Author's Note: The original title of this story was A DARK AND TERRIBLE STALKER OF THE NIGHT. Unfortunately, Literotica's title requirements rendered this moot. For those of you new here, one does not need to read the first Alpha and Omega story, but it may help. And if you enjoy this story, check out my bio and find the others. Now, at the time of the writing, there is only this one and another. But...well, spoilers from the future.
I write a lot. Now, without further adieu - Alpha and Omega 2: Vampire Boffing
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Arnold Dumant LeFlurr Alamode lounged in his coffin and sighed as dramatically as he could. When no one noticed - save for a single spider that hung from the ceiling on a tiny strand of webbing - he breathed in and sighed even louder. Now, the spider swung backwards and forward like a pendulum and...still. No one noticed him.
"Woe..." Arnold whispered. "Woe is me..."
Still no response.
Arnold scowled and forced himself to sit up. His hands - narrow and wrinkled, like that of a desiccated corpse - grabbed onto the edge of the coffin and he pushed himself until he was seated. He looked around, his eyes shifting from blue to red as they focused. The world bloomed into sharp relief despite the near pitch darkness of the room he lay in. Dust covered every painting and every bit of furniture. Cobwebs spread between the arm-rests of chairs and their backs, while others filled the corners of the room like small tunnels. The door was open and lead into another corridor - the carpet of that corridor as blood red as Arnold's eyes.
"WOE IS M-"
"Sorry, master!"
Penelope hurried into the room - her hair bouncing as she sprang in. She was a young girl, barely into her senior year of high school, and was dressed in the most absurd outfit. It was frilly and poofy at once, with a white black skirt, a tight white corset that pushed her youthful bust into the air, with narrow straps that covered as little of her shoulders as possible. She held in her hands a silver tray, and sitting on the silver tray was a goblet of sloshing red liquid. She knelt beside the coffin, then set the tray on Arnold's lap.
Arnold looked at the goblet.
Then he looked at Penny.
Then he looked back at the goblet.
"...
cold
blood..." he whispered.
"Master!" Penny said, her voice firm. "You know what the doctor's said - no warm blood until they find someone from the Pack who can help you." She tapped his nose with her finger, beaming. "Once you do, you can feed on me all night! Also, did you do your homework?"
"Did I do my..." his face twisted. "I am no
mortal
, Penny. I don't need to do my
homework
."
"You were turned two days ago, Arnie," Penny said, her lips twisting slightly into a frown. "You're only a month older than me."
Arnold flung himself back into his coffin - a puff of dust bursting from around his impact. He threw one arm over his forehead, wincing at the creaking sound of his dessicated skin. He closed his eyes, hissing. "Don't
remind
me of my frail, mortal form - Penelope, I-"
"You called me Penny earlier," Penny said, her voice amused. He could tell she was smiling. "I thought that you were too refined and
elegant
for nicknamed, Master."
"I...argh!" Arnold growled, flinging his arm off of his forehead, glaring up at her. "I just want to drink you, Penny!"
"Hey!" Penny put her hands on her hips. "I'm the one who gets off every time you suck on my thigh! Do you think I
like
having to rely on Mr. Dildo, Master?" She scoffed. "I'm an eighteen year old who likes the B and the D, not a freaking Nun."
"Nuns don't
use
dildos," Arnold muttered.
Penny scoffed. She picked up the goblet, then held it to his lips. "Open wide, Master - drink it up. All of it. Very good!" She beamed. Arnold glared at her - the aftertaste, the cloying, thick aftertaste of that
blood
made him want to retch. Cold blood. Cold blood was the
worst
. His memories of being a mortal, before he had been turned, were fresh enough when he drank cold blood - it was like eating undercooked oat meal and someone else's snot.
It kept him alive.
But he didn't
like
it.
"Now!" Penny clapped her hands together. "I'll be sure to get you your homework when I go to school. Oh! And did you want to say anything to Bruce? About Jean?" She sighed, softly. If Jean hadn't died, then Arnold wouldn't be in this position. Penny hadn't been a
great
friend with Jean...but it was still a shock, to have someone so vibrant and full of life, torn from the community so shockingly, so suddenly.
"Bruce?" Arnold asked. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the ceiling - his mouth opening, then closing. He licked his fangs, before finally wheezing: "I don't remember this...
Bruce
."
"We have Bio with him," Penny said, frowning down at her vampiric master. "He made you shoot milk out your nose when you were at school last week."
