Copyright © 2009 by Michelle Lundy
ISBN: 978-0-557-20909-5
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Chapter One: 2/24/09
Dear diary,
It's funny how I never thought I'd find myself writing in this damn thing, but now I feel it's my only saving grace.
When my mother gave me this diary for my twenty-first birthday I, regrettably, laughed in her face. I opened this gift of hers and found myself struck dumbfound by what she said as I unwrapped the neatly folded decorative paper off its leather bound cover. Her words will forever haunt me until the day I die.
"Eternity Long," she said, "I pray God has mercy on your soul, but if you continue to follow the path of unrighteousness, may the devil dance on your grave, for there will be nothing left for God to save."
"Are you kidding me?" I laughed until tears spilled from my eyes and she went storming furiously out of the room.
When she had calmed down enough to confront me, she came back to explain. She was scared for my soul. She said that if I could see the error of my ways then maybe I would deter myself from inevitable self destruction in this life and the next. This is where the diary came in. By writing my thoughts and feelings, my sins of promiscuity and alcoholism, then I would see and be free of hells demons. Riiight. That's what she thinks.
I could see her point, to an extent, but come on. Living in Baltimore, Maryland, with its overabundant night life, was simply too hard to resist. What else was there for a girl to do in this big bad city except get sloshed and fuck the nearest Joe Shmoe within arm's reach. It was a way of life. One that I enjoyed every minute of. Besides, everyone's doing it these days.
Needless to say, that was three months ago, on November fourteenth of two thousand eight. My mother was killed a week later by a drunk driver, of all people. You would think that that would have been enough to wake me up, but sadly, it didn't. Instead I had the opposite reaction. I lived day by day in a drunken stupor, wallowing in my own self pity, until recently.
Luckily, with Mom's insurance money and the lawsuit being won, I was able to pay off the house. At least that was one less thing I had to worry about.
Next stop on the highway to hell, get my life back.
I found it hard to stop partying altogether, but I did manage to cut it back to a maximum of four times a week. For me, that was like cutting off my oxygen supply the other three nights. I managed by keeping myself busy. I passed the time cleaning out each room of the house on my off nights. That's how I recently came across the last gift my mother ever gave me, the diary that came with harsh memories of a mother's final warning.
Now, I'm writing in this diary for me, for my mother, and most of all, for my sanity that is on the brink of exploding into an eternal abyss of darkness. Just when I think I'm on the road to recovery, shit happens.
And speaking of shit, I had the dream again. The same dream that reoccurs in my mind like an annoying rerun of Rosanne. The dream where Mr. Knight in Shining Armor turns out to be Satan's little seduction boy. One bite of his apples and you're done for.
What made him think that I wanted this? He didn't even bother to ask me how I felt about it before placing this living death sentence upon me. For that matter, he never bothered to say anything at all. Body language was the only thing we had shared together. But, had I known from the beginning that he was a vampire, I... I... I don't know what I would have done at the time.
He was so gorgeous. My heart raced at the very sight of him. I don't think my own mother, God rest her soul, would have been able to convince me to stay clear of him. Lord knows she used to try, so many times before, to sway my course of action with numerous other men.
"There's something just not right about this one," I can imagine her saying, "heed my warning and stay away from him". But noooo! The clit is mightier than the wit and temptation prevailed once again.
I was at the club, a typical Friday night, dancing my heart out. I live for the adrenaline rush of a crowded room with the music blaring, spotlights flashing, and body's grazing each other ever so closely. It's like some sort of tribal sex dance. Turns me on, really.
Rob Zombies "Living Dead Girl" was playing, my favorite song, and I was really getting into it when the strangest sensation came over me. It wasn't just your typical spooky feeling of being watched, it was something stronger. It felt like eyes were boring right through me, penetrating my chest, as if searching my soul for something long lost.
I stopped dancing and scanned the room to see if anyone was looking my way. It was hard to see anything through the crowd of people jumping up and down all around me, but I finally spotted him across the room sitting at the bar.
Oh my God, he was too gorgeous for words. Yummy, comes to mind.
