Hi readers! This is my fourth go at this vampire story, thank you for earlier comments, please leave me some comments good or bad and I will try to learn from them all. Thank you
Another daymare
The girl knelt by the door crying. She was young, maybe 20, with long, straggly hair. She wore a jacket and a tee shirt with brown corduroy trousers. Someone had tied her hands. It looked like she had been crying for a long time.
I stirred in my dream watching myself moving quickly towards her. I could still sense my utter confusion. I had just become a vampire, although I did not realise it. The world seemed changed. Everything was so loud, so full of fragrance and inside I felt so angry, although I did not know why. Blood and lust for the girl in my room was overwhelming. Confused, but very driven I didn't think, I just acted.
She was aware of me now and turned in her terror towards me, still slumped against the door.
"What do you want? Leave me alone!" She wailed.
I smiled and then shocked myself by growling at her. This animalistic noise had come from me, but I did not know where from.
Seeking to control myself I gently rubbed my hand against the side of her face. At first she turned away trying to avoid my touch and then she seemed to calm a little and let me caress her cheek. I looked her up and down as my finger traced across her lips.
"No, please," she said shaking her head.
She began to struggle, but I forced her tied hands above her head. I nearly ripped her arms out of her sockets not being used to my new vampire strength. In the end I used just my left hand to hold her hands out of the way. My right hand tore her tee shirt apart. She wore no bra so I was able to admire her small breasts. She screamed as I reached down and sucked first on one nipple then the other. Using my right hand I grabbed her hair to hold her still.
Kissing her tummy I undid her belt and trousers and then yanking her onto her back I pulled her trousers and knickers down. Using my arms to lift her legs I briefly licked between her legs before stripping all her clothes off. She lay naked on the ground beneath me. She was panting and gasping as she struggled to control her breathing.
Slipping my own trousers and boxers off I pushed my cock into her tight pussy.
She moaned, raising her legs so they were either side of mine, her heels bumping into my ass as I began to fuck her. She moaned each time I thrust into her. My hand grabbed her neck and forced her head to one side. I bit into her neck.
In my dream I felt again the sudden shock of "what am I doing" but I continued loving both the taste of her blood and the way I was screwing her. We lay together, me fucking her and draining her blood as she lay struggling on the ground. I awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright before flopping back down again.
Thankfully I was actually safe in my hotel room. I remembered what the Countess had said. A vampire to be born has both to die, and to kill. I didn't know what I was doing but I killed that girl and so became a true vampire. Sadly what I also knew was the desire to kill was always there, a deep-seated rage waiting to burst out. Yes, I had killed another girl and Sarah's husband. To be honest I liked it, but am trying not do it again. On the other hand I am top of food chain now. Humans are my prey, do they let the cow or sheep survive out of guilt. No they don't. So I guess there are no guarantees and eventually I will get carried away or someone will be in the way of what I want. I'm a vampire and killing is now part of my DNA.
An interesting encounter
My early evening ritual when Sarah wasn't able to join me was to take a mineral water in the café at The Comet. This allowed me to watch the world go by before planning what to do with my night.
The Café's was out front so you could see people walking past the building, the whole of the reception area and the main entrance. The soft chairs offered a pleasant way to while away an hour looking for a likely snack or to watch someone of interest checking-in. It was normally busy at this time, so I was able to watch, without anyone taking too much interest in me.
It was a few weeks after Sarah's husband had jumped from the top of their building and so she was still busy with the aftermath. So I restricted myself to occasional late night visits, sneaking into her apartment so we could make love. It had been important to keep our relationship low-key so as to avoid unwanted interest. No one had expected David to jump, lest of all David I thought smiling, so there were a few suspicions.
When chilling at the café with a mineral water. Water was the only thing I could tolerate apart from blood. Marco, one of the concierges, would come over for a chat. It was nice catching up about normal things. The weather, football and other things men discuss. He was a nice guy, easy to talk to, and someone I could learn more about The Comet from.
As we were discussing his favourite soccer team, Manchester United, I noticed an elderly couple followed by a young lady walk into reception. David also noticed this new arrival and with a quick apology rushed off to greet them leaving me alone again. I watched interested as he fawned over them, arranged porters to carry bags and a member of the reception team to get a lift.
The girl seemed to hang back as this all happened. She wasn't someone who particularly interested me but with nothing else to do I checked her out. It wasn't that she was unattractive I could just afford to be very choosy. The girl had short reddish brown hair with a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She wore a brown coat, it was unbuttoned, showing off a pink and black patterned summer dress with a flared skirt. Around her neck was a delicate necklace with a small diamond. She had bare legs and black flat shoes. The dress was low cut at the front allowing a good view of her large breasts. As I watched she removed her coat and pulled a flesh coloured bra strap back under the shoulder of her dress. We exchanged a brief look and then she looked back at me over her shoulder as she headed for the lift. Her hand straying to her neck as she turned away.
Marco was now alone again so abandoning my drink I walked over to him.
"Friends of yours Marco? I asked.
"Oh that was Mr and Mrs Garrod, they own the hotel," he replied. "Actually they stay in the penthouse next to yours, but they are often out of town."
"And the girl?" I queried.
"Girl? Oh you mean Birgit," he continued. "She works for them. A bit like a PA I think. She's lovely, very chatty."
"Does she stay here too?" I queried.
"Hmmmmm no I don't think she has ever stayed." He answered looking thoughtful. "I guess she goes home."
