Dead sexy!

It was my good fortune to be born cute and this happy situation hadn't changed by the time I woke up dead. I was still cute only now I'd acquired a couple of the cutest little fangs, not to mention a ravenous hunger for blood. I was still lying naked on John's aunt's bed as consciousness returned along with a very clear memory of what had happened to me. A clear and extremely fond memory as it happens because I'd died in the course of having the most fantastic orgasm I'd ever experienced; brought on by a strange woman making making exquisitely intimate love to me. She'd totally ravished my body, mind and soul and I'd loved every second of it. True, she'd robbed me of both my blood and life as I'd previously known it; but in return, I'd been given an existence for all eternity. My beauty would now never fade, old age would never incapacitate me. Best of all, outside this cottage right now were millions of warm blooded women on whom I could feed just as I had been fed on. From buxom mums to skinny teens, I wanted to drain them all; felt I needed to in order to satisfy my insatiable craving for blood.

But then I thought, 'hang on, if I start devouring a huge chunk of the local female population, won't somebody notice and make a fuss about it. I suddenly had this vision of an angry mob brandishing flaming touches and armed with pitchforks, sharp wooden stakes, hefty hammers and copious amounts of holy water coming to destroy me. Maybe my altered state wasn't going to turn out to be the bed of sweet smelling roses I first thought it might be. In all probability, this mob would all be reeking of garlic. I'd always hated garlic. Now I knew why!

"Good, your awake child. Rise, dress and listen carefully for I have much to tell you."

John's aunt came into view, dressed once more in diaphanous easy-to-tare chiffon. Of my fiance, there was no trace and I was surprised to find how unbothered I was by this. I found my clothes, dressed and listened carefully to my mistress's mesmerising voice as she divulged all.

"Like me, you are now a vampire. This is a most unfortunate complication and in the general scheme of things was never intended to happen. However, once you broke the flask of blood that John brought from the funeral parlour, my feasting on you became inevitable. I could have killed you outright but my nephew likes you and I need him to keep me supplied with food so need to keep him sweet. As an apprentice, it's his job to drain blood from corpses prior to replacing it with a formaldehyde based preservative. It's what I live on; the blood I mean, mot the formaldehyde. As long as my nephew continues to do this, no one need mysteriously disappear only to be found later with two puncture wounds in their neck and looking dead anaemic. For we vampir's well-being, it's vitally important that nobody really believes that we exist. However, the problem we now have is that John can't possibly supply enough blood to feed both of us on a regular basis. Therefore, you are going to have to make your own dining arrangements. I suggest you seek nourishment among the down and outs; the squatters; the so called "alternative society" that exists off grid. I further advise you to burn the evidence. I can help you there as I have a small crematoria here in the back garden. I've hardly needed to use it since John started helping out but I fancy it will get quite a lot of use out of you. Bring your victims here, my sweet. Let my home be your feeding place. Maybe we can share them; blood from the living has a lot more pep to it than gore from the dead. In fact, I thnk it would be best and most convenient if you come and dwell here with me, but this can't happen overnight. There'll have to be some sort of natural process to it. How would it be if you quit your job at the library and took the position full-time live-in carer for your John's infirm aunt? Yes, your family might just swallow that, provided you can hide your fangs for long enough. Daylight. Ah yes, forget all that mumbo-jumbo you've seen in the cinema, daylight can be a tad uncomfortable but is not actually fatal to us. Therefore, a factor 50 sun block to all exposed areas is highly recommended. Now, names. I guess you'll have to remain Nancy, given the circumstances. I'm known in John's family as aunt Nora because that's who's body I stole as my own when she wandered into my tiny village in the Carpathian mountains. She made a delicious meal and a half decent shag, but more than that, she became my doorway to the wider world; a world where there was more than just boring old goat's blood to drink. You see, I didn’t just take her living human blood, I took her mind and physical appearance too. Everything she was, I became. I travelled on her passport and money. She was incredibly rich and thanks to some shrewd investments I've made on her behalf, she still is.... despite her bones lying at the bottom of an inaccessible mountain gorge. My real names unpronounceable as it's an ancient Transivanian one, but you can call me Steph. It's my favourite syllable out of the fifteen making up my original name."

At this point, Steph paused to get her breath back. She needed to. You see, being dead, we vampires are only required to breathe if we wish to speak. Consequently, it's possible to get out of the habit but prolonged not breathing dies us no real harm. I could immediately see how what she'd suggested could work and couldn't wait to get on with it.

After another hour of conversation, my education was complete and I hastened home through darkened nighttime streets. It was late by the time I got home. Dad and my brother had both gone to bed but my mother was still up and about. She'd just washed her hair and was coming down stairs with a towel around her head. Apart from the towel, she was wearing nothing but her bra and knickers and the tops of her abundantly proportioned snowy white breasts seemed to billow in their bra cups with every step as she descended to me. She greeted me with "hello darling; did you find out what that boy of yours was up to in the end?" Instinctively, I greeted her by gently kissing the top of one of mum's boobs just before I sank my fangs into it and began to suckle........