Learning on the job

When I say I slipped through the door, I literally mean it. One moment, I was standing in the street, fumbling for my keys and, out of habit, leant against the door whilst doing so. The next moment, I was falling into the hallway with the unused key in my hand. The carpeted floor broke my fall silently but fortunately, broke nothing else. Rolling onto my back, I just lay there for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts. Had I really just physically passed through a closed and locked door? The fact that I was now lying in the hall and staring at the ceiling confirmed that I must have, but this raised the intriguing question, could I pass through any door that way?

Being keen to find out, I stepped out through my front door without opening it. Somehow, the atoms forming my body and clothing nudged the atoms forming my front door aside, allowing me through. Once through, the door's atoms sprang back into their original positions and the door was solid once more. At least, that's what it felt like. I later discovered that what actually happened was that my desire to gain entry was all it took to vapourise me and everything I had on me so that I might rapidly soak my way through solid wood rather like water does through blotting paper. This was power indeed. It made my head spin (though not literally this time) to think that no locked door could keep me out of anywhere ever again. To test this theory, I went round to my neighbour's house, walked confidently into his front door - and broke my nose. It turns out that things like front doors are in some mystical way, connected to their owner's will and so will only willingly admit those whom it's owner has invited. Bummer! Still, looking on the bright side, it also became apparent at that time that we jolly vamps can heal ourselves with just a thought. I wished my nose wasn't broken and, all of a sudden, it wasn't.

This was all very interesting but the clock was ticking, (my enhanced vampire hearing could hear it from the street) and I was mindful of what my immediate priority was. I had a wife to kill and time waits for no man I'm afraid; not even an undead one.

I reentered my home, ghosted up the stairs and, remembering what my mistress had said about arterial spurts, stripped myself naked on the landing to save on the laundry. I silently passed through my bedroom door without difficulty but I needn't have bothered. Brenda was snoring so loudly that if I'd made an entrance accompanied by a brass band in full flow, I doubt I would have disturbed her. I swear that the whole bedroom was vibrating with her every inhalation. To me, her snoring was as abominable as her constant nagging, hence I found the prospect of silencing both with a bite quite irresistible. Besides, I was ravenously hungry for blood and **** Brenda was just full of the lovely stuff. I figured that since it's a wife's job to feed her husband and considering the night I'd just had, bleeding for me was the very least she should do.

It's strange now to recollect how natural it felt to fling away the bed clothes, roll my slowly waking missus onto her back and drive my fangs into a carotid artery. I had no problem locating it; my vampire vision could see it pulsating away under Brenda's white and slightly sweaty skin. Immediately, lovely warm, iron rich blood flooded into my mouth. Instinctively, I kept my fangs in the wound to regulate the flow, otherwise, I might have drowned in Brenda's gory deluge. I also kept my hand over her mouth to stifle her attempts to scream.

My Mistress had been right about how sexy to a vampire the writhings of his victims are. It's a fact that I hadn't really fancied Brenda's body for years, but I now had an overwhelming compulsion to playfully toy with the feminine food I was feasting on. With my free hand, I ripped Brenda's nightie open and treated her exposed breasts like those balls you can get that you squeeze to relieve stress. It obviously worked because I was feeling no stress at all as I eagerly gulped down more of my wife's gorgeously tasty lifesblood.

In no time at all, I was feeling full; so now it was time to implement the second phase of Brenda's turning. I pulled my fangs out of the wound, thus releasing twin but thin fountains of blood to gush forth, dancing to the pulsing rhythm of her Brenda's racing heart. I'd no need to keep her mouth covered now. Shock from severe loss of blood had silenced her. She was shaking violently, causing her boobs to do a merry dance all over her chest - like jellyfish at a disco. As I watched, the bloody fountains began to subside. Again, instinct took over. Biting my own wrist released a stream of blood that I allowed to fall into Brenda's gaping, gasping mouth. She dutifully swallowed and the deed was all but done. I placed a hand on her blood drenched chest to feel her heart's rapid beating untill, after giving a couple of flutters, it stopped altogether. There! It was done. Give her an hour and she'd wake up a new woman. Meanwhile, I slipped out to the bathroom to shower and clean my nice new white, shiny and incredibly sharp teeth.