She Drins as Much as I Do

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I finished my drink and stretched my arms across the couch I was parked on, surveying the party. My eyes stopped on a tall blonde with spiral curls falling down her back, it looked like she put too much time into her appearance. She wore a skimpy red dress, and pumps. She looked like she belonged in a club, not some sketchy house party.

I deduct immediately that she is grabbing for attention. She's talking to some other girl but looks uninterested. I notice she's looking around too, doing the same thing I'm doing, trying to find someone attractive to win my affections for the night. Why else would she be dressed up like it's fucking prom night? You can tell a lot about a girl's mood from what she's wearing. She dug through her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, removing one from the pack. She said something to her friend, and I saw her turn to walk outside.

I followed behind her. There were a few people outside on the front lawn drinking when I step out. She stood on the porch; her unlit cigarette pinched between her lips. She was digging through her purse, trying to use the small outdoor light to see inside of it.

"Need a lighter?" I held one out to her. She looked up at me and I saw her eyes light up. She stepped closer to me and took the cigarette out of her mouth. "Yes, please." She took another step closer and put the cigarette between her lips. This chick actually wanted me to light her cigarette. Okay, sure. I lit it and she inhaled deeply, eyeing me up and down.

"Thank you."

I lit one of my own.

"Sure thing."

I noticed again how tall this girl is, I'm taller still, but standing at nearly 6'2 she's only a little below eye level with me. She looked around a shyly.

"What's your name?"

Her big blue eyes darted back to me.

"I'm Katelyn."

"I'm Mikey, that's a really nice-"

Before I could finish my sentence, it felt like I got hit in the face by a bulldozer. I crumpled to the porch, trying to pull myself back to the mortal world because surely, I was ascending to meet my maker, why else would I be spinning this fast. I saw the light, and it was beautiful. It was just above me, just out of reach. But it was also covered with moths. Because it's the porch light. Shit. I looked up and took in the hulk-like frame of the guy looming over me. The girl pulled on his shoulder, presumably to drag him away.

"He was just letting me use a fucking lighter, Brad!"

I get a good look at Brad and decide it's best I maintain my position on the ground and consider curling up like a possum and pretending I'm deceased.

"I saw the way he looked at you. Fucking asshole."

Yes, Brad, I am the asshole. This is a wonderful end to my evening, a wallop to the jaw. I may be tall, but I don't have the muscles Brad has. He seemed to flex them over me, like a fucking gorilla asserting its dominance. Finally, the girl pulled him away successfully and they stepped back into the house, Brad slamming the sliding glass door behind him. The glass door bounced and didn't shut, so he slammed it again with a growl. Fuck you,

Brad.

Okay, so I was wrong about the girl, definitely not here to find a potential suitor. A couple people stared at the situation in awe for a few moments, then went back to mingling. What a horrible crowd, no cheering, and definitely no protesting Brad's decision to give me a haymaker. I look around for my cigarette and locate it wedged between two planks of the deck. Then I spotted the girl's cigarette, still lit. I stick both in my mouth before dragging myself upright. I immediately spied a bottle of vodka, carelessly abandoned by a partygoer on the porch steps. Half-full, no lid on it but it was free of bugs, beautiful, glowing, ethereal. I did something resembling the Catholic hand movement for the cross from my forehead to my chest and grabbed the bottle, making a hasty exit around the house and to my car.

On my way home I realized, I have to piss, god I have to piss. I turned into the abandoned building parking lot, my car tires crunching against the gravel. I left my car running and stepped out of it, stumbling around as I tried my best not to urinate all over myself. I zipped up my pants and stepped back into the car and drove forward to make a 'U' turn.

Suddenly, I saw someone run in front of my car. I slammed on my breaks and looked at the girl standing in my headlights. My heart was pounding, and I exhaled deeply. She waved frantically, yelling something. I threw my car in park again and opened the door, stepping outside.

"Are you okay?" I called loudly. She looked terrified as she paced over to me. "You have to help me. Some guy is trying to attack me!" I then noticed the cut on her lip. "Oh, shit-" My head swam from all of the liquor I've drank. The car door was between me and her, she stepped forward and grabbed onto it, seeming unsteady on her feet.

