My Room

Author's note: this chapter takes us back to the main character Nicole's point of view.

Here I am back home in my room. I've taken off my denim jacket and sandals and now I'm sitting on a bean bag chair wearing only my bare midriff tie dye shirt and tight jeans . Oh you know what, fuck this. I stand just long enough to take my jeans off. Yeah this is way more comfortable. I sit back down in my shirt and white cotton panties. Let's see here. I got Meatloaf 's Bat out of Hell on the stereo, a fresh bud of weed in my water bong and my fluorescent black lights are making my felt posters glow.

Ah I take a big hit of weed and hold it in my lungs for as long as I can. Oh yeah that's the stuff. That's just what I need. I check the time on the digital clock on my nightstand.It's only 11:30 at night. Both Selena and I already fed while at the council's offices. That cafeteria was really something else. Rows and rows of naked humans to choose from like ...well the best I can describe it is like grocery store isles. The metal light fixtures hung from the ceiling giving off only dim light. Both Selena and I decided to try Jolene's method of feeding and bit into the cocks of our victims, biting into their shafts from the side and sucking the blood from the veins. My " meal" let out a high pitched scream and with a slight southern accent whined about his " pecker."

His blood tasted so good. Selena 's right. Pain and fear does make the blood sweeter.

Wow. If someone had told me a month ago that I'd be a bloodsucking creature of the night I'd have asked for some of what they're smoking. It's been an eventful month indeed.

I'm shocked about how accepting I've been of all of it. I'm not even thinking about how fantastical it's been. I'm thinking about how little I question the morality of it all. I don't even think about the man I killed on my first night anymore. I've accepted the fact that at that particular time I needed to completely drain him. Since it was my first feeding I needed all of it.

It's not like I still kill. I just take what I need from my prey nothing more. Yeah I make their balls hurt as I feed. I've even purposely popped the balls of some of the men I've fed from. It makes the blood better and for me it's something of a turn on as well.

As I take another toke from my bong I think of how I can mentally manipulate my prey, get them to go where I want them to, do what I want them to and think what I want them to think. I mean actual control over them. The best way to describe it is like in that movie I saw last week, Star Wars. That old space wizard guy." These aren't the droids you're looking for." That level of control.

As I said I don't morally question any of it. I view people as cattle now. They've become my Big Mac, Fries and a Coke. I've very quickly gotten to the point were it doesn't even bother me that I don't question it.

As for damaging the testicles of my predominantly male prey? That's something I've always done anyway even before becoming a vampire. Hell I've even sometimes had sexual fantasies about ballbusting guys.

I get up and change the tape on my boom box to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.

I sit back down as the tape plays. Man this bean bag chair is so fucking comfortable. I am so stoned.