Author Note:
Apologies for the delay, my dolls and dollies! I've been a very busy bee, stinging every one and all!
Here continues our lovely vampire booty calls with the infamous Mr. Dandridge and Vivian Addams.
I do hope you enjoy!
Loves
Viv
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Atlanta: Summer of 1983
Vegas was a hit for Vivian and determined she would again go to one of those screwed up vampire gathering if it meant she would again get her claws into Mr. Dandridge's devilish skin. She reluctantly said her farewells to her stunning maker. More so reluctant because she knew once she stepped back into her normal way of life, she would continuously long to again have that fine piece of undead man meat blissfully blow her vampire loving mind.
So, months passed after the vampire Sin City booty call. Back into her real world she stepped amongst the southern streets of good old Atlanta where she again ruled the night. And inside that nagging desire for Mr. Dandridge clawed like a feral cat in heat.
She managed to move passed her sole need to feed on those men who sported black locks and dark eyes, spread out the menu into the same sex as she. She needed something to occupy her desires though they were never as fulfilled as they were during that amazing night were Mr. Dandridge devoured her in more ways than one.
Her fortune with those property investments made her life quite comfortable. She finally purchased a decent home worthy of Vivian Addams. A sprawling beauty of a plantation house nestled in one of the outer Atlanta cities. A majestic structure, a beautiful Queen Ann Victorian with plenty of that vintage charm she loved which went perfectly with her vintage inspired appearance. Where it was located, simply perfect, a large vacant dead end on a dirt back road which meant Pauly needed to keep their recently purchased antique Rolls Royce spotless and cleaned of dust.
It was the typical southern summer which had no real effect on Vivian for she was unnaturally cold blooded being a gorgeous mistress vampire. Her purchased old school manor sat nestled beyond the southern traditional magnolia trees at the end of a quite lengthy driveway. She had spent most of her immortal life amongst the suburban and city life, so it was pleasant and private change. She still used one of the empty cotton factories she purchased as a place to discard the trash which meant every evening Pauly had to drive in an old beat up pickup truck to take out the trash in the further location near the metropolis.
On one of those dazzling summer nights, Vivian decided to take it easy, just relax inside her lovely home. Upon dusk, she woke and leisurely devoured the life of a common homeless individual Pauly picked up that day with the offer of a good meal. She had no need to be too lavish with dining and simply plucked the life out of that poor soul. She guessed she did him a favor since it seemed he had no one who truly cared if he lived or died, including her.
Later that evening she decided to lounge about in her silken red robe and feather tufted slippers. She took a comfortable seat in the entertainment room as Pauly prepared to take the lengthy drive to take out the trash.
She still had a taste for her old classic Hammer films. Though she knew vampires weren't anything as they were depicted in those films, there was still an enjoyment of lovely Christopher Lee's portrayal of the most famous vampire of all. Yet, for her, her famous vampire of all time was Mr. Dandridge.
She even kept her framed Hammer film posters. No reason to discard art, she determined.
Sorry, Mr. Lee, she apologized in thought, you've been replaced.
She sat on the velvet upholstered sofa with her legs comfortably propped atop the matching ottoman. Beside her on the sofa was a lovely silver tray of ripened strawberry and in her hand a nice gin and tonic, no ice. She loved the use of a remote to control her console television, she even purchased one of those lovely video cassette players. Inside the VCR she had one of her very fondest Christopher Lee films, The House of Dracula.
She sipped her gin and tonic then sucked a ripe strawberry. She heard Pauly fumbling about with the trash. Her thumb hit play on the VCR remote and the film started to play.
"Viv?" Pauly spoke up as he stood in the large open doorway of the entertainment room.
"Hmm?" Vivian hummed with her large blue eyes focused on the television.
"I'm going now, Viv." Pauly announced then asked, "Is there anything you need before I leave?"
She lifted her hand and with a twist of her wrist gave Pauly a signal to leave and replied, "I'm good, Pauly."
"Okay, well," Pauly took a step back, "I'll be back in a couple hours."
"Okie dokie." she sang, unable to relieve her eyes of the gathering story on the television.
Pauly nodded then left to the back of the house.
Vivian continued to sit and watch the vampire romanticism play out. She heard Pauly leave. She not once got up from her comfortable spot on the sofa. She sipped her drink and sucked her strawberry. There were moments she giggled in response to the representation of what vampires looked like. Quite happy she was that vampires in no way looked as those old classic films portrayed.
The film not quite halfway through, the house's old doorbell chimed.
Vivian's shoulders shrugged, Pauly wasn't home to answer the damned door. Her lips puckered with annoyance. She shook her head, no way was she going to get up off that sofa to answer the damned door. No, whoever it was, she determined, would just go back the way they came and leave her the hell alone. She wasn't in any mood to have some bible banger ringing the doorbell in hopes of saving her soul when it was already tagged for a one way ticket into hell. And, thankfully, the doorbell ceased its chiming.
She plucked another strawberry off the tray then tucked it between her lips, bit the very tip segment off and rolled it about her tongue as she sucked the juices. Her eyes widened as they focused on the continuance of Christopher Lee's determined pursuit. She pulled back the strawberry then brought the glass of gin and tonic to her lips and very slowly sipped.
Her eyes slowly frowned then left brow lifted. There was a strange sense that she wasn't alone. Her eyes shifted one direction then the other. Slowly her lips made a curious pucker.
Why did she have such an odd sense?
She heard no one enter the house. Obviously Pauly wasn't back yet. Yet, she had a distinct feeling she was definitely not alone.
She dropped the half sucked strawberry onto the tray then set the gin and tonic on the end table. Great, she thought, someone seriously decided to break into a vampire's lair.
She slowly brought her feet down from the ottoman and paused the movie. She listened closely to the silence of the house, heard every little creak throughout with her keen vampire hearing.