"Are you hurt? Is it bad?"

"Yes, it's bad! He tried to kill me!" She almost shouted. Her face contorted as if she was about to cry. "Where is he? Is he here?" I looked around the area. What the fuck was she doing out here? This was a completely abandoned old flour manufacturing plant. Was she a homeless person? I glanced down and saw that she was wearing a tank top, light jacket and a jean skirt. No backpack or crackpipe in sight.

Fuck, I'm absolutely wasted, if I have to call the cops I'm screwed. The last thing I need is a DUI. She used the door to support herself as she moved around it to get closer to me. I reached forward and grabbed under her arms, she stumbled, putting all her weight on me.

"What is it? Your legs?"

She let out a whine. She sounded almost overly dramatic.

Her body pressed against mine, she was warm. She smelled like green apples and soap.

"Thank god you're here, I thought I was going to die." She roped her arms around my neck and leaned back to look me in the eyes. She's absolutely gorgeous. She had dark features, prominent eyebrows and full lips. Her eyes were a dark brown and narrowed, piercing into mine.

She pressed her chest against me, I couldn't help but look down her tank top to see the thin lacey bra that was underneath, not doing a great job of containing her tits. My head swam with my drunkenness. I felt her fingers move up and spear the hair on the back of my head, grasping it lightly.

What the fuck?

She licked her lips.

What the fuck?

"D-do you want me to take you to a hospital?"

Is this actually happening? I felt her leg shift up my side, I instinctively grabbed her bare thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch. I heard a low groan come from and she parted her lips.

"You smell good." Her terrified shaky voice morphed into a sexy purring.

What is going on? Why is a hot girl in the middle of nowhere pressed against me right now? Am I about to get robbed? Is her boyfriend going to kill me? Is her boyfriend

Brad

?

My thoughts stopped very abruptly when she moved upwards on her toes and pressed her lips against mine. She deepened the kiss and I found myself letting her. She tasted like cigarettes and spearmint, but maybe the cigarette part was me. She rocked her hips against me, and I gripped her thigh tighter, my other hand finding her ass to squeeze. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and bit it, hard. That would have hurt a lot more if I wasn't drunk. I tasted blood, my blood or hers from the cut on her lip? I had no idea. She moaned into my mouth and I felt my growing erection press against her center. She broke the kiss, panting, I could feel her chest heaving. I felt baffled, trying to sink myself into the reality of the situation. How is this real?

"So fucking good-"

She shoved me hard and I fell into my car, unable to balance myself in my drunken stupor. My upper back pressed against the cup holder and the gear shift uncomfortably but before I could move, she had ripped off her jacket and was straddling me. Her lips were on my neck, biting and sucking. Her fingertips found their way under my shirt and she raked her nails across my skin.

"Oh fuck-" I gasped. She pushed herself against my erection, moaning into my ear and letting out hot, panting breaths. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see the tiny pair of black panties underneath. I fumbled to grab her tits. I felt her nipples through the tank top as I squeezed. She groaned and suddenly her hands roughly grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the passenger's seat.

"Do you want me?"

She looked me in the eyes, her features shadowed. I could barely see her silhouette with the only light being a lone streetlamp in the parking lot and a full moon outside. I saw her tits heave with her hard breaths, her long brunette hair stuck to her neck and chest from sweat. I felt how hot she was between her legs. Her wetness was soaking through her panties and my jeans.

"Yes- fuck yes-" I tried not to sound too eager. I could not believe my luck, one bad thing happening this evening had to be balanced out with one good thing. Ying or fucking yang I wasn't sure which to thank but holy shit, this is amazing. I was about to unzip my pants, but she did it for me, she slid her hand underneath my waistband and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I felt myself nearly throb in her grip and she nibbled on her lip in concentration, I moved my jeans and boxers lower so she could pull me out.

"A condom-uh I-" I tried to protest, but she pulled her panties to the side and moved her hips upward, guiding the tip to press against her entrance.

Holy shit, god knows what kind of disease this girl could have, if she's on birth control, I can't fuck her raw. But, any thoughts of stopping her were interrupted as she slid herself down on my cock, burying it inside of her completely with a deep moan. I looked up at her and saw a big smirk spread across her face, pure fucking bliss, like she had been dying for this. She was soaked, I could feel her liquids dripping down. The smell of her pussy filled my car and god it was so fucking good, salty with the mixture of whatever scent she wore of green apples. Is this a dream? Did I die after that punch?

