A Vampire Tale With A Twist Pt 03

Angela was too afraid of saying the wrong thing, to say a single word to Eztli, following their most recent conversation. For the longest time, all she could think about was the warning he gave her and that kept ringing out inside her mind, loud and clear, "If you don't complete your transformation, fräulein, I will kill you myself." Did he know how terrified those words made her? She believed he did, indeed she felt certain he derived a kind of dark satisfaction from her terror, because he kept smirking at her, each time he caught her stealing glances at him. The look of cool superiority in his amazing vampire eyes, coupled with the subtle twist of his perfect lips, was simply breathtaking, causing her steps to falter on more than one occasion, as she followed him from one darkened alleyway to another, in search of prey.

This, then, explained why Angela never considered running away, despite how terrified she felt. The pull Eztli exerted on her was far too strong to allow such thoughts to form in her head, keeping her leashed to him more securely than if he had shackled her and placed her in chains. She could feel this bond clearly, though she could not see it. All she could see, while glancing at him furtively in the darkness, was his clean profile, the masculine angle of his jawline, and those wicked lips twisting upward in a smile. No, not a smile. A smirk.

"Try and keep up, fräulein," he said, on catching her staring at him yet again. "We still have some way to go, and the night is almost over."

She wanted to ask him where they were going and why they could not take the train, or a taxi, but her fear of him held her back. No stupid questions, Angela. She told herself, firmly. In response, she saw him smirk again, while staring straight ahead. He was not even looking at her and yet, he was reading her mind! How infuriating.

"No, fräulein," he intoned, coldly. "What's infuriating is how much you're letting your mind wonder, instead of focusing on the task at hand. It makes me want to whip you. Hard."

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

Angela thought, picturing him doing just that. She had to admit, the thought did not just scare her - it excited her, too. And that was messed up, seriously messed up, like some of the other things he did to her earlier, inside his dungeon.

He slowed his step as she thought this and turned his steely, blue-grey gaze on her.

"Face the wall and put your hands on it, above your head," he ordered, his handsome face set in an expressionless mask, making him impossible to read. Since they were in a narrow alleyway with a wall on either side of them, the order should have been easy to comply with, but being nervous, Angela took longer than necessary to turn around.

"Hurry up," he snapped, grabbing hold of her wrists and dragging her into position forcibly, making her yelp - the first sound she made in a while.

"I'm sorry, Eztli," she said in a small voice, as he placed both her palms against the brick wall and stepped back quickly. "I promise I'll.... Aaaah!"

The sharp, stinging pain across her back shocked her, the more so because it was totally unexpected. Tremblingly, she turned her head, trying to look behind her - and felt a second lick of searing pain, undiminished by the shiny fabric of the coat he had made her wear.

"Aaaaah! Fuuuck!" she screamed, as the sting spread between her shoulder blades in a neat, diagonal line.

"Silence," Eztli said, before striking her again, with great force. Unable to make a sound, Angela shook violently and clawed at the wall in front of her, wanting nothing more than to collapse on her knees and curl up into a ball. That, however, would mean showing weakness and breaking the first order he gave her. Two things she did not dare to do, on the pain of death.

"Very good, fräulein," he remarked, in passing. "At last, you're starting to think like a vampire."

He carried on whipping her - quickly, methodically and so brutally, it took only seconds for Angela's skin to split open and for blood to ooze out, causing her coat to stick to her back. He was not using a real whip, she realized as she jerked in agony, because there was no sound of leather cracking and no pause between strokes, either. No, the 'whip' he was using was made of pure energy, which he wielded with great precision and which she felt a lot more keenly than a regular whip. Not that she had any previous experience of being whipped, to compare it to. That was what made it all the more difficult to withstand the harsh punishment, and what made her want to beg for mercy. Only, he had rendered her silent, preventing her from doing so. All she could do - all he wanted to see her do, it seemed - was to shake and jerk before him, and this she did to his utmost satisfaction, dancing to the rhythm that he set, for several long, agonizing minutes.

When, finally, he stopped and spun her back around to face him, she was broken. She trembled before him with her head bowed, cringing from his touch yet offering no resistance as he ran his hand along the back of her neck, slowly.

