Once upon a time there was a dark and stormy night.
Yea, what a lame beginning. Yet, in my case, it is entirely appropriate. It was a dark and stormy night when she changed my life forever by killing me. Let me cut to the beginning…
Chapter One…
All day the hot August sun had baked Lexington, Kentucky. A couple of hours before work ended, clouds began to appear from the West. Appearing, gathering together and climbing high into the stratosphere. Nothing out of the ordinary during the Dog Days of Summer. Evening thunderstorms… Torrential rain blown into horizontal sheets… Lightning strobing the streets while thunder cracked directly over your head… Nothing out of the norm.
I was finishing a delicious country steak at a small family restaurant near my house. Outside the large plate glass window I was sitting beside, the clouds were a fast-moving mix of dark greys and blacks. Wind was whipping tree limbs about and thunder rumbled off in the near distance. Sipping my drink, I watched as cars and pedestrians rushed to reach home and shelter before the storm began. Streetlights began to come on as thick clouds and a setting sun closed out the day. That’s when, in the blink of an eye, the rain started. Rain that skipped drizzle, shower and rain and went straight to downpour. Street gutters overflowed in seconds.
In storms like this, the first half hour is usually the worst. Then the wind, lightning and rain usually dies down some. I was content to wait it out before making a dash for my house. I patted my large stomach and amended ‘dash’ to ‘slow waddle’. I looked to make sure no one was waiting for a table. I wouldn’t just sit here and deprive my waitress, Brenda, her chance for more tipping customers. That’s just the kind’a guy I am. The place was crowded, but there were still two empty tables in the back. No one was making a dash for the restaurant’s door. A particularly heavy wind blast rattled the window and when I returned my attention to the storm, I saw her.
Yea, it was her! The fucking bitch that would kill me and change my life forever. Of course, I didn’t know this was her at the time nor did I know that I had one hour of living my life as I’d planned left. Nope, I knew none of that… What I saw was a very wet, very pretty, very pissed-off young lady who’d been caught in a thunderstorm.
She was standing on the sidewalk across the street waiting for the light to change so she could cross. Shoulders hunched and hands curled into fists ready to strike out at the offending storm, but you can’t fight the rain. I looked at her and I swear she was looking right at me. I even turned to see if there was another person nearby she could have been looking at, but no one else seemed to have noticed her.
Finally, the light changed and she made a dash for the awning over the restaurant’s door. She waited several moments before entering. Once inside, she remained standing by the door, taming her long, wet hair to lie down her back and swiping water off her arms as best she could. I don’t know what you’d call what she had on. A sheath dress? It may have been loose on her when dry, but wet? It fit her like a glove, clinging to every curve. Whatever you’d call it, the dress was white and not very substantial. It was also… Did I mention it was wet? Very wet. I, and everybody else in the restaurant, suddenly had front row seats to the best, impromptu Wet T-Shirt Contest ever. She was slender which just made her very nice breasts look even larger. The darker aureoles around erect, hard nipples were even visible.
Wives and girlfriends were hitting husbands and boyfriends to get their attention away from this vision of loveliness when she walked to my table and sat down without so much as a howdy-do. Not that I minded as I watched her use handfuls of paper napkins to dry her face…
“Hey! Perv! My face is up here.”
“Ahh, sorry…”
With a dismissive flick of her hand, she waved my apology away. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve shown my tits to a lot more people than are in here. A bunch of us go to Mardi Gras every year. I get lots of beads.”
She emptied the napkin dispenser, drying her arms, and wiping the occasional rivulet of water that ran from her hairline. Sticking her hand out across the table, she waited for me to take it in mine. Her grip was surprisingly strong.
“I’m Alex…” She waited. “This is usually when you tell me your name.”
“Oh, I’m Chuck. Charles.”
“Hello, Chuck Charles. Hope you don’t mind but I don’t like sitting alone. I’m a people person. Damn! Look at that rain,” Alex said while looking out the window. “I was going to the club down the street for something to eat when this happened!”
“I didn’t know they served food at the club. Just drinks.”
“There’s food. You just have to hunt for it,” Alex laughed. “Shit, that plans busted though. By the time I dry out it’ll be too late.”
“Well, this is a restaurant. Would you like something to eat? My treat,” I added since she didn’t have a purse.
Alex fixed me with her eyes and grinned, “No, thanks. I think I know exactly what I want to eat later.”
Alex’s grin grew wider and she sat back in her chair with her arms out to the sides, “Oh, go ahead and look, Chuck. If you hold your head any stiffer you’ll get whiplash or something.” She looked down and picked at the still-wet material over her chest, then let it loose to cling to her breasts again. “I’m not huge or anything but I think my boobs are just the right size. They only look bigger than they are because I’m thin. What do you think?”