I admit, at first, I was a little nervous about the way he kept staring at me. My heart started racing and butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. I thought I was going to be sick. Out of all the beautiful women in this room, why was he interested in me? Something must be wrong with him, I thought.
He noticed that I had spotted him, but he refused to look away. My face was getting flush with embarrassment. I wanted him to stop staring... no... no I didn't. Okay, maybe just long enough for me to compose myself. The minute that thought crossed my mind, he looked away.
What...? No!
I thought he'd lost interest, so feeling rather discouraged, I put my head down and retreated back into the crowd. I'm not very good with rejection. I figured I'd embarrassed myself enough for one night and decided it was time to go home.
I was making my way through the crowd when a warm hand touched my shoulder. I turned around slowly, hoping that the hand was attached to the gorgeous hunk at the bar.
Holy shit, it was him!
He was appealing to me from a distance, but up close... I've got two words for you... Instant arousal. He had dark medium length hair with penetrating blue eyes. His masculine features made for a perfect body with rock hard abs, which were easily seen through his open silk dress shirt. And all I could do was stand there, with my mouth practically dropping to the floor, like an idiot.
A grin creased the corners of his lips as he stared into my eyes, apparently pleased with my response. He never said a word, just stared, which was beginning to make me feel quite awkward. "Say something," I pleaded in my mind, "anything". If I wouldn't have been so captivated by his presence, I would have said something, anything, to break that nerve wracking silence.
The DJ started playing a slow song and everyone around us took partners and started dancing together in their usual seductive manner. That must have been his cue. My silent partner took me into his arms, holding me close, and rocked me back and forth in rhythm with the music. His body was hot and sweaty, and like butter, I simply melted in his arms.
When I closed my eyes I could see us tangled together in a sea of ecstasy, waves of passion crashing over us again and again. Still, I would beg for more. Hot juices instantly began flowing from me over the mere thought of it. I didn't know him, never seen him before in my life, but all I knew was that I wanted him.
I opened my eyes when the song ended and the look he gave me told me he wanted the same thing. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me out of the club. I didn't even hesitate. I immediately followed him like some sort of lost puppy dog.
This was going to be the best night of my life, or so I thought.
He led me back to this fancy loft apartment.
Sweet! This guy is sexy and rich.
He poured me a glass of Romanée Conti, an exquisite and rather expensive red wine, and started kissing my neck as I drank it. I let him. His lips were so soft and inviting. With every touch, they sent tingling sensations down my body, building up the already free flowing liquids between my legs into multiple eruptions.
Okay, that did it. I was more than willing, I was ready.
I set down the empty glass and threw myself on him. Finding his mouth, I slipped in my tongue, tasting the sweet nectar of its contents. With my legs straddling him, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed. By the time we got there, I was already half undressed, partially my own doing. He laid me down on silky red sheets and proceeded to take off my remaining clothes. His hands fondled my breast, then worked their way down to the already active volcanic region, pleasing me in ways I never thought possible.
I spent the entire night on an erotic rollercoaster. The best ride of my life. But when I awoke, he was gone.
The only thing I have left to remember him by is the memory of waking in a pool of my own blood, the sickness and excruciating hunger that followed, and the reoccurring dream that reminds me everyday... This is REAL.
Sincerely,
Seduced by Evil
Chapter Two: 3/10/09
Dear Diary,
I'm starving, but I dare not eat. My gut is killing me with its twisting and turning, like someone is putting my intestines through a meat grinder.
I haven't been able to keep anything down since before that dreadful night. Just the thought of food makes me want to vomit, but there's nothing left on my stomach worth coming back up. The last of it came out as disgusting green bile, which forced its way back up my throat and onto the covers of my bed, after I tried to eat a simple piece of bread.
Dear God, what's happening to me?
Now I lay me down to sleep. I toss and turn, but only weep. If I should die before my time, that's fine by me... Kill that fucking demon inside!
Sincerely,
Praying for Death
Chapter Three: 3/13/09
Dear Diary,
It’s 7:00 a.m. and I can’t sleep. The sun has risen, and although I can’t see it through the thick black curtains that adorn my windows, I can feel its rays taunting me.
