Elizabeth here: I thought it was about time I went for the age-old vampire tropes and try to make them fun and refreshing. Plus, this one has a good ending, unlike some other stories I've seen which end on a rather depressing note that ruins the story. I hope you enjoy it!
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Two needles with suction cups, a Y shaped tube, a pump, and a bag: every 56 days, per the Red Cross donation guidelines, Helen spiced up her masturbation sessions by climbing in bed, getting naked, and hooking her neck up to her homemade machinery. Maybe it was safe, maybe not; she never bothered to check.
She would get on her bed, lay face up, and pierce her neck with the fang-like needles, letting the suction cups take hold on her skin, then she had ten minutes to bring herself to an orgasm with her two vibrators before the pint was drained. Helen was more visually oriented than most women in the city. So, a good image of a sexy vampire, whether male or female—gender didn't matter so long as they had fangs—was enough to do the trick. Fanart of a few particularly cute fictional vampires was surprisingly arousing for her, but the rare photo shoot of a pale, blood-splattered man or woman in victorian garb was just as nice. The procedure was a little mechanical, but the six and a half times a year she got to do it were without a question the only easy orgasms she could get. Her vampire fetish was that big. Real men and women just couldn't do anything interesting for her unless they were into bloodplay, and no eligible person she had met in her life was.
But even though it was exactly 56 days since her last session, she was not doing that tonight. In her medium sized, red-painted downtown apartment, twelve stories above the cold nighttime streets, the pale Helen shivered as she sat at her desk in the darkness. The light of her laptop shone against the red curtains behind her, bathing room and the pale skin of her arms in a reddish, slightly arousing glow. She was comfortable in her chair, thanks to the fuzzy, black sweatpants she wore, the cushioned seat, and the loose-fitting long sleeved shirt covering her bare chest. Underwear was mostly a thing she wore out in public.
Helen liked to browse many weird, obscure vampire themed forums. Even the deep, buried forums were bristling with activity, whether it was from a fanart poster or someone with a story to tell. But, people claiming to be real vampires or people who claimed to have met one were exposed all the time as frauds; nobody took them seriously on most sites. Most.
But Helen, through a friend of a friend of a friend of an online roleplayer she had communicated with for a while, was told about an obscure dark web forum with people who posted stories and images that were a little
too
real. There were lovely—lovely for Helen, at least—images of puncture wounds, graphic tales of ambush by beautiful men and women of the night, and even one selfie of a beautiful young man with his lips over the bloodied neck of a cute girl who wore a smug grin, as if she knew others would be jealous of her blood loss. That last one would have been Helen's image of choice for the night had she not stumbled across a startling revelation. And all this was just on the front page; Helen had not clicked through the rest yet.
The people of this forum, a website known only to a few hundred, were known to be In the Know, a term used by the people who not only believed in vampires, but who were actually involved with real ones. That was also what the forum was named: In the Know.
At the moment, Helen was chatting with a user who was introducing her to the group and who was about to livestream something to her that was supposed to prove that vampires existed, since the site didn't host videos to save server space, but still had a video chat service. This user, firebloodIV, had arranged it hours in advance out of kindness. The chat window was to the left, and a box on the right was for webcam footage, of which there was none at the moment. A new text message came in.
firebloodIV: give me 1 min i gotta set up the camera with my BF
Helen typed up a response.
cripplingfetishforvamps: no problem, take all the time you need, and by the way thanks for being willing to share this with me i've been looking forward to some real shit for a while
firebloodIV: thanks
Trembling in her seat, Helen waited for the video feed to turn on. She had doubts, of course, but given how real everything else on the forum's front page looked, and the unanimous agreement among the users that the content was real, they were quickly fading.
And the camera activated. A young, semi-attractive blonde woman waved at Helen through the screen, as did a cute black haired man with pale skin.
The woman spoke. "Hey! Can you see us alright?"
Helen quickly typed up a reply. The video feed was only one way.
cripplingfetishforvamps: yep, you two look cute: are you going to do the thing?
"Hell yeah!" she replied. The man accompanying her grinned, exposing his sharp fangs. The sight made Helen a little wet.
"So, my love, shall we begin?" he said in a sophisticated, sexy voice with mild British undertones.
The woman smiled. "Yep. Right on the neck, so they can see."