Arnold sighed - dramatically - and closed his eyes. "I remember not any passing connections I made with mortals. They live mayfly existences, here today, gone tomorrow. Crushed into dust by the endless gears of ennui..."
Penny flicked him in the forehead, hard.
"Owww!" Arnold clapped his hand onto his forehead, curling up slightly. "Fine! Tell Bruce I'm sorry Jean is dead! Ow!"
Penny nodded, then beamed. "I'll bring flowers!"
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"Doooooooooooo herrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Jean whispered.
Bruce Robert Kinsey - the newest Alpha (and Omega) of the local Pack of werewolves - sighed. He loved his girlfriend - the fact that she was dead entirely nonwithstanding. And he loved that she could give him advice in the new and somewhat terrifying and strange world that he had been thrust into, ever since he had been turned from slightly pudgy and hairy teenager to slightly pudgy and very hair AND crazy muscular teenager ("It's unBEARable to watch you! It gives me PAWS! I really want to ride your COCK!" - to which he had responded with 'that's not a pun Jean' and she just stuck her tongue out at him.)
But at the end of the day, the fact that half her advice boiled down to-
"I mean, she brought flowers and everything, you're GOLDEN!" Jean said, giving him thumbs up - invisible to all save those who could see spirits - while Penelope Lopez held up a bouquet of black roses.
"Thanks, Penny," Bruce said, smiling as he took the flowers.
"Arnie says that he's very sorry about Jean too," Penny said, nodding.
"Yeah...why...hasn't Arnie been coming to school lately...I'm getting kinda worried about him. And that group project we were on," Bruce said, grinning slightly. "Even with an extension, we should still get together and finish it up ASAP."
Penny looked to the side, then at the ceiling. "Well...he's...just still...kinda...dead!" She nodded. "You might even say he became a vampire!" She laughed. "And is, even now, in a coffin! Hah!"
She turned and walked off.
"Goth girls, man," Jean said, shaking her head, her voice bemused. "They just really need a good hard fucking. Did you SEE that lipstick!?"
"...did she just..." Bruce blinked, then looked at Jean. "Was that the best worst lie ever, or is Penny just being Penny? Because before, I'd have said she was being Penny and-"
"Blue tooth, blue tooth!" Jean hissed.
"Blue t-" Bruce stopped, realizing that Charles - one of the other kids from his English class - was looking at him as if he had gone completely insane. Bruce started, flushed, and turned to face his locker. He opened it, then grabbed a Bluetooth headset from inside, sliding it on. He tapped it to make it look like he knew how to actually use it, then started walking along the corridor. "Right, uh..." he glanced at Jean - who floated along beside him, phasing through other students. Which honestly was far more distracting than the fact she was completely buck naked. Well. Almost more distracting.
"Well," Jean said, frowning. "Before I got murdered by a puritanical Paladin, the local VC - that is, Vampire Council - said that they were bringing in a relation of their current matriarch, Rosa LaFlurr. Some ancient fifteenth cousin five times removed." She waved her hand. "They tapped me in case there were any issues - vampire bites are not an exact science. Except for in Wisconsin, weirdly enough, they actually
have
specially designed needles there, it's really neat!"
"Do you think I should ask Penny?" Bruce asked. "W-What if she was just being Penny?"
"The worst thing that happens is that you tip her off, she starts spouting it off on the local news, and a Paladin you're not currently giving the D too gets wind, swings into town, and blows you away with explosive silver tipped bullets!" Jean said, smiling.
"So..."
"Walk carefully and carry a big dick," Jean said, nodding sagely.
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Purity.
The word seared itself through Alison Nguyen's mind as she hooked her legs on the pull-up bar and hung upside down. She pressed her arms to her chest and tightened her core, curling herself up to touch her chin to her thighs.
Purity.
Sweat glistened along her body - tanned a golden brown by a lifetime of working out in the sun. She had been taught, from an early age, to combat the night-pales that came from working and hunting in the darkness. Nothing
screamed
Paladin to the monsters and demons of the world better than being as pale as them.
Purity.
I had sex with a demon,
she thought, tensing and curling again. Sweat beaded on her nose as she let herself hang back down. It dripped to the exercise mat underneath her. She closed her eyes.
Twice. And I liked it.
Purity.
The door to the gym opened and other students started to arrive - walking in, chatting. Alison kicked herself, mentally. She used the school gym, but she was careful to not seem
too
good at what she did. There were things that being on the gymnastics and water polo team would