickly shedding his own clothes. They stand before each other, exposed and vulnerable. She takes his hand and leads him to the couch, pushing him down onto it. She climbs onto his lap, straddling him. Her hand guides his cock to her entrance. She's already wet, her arousal evident. She sinks down onto him, both of them gasping as he fills her completely. She pauses, adjusting to the sensation. "God, you feel incredible," he groans, his hands gripping her hips. She begins to move, rocking back and forth. Her pace is slow at first, teasing, as she gets used to the feeling of him inside her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she rides him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. "Look at me," she commands He thrusts up to meet her, driving deeper. She cries out, her rhythm becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with their moans. "That's it," she breathes, her head falling back. "Don't stop." He wraps his arms around her, pulling her tight against him as he fucks up into her. She's close, her walls clenching around him. With a shuddering cry, she comes, her body convulsing around his cock. The feeling of her climax pushes him over the edge, groaning as he spills his seed inside her. They cling to each other, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. She collapses against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I've missed you," she whispers. He strokes her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm not letting you go again...I love you Cortney"