The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (5 page)

God!  I feel like such a fool!  How has this woman
managed to get under my skin like this?

E
very evening thereafter, I would anxiously check the
lineup list.  And every night, I became more and more disenchanted, when her
name and mine were never coordinated.  Growing increasingly anxious for a
chance to be with her, I devised a plan.

I would quit hoping and placing all my hopes in the hands of
others for a chance to be with her.  Instead, I would pursue her in the
traditional sense. 

But where do I start?  How does one go about that sort of
thing?  I have never really had a genuine relationship, only a string of sexual
rendezvous and flings.  And never before have
I
had to pursue a woman. 
They have always approached me!  And since I have been at
Sanguelascivia
,
all of my sexual needs have been satisfied by the multitude of encounters I
have while performing.  Rarely have I even had sex off stage, as I actually
value my space and time to myself when not performing. 

Regardless, I had set my mind to it.  I would woo Giuliana,
make her forget she ever saw or had Sven.  She would become mine and she would
love me and only me.  What that would mean for our future here, I did not yet
know, though I was sure that things would have to change.  If watching her with
others was so tormenting when she was not even literally mine, than I could not
imagine how exponentially agonizing it would be when she
was
.  Not to
mention how
she
might feel about me fucking other women.

Well, we will deal with that when the time comes.

The night after her initial stage performance, I was
assigned to Inga, the same blonde who Giuliana had been with the previous
night.  Though I did not like her attitude, I cannot deny that strictly in the
female attraction sense, she was one of the finest women there.  She was
everything most men dreamt of when they were busy… well, you know. 

Nonetheless, she is nothing compared to Giuliana.

I was scheduled to perform in a threesome with two women, as
was she. 

Well, this should be interesting.  At least I can imagine
them both to be Giuliana, though I had better be careful or I will not be able
to sustain myself to complete the show!

Somehow, I was able to manage, though I was finding it
increasingly difficult to perform with other women.  It was just not the same. 
The excitement of it all was sharply diminished.  I was starting to feel that
the only way I would be able to culminate the act was to think of her, and yet also,
thinking of her would threaten to send me over the edge precipitately.

The next night she was scheduled to do a show with two men, and
once again neither of them was myself.  I resolved I was not going to allow
another night to pass without being close to her. 

It was customary before a performer went onstage for their
featured act to be properly prepared by someone backstage, especially the
women, so as to arouse them beyond their nervousness, and to the point of eager
readiness.  I suddenly felt foolish for not having thought of it earlier. 

I shall volunteer to prep her!

Finally, I will know her scent, know her taste, know the
feel of her skin beneath my hands.

Donning my most gorgeous
smile — and of course, nothing else— I strode towards her.  Nervousness set in,
as she watched me approach and I hoped I would not disappoint her. 

 “Giuliana, I would be
delighted to ready you for your show,” I stated, chagrinned by the nervous tone
which sounded in my voice. 

To my delight, she
straightened up her naked body as if to display it for me and smiled in what
seemed to be acceptance.  The beauty of it nearly turned me to putty.

And then to my utter dismay,
Lucia intercepted.

 “Thank you Vincenzo, you are
so dear,” our stage director cooed, winking at me. 

My blood began to simmer. 

“However, there is not sufficient
time, as Giuliana’s show has been moved up after the premature finish of our
previous performers.  Speaking of which, she tends to have issue with that
herself, so I do not think she will suffer much from not having been prepped.  She
shall fare just fine.  Why just last night, she climaxed without warning as
Marco readied her.  I am sure the two fine specimens of man flesh she is to
perform with will have her moist and panting soon enough.” 

Poor Giuliana’s face flushed at
Lucia’s humiliation of her
. 

How can she say such unkind
things about her? 

Giuliana lifted her eyes, and
were promptly met by mine.  I was comforted by the obvious disappointment I
read in them, telling me that perhaps she was not yet lost to me, perhaps there
truly was still a chance for me to win her heart.

Leaving me to my incessant
unfulfilled longing for her, she sauntered out onto the stage to meet the two
privileged males who would have her body tonight.