“I think they’re perfect,” I said, looking.
Alex leaned forwards again and, shivering, rubbed her hands over her arms, “Brrr! Why do they keep it so cold in here. Or is it just because I’m sitting in a wet dress? Do you think they’ll mind if I just sit here for a while? I don’t want to make the long walk back to where I stayed today in the rain. Maybe the rain will stop later.”
“I don’t think they’ll mind. No one’s having to wait for a table,” I said and made up my mind to at least offer, “But look, I’m not really a perv. And I’ll understand if you say no. You don’t know me, after all. But my house is just a short walk away. I have a clothes dryer… And a robe you can wear while your dress dries,” I hastened to add. “I just don’t want to leave you sitting here cold and wet without at least offering. I can drive you home after… No, I can drive you home now. You don’t need to wait for dry clothes. I can even go home and drive back here…”
Alex laughed and stopped my babbling, “No, I’d like to go to your house. If it’s not far, we can go now even in the rain. It’s not like I’m going to get any wetter.”
“It’s pretty much just down the street,” I replied while signaling Brenda for the check.
Outside the restaurant, where she’d once walked as if she’d wanted to fight the rain, now Alex danced between the raindrops and splashed in the fast-flowing water in the gutters. “In the place I was born, you could smell the stench of our town from a mile away. We would hope for a storm like this to wash our streets clean. Afterwards, the air would smell so much fresher for a day or two.”
“Where was your town,” I asked.
“Oh, it was… Is, very far here,” Alex replied, then stopped and pointed at the street sign on my corner. “Are you fucking kidding me,” Alex screamed at either me or the rain. “You live on a fucking street named Transylvania?”
“Uhh, yea. I guess maybe it was named by the same guy who founded Transylvania University. It’s only a couple of miles from here. I ride my Moped there when the weather is nice. It’s much easier than trying to find a parking spot for a car.”
Alex stared at me. “You live on a street named Transylvania. You go to a university named Transylvania. Fucking shit,” she said in a thoughtful tone. “I don’t usually put much stock in portents and omens, but… Shit! When they sucker punch you in the gut, you gotta believe.”
I unlocked the door to my utility room and found the light switch. “I’ll get you the robe or I can drive you home now if…” I said while locking the door and turning around. I could have saved my breath. Alex was already pulling her dress over her head.
“Why wait? Hell, you’ve already seen all of me. I would like a towel, though,” Alex said as she opened the door to the dryer and tossed her dress in.
Wow. Just, wow… It had been a lot of months since I’d seen a naked woman as drop-dead gorgeous as Alex. Who was I kidding? It had been a lot of months since I’d seen a naked woman of any type.
Alex slipped her thong panties down and added them to her dress. Looking at me, she asked, “Well?”
“Well? Umm…”
“Well, get out of your wet clothes before you catch pneumonia or something.”
Yea, this is where I usually wake up from my wet dreams. The moment I have to take off my clothes. See, my body is no way as perfect as Alex’s. I’m fat. I’m rotund. I leave my t-shirt on at public pools for a reason. I draw the line at describing myself as obese, but I have definite body image problems.
More than body image problems though, I knew I just… Wasn’t… This… Lucky. I looked around for the camera. For where my cousin Ron was hiding, waiting to jump out and yell, Gotcha! Something was wrong here. Girls who looked like Alex don’t ask guys who look like me to take off our clothes. I took a step back.
“Okay, what’s going on,” I asked Alex. “Did Ron put you up to this? You’re supposed to take naked pictures of me so he can post them on the internet or something?”
Ron was my cousin. Blond, handsome and athletic. Class President all four years of high school. Captain of the basketball team. Taken all together, the worst prick I’ve ever met. He’d gone out of his way to make high school a living hell for me. All because my dad had money and his didn’t.
“Just go back and tell Ron you really jerked me around, pulled my leg, whatever. Then the two of you can…”
“Who the fuck is Ron,” Alex interrupted me to ask. “And I don’t go around jerking off… Okay, I have jerked off strangers. But when I pull on a leg, I usually let go once the knee pops. At least, sometimes.”
“You don’t know my cousin?”
“No. I don’t know your cousin and I’m not here to jerk you around or off. I wanted more tonight than to just give you a damned hand-job.”
If I had any more problems, Alex sure didn’t. After waiting for me to move, she took matters, and my shirt, into her own hands. She was much stronger and faster than I thought possible. My clothes were tossed into the dryer quickly and then Alex was pressed against me while we kissed.
“Umm, this is much better than wearing wet clothes,” Alex said between kisses. “What would be even better would be a bed.”
