The first night of my turning was like any other in my post-college life. I got home late from another late night from the advertising firm of Walker & Pete where I worked as a junior advertising executive. I kicked off my sensible heels and tiredly strode into my bedroom where I stripped off my work uniform. This was not accomplished with the sexy tease of my misspent college years when I worked as a stripper. Instead I peeled off the conservative gray skirt suit with all the finesse of a sleepy 25-year-old young professional. What was sexy was the black lace push-up bra that cradled my 36C breasts, matching thong and garter belt that held up my black thigh highs. I had dressed all seductively for Eric, my boyfriend, since we had plans to go out. At least we had plans to go out until he e-mailed me that he would be working very late and would have to reschedule.
I was thinking about my disappointment and weighing the pros and cons of sleeping versus masturbating as I unhooked the bra and let it fall onto my bed. As the chill of my apartment bit into my nipples I was startled by a quiet knock at the door of my apartment. I threw on a robe, a silk Chinese styled number my brother had picked up for me during a port call in Hong Kong. I opened my door expecting to be pleasantly surprised by Eric; he could be such a romantic!
Instead an older gentleman, who appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties, greeted me. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit and his hair and hands were obviously carefully manicured. I noticed that he was pale, as if he came from northeastern Europe and only saw the Sun once every six months. He spoke in a very formal mode of English in a heavy accent that sounded like a mixture of European and Middle Eastern training. "Excuse me, dear Miss. But my automobile has suffered some mechanical problems. May I trouble you for your telephone?"
I stared, bound by his marvelous marble gray eyes and could do nothing from uttering a coarse "Uh-huh" and stepping out of his way. As he passed by me I felt an icy shudder that sent waves of excitement throughout my body, moistening my cunt and erecting my nipples. "L...let" I hadn't stumbled when speaking to a boy since high school, and I felt supremely embarrassed. "Let me show you where it is." Once I made the offer he stopped and turned around and smiled at me. It was then that I noticed his fangs. A shudder of fear rippled through me, but this only served to heighten my excitement. He took a step towards me and placed one hand, confidently like he was stroking a new pet, on my cheek. I closed my eyes, sighed deeply and followed his hand with my cheek as he pulled his hand away; turning my face so fluidly and elegantly that I was not aware that I was presenting my neck to him.
"Ah...what a beautiful neck you have young one. The great masters themselves would have fought to the death to paint your long, slender neck." As visions of Leonardo and Michelangelo fighting to a bloody end invaded my mind I felt his cold breath on my neck followed by his cold yet supple lips as he traced a path up to my ear. "What is your name?" He whispered in my ear.
"Ka...Kallisti, my Liege." Even in my stupor I wondered why I was starting to use such a formal tone. His hands traced paths around my body, yet he did not try to reach inside my robe. I was pretty sure that I would do nothing to stop such an advance.
"Ah...the mythical golden apple of beauty. You are aptly named my dear." His voice rang in my head as he moved away from my ear and back down to my neck. Once again I felt his lips, and then the gentle tickle of his fangs as he explored for the perfect spot. Then, in a flash I felt the searing pain of a predator's teeth seeking into his prey's flesh. I felt my blood flow, feeding his need and hunger. Finally he slipped his hands into my robe and deftly pushed it off my shoulders, letting it float gently to the ground. He was surprisingly gentle with my body; caressing the small of my back, teasing my nipples with his fingertips or lightly spanking my ass. After about fifteen minutes of providing both food and entertainment my world slipped into darkness.
