I will never forget the day that I met a tall, dark, and handsome stranger.
I was walking home one night from work and decided to take a shortcut through the alley to my apartment. Normally, I don't take the alley shortcut at night due to safety but tonight for some reason, I threw caution to the wind. It was in that alley that I met him.
I was almost to the end of the alley when I heard a cry for help not too far from the entrance to the alley, not thinking it could be dangerous, I ran to help the person. Sitting with his back against the wall was a tall guy with black hair all mussed up, blood on his pale face and hands. His piercing blue eyes found mine with a plea of help, no more words escaping his blood red luscious lips. At first I couldn't see anything wrong with him except that he was covered in blood, but as my eyes traveled downward I noticed he had a wooden stake protruding from his belly. I didn't know what I could do to help him, I wasn't a doctor, and I had a strange feeling that taking out the stake was a bad idea. I vaguely remember seeing that on television that taking something like that out could cause him to bleed out. I knelt down beside him and drew out my phone, getting ready to dial 911 when a bloody hand came up and touched mine, stopping me.
"No..." he said weakly.
"But you need help, you're wounded!"
"You should..." he broke off in a coughing fit, some blood dribbling down the side of his mouth. "The other guy. Please..just pull it out."
"I heard somewhere that is a bad idea...please let me call for an ambulance." He shook his head at me and tried to say something but was caught by another round of coughing. Then he took my hand, making me drop my phone and put it on the stake, making me grip it. I sighed and pulled it out, and tossed it aside, where it clattered and rolled on the concrete. I tried to apply pressure to it but he shook his head.
"I will be fine. See it is already healing." I couldn't believe his words but when I looked down and examined his would it was mostly closed. I could not believe my eyes, what was he. Who was he? Then I took a deep breath and looked at him, the pale skin, the eyes that seemed like they could look into me forever, the blood all over him, his blood red lips....blood...red...oh.
"Who are you?" I asked him with a bit of a shaky breath. My pale hands shaking slightly still on his abdomen, over where his would used to be, in the back of my mind thinking wow he has rock hard abs.
"My name is Marius, but I do not think that is the question that you want to ask me." He slowly raised a hand up and turned my head so that my brown eyes met his blue.
"W-w-what are you?" I asked him, suddenly feeling water fall onto my face, the rain they had promised. My blonde hair would get all messy now and my curls would get out of control.
"I am a vampire, which I suspect you already know. I can read your thoughts, you cant believe it but at the same time you can. In the back of your mind you have always believe in my existence, Ashlyn." After he let his words sink in he took a look at my body, getting soaked in the rain that was now falling. He took in my low cut tank top, my tight jeans, my size C breasts heaving with my heavy breath. He licked his lips slowly, his eyes darting to my neck where I am sure he could see the blood pumping through my veins.
"I-I-I can't believe v-v-vampires are real..." I looked at his well muscled chest and arms barely covered by his ripped skin tight black shirt. He had on tight jeans as well and I could see a slight bulge in his crotch area. I also knew that sex was probably the second thing he wanted from me.
"Please let me drink a little bit from you Ashlyn. I won't take much, nor will I hurt you. I promise you will feel pleasure this night." Again he looked over my body, lingering over my cloth covered pussy, my perfectly round breasts, and all of my slight curves. I wasn't overweight but I wasn't sickly skinny either. I had curves and toned muscles that guys seemed to love. I remember thinking that I was glad that I wore sexy undies. He continued to look at me, waiting for an answer. I couldn't get the words out so I just nodded at him. He smiled at me and leaned forward, capturing my lips with his. I leaned into him, my hand starting to run up and down his chest now. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me again, taking my breath away. After what seemed like forever of the greatest kiss ever, he pulled away and kissed his way to my neck.
"Please do not fight it, if you fight it, it will not be pleasurable." Then I felt a small prick on my neck and felt his lips on it, sucking gently at what I knew was my life blood. I closed my eyes and just went with the feeling, my arms wrapping around him. After a few moments I moaned, as the feeling went from weird to pleasurable. I could still feel him drinking my blood but I could also feel my body tingling from the sensation. My pussy was getting wet while he drank, and I knew my nipples had to be erect. Slowly I felt his hand travel down my front and slip into my tank top and bra, grasping my breast and squeezing. I shivered at the feeling, my breath coming out faster. After a moment he moved to my other breast and did the same amazing thing to my nipple and breast there. My moaning was growing louder and I was trying not to grind against him, even though I could feel a pretty impressive erection pressing against me. After what seemed like hours but was probably only around 10 minutes, he pulled away and licked my neck where he had bit me.