Author's Note:
Kya the vampire first appeared in a story I published on Literotica titled "Existence in the Shadows". This is not a continuation but a separate tale in Kya's undead existence as she searches for blood and lesbian love.
The motion picture, "The Pianist", was my inspiration for the middle section that explores the relationship between Martine and Kya. Against the backdrop of terrible human suffering, love, intimacy and compassion can exist in a world gone mad.
Warning: This story contains graphic passages of violence, blood sucking and F/F sex.
Finally, my deepest gratitude goes to my editor, Janiexx, for polishing and refining my story. Her contribution is invaluable and I extend my heartfelt thanks.
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With her ultra sensitive hearing Kya heard the anguished cries for help. The hysterical female voice interrupted her feeding and she looked up in the direction of the sound. Something in the manner and tone of the pleas affected Kya. One of the cardinal rules for a lone vampire was not to get involved with the living, with the prey.
Kya had broken that tenet on numerous occasions by engaging in liaisons with both men and women. Some lasted for a night, yet others a week, a month, sometimes two.
Although an unusual occurrence among her kind, Kya's human emotions remained intact after her conversion and proved to be both a blessing and a curse.
Kya gazed at her victim, undecided on what to do. The young man looked serene but the wounds on his neck trickled a tiny amount of blood as she had just started the feeding process. She should ignore the cries for help and continue until her thirst was slacked but the human side of her was exerting its control.
Since her arrival in Philadelphia, she'd frequented the clubs on Delaware Avenue. The establishments were a veritable smorgasbord of young men and women for a hungry blood sucker
Whilst nearly invisible in the dark corners of the crowded nightclub, Kya had spotted her quarry across the bar. A handsome and strapping young man, she entranced him with her beauty when she walked towards him.
"Hello pretty lady..." he'd grinned.
As corny a line as Kya ever heard but she had one motive only and when he gazed into her gleaming eyes, he suddenly felt very peaceful and detached from his surroundings.
Under Kya's hypnotic suggestion, he'd guided her to his car and it was meal time. Anyone passing by the auto would assume that the two people inside were making out and nothing more.
However, Kya detested feeding on the living and rarely drained a victim until they expired. They usually awoke disoriented and weak, not remembering what happened.
The sounds of distress grew in intensity and Kya reacted, covering the distance with unnatural speed. She spied a black SUV and two shapes, one much larger than the other, engaged in an intense struggle.
"Get the fuck off me! Help! Somebody, help me!" the female voice screamed.
Kya lunged at the burly male attacker and threw him to the ground. The young woman gaped at Kya with an expression of total surprise.
"He tried to force me into his car..." the young women cried and buried her face in her hands.
Kya heard the man behind her and whirled around to face him. He was over six feet tall and 200 pounds, a sizable specimen but no challenge for an angry vampire.
"You fuckin' bitch...I'm gonna break you in half!" he yelled as he charged her.
With her lightning reflexes, Kya sidestepped him and using his forward motion easily threw him into the car door, head first. The sickening sound of flesh and bone meeting metal reverberated in the air. As he lay motionless on the ground, she could hear his ragged breathing and reasoned that he probably had a concussion from the impact.
Kya turned in the direction of the car and the astonished looks of the young woman. Her top and skirt were torn but she looked none the worse for wear.
"How'd you...I mean you threw that creep..."
"Are you alright?" Kya asked with her lovely accent.
"Yeah but no thanks to that bastard," she declared and kicked the motionless form.
The girl gathered her purse from the asphalt and flipped open her cell phone.
"I should call 911..." she said in a teary voice, but before she could dial the sound of a police siren could be heard in the distance. Someone had seen the melee in the parking lot and already called.
Kya was ready to make a hasty exit. The last thing she wanted was the cops nosing around.
"Let's get outta here...I've got some coke in my purse...my apartment's not far from here...we'll be safe there," the young woman pleaded.
Kya reluctantly accepted the invitation.
Because Kya was a mortal during the Victorian era, she had a hard time understanding why young people felt the need for mind altering chemicals. But it was a sure sign of the times that she started to notice in the mid 1960s
Kya followed the girl to her car, her instincts telling her to leave, but curiosity, that most powerful of human emotions, was exerting a powerful tug on her.
The young woman was visibly shaking as she took the wheel, unable to get the key in the ignition. The sound of the sirens was growing nearer and forced Kya to take charge when the girl fainted with her head against the steering wheel. Cradling the frail figure in her arms, she ran to the nearest alley and the comfort of the shadows.
As Kya hid, she gazed at the youthful face of the girl. With her slim body, raven hair and strikingly pretty features, she looked very much like the British singer, Amy Winehouse. As her nether regions started to warm, she realized that she was attracted to the girl.
Kya went through the young hottie's purse until she found her photo drivers license with the address. Almost immediately, she caught the flashing lights of the police cars in her field of vision and with the figure in her grasp, took off.
Kya found the girl's apartment on a quiet side street. Inside, she procured a wet towel and tenderly wiped the sleeping face. The young woman reminded her of someone, someone from the past but for the moment it eluded her. Slowly the eyes opened and a smile graced the lips.
"Thank you..." she whispered.
As she became more oriented to her surroundings, the lovely girl looked around and realized she was in her apartment.
"How on earth did we get here?"
"I carried you," Kya answered.
"All the way from the club...but that's impossible..."
"Not for me..." Kya replied.
The girl gazed with wonder at the sexy vampiress. She was nattily attired like most of the young women who frequented the clubs with skin tight jeans, spaghetti strap T shirt and designer shoes. But, her unearthly beauty was captivating, the long brunette hair, alabaster skin, glittery dark eyes and...pointy teeth?
"I'm Diane," the young women said shyly.
"Kya," the pretty vampire returned.
"That's an interesting name. What nationality is it?" Diane asked curiously.
"It's of African origin," Kya replied in her British accent.
"African? But, you sound like you're from England..."
"A long time ago, I lived there..."
"A long time ago? You don't look old enough to be in the clubs. Are you even twenty years old?" Diane asked.
"I assure you, I'm a lot older than I look..." Kya said.
She watched the effect her hypnotic, soothing voice was having on the other girl and saw a range of emotions pass across Diane's face. Did she have any idea who she was dealing with, Kya wondered? Or maybe she thought the tantalizing seductress was one of those Goth idiots who pretend to be vampires, complete with fake fangs...
Now that Diane appeared to be sufficiently recovered, Kya got up to leave, the less contact she had with the human race the better.
"I must be on my way," Kya stated.
"Please don't go," Diane begged.
The earnest look on the girl's face appealed to Kya. Not since her brief encounter with Brianna had she experienced the incredible feeling of warmth that sex brought to her otherwise empty body.
But Kya's blood lust had been not been sated and she needed to find a new victim. The dawn of a new day was only a couple of hours away, time was running out.
"Don't go Kya...please?" Diane implored.
"I must...I...need to do something before..."
"It's the middle of the night. Can't it wait?" Diane asked earnestly.
The girl's appeal stirred Kya's human emotions but her growing need was fast approaching intolerable. On the extremely rare occasion that she waited too long, Kya would lose control and suck her victim dry, causing their death.
"Do you know what I am?" Kya asked, breaking another rule of the undead.
"Yes, I know what you are..." Diane said, catching Kya off-guard.
"Than you know what I am capable of..." Kya stated forcefully.