“I’ve got a bed,” I managed to remember after a pause. “It’s upstairs and…”
Alex put a finger to my lips to shush me. “Why not show me your bed instead of talking about it.”
I felt a soft hand on my dick and Alex began leading me into my house when I pulled up. “Wait. Wait, Alex…”
The soft hand on my dick tightened and Alex’s voice hardened, “What now?”
“The clothes need a fabric softener strip.”
Alex let go of my shaft and gave me a look of total disbelief. “You’re naked. I’m standing here naked. I had your cock… In… My… Hand. I’m the best bet to a sure thing you’ll ever meet… And you’re thinking about laundry?!”
Alex’s eyes softened and her hand rose to stroke my cheek. Her voice was so soft and kind, “Oh, you poor, poor baby. You need me much more than I need you.” Then her voice became strident as she pushed me through the door and into my kitchen, “Now get in the fucking house!”
I think I heard her mutter something about not having to work this hard in five hundred years or something and then I was pushed to sit on the couch in my den. Straddling my legs, Alex sat on my thighs and sighed, “Finally.”
Her hand on my dick guided the tip and she began to impale herself on my shaft. My moan became a soft, ‘Oh, my Go…’, which was as far as I got before a strong hand clamped over my mouth.
“Let’s have none of that,” Alex hissed. “The one thing I don’t need is His attention!”
Alex’s movements began again and I couldn’t believe how good it all felt. Especially when she stopped kissing me and her mouth moved to my neck. There was a brief sensation of pain when she sucked too hard, but after that it was pure bliss. Alex paid so much attention to my neck that I was sure I’d have a hickey in the morning. But I didn’t care. My cock sliding in her pussy felt sooo damned good.
After a while, Alex stopped playing with my neck and sat up. This brought her perfect tits so close to my mouth that I couldn’t resist catching and sucking on one of her hard nipples. This continued for some time; Alex moved on my cock while my hands molded soft tissue and my mouth sucked hard on one nipple and then the other…
Alex pulled away with a gasp. Moving off my cock she stood and lifted one boob… “SON OF A BITCH!!!”
Her scream lifted me out of the strange stupor my mind was in. At least enough to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“This! This is what’s wrong,” Alex said as she bent down and shoved her tit in my face. There was a small scrape near the nipple. A small dot of blood appeared as I looked.
“Alex, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how… I chipped a tooth on a walnut shell last year, but I didn’t think it was that sharp. But it’s just a small scratch.”
“It doesn’t matter how small it is, you stupid Human! I’ve already fed from you. Once our blood mixes, if you take even a little bit back, you’re going to Turn.”
“Turn,” I asked. I struggled to understand. I was dizzy and my mind wouldn’t stay focused.
“Yes. Turn. As in, become one of us,” Alex said over her shoulder as she began to pace. I had nothing to say as my eyes struggled to follow her quick steps. Damn, she was fast. I was just content to sit.
“To turn someone without their conscious consent is about the lowest thing a Vampire can do,” I heard her say to herself in a considering tone.
“Vampire? Where,” I asked, looking around.
Alex stopped pacing and just looked at me, “Sure as shit, he’s in no condition to give consent. But does he really deserve to die because of a chipped tooth?”
Outside the storm was still raging. it hadn’t abated even a bit. Alex stood still as if struggling to reach a decision. Then she smiled, “Fuck it. I’m still hungry. I can always kill him again later.” With that, she did an amazing standing jump that reached from my kitchen door to the couch. T
Ignoring my dick, this time when she played with my neck, the pain was more intense, followed by wave after wave of pleasure so intense I came as torrents of my cum wet mine and Alex’s stomach.
Then, I died…
**********
I was outside, leaning against Chuck’s front door while trying to keep my cigarettes dry. The storm had rolled past but a light, misty shower still fell. My van was parked in his driveway. Lighting a cigarette, I took a long pull and punched a fifteen-digit number into my phone. There wasn’t even a ring-a-ding before a voice answered, “Code please.”
“And a very good night to you, too, Anna.”
“Code please!” There was no warmth in the voice. When Anna was on duty, she was all business. I hit the buttons to put in the code.
“Hello, Alex. How goes it out in The Wild?” This time there was warmth and interest in her voice.
“Lonely,” I replied. “Very lonely. Is this call being recorded? Because I could sure use some phone sex.”
“Of course, this call is being recorded. But I can get you a number to a service you can call.”
“Never mind. It’s your voice I want to hear whispering naughty words into my ear. Like that time we were in San Fransisco and you said you wanted to…”
“Stop,” Anna commanded.