"Look at me, Angela," he ordered, and she did so instantly, tilting her face up to him and allowing him to cup the back of her head in one large hand. His tenderness surprised her, for she had expected him to still be angry with her. Yet his stunning features were anything but angry as he gazed down on her calmly, contemplatively.

"You may speak again, if you want to."

It was not a question hence she saw no need to respond. She merely whimpered, then bit her lip to stifle any further sounds of pain, which she felt might upset him. There was nothing she could do about the trembling, though. It was a reflection of the pain and the fear he had made her feel, and of her wild attraction to him, on top of that. An attraction that she felt every time she was in his presence and especially while standing so close to him. The very sight, touch, and smell of him made her so aroused, in fact, that she was at risk of expiring at that very moment. She would blame it on the whipping, she decided - and as she thought this, he smiled that same carefree, irresistible smile he used when he wanted to be charming.

"Mein fräulein, I've made you tremble in fear," he said, pointing out the obvious. "And you know, I wouldn't blame you if that was all you felt, right now. Plenty of my playthings have accused me of being a monster, after I dished out such treatment to them, as I just did to you. But not you, hm? You still desire me, maybe even more than before. I can see it in your eyes and read it in your mind, too. Your desperately confused mind."

Despite her best efforts, Angela could not suppress the second whimper that escaped her while listening to him speak. She hated herself for it, but the truth was, she was finding it increasingly difficult to focus, with him looking at her so intensely, so... hungrily - while her back still burned from the whipping he gave her, making her wince in pain every time she moved.

"Please, Eztli," she whispered, trying not to sway on her feet. "Let me lean on you for just a moment. I only need a moment, then I can go on..."

"Oh, I'll do a lot better than that, fräulein," he murmured. He let her place her hands on his chest while he unbuttoned her shiny black coat with a sure hand. Then he was peeling it off her and spinning her around, naked, so he could push her face-first against the wall once more. Angela moaned and shook uncontrollably when he did that, but he was quick to reassure her, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not going to whip you again, right now."

On the verge of collapse, Angela felt his energy envelop her and pull her up, higher and higher, until her feet were kicking in the air, some distance off the ground. In the next moment he was leaning in close and inspecting her wounds, while inhaling appreciatively. Straightaway, she realized what he was about to do and thus, she was not surprised when he started licking her. What surprised her was the way her body responded when he ran his tongue over the cruel cuts, slowly. She knew he was tasting her blood, and it should have horrified her, except it did not. Instead, she felt aroused, a feeling that grew with each long, languid lick. It did not matter that she still felt the pain, as well. Indeed, it seemed to make everything that much more intense, for reasons not yet clear to her.

"Would you like me to explain to you why you're so hopelessly aroused right now?" he asked, as he took hold of her hips and pressed the tip of his hard cock against her dripping pussy. When did he pull it out, she wondered - and when did she get so very, very wet? She jerked slightly in anticipation, a delicious shiver running through her. Meanwhile, Eztli went on huskily,

"I'll take that as a yes. You're aroused, fräulein, because you like me doing horrible things to you. Right now, this confuses you. You can't reconcile your arousal, with all the pain and fear you're feeling. You don't understand, yet, how much the pain and fear feed into your excitement, but you will... yes, you will, and soon. I can promise you this, if nothing else."

He paused in order to pull her head back and kiss her, and while he did so, he speared her deep, making her legs jerk, with the toes pointing straight down. Unable to touch the ground, Angela felt as though he was impaling her on his cock, and she moaned into his mouth long and loud, until he slipped her his tongue and made her suck on it. Moments later, he broke the kiss and began to fuck her hard, pushing her against the brick wall with each thrust, so that she cried out as her torso, breasts and nipples were rubbed raw. It was no use begging him to go easy on her, however. Knowing Eztli, he was doing it quite deliberately. Besides, compared to the pain across her back, the rubbing along her front was nothing. A minor discomfort, at best.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! Fuuuck! Fuuuck!" she cried, as loudly as she dared, half expecting him to shut her up with another terse command. Instead, he laughed, his deep, sexy voice reverberating in the narrow alleyway, adding to her sense of helplessness.