I've done something regrettable. Something I had promised myself I would never do. I had told myself repeatedly, "I can control this. I can beat this demon's will to survive and die peacefully as the mortal I once was." But...
Last night the streets were as dead as my new, cold black heart. No life scampered, this way and that, as I walked down the middle of the road with its yellow lines guiding my every footstep. No cars to honk their horns for me to get out of the way. No sarcastic looks from people I didn’t even know, with their cruel intentions to judge what they can’t possibly understand.
Even so, if they tried... With just an icy stare or flare of my lip, exposing a sharp pointy fang, and they’d run like cowards. Foolish mortals, you’re nothing but mere food for thought.
"Stop it!" I screamed at the voice inside my head. "Stop saying those things. I control this body!"
The cool night air stroked my face with its gentle caress, assuring me I’m all alone. Which under the circumstances, is best for all. The town was asleep and the night was mine.
I had no particular destination, I just kept walking, enjoying the peace and quiet.
A black cat scampered across the street in front of me, stopping for a moment to look up at me with its glowing yellow eyes, then quickly ran away as if it had seen a ghost. "Yes, run my furry little friend." My stomach gurgled angrily, but I ignored it and continued walking.
Lost in thought, my feet led the way, guiding me to the club I frequently used to visit. The same club I had met my immortal maker. The one who killed my hopes and dreams and turned me into... this... this thing.
Furious, I stormed into the club hoping to find him so I could unleash my inner demon on him. Yes, I know I said I would stop at nothing to keep it at bay, but this is my one exception. Why not use it against him. Then I could die at peace without any unfinished business. After all, I wouldn't want to come back as a ghost.
The place was packed, as usual, with hot men and women crowding the dance floor. How in the world am I going to see anything through all this? Oh, wait... what's this? Haha, I almost forgot... Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, relaxed, and opened myself up to my new enhanced senses.
Wow! What a rush!
Suddenly, all of my senses jolted to a higher level. My skin tingled all over, arousing me without reason. It took me only seconds to see and smell that he was not here.
Mmmmmm.... who cares.
Everyone looked so sexy, sweating out there on the dance floor, rubbing against each other. Watching them turned me on.
I started rubbing myself, one hand on my breast and one between my thighs, gaining me a great deal of attention. A crowd formed around me. People from all sides rubbed up against me, men and women, and I let them.
Mmmmm.... they all smelled so delicious.
A deeply tanned, Hawaiian? I think. Hmmm... Don't know, don't care. He was hot! Anyway, he took hold of me with both hands, pulling me close. He grinded on me, rubbing his groin against the crotch of my pants, causing an instant reaction. Hot, wet juices flowed out of me instantly, saturating the string of my thong and soaking right into my jeans.
"Oooh, you're a bad boy," I whispered into his ear, pulling his head close to mine.
He threw me a confident smile and resumed rubbing me, this time harder. I could tell by his throbbing erection that he was more than happy to be there.
I could hear the sound of his heartbeat as it flowed through the veins in his neck, sending me into a sexual frenzy. I no longer had any control. The demon within had finally won and completely took over.
With hands pawing at me from every direction... at my back, rubbing down my legs, caressing my hair ever so sensually, groping my butt... I was beyond turned on. I was hornier than hell.
I slipped my left hand down and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them off and kicking them across the floor. The rest of my clothes were taken off by the hungry hands that excitedly ripped at them from all sides. There I stood, in the middle of the dance floor, naked as the day I was born. And with the extremely large crowd gathered around me, no one would be the wiser.
I giggled out loud, amused by all my little followers who stimulated my nipples with probing fingers from every direction. So this is what it felt like to have an orgy, I thought, but "Mmmmmm..." was all that came out of my mouth.
The Hawaiian gazed at my naked body with a hunger that matched my own. With a devilish smile, he turned me around, inserting himself deep inside me from behind. Hot liquids began gushing out of me in waves as he rode me to the beat of the music.
A warm tongue greeted my clit, another my left nipple, then my right and I came again and again as more and more people joined in on the action. Lips kissed up my arms. Mouths sucked on each finger. Hands fondled my breast while others explored every inch of the rest of my body. Someone was even on the floor licking at my toes. Tongues found my mouth and I let each and every one of them enter with warm welcome, suckling theirs in return.
