Drawn to a Vampire (3 page)

I’m surprised I
made it to a club without giving into my hunger.  I wanted to grab someone.  Anyone.  In fact everyone I saw.  I wanted to feast on them out in the open.  I wanted to rip my teeth into their flesh and feed. 

That’s what my body called for, but my mind rebelled, and I did make it to a club.  I didn’t want to risk a drink from the bar in case vomiting ensued, instead I headed straight for the dance floor.  I’d chosen a club I was unfamiliar with in the hope I’d see nobody I knew.  This one had a dark and dirty vibe, with low ceilings and different rooms for different tastes. 

It was eleven o’clock and crowded.  I had no-trouble blending in, even though I couldn’t keep my eyes off all those bodies I was surrounded by.  WANT.  I wanted blood.  And desire.  My body called for more than a feed.  I wanted those sensations back, those sensations I’d experienced with Luca.  I craved to touch and be touched.  For my body and heart to sing. 

On the dance floor bodies surrounded me.  I wondered if I gave off some kind of pheromone which made them attracted to me, like I’d been drawn to Luca.  The way he’d smelled sooo good.  Would I smell that way to a guy, would I be irresistible?  I was about to find out. 

I danced up to the first guy who looked my way, letting the music vibrate through me, trying to let my movement distract me from my wants, because I had to wait, I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t be discovered.  I knew it, but couldn’t think through the repercussions of that happening.  Now all I could think about was this guy before me, and his body, and his blood.  Medium height, and with tousled brown hair and hazel eyes, he was a cutey. 

He grinned, a cheeky wide grin, and I smiled back, doing my best to twinkle, to be alluring, or demure, or something … but it turns out I didn’t have to try too hard.  He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me against him.  His pulse thrummed in my ears, even over the music.  My attention focused on his blood, his smell, thumping blood swimming through his arteries.  I could hear it.  I could become lost in it.  My teeth tingled, and I knew my patience would soon run out.  My discipline was losing to my need. 

He moved my hips against his, and I let myself go to the music and moved with his body.  His mouth moved to my neck and I heard him inhale deeply.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he murmured.

I didn’t answer, instead my lips found his mouth and I kissed, but I wanted his blood so badly, and I could feel my teeth starting to grow.

I decided to take a risk.

“Can we go somewhere quieter?” I asked, my own heart syncing with his rhythm, ready to feed, needing to sooo bad.  He smelt rich and I could taste the promise on his lips….

“Come on,” he said, and he led me away.

I felt thrilled. ‘Shit, this is so easy,’ I thought, as I followed him outside the club, keeping my mouth shut to hide my pointed teeth, and into a dark alley.  The buildings were high around us, the sky over cast, a dull reddish black, reflecting the light of the city.  Bin bags were piled high by doors, and I could vaguely hear the music beating through the walls from the club, along with the general noise of cars and distant alarms.

He kissed my neck and I breathed him in, my teeth at his neck, ready, but his kisses felt so good a new kind of energy started to stir in me, and instead of biting his neck right away I decided I’d draw it out, make the most of the situation.  He kissed my cheek and found my lips and I kissed him back, careful not to cut him, but this was hard work, the way he was kissing me, it was like he longed for my body the way I longed to feed on him. 

His hands slid down my thighs, and up my leg, pulling my dress higher.  I could feel him hard against me and I wanted him inside me, I wanted to recreate the feeling of the night before, with Luca.  I wanted this to be Luca. 

I shook my head, trying to forget, my body tingling in anticipation.  He thrust into me and I moaned, turned on and confused, and so thirsty, my teeth felt like they were growing even longer.  I gripped his back and we moved together, hungrily needing to be touched, to increase the connection.  He came quickly, groaning, and as he did his trousers up, I gave in, the ‘fun’ over.  I felt unsatisfied, like I needed fulfilment. 