"You're so big-fuck, you filled me right up-" I tried to ignore her dirty talk which bordered on a resemblance of bad acting in porn. She was tight and completely soaked. This was it, the best pussy I've ever had. The hottest girl I have ever seen. I don't even know her name, but I may ask for her hand in marriage after this.

Her hips moved as she began to bounce up and down. The wet sounds of her fucking filled the silence the abandoned area held just moments before. I grabbed her thighs and dug my fingers in, she was in complete control, for once in my life there was nothing I needed to do. She bounced faster and faster, her moans becoming more erratic. She was clumsy trying to move quickly to gain as much friction as possible. I pushed my hips upwards to thrust deeper into her and she responded with a deep moan and the sounds of her slamming down on me got louder.

"Fuck- oh my god it feels so fucking good-" She whimpered. She was really starting to overdo it with the porn star voice. Her fingers dug into my shoulders for stability as she bucked her hips wildly. She was going to cum, I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around my dick. I watched as her eyes rolled back and she struggled to keep up the rhythmic bouncing, her legs started shaking and she bit down on her lower lip to try and stifle the loud moan that tore through her as she orgasmed. I moved my hips, continuing to slam into her as she came. I've never been so sure a girl wasn't faking it. Her pussy tightened and throbbed so hard it was the tightest hole my dick has ever been in. Her body spasmed and twitched. I felt myself about to lose it, she collapsed against me and pressed her lips against my neck sucking softly.

Her mouth latched down on my neck and the pain mixed with the pleasure of me pumping into her sent me over the edge. My last thought was, I should probably pull out, but her body was pressed against mine too hard. She dug her teeth deeper as I blew my load inside of her. I felt her moan against my neck, grinding her hips and making my sensitive dick twitch and throb inside of her. Then her teeth dug so deep the pressure suddenly gave way to intense pain.

"Ouch!" I reached to shove her away, but she wouldn't budge. She dug her teeth in more and the intense pain was then becoming unbearable. "Fuck stop!" I yelled. I started to struggle, and she didn't move. I was panicking. I reached and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling with all my force. I sat up and she latched onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck like a parasite sinking in hooks. I yanked her hair back hard and only felt her bite down harder. I started to scream. Her hand slapped over my mouth, muffling my cry.

I could feel the blood trickling down my neck. I heard the sound of deep gulps coming from her throat. She was drinking my fucking blood from my neck! Was this really happening? My vision blurred. I wanted to stand and fight harder, but I was too weak, too drunk. I felt the vibration of her moans on my neck and she started to buck her hips. Suddenly her mouth released me, and she threw her head back. Her body shook violently, and her thighs squeezed around waist. She yelped and grabbed my hair, pulling it hard as her body spasmed and she screamed out in ecstasy. She breathed hard; I was frozen in fear as I watched her come down from whatever climax she'd just reached.

"You are delicious. Aren't I lucky?" She panted and I couldn't quite see her eyes in the dark, they looked like black orbs. She darted forward and I felt her tongue on the side of my neck, licking up and down my skin. I smelled blood. My blood.

I woke up to the sun blinding me. I looked at the cloth ceiling of my car, confused. My head was pounding with the migraine that overtook every sense.

Yep

, I'm going to puke. I sat up and lurched forward, finding that the door to my car was open already. I vomited out the contents of my stomach, being whatever, I had drunk last night.

It took me a very long moment of thinking hard before I remembered how I got here. I looked down at my shirt and with horror I noticed I was covered in blood. That really fucking happened, that wasn't a nightmare. Some absolute lunatic bitch bit me. What the hell was she on? Fucking bath salts? I'm going to need a shit ton of shots. I probably have hepatitis, rabies, and god knows what else.