My own show shortly thereafter was with just one woman and
in my mind, she
was
Giuliana.  I made love to her as I never had before
onstage.  I noticed Giuliana watching my performance from the side curtains, a
strange expression upon her face.  I was unsure as to what it meant.  However, when
next I looked, she was no longer there, which saddened me.  But then, why would
I want her to watch me another woman?  Perhaps it was merely because that was
as close as I could get to being with her while doing
that
.  With her at
least there for me to look at, I could more so imagine she was the one I made love
to.

O
ccasionally one of the solitary female Vampire
patrons would convince the staff to let them be taken on stage— and for some
reason, I seemed to be their chosen favourite.  Doing them was nothing like
having sex with a human woman.  Aside of the obvious cold-skinned thing, they
would never fail to seize control of the entire situation, fucking me wildly,
nearly into exhaustion.  Then they would always command me to release my climax
in their mouths, so they could relish it, greedily swallowing every drop of it
down their throats.  This primed them all the more for the grand finale— their
drinking from me. 

Of course, beholding all of this would incite the Vampires
in the audience into a frenzy, male and female alike.  After a couple of
catastrophic mishaps, eventually the proprietors of
Sanguelascivia
wisely decided to place a sanction on those shows.  However, till this day,
their patrons have never given up requesting them.  I feared that the desire to
keep their indispensable patrons satisfied and coming back would in time cloud
their judgment.

That night, rather than the males which I tended towards, I
selected a female Vampire to entertain privately.  Only this time, I was
determined to take control of the situation.  This was to be for
my
advantage. 
Though no one could come close to the lovely Giuliana, she possessed a vaguely
similar appearance, enough to fulfill my fantasy.  Unlike some, this one was
accompanied by her mate, who was also Vampire, and he happened to be blonde, of
obvious Scandinavian descent. 

Yes, this is going to do nicely.

I needed to relieve some steam and rid myself of
insecurities and I knew this would likely be a good way in which to accomplish
that.

 As Vampire males had the most ill-fated disadvantage of
being unable to
fully
perform, and therefore keep their female mates
satisfied— who by contrast tended to be exceedingly highly sexed— they would
resort to escorting them to an establishment such as
Sanguelascivia
, and
at least have the privilege of being with their mate while they were being
serviced.
 
And to be honest, I never had
felt entirely comfortable with that particular situation.

But tonight, I was not about to let it get to me.  Instead,
I planned to use it entirely to my advantage.  First, I would command him to
stroke and suck me to get me nice and hard for her while I lavished her body
with my gifted tongue.  He would not be able to decline because this was about
her
pleasure, and knowing the females’ lascivious natures, she would not pass up
the chance to see it.  Once I had her adequately writhing, I would give his
female the finest fuck she had ever had, making her purr and moan and scream
out my name, while he sat back observing. 

And I was going to relish each and every minute!

Because this time, in my mind, I would be having sex with
Giuliana, while it was Sven who was forced to do nothing but observe and see
how a
real
man pleasures a woman, how much better I could satisfy a
woman like Giuliana.

Of course, for her participation, afterwards I allowed the
satiated female Vamp to drink her fill from me.  I was even generous enough to
allow her mate a taste.

It went rather well, precisely how I had envisioned it. 
Nevertheless, while I felt completely invincible during the session,
afterwards, I did not feel as relieved as I had thought I would.  Though my
body was amply satisfied, still I was left with a strange sort of empty
feeling, my heart aching for more.

Or was it merely due to my diminished blood supply?  No, I
had experienced
that
before.  But
this
feeling, I was certain I had
never experienced anything like
it
before.  It almost
hurt
. 

Was
this
love?

I
seemed
to be just as popular among the male Vampires as I was with the females at the
club and since I liked to keep things fresh, over the years, I had had my share
of them in the VIP rooms.

Of course, it was a whole different game with the males. 
Although, with them, things could go in two vastly different directions. 

Some desired primarily to dominate me, donning a belt with a
phallus fashioned of leather and ordering me to suck them before penetrating me
with it.  Of course, the grand finale for any of them was the moment they sank
their teeth into me and imbibed my hot blood into them to fill their own hollow
veins.  The dominant, sadistic ones scared me the most, for I feared they would
become carried away and take things that one step too far, which in my position
could prove to be fatal.

Still, others preferred to play a more submissive role,
seeming to cherish the opportunity to worship my large, rigid organ with their
hands, as well as orally.  I decided they did it in reverence of that which
they no longer possessed.  I found that they relished tasting my seed, just as
did the female Vamps.  I suppose it was because, like the blood, it was another
life affirming fluid.  Perhaps, it made them feel more human, more alive, if
only for an evanescent moment. 

