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Tears Of A Vamp... Chapter Nine free porn video
A High School Athletic Field...[/i]
As September became October and Halloween grew closer, my death became easier to live with. No longer worried that I’d lose control and accidentally drain a woman until she entered shock or even caused death, I had much more self confidence. Feeding became something I just had to do rather than dreading.
The blood of four women the first night I fed carried me with no problem for five days. Days I used to plan how to refine my hunting techniques. By the time I began to recognize the first signs of hunger, I’d found other hotel bars where I could pick up women, feed until they fainted and then leave them safely tucked into their beds to wake up the next morning probably thinking they'd drank too much. I could go back to the bar or leave to drive to another.
Going from one hotel to another meant I didn’t attract much attention from the staff of any one hotel. Using Tears to speed up the process, I could have fed on ten ladies a night if I’d wanted to. A few minutes of talk to find out if she was in a room alone and then wiping a Tear on her hand would have me invited to her room quickly.
Of course, I didn't deny myself sex if the lady interested me and the woman was the last I fed on for the night. I collected a few cougar pelts but usually my hunting nights were about feeding only. I had other young ladies I could call on for sex when I desired. Before the nights cooled too much to make sitting outside uncomfortable, I have to admit that I trolled for sex almost every night. Having not had much experience with sex before now, I was horny.
I met a number of girls by simply walking on the sidewalks in front of apartment buildings and striking up conversations with girls sitting on the steps of their apartments. If they showed interest in my new buffed body, a Tear on their skin would get me invited inside their apartment and then inside them. Understandably, with the combination of my Tears making them super horny, my bite which turned pain to pleasure, my much enlarged penis and my ability to stay hard for hours, I didn’t have to try very much to make certain these young ladies enjoyed the sex just as much as I did.
Not repeating the mistake I’d made with the first girl by fucking them into unconsci0usness, I was able to gather names and phone numbers. Many of these girls were very ready for repeat sex when I called on subsequent nights.
My new found hobby of having sex any night I wished didn't stop me from continuing to make my environment more vampire friendly. All the windows in my house, classroom and office received many layers of UV resistant film and I was finally able to take down my quilts. The windows on campus were made with dark glass so either no one noticed that these windows were now much darker than they had been or no one cared.
My car, a 1976 Mustang Cobra, finally came home with all windows so darkened with UV film I'm sure some wondered how I was able to see out to drive. With my car available along with the days getting shorter, I was able to get to the mall shops before they closed. It was great to be able to get out to shops other than the 24/7 Wal-Mart.
With my death under control, I’d decided it was time to test my physical abilities. Which was why I was now on a dark, deserted track field of a high school. Just how fast could I run? With a stop watch and running shoes I was about to find out. I hoped to break the two minute mile at least. Stretches over, I lined up, took a deep breath and hit the stop watch as I started running. I felt great accelerating down the straight way. The wind rushing through my hair felt good... I must have been flying at fifty or sixty MPH as I hit the first turn and...
'Mother fucking shit!!!' My scream would have been audible across the field if anyone had been there to hear as the pain of my right arm popping back into it's socket woke me.
Turning over onto my back, I tried to remember why I was lying on my back. As the fuzziness left my thoughts, I could remember running, going into the first turn and then… Everything after that was still a blank. I couldn’t move my right arm and my ribs on that side felt like they were broken. There was a low cinder block wall in front of me and seeing a dented, broken block I decided that it was the reason my arm wouldn’t move and my ribs were painful mush on one side.
Still unsure what had happened but feeling capable of movement, ignoring the pain I sat up and then shakily stood up. From the crooked way my right arm was hanging it looked broken in at least three places. When one crooked place suddenly straightened with a stab of pain that took me to my knees, at least I knew my buggies were at work healing me.
Regaining my feet, I moved out on to the track and as soon as I saw the sk** mark on the surface I knew what had happened. My vampiric ability to run fast had made me run straight into Newton’s Laws of Motion. I wasn’t a student of physics but I could remember Newton’s First Law well enough to know:
1.An object in motion continues in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by another force.