With all of the stimulation I could ever want, my climax grew, releasing its little mini waves along the way, until the mother of all orgasms released her load, practically drowning the poor sap on the floor, who hungrily lapped up every last drop. A loud demonic moan escaped my lips as I bent down, grabbing hold of the poor bastard in front of me, and passionately bit into his neck. He didn't even seem to mind as I drank from him. I sucked his blood while the stud behind me continued thrusting his hard cock in and out of my grateful vagina, causing me to climax once again and drop the man at my lips to the floor. Blood ran down my face, but instead of scaring everyone away, many of them ran up to lick it off my cheeks, my chin and my lips.
When it was finally time to head home, this erotic group of people, whom I just had the best night of my life with, had dressed me and completely cleaned me up. As I walked past the guard at the door I gave him a seductive little smile. He winked at me and I thought to myself, "I'll have you next time, big boy."
Now, I lay here in my bed, scared and shaking. Although I didn't kill anyone last night, thank god, I still was not me. Oh, I was there alright, but it felt like being trapped inside someone else's body. I was being violated and no matter how much I screamed, no one could hear my cries. There was no escape.
"Mmmmm.... but that was so good," said the Demon in my head.
I never thought I would ever say this, but I have to agree, I enjoyed every last drop. And that's what scares me the most.
Sincerely,
Aroused
Chapter Four: 3/21/09
Dear Diary,
"Dear Lord, help me fight this," I pray. "Give me the strength to beat this demon, once and for all, while my mortal soul is still semi-conscious."
I've tried imprisoning myself in my bedroom in the hopes of gaining back control over my inner demon, whose power over me appears to be growing by the day.
After witnessing her erotic escapade the other night, of which I had no control in the matter, I barricaded myself in my room. I locked my bedroom door and shoved my dresser, a hope chest, a reading chair and the contents of my entire closet in a big stack in front of it to prevent anyone from entering. Then, I nailed a piece of plywood over my window, and cuffed one of my wrist to the bedpost to prevent myself, consciously or not, from getting out.
I laid upon my bed violently convulsing, not sure if it was from the cold sweats, or from the sharp fingernails scratching at my insides trying to break through my flesh.
Oh, she's pissed alright. She wants more than anything to take over again. But, I won't allow it. Not this time.
After finishing off a bottle of No-Doze, I fought to stay awake. For days I prayed at the top of my lungs, ranting and raving like some lunatic. Occasionally I would even punch myself in the stomach in hopes of inflicting pain on the bitch.
Hungry and exhausted, I felt my eyes getting heavy and sleep finally came, leaving me vulnerable for the demon to have her way with me once again.
I felt myself falling, deep into the pit of hell, as I drifted off into dreamland. A million hands pulled at my ankles as I fought to climb out of that pit of darkness. I kicked at the greedy fingers that hungrily pulled at my clothes, and screamed for the help that never showed. With no strength left, I finally succumbed to their overpowering will and slipped away into the bowels of my fantasy.
At first, there was no light. I couldn't see a thing, but what I felt was... Oh, so good.
Soft hands toyed with me from every direction, ripping off my clothes, piece by piece, until I was one with nature. A free spirit, per say, with nothing to bind me to the mortal world of laws and morals. I stood there, in the dark, with nothing to cover my bare skin except my long black hair that swayed lightly in a breeze that shouldn't have been there. You'd think I'd be embarrassed by this, but instead I felt... Free.
Those unseen hands continued caressing every part of my body, stimulating my inner hunger that was now on the brink of explosion. A warm tongue greeted my neck, sliding up to my cheek in soft subtle strokes of passion. I cocked my head back with delight while a soft moan escaped from my lips.
I felt myself being lifted up, ever so delicately, into the air and carried away, as if on a cloud of ecstasy, by the many wanting hands. I floated atop my many followers, down a long tunnel, until I saw a hint of light at the end. They carried me into a large room filled with flickering candles that cast a million ghostly shadows on the wall, which only enhanced the erotic feel in the air.
