Hello, my name is Jack and I'm a vampire. That probably surprises you but it shouldn't. I live in L.A., and I'm not the only vampire who lives here. There are quite a few of us, but most of the well-known bloodsuckers aren't vampires, they're agents and lawyers.
I was walking across the rooftops after ingesting a pint of O positive blood at the local blood bank which caters to those of us who are, shall we say, eating impaired, when I stopped across the street from a certain apartment building. I used that particular blood bank, they even have takeout, because it was close to where I lived, but the main reason I used it was the apartment building I was watching. The building was full of babes and because their apartments where so high up, they never closed their curtains and tended to walk around with no clothes on.
I was watching this sweet, twenty-something lady masturbate, minding my own business, lost in thought, trying to decide what to do for the rest of the night when suddenly I saw her on the roof of the apartment building I was watching. I just caught a glimpse of her, then she was gone, and I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
L.A. is an open city where there are no private hunting grounds so we vampires never fight over territory, but I felt I knew the woman I'd seen briefly. And if she was who I thought she was I was deep shit and so were all other vampires.
Then I felt someone land on my roof and scanned the shadows to see who it was.
"Hello, Jack, long time no see," she said in a sultry voice from the darkest corner of the roof.
My nightmare had come true. It was Zuzu, the horniest vampire who had ever walked the night. Hell, she'd rather fuck than eat, and if she doesn't eat, you don't eat.
"What the hell are you doing here, Zuzu?" I asked.
"I'm glad to see you too, Jack," Zuzu replied in a rather irritated voice.
"Like I said, what are you doing here?" I was trying to figure out how to get off the roof without scaring the shit out of the people down on the street.
"If you must know, I was looking for you," she purred.
I'd been afraid she was going to say that, and with very little hope, I asked, "Now that you've seen me, will you be leaving town?"
"No, I just got here. Why would I want to leave?"
I thought it'd been worth a shot and tried another tactic. "L.A. is pretty quiet, I know you don't like quiet places, and so I thought you were just passing through."
"Oh, Jack, you do know how to make a girl hot," Zuzu said. "Playing hard to get turns me on." She slipped out of her evening dress. "Take me now you stud."
I don't dislike Zuzu. I mean what's to dislike. She stood about five feet nine, had long black hair, a killer body, smoke gray eyes, thirty-six double D breasts and lips so luscious they were to die for. Add in her soft voice and long legs and you had a package that could turn on a dead man, but the trouble was, that once Zuzu was turned on, there was no OFF switch. And I had already been down that road several times before and had been lucky to get out alive.
The trouble with Zuzu was that a guy could only take so much fucking before something had to give. As an example, let me tell you about Zuzu's last lover, Sebastian, who lived in New Orleans. I'd been passing through New Orleans last year and decided to drop in on Sebastian, an old friend. I'd searched his usual haunts and hunting grounds with no luck, and then someone had told me to try one of the local cemeteries. Well, I found Sebastian there all right, but only what was left of him. He was a gibbering idiot to put it mildly, a mental and physical wreck. He'd taken up residence in one of the more elaborate crypts in the cemetery and skulked around at night sucking the blood out of cats, dogs and small rodents. Now you have to understand that vampire senses are more developed than human's senses are and living in a cemetery was like living in a garbage dump to a vampire. I took pity on the poor bastard and captured a sweet little teenage girl tourist for him. When he saw her ripe body at first he just shivered and drooled, but after I slit her throat and made him drink all her blood, I finally got the story out of him. It turned out he'd moved in with Zuzu, and after she'd fucked his brains out non-stop for two weeks, he was a shell of his former self and afraid of his own shadow.