I rested my teeth against the skin of his neck, feeling his pulse ripple against my mouth, and I let my teeth slide through his skin, finding his artery.  It was easy, the blood just flowed into my mouth, sustaining me, bringing me life.  It was a heady mix of rich life essence, laced with alcohol and cocaine.  I sucked harder, and he didn’t even fight.  He clutched me against him, and I drank deeper and it was so good.  I drank and I wanted and I drank, and then the liquid started to stop … and I sucked harder.  And then it did stop.  But I wanted more.  I pushed him back in anger, my teeth ripping out of his neck, and he fell to the ground.

Then awareness returned to me.  “No!!  Fuck.  Nooo!”

I ran to him and checked his pulse, even though I could hear … hear nothing.  I knew his pulse had gone.  His life had left him.  I had failed.  I sobbed loudly and ran from the alley, wiping away blood from my face.  I had to get away … away from people.  I couldn’t be in the city any more.  I couldn’t believe what I’d done, and yet I was still so hungry!

And suddenly I saw red.  I needed more blood, and there were more bodies in that club, and I was going to take what was mine to take, as a bloodrite.  I wiped the blood from my face and confidently found my way back inside.  I saw a very sexy man standing by the bar, walked straight up to him and slid my hand under his t-shirt.  He turned around swiftly, and I smiled, and immediately his expression softened, his pupils dilated, and he returned my smile.  This guy was more like Luca – tall and dark and deeply hot.  Would this guy be the one to make me feel the way Luca had?

“Come with me,” I said, and he bloody well did.  So much for the chase!

I turned around, and he followed, his hands on my hips, caressing me, awakening primal desires.  I pushed my butt back against him, teasing him, and I felt him respond.  I smirked to myself.  I was the master of this – a seductress!  And I was hungry.  I wanted sex.  SEX!  Contact!  Lust!  Connection!  And I wanted to drink.  I wanted to take.  To be in command, to rule the men I could now have. 

I wanted to bite him.  I wanted to kiss him.  And now I could do both. 

I’d gone from a life of not wanting anything, to wanting everything and anything and wanting them bad.  It was intoxication.  It made me tingle with excitement and my head rush with deep pleasure. 

We didn’t make it far into the alley, not far enough to see the first guy I’d brought this way, before our hands were all over each other.  I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, lightly stroked his jaw and neck, down over his t-shirt – then inside.  Good looking and muscular, this guy was fine to touch.  My body wanted him.  But it wasn’t like it had been with Luca, he didn’t do
that
for me.  But it still felt so, so good. 

I ripped off his t-shirt, and his eyes opened wide at my strength.  But it also turned him on.  He covered me in kisses, pulling the collar of my dress low, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples and then his hands went lower, stroking my butt, and the top of my thighs, rubbing me though my pants.  I felt so hot for him. 

I rubbed him too, then fumbled at his belt and freed him and then we really had fun.  He fucked me hard, pushing me against a wall, lifting me off the ground.  I felt him deeply inside me, filling me up.  We both breathed hard, breathless, and shit, he was goood.  I felt close to exploding, but I wanted more.  My teeth tingled and lengthened and I sank them deeply into his neck.  For a minute he faltered, and took a sharp breath, but then things changed and he just pumped into me harder and we both fucking came as I sucked his blood.  Shit, he was hot.  I drank, and drank, and he tasted fucking good, too.  It sure wasn’t souls connecting, but his blood had a pure essence thing going on and it made me chime inside as it filled me up.

As I drank the realisation hit me, an awareness of my actions, and I knew I had to stop.  But I couldn’t.  I wanted to stop, but I needed him, what he contained, to be in me.  I tried to retract me teeth, to let him go, and I couldn’t.  But suddenly I found a new resolve, and just like that, I did it. 

I caught his head and lowered him to the floor.  I could still hear his pulse, faintly.  I didn’t know what to do, but then I had an idea – what if I gave him some of my blood?  Would that turn him into a vampire?  Would that be better than him being dead?  But no, according to all the films he had to be killed to become a vampire.

I must have been killed.

I’m dead.

Undead.

Shite.