"Yes, that's right. You are helpless," he purred, taking the tempo up another notch. "And I have more bad news for you, fräulein. Once you accept who and what you are, that's when you'll really become addicted to this. You'll like it so much the very thought of sweet caresses will make your stomach turn."

"Noooo!" she howled, in protest. In response, he pulled her head to one side and sank his incisors into her neck. She did not even get a chance to cry out and already, the strange mixture of pain and pleasure was spreading from the bite, like poison, inflaming her beyond all reason. As it spread, her words of protest died on her lips and her body went limp, the same as every other time he had fed on her. And just as every other time, she was soon coming hard, her eyes rolling behind her closed eyelids as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Eztli kept fucking her while she climaxed, never slackening the pace and never allowing himself the same release. She could not guess why he was holding back, she could only quiver and climax repeatedly, even as he drained her of most of her blood, leaving her quite depleted. After what seemed like an eternity, he raised his head and pulled out of her, but he did not release her from his dark energy. Keeping her suspended, he spun her around, then took a step back. Angela's head lolled weakly as he ejaculated all over her front, covering her liberally in sticky white spunk. She was too far gone to make even a tiny sound of protest, a fact that did not seem to concern him in the slightest.

"Mmhmm... my cum looks great against your red skin," he noted with a sadistic chuckle. He ran a long fingernail through it, directly over her breast, then gave her a light slap. "Wake up, mein fräulein, and try to look alive. Your next meal is about to arrive."

With that, he whirled around, his long black cloak billowing behind him as he glided away and disappeared down the darkened alleyway, in the direction from which they had come. Angela panicked for a moment, until she realized she could still feel his presence, even as his energy field collapsed around her, causing her to fall onto the pavement in a heap. That was when she realized, too, just how weak she was. Shakily, she lifted her head and saw him watching her out of the darkness, which to regular human eyes would be impenetrable. Then, from behind her, she heard voices, and she knew what he meant when he said her next meal was about to arrive. Determined not to disappoint him, she rolled over onto her back and let out a soft cry,

"Help... someone help me."

*************

The men ran over to Angela, responding to her cry for help quite quickly and enthusiastically, it seemed. For a second, as they bent over her, she worried that she would not be able to hurt them. They were so young and full of life, all three of them. Such nice young men that she could not imagine taking their...

"Hey, sweet cheeks, whatcha doin' out here on your own, at this time of night?" one of the men said, interrupting her train of thought. He leaned down closer, taking in her voluptuous body, spread out naked and vulnerable, before him.

"Gimme some light, man," he said, reminding her that it was a dark night and that they could not see her anywhere near as well as she could see them. One of the man's friends produced a small flashlight and flicked it on. When they shone it on her, she was blinded momentarily, but she heard their chorus of wolf-whistles and by this, she knew they had clocked Eztli's cum covering her, and that it made their minds track in a certain direction. Still, she wanted to give them every chance to do the right thing and with this in mind, she told them in a shaky voice,

"I was walking home... after work... someone attacked me... Will you find my clothes and help me get back, please?"

"You mean this thing?" the third man asked, holding up her shiny black PVC coat. One did not need to see her wearing it, to work out that it was barely long enough to cover her buttocks. This, coupled with the absence of any other clothes, made them put two and two together almost instantly.

"Girl, you ain't as innocent as you claim, are ya?" the first man said, reaching down and running his hand over her face. The moment he did so, however, he withdrew it quickly, exclaiming in alarm, "Man, this bitch's as cold as ice!"

Angela had to suppress a smile, as she remembered her first meeting with Eztli, back when she was still human and barely hanging onto life. Eztli's hand was as cold as ice, too, and the stab of fear she felt when he brushed it against her would stay with her forever - quite literally, as it turned out. While she was thinking this, the remaining two men decided to feel how cold she was, for themselves. Seeing them jerk their hands away in sudden fear, she decided to up her game. She began by wrapping her arms around her breasts, as if to protect her modesty. The action, however, resulted in her cleavage becoming exaggerated, with the two orbs pressed closer together.