I’d been moving at probably 50 MPH and still accelerating when I hit the first turn. My body wanted to continue in the same direction, straight ahead. My legs exerted another force trying to push me around the turn. Something had to give and in this case it was the small amount of friction my shoes exerted on the track. There simply wasn’t enough friction to keep the soles of my shoes on the track when I tried to turn. My feet left the track and I’d hit the wall.
‘Damn. The Flash makes it seem so simple to make 90 degree turns while going at Mach 10. I guess comic book superheroes never heard of Issac Newton,’ I muttered and limped back to my car.
After my attempt at self destruction, the rest of the semester actually passed without further excitement.
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Olivia’s House…
As Stan finished coming in my mouth, he pulled back to rest while watching me swallow. Reaching to push a ribbon of cum that had landed on my cheek into my mouth with a finger, he grinned when I snapped at his finger.
I felt good after our sex as Stan stretched out beside me. It had proven much easier to move into Grams’ bedroom and make it mine with Stan in the bed beside every night. He’d pretty much stopped staying in his uncle’s house as I made it very clear that he was welcome in mine, and my bed, anytime he wanted.
A steady supply of good sex while having my money worries solved had done wonders to improve my attitude. At any one time I had two or three coins up for auction. I had money in my pocket and no stress. Speaking of no stress, having good sex every night was a wonderful stress reliever.
With my improved attitude came an equally improved attitude to studying magic. I’d never been a good student when Grams had been alive. I had centuries to learn so why waste my time now when there's so much fun to be had, I'd reasoned. While Stan studied his course material for college I studied magic seriously for the first time. Finished with his own studies for the day, often he would join me in the workroom to try and help me make sense of my studies.
Each witch has certain spells that seem to come easier than others. The more I studied, the more healing magic and making items to hold spells seemed to be my specialization. Study was still slow but I was making progress.
I did master one spell that came in handy. Specifying a specific weight, the spell collected everything under that weight from a room sized area and put it into a small, floating ball. Stan watched as I wove the spell. Dust, hair and dirt rose from carpeting and from all other surfaces to make a ball in front of me. Capturing the dust ball in a plastic bag I released the spell and took a bow to Stan’s applause. Cleaning my house became much easier.
That was my major achievement until Stan had to leave for home during Christmas vacation.
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Lexington, PD… Homicide
Passing Carla’s desk I had a thought and stopped to ask if there was anything new on the Ida Knowle’s case. Throwing her pen down on the case file in front of her, Carla blew out an exasperated breath and admitted there was nothing.
‘There was nothing in her safety deposit box that would be a motive for murder, Lieutenant. Just what you’d expect. The deed to her house, a copy of her will, a few other papers and a photo album with pictures I guess meant something to her. I can’t find any financial reason for anyone to want her dead.’
‘You don’t think her granddaughter, Olivia, had a motive? She got the house,’ I observed.
‘Anyone can have a motive, but the granddaughter’s alibi checked out. She was at work when her grandmother was killed. And that’s another thing. Ida Knowles wasn’t her grandmother. I can’t track down any family relationship on paper between them except for the last name. But Olivia Knowles and all of her family seem convinced that Ida was related. I can’t understand why.’
I nodded. Growing up, I’d called, and thought of, a neighbor as Aunt Stephie though she wasn’t related.
‘I hate putting a case on the shelf but I can’t think of anything left to investigate, I checked the FBI’s data base and in the last twenty years there has been three other cases of a woman having her throat ripped out across the country. Is there some crazy person out there who does this shit and then waits years to do it again,’ Carla asked in disgust.
I couldn't think of anything, either except for a gut instinct. 'I can’t think of anything either. I just can’t shake my feelings that there’s more to Olivia Knowles than we know. She set off my antennas when we met.’ I made a decision. ‘Ok, concentrate on the cases you have but let me know if anything new comes to light.’
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