I've always had a soft spot for cheerleaders. Their pleated mini-skirts drape shamelessly over their most prized prize possessions, not successfully hiding those. They have sweaters that cling to their young, firm little bodies. They can wear nylons with tennis shoes, with no chance of a fashion risk. The white socks are rolled down so far that they barely peek out over the edge of their shoes. A cheerleader's energy and vigor are unparalleled. Even when they're not in their uniforms, they leave a trail of youth and energy behind them wherever they go.
This 18 year old young lady was no different. I could feel her heart beating with such enthusiasm, that it seemed to call, "drain me." When we were kissing, I felt my eyeteeth grow to outrageous lengths, as so did my penis. I knew that I had to bite her before the moment got cold, before she noticed my oversized teeth. I lifted her pleated maroon skirt, with no resistance from the buxom young virgin. I removed her soft cotton black thong panties, and then entered her sweet heaven. My cock entered into her feeling wet warm passion surrounding it. And a little way in, I felt a little resistance from her hymen. As soon as I had broken it, she let out a soft groan of pain, and then a groan of submission.
When her mind was safely on sex, my mouth desperately groped for her neck. When I reached my destination, I entered her again in another place. She was bleeding pure energy from two places on her body. I only wished that I had two mouths to drink from both fountains. Once she was satisfied, she fell asleep on her Victorian-style four-poster bed. I decided to quit then, because her blood gave me such a high, that I didn't want to risk killing her, so that I could use this source of energy again.
We lie next to each other in her bed. She was asleep, and I never sleep. I heard someone coming up the stairs, cocking a rifle. I did not realize it earlier, but she made some pretty loud noises, while we made love. My mind was on the draining of her blood. I figured that the person ascending the stairs most probably was her father. I thought to myself "Ahem, another victim."
I quickly turned myself into a mist and settled myself on her hardwood floors. From there, I noticed the door open, and a flood of incandescent light pour into the room.
The bearded fat man tried to adjust his bespectacled eyes to the darkness and the mist. Looked as he might, he saw no one but his sweet daughter, lying in bed fully dressed covered with a white sheet. Scratching his head with his right hand, he turned around to leave. 'Restraint' I thought to myself, 'is the key.' But despite my own good advice, I surrounded him as a mist. I climbed higher on him, choking him silently. He dropped his gun and reached for his chest as he felt me constricting his chest. He looked down at the mist, and saw himself getting absorbed into it. He let out a silent scream as he slowly disappeared into the mist.
And then when he was gone I returned to my naked human figure. I looked down and saw only his blue jeans, white boxer shorts, and blue plaid flannel shirt. I kicked it into the corner of Heather's immaculate room.
I went over to her Bookcase, where she had one shelf of Nancy Drew books. She had a crucifix hanging from a nail, in the side of the bookcase. "thou shalt not make graven images," I said as I gripped it tightly. In my years I have found that I can learn so much about people by examining what they read. She had one shelf that had books about Christ, Christianity and the merits of Catholicism. Out of instinct I reached behind the books of Christ, and found books of erotica, very low grade. There was even one on vampire erotica. And then, I went back to her bed.
I gave her a soft kiss on her inexperienced lips. She fluttered her eyes, and smiled big. "Mmmm, if I'd known it was like that, I wouldn't have waited so long." She pulled off her sweater and skirt, reached down to her pussy, and rubbed it, looked up at me innocently, "Again, please."
I lifted the long blonde hair out of her eyes with my index finger slowly softly. I gave her a soft kiss on her lips as she kissed me back hard, thinking that the harder a kiss is the more passionate it is. How inexperienced she is. Too bad she chose her first lover as someone who would ultimately kill her.
I climbed back on top of her, pushed my hips forward to enter her pussy. It was much easier to enter this time. I love the first stroke in. No matter how many times you've done it, it always feels new, that first stroke. Warm, wet and engulfing me completely. I just stay for a moment feeling the energy around my dick. She looks up at me looking for something I can't give, which is love. I kiss her softly, she kisses back way too hard, but a little softer.
In mid-kiss I start pumping in and out of her, hard. I plunge fast and deep strokes in and out of her. I'm staring to get too excited, I know that I have to calm down. But I can't. Harder I plunge in and out of her, my teeth grow long, and the panther comes out. She closes her eyes from pleasure and then a second later opens them again to find a black panther on top of her fucking her. Drool dripping from my fangs I plunge in to her neck, as she starts to scream, but gets it only half out. Her flesh is in my mouth and her blood is dripping from my lips as I come inside her.
Passion subsiding, I regain control. I am once again human form. "Damn I have a lot of work ahead of me tonight."
English class first period, Monday morning. What a weekend I had. And soon I will see if I'm successful. The bell rings and Heather isn't here. I look around and then I see her walk in, looking just as good as always. She was wearing tight blue jeans with bell-bottoms, and a mid-riff t-shirt with the band turkey stuffing on it. She sat next to me, and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was shocked, because she wasn't supposed to remember. Did it only half work? If she remembered all of it, she would have the villagers, outside with torches and wooden stakes. Before Friday she saw me as only friend, a confidant that she would talk about her romances to. So I asked her, "What was that for?"
"Well I thought about it, and... um I know that you've wanted to date me for a while. And I decided to give you a shot." I looked at her quizzically, "well, I had a dream. And apparently my subconscious..."
What luck! She remembered but only as a dream. I wouldn't have to kill her, again. "That sounds great."
Just then Mrs. Earwig walked in the room, and went to the front of the class. She looked down at Heather, and said, "Baby Girl, are you okay? You look pale."