Chapter 3

Erin

Thanks to the keys in the leather jacket, I found out that vampire-me got a very nice wheels upgrade. Gone my second-hand Korean wreck, say hello to this magnificent masterpiece of German engineering. The humungous European SUV slides over the highway, powerful and sleek. Even if I cannot find Nasus/Susan, I am already enjoying this new world a lot.

“Take the next exit,” the navigation system informs me. I signal and follow the instructions in the twilight of the warm afternoon.

I drove to Susan’s but the flat was empty. The neighbor I asked told me he had not seen Nasus in months. I was a bit lost but then I started playing around with the onboard computer and found a GPS location saved under home on the other side of town, in a much fancier neighborhood.

“You have reached your destination.”

The house is quite large as well, modern architecture style, a weird yet nice mix of metal, glass and concrete. There is another car in the driveway, a sports car, red… a bit tacky, if I may.

Behind the wheel, across the street from what I suspect is my alter ego’s residence, I spend some time wondering how I should approach this when suddenly the phone buzzes.

Nasus:

“Good evening lover, any chance I get a to see your pretty face between my thighs tonight?”

I shiver. The sun has set and shit just got real. I look up. The living room is now brightly lit. In the distance, I recognize my Susan, lazily strolling around. She seems to be wearing an ethereal white night dress.

Second message: “I am going to be really pissed if you don’t show up soon, I’m fucking dripping.”

I hesitate for a second and unlock the phone.

“On my way” I type and … send.

Nasus stops, looks at the message and smiles. Well, I guess she smiles because I am a bit too far away to clearly see her face.

I wait for five more minutes; I am torn between fear and excitement. Finally, I gather my courage and step out of the car. The hundred yards that separate me from the entrance feel like miles. Eventually, I find myself in front of the door. Should I use the key? Should I ring? Shit! This is too much, too complicated!

I am about to turn away when the door opens…

“How the fuck did you get here so fast?”

Susan! My Susan! My magnificent Susan… still in love with me… but at same time, not my Susan, Nasus, a dangerous killer. A lot paler that her tanned counterpart, with her fascinating yellow eyes, her fangs she does little to hide…

“I…”

Nasus tilts her head, her face obscured by the shadow of a doubt.

“Nire?” She asks suspiciously.

“I… yes…”

She pauses for a long time. An evil grin starts to appear on her face.

“Nire, my love, could you explain to me how come you are human again?” She asks poorly faking candidness.

“Huh… no… I don’t think I can… it’s… complicated…”

Nasus steps to a side.

“Why don’t you come inside and give it a try?”

Something deep down tells me to turn around and run for my life but I know it is too late so I enter the house…

“You smell delicious Nire,” the creature behind me says.

I nearly trip, the tone she used was so casual and yet it carried such threat. I bite my lip and continue into the living room.

I hesitate for a moment and sit on the large white sofa. She sits across from me. The distance and the small coffee table between us reassures me.

“So, you found a way to turn back? I wonder why you did that…”

“Not really, I did not turn back, I actually never turned…”

“Never turned? I am pretty sure I can remember you with your fangs stuck into someone’s neck.”

“It wasn’t me, not really… it was another me. I’m not sure how but somehow, I switched places with your Nire. I come from an alternate reality… I think… or I am dreaming or gone mad…”

“Oh… Nire, I can assure you that you are certainly not dreaming, as for mad, you tell me, but you just deliberately walked into the house of a hungry vampire.”

She stands and walks around the coffee table separating us. She grabs my chin between her icy fingers.

“Do you have a **** wish?”

I gulp.

“No… I… I want you to turn me… please…”

She grins.

“And why should I bother?” She says sitting by my side.

“I… because… I did it to you…”

Her hand crawls on my thigh. I can feel the cold through the thick fabric.

“According to your little story, it wasn’t you…”

I should have though this through… I am going to end up as a snack for this magnificent creature… and die… I do not want to die.

“Because you love me… because…”

I am ****.

“Love… what a big word…”

She bends over sniffing my neck.

“Because I smell good…”

“You all smell delicious to me… my love…” she whispers.

My head is a mess. My panties are drenched, I can actually feel them get wetter and at the same time I feel this terrible fear rampaging through my guts.

Her tongue slowly slides up my neck. The hard tip of her fangs brushes down my skin.

“Fuck, I don’t know…” and then I get it. “Because I want you to!”

And I add:

“Bitch!”

“That’s the Nire I know…” she says sinking her fangs into my neck.

Nire

The panties were white with a tiny pink ribbon at the front. They are now somewhere on the floor.

I slide three creamy fingers out of Yhtak’s warm cavern. I reach for the bloody wound on her neck and mix the two fluids. With the tip of my tongue, I lick my fingers as she stares at me, hallucinated.

“So… not even vampire girls?”

“I… I…” she reaches out trying to grab my hand, probably to stick it back where it just was. “God Erin, oh my fucking god! Please, fuck me more…”

I slap her hand away and stick the fingers in my mouth. I finish cleaning them quickly to be able to indulge her.

I wrap my free hand around her neck and, leaning on her, I slide my fingers back into her.

Our faces are inches away now. Her breath, jerky and warm, rolls on my cheeks. I grin.

“Not.even.vampire.girls?” I say as I start pumping on her snatch again.

An avalanche of hiccups bursts through her lips. Her belly contracts trying to prevent the surge but there is no escape for her. She is about to break. I dig deeper.

“I LOVE VAMPIRE GIRLS,” she screams as she squirts all over my forearm.

“Good, that is exactly what I wanted to hear,” I say sinking my fangs into her neck a couple of inches above where I already bit her.

I want to see her painted in red. I want to see her drenched in blood. I want to see Carrie in her.

I take a few more sips and let her breathe.

Beautiful sight. The blood cascades down her cleavage, between her perky tits. Pink pajamas turning red, her erect nipples appearing as the fabric glues to her skin. Her chest trembles uncontrollably.

When I withdraw my fingers again, her slit pulsates in satisfaction. I drop a gentle kiss on her lips and start working my way down. I suckle on her nipple, teasing it through the cloth with my fangs. I follow the path drawn by the blood over her belly button, towards her bush.

Talking about erections, her clit is displaying an impressive one. I take it between my lips, pressuring it, tickling it with my tongue.

“Oh Erin, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” she repeats.

One last powerful lap at her slit and clit and I break the cycle sinking my fangs deep into her mound.

“Shit!”

The loop is broken and I drink, her squirt covering my chin and cleavage, her hands in my hair, fingers in my skull.

She gives me a last hiccup before fainting. The stream starts to weaken. She is close to ****. So close.

I can sense my own orgasm grow as I approach the kill. I am satisfied; I made the most of this second opportunity.

But did I really? I wonder if this really is what I want? Her ****? Do I want her gone forever?

Nasus is next on my list and I will definitively bring her on the other side but maybe a coven of three is better than a couple.

More fun… variety… and I know I can live with Yhtak…

Should I?