Vamp

Hello there! My name is Jane.

Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. I was born and raised in a small town hanging somewhere on the skirts of the Rockies. Until my twenty sixth year, I had a pretty regular life. Like everybody else, I started by shitting my pants, then I went to school. I had a pretty boring time there. Once I graduated, I found a secretary … sorry personal assistant job in an office in my home town. It was kind of boring too but the salary was enough and I was never very ambitious. At some point, I had a boyfriend and then he left me, a bit later I had another one and I left him. I had a mom and then she died. I know it is sad but this was a long time ago, and as people usually do in such situations I came over it. I own an old car, I rent a small flat, I used to have a cat, I liked to go out in bars and have drinks with friends… As you can see, I am a pretty regular girl. Well I was.

Not so regular anymore…

A couple of months ago, I went out with my friends. We had a few beers in a small bar in the outskirts of town. Around ten-ish in the evening, a group of bikers stepped into the joint and started messing with the clients. Four guys, three girls. There was something wrong about them, something disgusting and, at the same time, something very sensual.

At first, we did not care, paying no attention to newcomers and secretly hoping they would not bother us if we ignored them. But then this small framed girl with purple hair and large tattoos walks to our table and starts teasing Martin, one of my friends. Martin is ill tempered, he gets in fights over stupid things like spilled drinks and such so you can imagine that when the biker started to call him a sissy it got a bit out of hand. As he responded in a colorful way, the girl just smiled. I only had time to notice something odd with her teeth before she ripped his throat out.

Literally, her hand grabbed his throat, her nails dug into the skin and it was blood shower time.

I was covered in it. I screamed. Martin chocked on his own blood, convulsing on the ground. Everybody was stunned and all hell broke loose. The bikers started reaping through the clients. A bloody mess. Turned out, the bikers were vampires on the run and they were here for a pit stop. I continued screaming as my friends were torn to pieces one after the other.

Soon, the bloodshed calmed down. I was the last survivor in the bar, my three best friends were dead, I was covered in their blood. The small framed girl who had been gorging on Mary’s torn neck grabbed me by the collar.

“You,” she spited, “you, we fuck.”

And she threw me across the table. My white blouse was torn open, my bra reaped, my jean pulled on my ankles. I cried until I felt the girl’s tongue on my pubis. The freezing saliva was electrifying and at the same time I felt a powerful current running up my spine. All my senses were overwhelmed by pleasure.

I’ve never felt that! Just amazing.

Surrounded by the corpses of my best friends, as her tongue explored my cavity, as her lips sucked on my juices, I came. And that is just the girl because one by one the seven vamps crawled over me and fucked me. Throbbing dicks, ravaging fingers, more tongues, more dicks, inside my ass, inside my pussy, inside my mouth. All my holes streched to their breaking point. A rag doll in the hands of those monsters. And I came so many times.

The last one, a large bearded man, dick in my ass, caressed my cheek before driving his fangs in my carotid artery. I tried to breath but I could not, I could feel my life flowing away into the man’s mouth. He convulsed, released his cum inside my guts. I passed out.

When I woke up, the sun was about to rise outside. I stumbled around the bar. I looked at my friends, started crying and ran out of the place. I jumped into my car, drove madly to reach my flat and passed out again on my bed. The next evening the massacre was all over the news. I got a few calls but since all of my friends were dead nobody knew that I had been there too. I did not go to the funerals because I was kind of dying. I spent a couple of weeks in bed fighting a harsh fever. When I finally came out of it, I felt changed and the memory of the felt like a weird sensual nightmare. It took me a few days, haunting my flat, to understand what I had become.

So, not regular anymore I told you. Now I am a vampire.

I cannot stand direct sunlight; hence once I ran out of excuses, I lost my job. I have fangs, a pair of razor-sharp ivory knives dropping from my upper jaw when I’m hungry. I also have some kind of mind control power that I do not know how to use, I sleep all day and try to control my urges the rest of the time. The urges, that is the big problem. I feel horny any and all waking moment and I am starving. Let me tell you about it.

First the starving… I need blood… My cat, sweet Captain Puss, I drank it dry on the first night after my fever, the poor little creature gave me a little respite but the thirst came back the next night even stronger. For the first few weeks, I chased the neighborhood’s pets, but the source ran out. I found an animal shelter some fifteen minutes away from my place … I sneak in every other night, take a couple of puppies with me and then I feast… At first it made the trick but as time passes, I need more and more strays to be satisfied… Deep down I know that soon, I will have to switch to more rewarding preys… But I do not want to. I am not evil, I do not want to hurt people…

And that is the problem with the second urge, the lust. It is uncontrollable. I want to be fucked all the time, I want to fuck, I need to come, but I cannot have a regular partner, I cannot have a partner because once I do, I fear that I will go back to the thirst and kill him. And I cannot have that, so I spend all my savings in sex toys, I’ve tried them all, dildos, vibrators, geisha balls, butt plugs, I even bought a Sybian – that thing was expensive - but it is not enough, I need to feel warm flesh, warm flesh with warm blood underneath it…

Shit, there we go again. You see what I mean?

***

This morning I got a call, I managed to shake the webs of sleep and picked up.

It was my dad. He told me it was thanksgiving, he told me he was organizing a dinner with the family at his place and asked me to come. I mumbled something that he interpreted as an “okay I’ll be there” and he hanged up. I fell back asleep right away.

Now I’ve been up for the last half an hour sitting on the Sybian and I do not know what to do.

Should I stay or should I go?

Stay would be the reasonable thing to do, but if I stay, I know my dad will come looking for me tomorrow and I cannot have that.

And if I go, I could do bad things to people I love.