"I'm cold, because I'm in shock." She did not think of it as a lie. She had just had her skin split open by a vampire's whip, to say nothing of him fucking her and draining her of almost all of her blood. Shivering delicately, she went on,

"I don't normally work these streets, but I was desperate... my client... he took advantage of me, because I don't have a pimp. So, now I'm fucked, and I'm broke, and I need your help. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

The male mind is a simple beast, when it comes to carnal matters. Angela had never been a hooker, as a matter of fact, but the men did not know this. They only knew that she claimed she was one, and why would a girl lie about that? As she tilted her head back, angling it so as to hide the bite marks on her neck, the first of the young men laughed.

"Aw, you know what? I have something here that'll warm you up, girl." Without further ado, he stepped over her and unbuckled his belt. Angela's eyes flashed. She was very weak, and she knew she would not be satisfied with taking just one of them. That meant she had to lull them into a false sense of security.

"Wait. What are you doing?" she cried, fearfully. She watched with wide eyes as the young man pulled out his cock and began to jerk it, over her. Within seconds, he was hard and lowering himself on top of her. Feigning distress, Angela put up a feeble resistance, allowing the man to kick her legs apart and pin her wrists above her head.

"No! No! Gerroff of me!" she demanded, loud enough to make it believable, yet not so loud that they would want to gag her. She needed her mouth free, after all.

"Relax, girl, you're gonna enjoy this," the first man said, lining himself up hastily. Angela did not want him sticking his cock inside her - he reeked of sweat and booze and God knows what else - but what really made her struggle, quite desperately, was the knowledge that her rightful owner was watching her from the darkness, taking it all in. Indeed, Eztli's cold fury was as palpable to her as the rough pavement against her back, so that she was almost surprised the young men could not sense it, too. Yet for now, he was keeping himself hidden, giving her a chance to make her first kill, unassisted. A chance to prove to him that she was not weak. And if she failed...

Fuck.

Angela thought.

If I don't take down these fuckers right now, Eztli will kill me.

And then, with the vampire's energy washing over her, feeding her own wild determination, she let out an unearthly yell and pulled her wrists free.

From that moment on, the tables were turned on her trio of attackers, with devastating consequences. At least, devastating for them.

"Hey! What the..." the man on top of her began, as Angela wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, as though she wanted to kiss him. It made his friends hoot with laughter and distracted him from trying to force his way inside her, but she knew if she did not incapacitate him in the next ten seconds, he would succeed. Evading his sloppy attempts at kissing her mouth, she transferred her attention onto his thick neck.

"Fuck yeah. Yeah," he muttered, as she kissed the desired area. The large blood vessels in his neck pulsed against her lips, in time with his racing heart, making her see red. Unaware that her eyes were changing colour, she counted one, two, three beats more. Then she opened her mouth wide and bit the man's neck hard, clamping down firmly to stop him from pulling away.

"Aahh... fuuuck," he sighed, as Angela's incisors pierced his artery and caused oxygen-rich blood to squirt into her mouth. It tasted coppery and slightly wrong, probably because of all the drugs and alcohol he had consumed, but she was in urgent need of sustenance, and she did not care. In the state she was in, she experienced her journey back to strength as quite miraculous, feeding on him greedily and without concern for his body jerking on top of her. Amazingly, his two friends kept hooting and laughing, misinterpreting what their eyes were seeing as a passionate moment between two consenting adults.

By the time they realized their mistake, their friend was dead, and Angela was levitating off the ground, launching herself at them with her incisors bared.

Like his dead friend, the second man she latched onto never stood a chance. This simple fact did not sink into his thick skull until it was far too late. Angela was smaller than he was, true, but she was also a hell of a lot faster than anyone he had ever met, evading his punches easily and running circles around him that left him feeling dizzy. Then, as he staggered around calling out to his friend to help him, she flew up and sank her teeth into his throat with a viciousness that stunned him. Crying out hoarsely, he made an ineffectual swipe at her trying to get her off, but with his artery severed and his life blood gushing out of him, he failed dismally.