Then, they gently laid me down on top of a large oversized bed with a real fur blanket, judging by the wolves heads that were still attached at all four corners.
The bed was humongous. It looked as if it could fit at least fifty people quite comfortably. As I watched the many nude, glistening bodies climb up onto it and inch their way towards me, I'd say it could fit possibly even more.
I stayed where they put me, anxiously awaiting the pleasure that was sure to follow.
The anticipation was too much. I was ready to burst at the seams. Watching them slither and slide their beautiful naked bodies onto the bed, and then against each other, made me cum from the mere sight of it. I moaned out, shaking my head back and forth on the down feather pillow, gripping it firmly in one hand. I slid my other hand down my breast, stopping for a moment to pinch at my own nipples.
"Come to me," I ordered, reaching out to them.
I wanted them, no, needed them to fill my every desire. But instead, those hungry eyes just looked at me as they continued to fondle and rub against each other.
They were taunting me.
"Please!" I begged, but only received the same silent response.
I watched in envy as they all started fucking each other, moaning and panting, bodies rising and falling in rhythm with each other.
Desperate to feel their pleasure, I thrust my own hand deep into my vagina. I slid my fingers in and out in rhythm with the rest of them. I never thought it would be possible to please myself to this extent, but watching them while I pleasured myself... Well, let's just say I felt like I was fucking them all at the same time. My hips rose into the air as I began to climax. I rode my own fingers in a sexual frenzy... first one, then two, and then three, sending me into an orgasmic spasm.
The crowd of people around me stopped what they were doing and applauded, apparently pleased with the outcome as well. Hell, I was pretty pleased myself.
One of the voluptuous blondes crawled over to me and whispered into my ear. I tried desperately to hear what she was saying, but all I could hear was a squeak every time she opened her mouth. Confused, I looked into her eyes as she tried to say it again. And again, "squeak" was all that come out. Then her nose began to twitch as whiskers grew out from the sides of it. Her beautiful pale blue eyes turned into beady little black dots and her body began to shrink.
"What the hell's happening?" I cried.
I started to panic. I looked around the room, and to my horror, body's were crumbling into piles of ash on the bed, and the walls of the cave were fading into... into... my bedroom. It was my bedroom.
My eyelids fluttered spastically as I returned to consciousness, relieved it was all just a dream.
I felt something warm and wet on my free hand and looked under the covers to find my own fingers still shoved deep inside myself. Giggling, and a bit embarrassed, I quickly removed them with a heavy sigh. "That was an awesome dream," I thought, still tingling down below from the aftermath of a great orgasm.
I laid there for a while, simply fantasizing about the wonderfully erotic dream I just encountered, when I hear a "squeak" from across the room. Puzzled, I sat up and searched the floor, secretly hoping it might be the blonde from the cave. Instead, I see a little mouse huddled on the floor in the corner of the room.
With an animal instinct, not of my own, I leapt from my bed, scooping up the mouse with my free hand, and bit its head clean off. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back, I squeezed its juicy contents into my open mouth, swallowing every last drop of blood.
When I had finished, I realized immediately what I had done. Crying out with frustration, I opened my eyes and threw the dead mouse across the room, watching as it hit the wall and plopped with a thud onto the floor. I curled my knees up into a ball, and tried to place my head in my hands, when I realized one hand was still cuffed to the bedpost, which was now laying on the floor at my side. I must have ripped it out of the wall.
This is hopeless. I can't even control this demon barricaded in my room and cuffed to my own bed. "I give up! Do with me what you will," I screamed as the demons wicked laughter echoed through my mind, drowning out the sound of my own tears.
Sincerely,
Giving Up
Chapter Five: 3/27/09
Dear Diary,
I'm writing this while my conscious mind has momentarily surfaced. I don't have much time before she will inevitably take over once again, so I'll get straight to the point.
I regret to say, I no longer have control of this body. What was once my mortal mind comes to the surface in short waves that lap frantically at a shore that grows smaller and smaller with each passing day.
She's gotten a taste for sex and blood, and with it comes great demonic power. A power that washes over me like a tidal wave, trying to drown out everything that was once my human existence.