I bit my wrist, feeling a quick twin sting, and then placed my wrist, blood flowing, against his mouth.  It dripped at a fast rate down his throat, and then his lips and eyes twitched and he started to suck.  It felt weird, like he was suckling me, but strangely pleasant.  I heard his heartbeat grow stronger, but as I fed him I felt my own hunger growing and knew I had to get away from him, or I’d hurt him again. 

I had to get more blood.

I carefully checked my face was blood free, making use of a car wing mirror to do so, then walked away from the club.  Logical thinking was there to a degree, even if my moral compass had been obscured by blood lust.  I didn’t want the bouncers getting suspicious.  Instead I decided to challenge my new found seductress – it must be something about vampires, I figured.  I’d go and pull in a bar, rather than a club.  In my mind, at least, clubs were pulling ground, bars less so.  Meeting someone’s eye in a bar didn’t mean you’d get lucky.  I went in the first bar I got to, hunger thrumming through me, need consuming any semblance of my previous self.

Immediately I was offered a drink.  I looked up to meet the man’s eye.  Green.  Charming.  But too old for me.  I wanted someone fresh and new, someone who would have vibrant, energy filled fluid pumping through their veins.  I spotted a likely candidate over his shoulder and walked towards him.  My age-ish, eighteen, youthful, but manly for his age.  He was with a date, and I saw this as the perfect challenge.  The perfect test to see how far my vampire abilities would stretch.  I stepped in between the two and put my hand on his chest.  And I smiled.

“Hey,” objected the girl, angrily.

I turned and flashed her a smile, and she grinned back.  I smelled alcohol on her breath and I smelled her blood, delicious, and yet I was still surprised when she reached out for me, lightly touching my stomach, her cool fingers sending a shiver to my core.  I turned away from her and leaned towards her boyfriend for a kiss.  His lips were on mine in an instant, and hands caressed me from behind.

‘What’s with this?’ I thought.  Then something struck me – what if the more blood I consumed, the more irresistible I became.  The stronger my vampire aura, or the pheromones I secreted, or something. 

This was unreal.  But something I sure could take advantage of.

“Come with me,” I said, and they both followed.

I could tell they wanted me.  I had four hands running over my skin, holding me, pulling me towards their bodies.  But having sex with a girl did not appeal, and after my last encounter I felt sexually satisfied.  My thirst was strong after feeding that guy my blood.  I wanted to drink their blood bad.  I wondered how I could do this.  If I bit one of them surely the other would scream?  Hell, what did anything matter at this point? 

It wasn’t hard to find another quiet spot, even in the city at night.  The place was riddled with narrow roads people barely ever walked down at this time.  I found the perfect spot, a little shopping street with large doorways.  The type homeless people get ‘moved on’ from. 

The three of us stumbled into one of those said doorways and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine and her hands were on my breasts … but I was soo hungry.  I couldn’t handle it.  I broke away from his kiss and went straight for his neck, and I bit, and I drank, barely noticing anything but the blood, barely feeling the hands hitting at me, pushing at me, pulling me, trying to get me off him. 

When I started to become full this hitting did start to annoy me, but I can’t believe how I acted! I wrenched my teeth out of his neck, and then I turned and hissed, actually hissed!  Showing my teeth, which dripped with blood.  Shit! 

I cannot believe I did that. 

It’s not surprising she turned and ran.  I soared after her, barely blinking at my new speed, and jumped.  She hit the paved street with a thump and a crack, and I smelled her blood, and I filled with anger, and as she whimpered I drank.  She tasted so fucking good.  I loved the new sensations, feeling her body, her emotions, her life energy, all thrumming through her.  I whisked those things away, into me, and it was divine.  As I felt her energy start to ebb I retracted my teeth and let her go.  But she lay there unmoving. 

Unconscious. 

I could hear her heart beating, slowly, steadily, but I was not leaving her in a healthy state.  She was so not OK.  Then it hit me.  My blood lust disappeared, just like that. I had drank so much, I’d feasted.  I’d gone bloody crazy.  I’d killed and I’d harmed. 

Self-loathing welled up from my stomach, bubbling unpleasantly around my heart, and I screamed, with all the voice and power I had.  I screamed, a high pitched wail, which echoed around the surrounding streets.