I swiveled in my seat and pulled down my car visor to look in the mirror. My entire neck was covered with dried blood. Multiple small puncture wounds covered where her teeth sunk in. Only... they looked nothing like human teeth marks. My eyes suddenly fell on a figure in the back seat of my car through the mirror. I whipped around quickly, to see the girl. She was passed out, laying across the seats. I held back a scream as I sprang out of my car.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit." I backed away. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I looked into my car and saw my phone sitting on the passenger's seat. I

have

to call the police. I reached into the car to grab my phone when her hand suddenly slammed down onto my forearm and gripped it hard. I turned my head, my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes wide.

"What the fuck did you drink last night? My head is killing me." Her voice sounded hoarse.

I stared at the girl, in the daylight now. Her dark brown hair looked wild, stuck to her body from her sweat. She was tan, her dark brows furrowed as I stared. Her face was still gorgeous, like a fucking model. A psychotic model. The cut on her lip was gone. How? Her vice-like grip on my arm tightened painfully.

"Wh-" I started to say. She raised an eyebrow, the patience of a predator stalking prey.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I croaked.

Her eyes started to scan around the car. Then her head swiveled around as she glanced outside of the windows. I tried to pull my arm away, but her grip tightened excruciatingly. "We have to get out of here and clean your car." I looked down to see a pool of blood on my seat. I must have been bleeding from my neck while I was passed out. "-and clean you." Her eyes scanned over me.

I reached for my phone with my other hand and she grabbed it off of the seat so fast I hardly saw her other arm move. "Get in the car." She deadpanned. My eyes locked on her dark brown ones. Something was not right about this girl, something was extremely wrong, and it didn't seem like drugs. I twisted my arm and tried to escape her grip, but her fingers were not letting go. It was an unnatural amount of strength. Who the fuck-what the fuck is this girl?

"I said get in the car!" She yanked my arm so hard my entire body followed. I stumbled into the car and sat down in the driver's seat. She let go of my hand to reach around and shut the door for me. She started climbing from the back seat to the front seat. I reached for the door handle and suddenly her fingers speared through my hair and pulled hard. "Ow-fuck!" I screamed a lot more shrilly that I'd like to admit.

"You aren't stronger than me, and you aren't getting out of this car. You're going to do what I tell you to do." Her voice was too stern and creeped me the fuck out. I have to

get out

of this car, or this psychopath could kill me. I decided I had no other option except force. I reared back my elbow. I expected my elbow to slam into her face, but she swiveled around so fast the blow didn't connect. Before I knew what was happening, she was on top of my lap in the driver's seat, she pulled the lever and the back of my chair slammed down to a reclined position. Her hands gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head. I thrashed and tried to escape her grip; she was a fucking girl! She was 130lbs tops, why the fuck can't I fight her!

"Let me go!" I shouted at her. She lifted my wrists and slammed them down again. "STOP, fucking STRUGGLING!" She yelled back. I froze and locked eyes with her. "Please don't kill me-" I whispered. I sounded like a pleading bitch, but fear overtook every rational thought in my head.

"Listen, I'm not going to kill you. I'm not even supposed to be here, but you drank so fucking much that your blood got me completely wasted and I passed out."

"Why were you drinking my blood?!" I nearly screamed, still struggling against her pinning my wrists.

"Because I

had

to." She said calmly. I stopped struggling and stared at her. "What were you doing in the parking lot of an abandoned building anyways?" Her snark caught me off guard, a prickle of irritation burrowed to the forefront of my mind.

"How in the actual

fuck

is this my fault! YOU drank

my

blood?!"

She sneered in response, her head swiveling to observe the area once more.

"Are you on drugs? This has to be a fucking joke."

Her full lips curled back to reveal a row of sharp teeth, that seemed to be in front of a row of human teeth. My eyes widened in horror. I wanted to retch. The row of sharp teeth then retracted up into her gums, and they were then no longer visible. This had to be a low-budget horror movie, the kind where some dumb horny bastard gets seduced by a monster who kills him to suck the youth out of him or some shit.

"Oh my god."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but I somehow knew it wouldn't do any good. There was a long moment of silence. "You're a vampire. What the

fuck.

" I said, my voice hoarse and throat grating from the dryness. This is a horrible movie, really. Like rotten tomatoes record breaking terrible.

"Not really. I don't know, maybe? Something like that." She said dismissively. What? How the hell is that response so uncertain? You don't know if you're an undead creature of the night?