"Rise and shine, sleeping ugly, it's feeding time," came the Guardsman's grating voice, and the vampire rose from the death-like sleep that ensnared all of his kind during the daylight hours. Even in this cell, deep underground, surrounded by steel and concrete, he could feel the light of the sun shining above. Sighing, he rose and stretched, then looked at the annoying human who peered at him through the glass door.
"Got nothing more original to say, Terence?" said the vampire, and when the Guardsman sneered at him and pushed his platter and its meager sustenance through the slot, he smiled. The human's name wasn't Terrence, of course. Like the past three Guardsmen he'd had to deal with since his capture and imprisonment in this forsaken place, the Guardsman wore a uniform with a number on it, and no name tag...
"Shut up, bloodsucker," Terrence said angrily, and then he walked away. The vampire sighed, and looked at the blood pack on the platter. Blood, and not human blood either. No, his captors knew better than to feed him anything that might supercharge him. The vampire took the blood pack and punctured it with a fingernail which extended, claw-like, and pierced the plastic before returning to its normal shape.
"Pig's blood, oh my," the vampire said to himself as he savored the meager pittance that his captors allowed him. After draining the pack, he tossed the empty plastic bag into a corner, where it joined the growing pile. For the umpteenth the vampire wondered why his captors didn't simply kill him instead of merely imprisoning him in this place...
Closing his eyes, the vampire lay on the cold floor, avoiding the bed like the plague. The cell was tiny, and aside from a bed, a desk, and a table, all of which were made of oak, he had nothing to occupy his time. No books. No magazines. Nothing. The vampire licked his lips, finding a stray drop of animal blood that he somehow spilled while chugging down the blood pack, and smiled. Animal blood was fine and nutritious but it was nothing compared to human blood. The vampire smiled as he thought of the last time he drank human blood...
"Hakeem Ahonsou, where are you taking me?" Kiah Jones asked, and the young Jamaican woman looked at the tall, handsome brother whom she met a month ago at Fiction Nightlife & Entertainment, one of the trendiest nightclubs in the City of Kingston, Jamaica. Clad in a bright red tank top and black leather pants that hugged her curves and ample derriere, Kiah Jones looked damn hot and she knew it. The local guys simply couldn't resist the mahogany-hued beauty, hence why she was so drawn to foreigners...
"Hmm, my dear, it's a surprise," Hakeem replied, and Kiah smiled coyly and pressed herself against him. There wasn't much about the male of the species that surprised Kiah anymore, but Hakeem was somehow different from the rest. Six feet two inches tall, handsome and dressed in a white silk shirt and light green pants that made his dark brown skin and smooth chocolate eyes practically glow, the brother was ruggedly handsome and classy at the same time.
"Hmm, the women of your Togolese homeland must have their hands full with you," Kiah said, and she pressed her lips against Hakeem, who pulled her close and kissed her back. The brother's lips felt cold, but Kiah had grown used to that. For the past month, they'd been seeing each other, always at night, and their bedroom acrobatics usually left her pleasurably sore. Kiah couldn't get enough of the handsome and secretive West African visitor, and they both knew it...
Kiah shuddered as she thought of their previous night of passion. Hakeem laid her on his king-sized bed, in his rented townhouse, and made sweet love to her. Well, not that sweet. Lying naked on the bed, Kiah licked her lips and rubbed her voluminous breasts together as Hakeem the Togolese stud went to work on her. Smiling, he spread her thick legs and began eating her pussy...
"My black goddess," Hakeem whispered, as Kiah rode his face, smothering him with her round ass. As a moaning Kiah continued to ride his face, her big breasts swaying this way and that, Hakeem lapped away at her pussy with his tongue. Afterwards, he put her on all fours, spanked her butt and rammed his dick into her pussy. After sexing Kiah real good for a few hours, Hakeem lay next to her. The Jamaican cutie was exhausted and fast asleep. With dawn close, however, Hakeem was forced to leave her...
"Togo is full of beautiful women, but none of them are like you, my dear," Hakeem said, snatching Kiah out of her reverie. The West African stud cupped Kiah's chin and when he smiled, his pearly white teeth glistening in the dark. Kiah looked up at him, and her smile froze. For Hakeem's eyes seemed to glow and when he drew closer to her, as if to kiss her again, the young Jamaican woman repressed a shudder.