My brief escape from her immortal grasp seems to come only when she is in a dreamless resting state, which isn't very often these days. When she's not using my body to ravish her countless victims or seduce the milkman, she's usually dreaming about seducing the milkman.
I've come to grips with the fact that I've given my soul to the devil, and now I'm a rightful prisoner of my own doing. This is my purgatory, my penance for the life of spontaneity I have led. I have made my bed, literally, and now I will lay in it.
My only wish is that any small trace of my human consciousness that I have left would just vanish entirely. I can no longer stand to witness the horrific evil deeds of this lady of the night, who has taken over ninety-five percent of my body, mind and soul.
Having to feel what she feels and see what she sees is just too much to bare. When she fucks, I fuck, and it feels like I'm getting raped repeatedly. When she drinks the blood of her victims, the metallic contents that fills my stomach makes me want to retch, but I can't. She won't let me.
"Please, God, if you really do exist, take away this pain. Make this nightmare go away.... Oh, God... it hurts.... ugh.... ahhhh... HELP ME!"
"I'm sorry, Eternity Long no longer lives here, but do leave your name and address... SO I KNOW WHERE TO FIND YOU."
Sincerely,
Lady of the Night
Chapter Six: 4/6/09
Dear Diary,
I thought it would be fun to pick up where Eternity had left off and continue writing in her pathetic excuse for a diary. The only interesting parts in this damn thing are the parts about me, of course. The rest is just "Oh, woe-is-me," or "Help me!" blah, blah, blah... Boring!
So without further ado, and for your demented enjoyment, I will continue to write about... Myself!
It's been over a week now that I've managed to restrain that whiny mortal's soul from surfacing with her crying and self pity. It's sad really. You would think she would be grateful for this wondrous gift of immortality and sexuality. Nope. Instead, she whines and cries like a little sissy bitch.
What's the world coming to when you can't have fun draining the life out of someone after you've just fucked their brains out. I mean... come on! It's a fair trade. They get to have fun with your fluids, so what's wrong with drinking theirs?
If only she would've embraced it. I could have taught her how to unleash her seductive goddess within. Oh, wait.... that's me... Ha! But, with my help, she could have consciously had any man, or woman, eating out of the palm of her hand. She would never have to worry about where her next meal was coming from, because there's always an unlimited supply of volunteers just waiting to be seduced. But instead, she's chosen to block me out entirely and deny what is rightfully hers for the taking. Oh, well. Her loss. May she forever stay hidden in the bowels of my unconscious mind, never to return.
Enough about that. Let's talk about me...
Ironically, Eternity is a really good name for a vampire, considering we can live forever. However, I do not want to be reminded of that sorry excuse for a vampire, who hides like a coward inside this body. No, Eternity is dead. You can call me "Destiny." For it is my destiny to devour you... mind, body and soul. The very essence of your being will be ultimately drained from your body until your mind is nothing but a mere puddle of mush and you are putty in my hands, to do with what I wish. Don't be afraid. You will enjoy every minute of it... while it last.
Now that the whole name thing is out of the way, I suppose you would like me to get you caught up on all the juicy gossip of the past week. After Eternity finally figured out that she was no match for my immortal power, and finally released her hold on me, the fun really began. I'll let you in on the most memorable one.
Okay, here it goes...
He was an artist. A rugged dirty blonde with a five o'clock shadow and a gorgeous set of baby blues. His name was...
Fuck! I don't remember what his name was, but no matter...
Anyway, I met him at one of those sleazy Adult Depot's where you can pay to go into one of those little booths to watch someone do a strip tease while you masturbate, unseen, on the other side of the two-way mirror. How pathetic! But still, it's a great place to pick up a quick snack. All the patrons are more than willing to do my bidding, with little effort on my part.
I had been scoping out the place for about an hour, waiting to see if anyone of interest caught my eye. I was getting rather disgusted with all the homely looking fat fucks and pizza faced nerds that strolled in and out of this joint, wiping their hands on their pants as they left. Gross! Ever heard of soap and water, assholes? Even I have standards.