“You know, I’ll always wonder if that spell you cast caused that big earthquake because it certainly shook my…”
“Stop it! This call is being recorded you vampiric vixen! And I did not cause the 1906 earthquake. That spell was specifically targeted at your…” Anna stopped talking and took a long breath. “Let’s just move along, shall we? So, did you have anything to report or did you just call hoping for sex talk?”
“Both, actually,” I replied. “The job is done per instruction. In a week he’ll be fully Turned and he’ll think it was all just bad luck caused by a chipped tooth. He’ll have no reason to think anything else.” The cut I’d made on my breast with a sharp fingernail was already healed.
“Fantastic. So, hurry up and come home.”
“I will…”
“What’s the matter, Alex,” Anna asked, picking up on my hesitation. “Are you feeding good? Do you have a safe place for the day?”
“Yes and yes, Mom,” I answered in a long-suffering voice. Anna tended to mother everyone. “I think it’s a combination of things out of my control. I just feel itchy for some reason. I’m so exposed out here without you watching my back.”
“Yeah,” Anna laughed. “Maternity leave is a real bitch. But once a witch passes her two hundredth birthday, the chance for a baby decreases. I couldn’t pass up what might be my last chance.”
“Of course not! And I love our daughter. Hey, only nineteen more years and she’ll be twenty-one and The Family will consider her an adult. Then you and me can raise some serious hell in The Wild again,” I replied. Maternity leave in The Family lasted from the moment of conception until the kid was an adult. Grandmother’s rule.
“So, what else is bugging you,” Anna asked. “You said it was a combination of things.”
“It’s this guy I just Turned. You know how Seers are. They try hard to be all cryptic and mysterious. Maybe I got the message wrong. I can’t help wondering if I just killed the wrong Human. He’s just so… So, vanilla! He’s a fucking history major. What the hell does The Family need with a history major? Hell, Grandmother has lived the last fifty thousand years of history. If there’s an event in the last thousand years one of The Family hasn’t personally witnessed or interviewed eyewitnesses soon after, I can’t think of it.”
“Just bring him in, Alex. Someone above our pay grade wanted him. Let him be their problem. For now, though, this report has gone on for so long, I’m sure it is being monitored. Keep your fangs sharp, Vampire.”
“Keep your spells ready, Witch,” I replied as Anna ended the call.
Putting my phone in my back pocket, I looked around. Talking to Anna hadn’t lessened the itch I felt that something was off. Vamp eyesight is wonderful. Shadows between houses that Human eyes would never penetrate? To me, it was like seeing during daytime as a dark cloud passed over the sun. Nothing moving. If Vamp Vision was wonderful, Vamp Hearing was awesome. Walking slowly on the sidewalk, one by one I ‘tuned in’ to each house on the block. One guy was whacking off to porn but except for him… Human heartbeats. Slow. Sleeping.
I still had an itch, so I went into Chuck’s backyard. Nothing seen. Nothing heard. I was about to chalk my itch up to nerves when, as I took a few steps towards the fence between Chuck’s house and his neighbor’s, something growled a warning and every hair on my neck rose up.
It wasn’t a real sound. Just a very vivid impression in my mind that something didn’t like me. I didn’t see, hear or smell anything, but I knew something, or someone, did not want me to come closer. Slowly, I held up empty hands in front of my chest in what I hoped was an inter-dimensional sign of peace as I backed up a step. Then two more steps as the hairs on the back of my neck relaxed. The message from this, whatever, was neither cryptic nor mysterious.
“Hey, you got it,” I said to the empty yard next door. “You on that side of the fence. Me on this side. No problem.”
Vampires are at the top of the food chain and I’m an Alpha Vamp. The top of the top. I’d been banished to the Arctic Circle for ten years once for breaking one silly Family rule. There I was just strolling along, la-de-la-de-laa, not paying attention when I literally stumbled over a polar bear with a cub. Sure, Mama Bear got in a few good licks. Ripped out a few yards of my intestines. But I beat that bitch senseless. Would have killed her just for the fantastic rug she’d make except for the cub. I’m not a monster! So, the occasions when I find something I don’t want to tangle with are few. Tonight, was one of those few. Besides, my mission was Chuck, not finding out what was beyond that fence. Live and let Un-live was my motto tonight.
Keeping my eyes on the fence, I continued to back away until I stepped onto Chuck’s patio. I was still being watched, weighed in the balance… Where the fuck did that comparison come from, I wondered as I lit another cigarette. But it was a watchful watch, not a, ‘I’m gonna rip your throat out, Bitch!’, kind’a glare.
Tomorrow night I’d have to hunt two, maybe three times to get enough blood for Chuck. But, for now? I finished my cigarette and went inside. There were a lot of windows that needed to be covered up before dawn.
Chapter Two coming…
