(Author's Note: It's funny, my specialty is erotic horror, yet I haven't post much of that here. Sorry everyone but most of that is too much horror, and not enough sex for Literotica. I thought I should post something, given the season and then looking across my library came across this gem.
Eden fantasized herself a vampire as a way to deal with the traumas she'd experienced as a youth, which were pretty bad. At the time I wrote this for her, she was going thru a break up with a guy she should never have let in her home, let alone slept with.
I will warn you, this first part has no actual sex in it, just a lot of very erotic bondage. It heats up dramatically in the later parts. If you're into vampires, I hope you'll enjoy the set up and come back for more.
I'll try to get the rest of this series up as soon as I can.
Happy Halloween.)
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Consciousness came slowly and with much protest, each tiny movement of her body bringing pain. A soft moan escaped her lips before Eden realized how bad the situation was. She was sitting, tied up and captive. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there either. Eden let the breath slowly escape and went limp. Eyes still closed she tried to take stock of her situation with her other senses.
"Tink!"
It was the sharp sound of metal hitting metal.
"Tink!"
Like something dropped into a hollow bowl.
"Tink!"
Some time must have passed, Eden thought, for her bladder was full and she felt the need to pee. She started to remember then, of the attack, though not the battle's final moments. It must have ended badly, Eden realized, give her situation now. She tried to give the most subtle of flexes, to test her bonds but what ever held her, held her tight.
"Tink!"
Eden kept her breathing slow and measured, trying to pretend that she was still unconscious. She'd been held captive before and if she could just wait for it, an opportunity often opened up.
She heard someone in the room sniff several times.
"Ah, Fraulein Sands," a deep male voice said. "You are awake, we can begin then..."
From the way his voice sounded he was 10 or 15 feet away. The room had a slight echo-y sound to it. And it felt a little damp and cool.
Eden tried to pretend she hadn't heard him. Wasn't conscious. Measured breathing was the key. Head hung down and her curly red hair all around her face, she concentrated, just breathing in, then out. In, then out. She was a bump on the log. Insignificant. If you could conjure a quiet place they often screwed up. Enough to get you free!
"It won't work with me," he whispered in her ear. "But I give you points for trying."
Then he chuckled, his breath stirring the hairs on the back of her neck.
Eden felt real fear. She hadn't heard him move to her side, though she heard him when he move away. She got the impression he meant her to. With her hearing that he could move that fast and that quietly meant he was something very dangerous indeed.
It started coming back to her then.
The attack...
She'd picked up a check from a client that day for a job recently done. A big check. Twenty-five thousand in fact! For someone who juggled payments just to keep the electric and gas on, that kind of wealth made her dizzy. She worked in the city but lived in the country. The drive was long but the quiet made it worth it. She'd pulled into her gravel driveway with a sigh of relief.
Thinking of new foot wear, something leather and with 4 inch heels, Eden got out of the car. She just stood there for a moment enjoying the early evening night. She really knew better than to let her guard down like that, though her lapse could be forgiven. Nobody had made it personal lately. Nobody had ever hit her at her house.
"Tink!"
She heard the noise again.
"Tink!"
"Almost finished," she hear him say, with a tint grunt. He chuckled again. "By the Holy Spirit, you are quite the good shot."
"Tink!"
There was real admiration in that statement.
Eden opened her eyes and looked up.
First impressions were usually the most true, Eden had always found in the long, dark century since she'd been turned.
She had grown up a liberated woman of the Roaring 20's, out going, fun loving, and had gotten to know people in all their variations before that fateful night of pleasure and pain that had changed her forever. The long years since had just refined the skill. First impressions counted for alot with her.
Later she was always able to fill out the corners of what a person was, detect the lies and masks they wore, but in that first quick glance, she could often sense just what was at their core. What she sensed at the core of this man when she first saw him, put the cold caress of fear up her spine.
A hard man, ready for hard tasks.
Razor sharp was the crease in his black pants, shoes polished bright. While he wasn't wearing a shirt, his bare back had a rigid posture, ram rod straight. Military in bearing. He had short cropped hair of blond. Older, maybe in his fifties. Well muscular but not in a body builder kind of way. Still one that radiated strength and purpose. Maybe just shy of 6 feet tall. Broad of shoulders. Slender of hips.
Attractive in his way.
All this she noticed first, but then she looked closer and saw the scars. They criss crossed his back and shoulders, some weathered with many years, others looking weeks old. Pink scars across tanned flesh. Pink scars cut deep. There was something odd about them, she could not place at first then she realized, the scars ran up and down his back vertically. Like the hand that had given them, had been his own.
That hand came into view, holding a pair of forceps, bloody at the tips. He let something drop from them into a small stainless steel bowl on the workbench before him. She realized then they were in her basement. That gave her a bit of hope.
"Tink!"
More of the attack came back to Eden.
She'd reached into the car for her coat and when she came out there was a man, dressed in black military, standing on her porch. He raised a big barreled gun. She recognized the net gun, and dove to the side as he fired, reaching into her coat for her own gun in its shoulder holster.