Discouraged, I was about to leave when the artist showed up. It kind of made me wonder what someone like that was doing in a place like this. He was so gorgeous. He could obviously have any woman he wanted. The mere sight of him made me weak in the knees. Why on earth did he need to come to a place like this? But, who am I to judge. Maybe he just needed to get his freak on, just like everybody else. I only hoped he was cleaner.
I waited until he walked away from the coin machine, apparently getting change for a twenty, and headed back to one of the vacant booths. With his back towards me, I entered the shop, slowly following him from a safe distance. He looked cautiously around, like some nervous little boy who was going into a peep show for the first time, before he finally entered one of the rooms in the far back. The vacancy sign quickly changed from vacant to occupied.
That was my cue.
I pretended to be browsing the wide variety of porno tapes on the wall until the salesclerk headed over to the other side of the store after asking me if I needed any help. "No, I'm just looking. Thanks!" I smiled shyly. When he wasn't looking, I slipped down the hall to the occupied booth and quietly popped the lock with my recently sharpened fingernails and slipped inside.
I expected to find the man sitting in the single chair, stroking his erect cock, while watching some floozy strut her stuff for him from behind the glass. Instead, to my excitement, I found him on the other side of the glass with the girl, grabbing her by the back of her hair and fucking the hell out of her from behind.
Now this is what I call a peep show!
Instantly hot and bothered, I plopped into the chair, feeding the machine with quarters to keep the curtain from closing.
Hot damn! This was better than a bowl of popcorn on a Saturday night with a good porno movie and a vibrator.
I watched with a growing hunger as he penetrated her harder and harder, bending her over so that she was almost horizontal with the floor. The look in her eyes turned from pleasure to sudden pain and horror as he grabbed her tit with his free hand and squeezed so hard you could see red fingerprints left in the skin. When she screamed for him to stop, it only excited him further, which in turn was exciting me further. And like any other poor sap that came into these booths, I began pleasuring myself.
Somehow he must have sensed I was there, for each time the girl screamed, I would cum and he would look through the mirror, as if looking directly into my eyes, and smile. Then, putting on a great show, he would continue to torture the girl, arousing me until I was panting heavily out of breath.
The more the girl fought him, the harder he fucked her. With great strength he threw her against the mirror, pinning her there for my viewing pleasure. With each thrust of his hips he smashed the girls breast and vagina up against the mirror. Blood began trickling down her legs and mouth from the force of it.
I could smell the blood, clear as day, from where I sat, and like a drug addict, my body started to quiver for another delicious fix. My pupils dilated and my nostrils flared. I sprang from the chair and was about to smash right through the glass when I found that my snack had already been claimed.
"What the fuck is this?" I wondered.
I was shocked to learn that he was no mere mortal. He was, in fact, a vampire.
With his penis still embedded deep inside her, he held her head back as far as he could and drank from her neck. He swallowed hard with each thrust of his hips, until he finally dropped her dead body to the floor, moaning out in pleasure.
Now he stood there, staring at me through the glass, with a wicked smile creasing the corners of his mouth. His stiff cock pointed directly at me... laughing at me... mocking me.
I was furious. No one can treat me this way. Who the fuck does he think he is?
A raging anger boiled up inside me, and with it came a dark fury of uncontrollable power. I broke through the glass, like it was nothing more than soft cobwebs, and grabbed him by the throat. I lifted him so high in the air that his protruding manhood smacked me in the face.
That was the last straw, folks. It's one thing to steal my meal, but to smack me in the face with your penis... Hell no! We aren't having none of that.
After one quick bite of my razor sharp teeth the room filled with screams of terror and agony as I swallowed his entire penis in one smooth gulp. Then, I latched onto the nub, which was spewing hot blood like a fountain, and sucked him until he shriveled up into a withering fetal death pose in my arms.
Yes, my darklings, it was art at its finest. There's nothing quite like the beauty of the wrinkled flesh, in its decomposing state, after its been sucked dry. Hence the name I've given him, the artist.
This just goes to prove that some vampires really can die. I guess you could say I literally sucked him dry.
Sincerely,
Destiny - Lover of fine art
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