Helen watched closely. Her heart began to beat faster as the man closed in on the woman's neck, a woman who closed her eyes and smiled as if this was something she had done many nights before. The fangs drew closer and closer as the man searched for an artery, scanning with his eyes at first, then eventually feeling the spot he picked with his tongue. The lick made both Helen and the woman shudder simultaneously. Finally, he gently pressed his fangs to her neck, making sure they were in the right place.
Then he pulled back a half inch, and plunged the fangs down. Helen's neck twitched and she almost gasped in response; the woman barely flinched. Blood wasn't just drawn; it spurted from the tiny punctures, shooting into the man's open mouth at regular intervals. Helen's heart raced and she began to shiver and sweat as he placed his lips around the wounds, closing his eyes, and savoring every drop that flowed into his waiting mouth.
And he kept sucking as the seconds passed. Helen wondered just how much blood was being taken: with the speed of the initial squirt of blood, it was certainly far more than what was safe, and far more than she had ever lost. It was arousing, watching him drain her. She wished that was her, just imagining herself in that chair instead of the other woman, feeling woozy and slowly losing consciousness from the erotic drain of pints upon pints of blood provided by her ever quickening heartbeat until her mind went dark, for who knew how long...
But, that didn't happen to the woman. The man withdrew his lips some time later, and the bleeding had stopped. The wound, in fact, was actually almost nonexistent now save for two slightly redder circles on her neck amid the red, messy smear all over the side of her neck. The healing raised Helen's curiosity, given that it took far longer than that for even the tiniest cut to repair itself. The woman, paler than before, opened her eyes. She was fine.
The man spoke. "Still feeling alright?"
"Yeah," the woman replied. "Did you catch that?" she said, facing the camera as the man wiped off her neck with a paper towel he grabbed from offscreen. And, the video feed ended.
Helen's arms shook, half with arousal and half with shock. This was the evidence she needed. Vampires were real. The thing she fetishized the most was real. She wanted to type out those reactions, but kept her reply dignified.
cripplingfetishforvamps: wow, that was something new. can you, uhhhh... tell me a bit more about you two?
firebloodIV: gladly
Over the next half hour, Helen got to know more about vampires in general. Vampires were born, not made, and their bites were not infectious, they could stop the bleeding caused by their own bite wounds, victims regenerated blood at an astonishing rate, they were only mildly annoyed by the sun and not burned alive by it, they lived among humans and went on dates and had jobs like the one Helen just saw, they usually only took willing targets... Helen memorized every last one of the facts.
When their chat came to an end, Helen thanked her, closed the window, and returned to the main site forums to dig.
It was eleven thirty at night. The frigid air in her room did nothing to cool her down, and sweat stains gathered on her clothes. She had scrolled through pages upon pages of content ranging from innocent to informative to deliberately sensual. She absentmindedly rubbed her groin through the material of her pants in response to the heaps and heaps of real vampire pictures, stories, and everything she found sexy. But she was searching for something else.
Helen was looking for vampires near her. Even just one willing to share their address and who was willing to accompany a visitor for an hour or two would have satisfied her. Even if it wasn't an explicitly sexual meeting, in which case she'd keep all the arousing fantasies in her head and wear something dark around her waist. But fucking would be much better, and at twelve-thirty, she struck gold. Ten pages down, posted last week, was an announcement for a romantic meet-and-greet in a reclusive little library in an inconspicuous alleyway door. And it was in her very city. Single and dating men and women, vampire or not, would be there to find romantic partners for whatever it was they wanted. Turnout was expected to be about eighty people. And it was tonight; in one hour, in fact. The event was planned a month ago, and the post was resurfacing due to activity from excited forum users.
It took her a moment to process the time listed. Sixty minutes and it would start without her. The realization kicked her into high gear as she fumbled for something to scrawl down the address on. She found a napkin and a red crayon and copied the location down: 1813 W. Ensanguine St, maroon door down the alley between the two bookstores.
The location was fifteen minutes away, and she wanted to arrive five minutes early. So, she had forty minutes to pick out something to wear, focus on looking good, and most importantly, to shower before leaving, since the night had already put her in a nervous, aroused sweat.
At twelve-o'-five, she chugged down a jug of potent coffee, left her apartment, locked the door, and sailed down the cold, night streets in her gray dress, shivering from both her anticipation and exposed skin. The street was brightly lit and filled with nighttime activity, and the distance from her apartment to the event was right at the edge of where she would consider calling a cab for, so sh walked. The caffeine, cold, and excitement all kept each other in check.
On Ensanguine Street, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found the two bookstores which occupied the first floors of their three story buildings.
Red Desires
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