(Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, and my first Literotica submission. That means it is IMPERATIVE that I receive your votes and feedback. Otherwise, this new and amazing fount of talent will dry up, and I'll not want to write any more chapters. If all goes well, I do plan to write more in other categories...so here's hoping!)
I first saw her amidst the harsh, glaring pyrotechnics of a club. Her skin flashed at me in colours of red, green, and yellow. Her limbs seemed disjointed in the strobe lights, magically moved in time to the steady bass thrumming of a techno-rock tune.
She looked ageless in the ever-changing atmosphere. She was enchanting, like a pixie of the lost age dancing with abandon amongst the mortals that pulled her wings and tortured her body. I liked the way her golden hair fell, untouched by the usually searing dyes the youth of today wore. It lay across her backside as thick as a blanket; long, uneven, and tickling the back of bare thighs.
I saw, when the lights ceased their frantic movement, that her skin was uniformly white. It was a carefully crafted hue of pearl, sustained only by years of studiously avoiding the sun. Now, it gleamed wetly under sheen of sweat. She was tired, I noted, and parched from the dance.
Clearly, now, I saw her face. It held with her pixie-like attributes, fair and narrow and with lips that seemed to harbor a perpetual pout. She was a delectable treat. I could see myself feasting upon her with abandon. I could see the blood course over my lips and tongue. I could smell the sickly sweet perfume of her life as it drained away.
Excuse me; did I not say I was a Vampire? I am. I have lived and loved a thousand times over, and now I saw the one I would love next, though her life would be a mere breath upon my existence.
She maneuvered through the hard press of young bodies, of women who laughed prettily as they swung their hips, of men who reached with curious fingers to caress the flesh exposed by small tops and tight jeans. She and her posse left the dance floor. They retreated to the relative safety of a half-dozen chairs haphazardly grouped around a too-small table. Hands, large and small, sought out bottles of open and flat beers; or else stopped a passing waitress to request more inebriating liquids.
I took comfort in the fact that my flawless skin would draw no notice; that the sunken darkness of my eyes would seem like nothing more than stage makeup. I dressed as any young adult from this era would, simply because I had removed these clothes from a male victim mere days before, and he was as slight and narrow in build as I was. I was thankful to God above (because, through the years, I had seen His proof and knew myself to be damned by Him) for blessing me with beautifully androgynous features. They might have been a bane at my creation, but they have served me well through the years.
With a bravado garnered through years of hunting, I advanced upon the mortal group. My outward thoughts were tranquil, and so the group looked upon me with favor. They smiled as I invited myself to join them; they pulled up another seat and ordered me a beer. Not by accident, I sat beside my fair-haired prize and draped an arm casually around her shoulder.
."What's your name?" She begged me prettily.