And then, there were the ones who chose to take on both roles. 
If there was one thing I was sure that I knew about Vampires, it was that they
could be quite unpredictable and difficult to decipher.  Though, I suppose ones’
existing for hundreds of years could prove to be rather mundane after a while. 

They had to do
something
to excite their soul.  Well,
that is, if they even possessed one.  And I was not one to believe that they
did.

But then, one day, I met a male Vampire who seemed to
disprove all of my previously established opinions of their kind. 

Offering his hand out to me, he introduced himself in the
most gentlemanly manner.  “I am pleased to be of your acquaintance,” he began
rather eloquently, although still, that meant little to me at the time as many
of them initially presented themselves in quite a deceivingly refined manner.
“I am Niccolò.” 

Though with him, I did not sense the typical underlying
menace that was usually always present with them.  And after four years of
dealing with their kind, trust me, my instincts had become finely honed.

“Likewise,” I replied, attempting to quickly assess him.   “I
am Vincenzo.”

Niccolò was of average height, a bit on the stout side, with
well-kept curly hair black as night and eyes nearly as dark.  His genuine smile
made me feel even more at ease, for he seemed to radiate compassion. 

I simply did not know what to make of him.

And that made me anxious.

He must be very good at his act, to fool even me as this.

With him following, I led him back to the VIP room.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” I instructed, motioning
to the settee, for he seemed slightly uneasy.

Perhaps it is his first time back here.

“Thank you, Vincenzo,” Niccolò replied graciously.

My chest already bared, my hands moved to my leather pants
and began to unfasten them.

“Oh no, Vincenzo, please, there is no need for that,” he stated,
exhibiting just a slight bit of embarrassment.  Though, he also made no
pretense about taking in the sight of my bare muscles.  “Let us just become
better acquainted, shall we?”  Niccolò patted the settee beside him, smiling
that ‘too nice guy’ smile again.

I was in shock.  This had
never
before happened to me
with a male Vampire, since the core of their manhood had essentially been taken
away from them, leaving them mentally so sexually frustrated, they jumped at
the chance for any sexual interaction to prove themselves once more.

So I sat beside him and we chatted for some time.  He seemed
genuinely interested in learning about me, about the kind of person I was.  I
told him of all the adventures I had experienced, both since I had been at
Sanguelascivia
,
as well as before, when I was an actor.  We talked about nearly everything. 

Everything, that is, but Giuliana.

“Ah, Vincenzo, how I would have loved to see you play
Romeo!” Niccolò remarked.  “It is one of my regrets, that Shakespeare is one
man I never did have the occasion to meet.”

I smiled at him, thinking of all the famous artists he had
relayed to me that he had known in his time during the Renaissance, back when
he was turned. 

What a fascinating life he has led!

I kept waiting for him to suddenly snap or something, for
the Monster to reveal its true form. 

But it never happened.

And even stranger still, I actually felt quite comfortable
with him.  Never had I let my guard down with one of them before.  My
interaction with them was merely duty, albeit at times with the added benefit
of being sexually pleasurable.  But never had I come close to being able to
consider one of them as any sort of
friend
.  They were just
Vampires
.

But not Niccolò.  He was clearly different, and I found
myself genuinely liking him.

After more than an hour had passed and we had done nothing
but converse, I realised that perhaps with the sort of refined gentleman he
was, he was waiting for me to offer my blood to him, rather than presuming it
was his to take.

“Forgive me, would you care to taste of me now, Niccolò?” I
offered, tilting my head away from him to expose myself.

His eyes shot to my bare neck, and flared, his tongue hastily
slipping out to lick his lips.

Ah, here it is, the Vampire in him about to emerge.  I
was beginning to wonder if he was even truly a Vampire at all…

But then, to my surprise once more, he recomposed himself. 

“Oh, thank you, Vincenzo, for your most generous offer,” he
began.  I thought I could detect the slightest hint of regret in his voice,
though if it truly was there, he covered it well.  “Nonetheless, I believe it
would be to both our benefits to wait till another time.”  He rose from the
settee to stand, and taking my hand within his, planted a tender kiss upon it
before turning to open the door.

“Until next time, my dear Vincenzo,” Niccolò said, kissing
both of my cheeks in turn.  Then he left me, bewildered.

There is no figuring this one out!

Niccolò returned to see me several more times, and always it
was the same.  No attempt whatsoever at anything sexual.  Merely conversation
and companionship. 

He is the most peculiar Vampire ever I have encountered! 
He almost seems human…

On his fifth visit, after my habitually offering my blood to
him just before the end of each time, finally Niccolò accepted.  When he
pierced me with his teeth, I could scarcely feel any pain, and he drank from me
with the utmost of care. 

Never had I experienced anything quite like it with another
Vampire.

At last, realising perhaps he was merely too genteel to
approach a matter of such decadent flavour, I decided that the next time he
called on me I would put him to the test.

Exactly one week later he returned to
Sanguelascivia
.

And
I
propositioned
him
. 

And
he
declined.

I was in utter shock!  Never before had my highly sought
after sexual services been rejected!

“Trust me, Vincenzo, you are an incredibly attractive man. 
Anyone would desire someone like you.  And I
do
desire you.  But not
like this, not here.  If I may confess, I want more from you than tawdry sexual
thrills in this back room.  Not to in any way demean what you do, of course… and
I am sure you are quite good at what you do…”  His eyes drifted off for a
moment as though he was contemplating the vision which he had just evoked.

Ah, so he does shroud some sexual part of him deep in
there.  I was beginning to think I had met the one celibate Vampire!

Mildly embarrassed for his distraction, Niccolò continued, “Forgive
me, I digress.  As I was saying, I have grown rather fond of you, Vincenzo.  It
would be my honour if you would consent to be mine.  I would like to offer you
a permanent position with me in my home as my companion.”  Finishing his
speech, he gazed to me hopefully.

“Niccolò,” I began, the tone in my voice already conveying
my answer.  “I am flattered by your offer, truly I am.  And if ever there was
anyone whose offer I would consider, I assure you, it would be yours.  However,
this is just not the best time for me.  There is something I wish to pursue.  I
would never forgive myself if I did not wait to let it properly play out.”

“Ah, I see,” Niccolò responded, his tone one of sudden
comprehension.  “A woman…  Even after these several years of being exposed to
countless women, now at last, for the first time in your life, you have fallen
in love and it has you spellbound.”  His lips turned up into a perceptive
smile.  “Yes, trust me, I can understand.” 

I looked at him, stunned at his enigmatic ability for
insight.

How could he know?

Never had I felt so bad turning an offer down.  And, believe
me, I had had my share.  But never any that I would have actually given the
slightest consideration. 

But I truly had grown to be quite fond of Niccolò.

And now, there was no way I could accept.

Giuliana…

No, I could not possibly now. 

Not that I ever had the slightest desire to accept any of
their offers before.  Even if it did come with the benefit of putting a halt on
my aging as a human for the duration, that was just not the kind of life I
wanted— being slave to one Vampire’s thirst—to their twisted sexual demands.  I
had been perfectly happy where I was, having sex with different females every
night.  But now, I had a quite different reason to stay.

“Yes, that is exactly it,” I replied, still astounded.

Pleased with himself, his smile widened.  “Well, I cannot
say I am not disappointed by your answer.  Still, I wish you only the best and
pray for your happiness, Vincenzo.”

“Thank you, Niccolò,” I replied, returning his smile.  “That
means a great deal to me.”

Extending his hand, Niccolò handed me a card.  Upon it was his
address, inked in lovely calligraphy.  “As my home in Florence is quite a distance
from here, please allow me to leave you with my calling card, should anything
change.  I do not know when I shall return here, but I want you to know that my
offer holds true anytime, should you reconsider.” 

“Of course, Niccolò, and thank you,” I replied, still
feeling rather poorly for denying him.

Leaning forward, he graciously planted a kiss upon each
cheek.  “It has been a pleasure becoming so well acquainted with you,
Vincenzo.  It is my sincere hope that we shall meet again one day soon.”

“As it is mine, Niccolò,” I replied in return, and meaning
it.

With that, he left me.

I was taken aback by the way I felt. 

Never had I felt a fondness— adoration even— for a Vampire. 
But Niccolò was different.  More than the friend he had become, he was by far
the finest man I had ever had the pleasure of knowing— Vampire or not.