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-Charles Perrault, "The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood"

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1796

Elena woke. It was dark. She pushed on the lid of the coffin and it opened.

A single candle glowed on the table, and she saw that the crypt was empty except for herself and her casket. It was made of beautiful polished wood, and she spent a few minutes admiring its lines and running her fingers over it smooth surface. It was good to be buried in such a thing if one is dead, she decided.

Was she dead? She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember where she was, or how she got here, or anything at all before this moment. She didn’t even remember her own name until she read it on the little gold placard over the burial niche. It seemed she'd been buried, but then why was she alive again now?

The mystery didn‘t bother her that much, though. Finding a tiny silver bell on the table, she rang it, as much to hear its sound as to see what would happen. Two men answered. They were babyfaced, ruddy, and wearing waistcoats and stockings and short wigs. They were thick-lipped and very tall, and they both looked almost exactly alike.

She assumed these must be her servants. There was something very strange about them; they seemed distant and distracted, and their movements suggested they were not entirely aware of what they were doing. They seemed, she decided, like men who were walking in their sleep.

They presented her with clothes: a gown, a kirtle, a partlet, a sable fur, and perfumed gloves. Her shoes had gold fabric heels. All the materials felt smooth and lustrous. Delighted, she dressed. She felt no shame at dressing in front of these strange men. They barely seemed to know what was going on around them anyway.

Now, where was her looking glass? Seeing her puzzlement, one of the servants presented an oval hand mirror in a silver frame. But she found no reflection when she looked into it. She polished the mirror's surface with the hem of her shift, but an image refused to appear. How strange...

One of the red-faced men rang the little bell again, and in came a young woman, dressed exactly like Elena. They were the same height and build, and Elena supposed that their faces must look very much alike too. So she’s to be my looking glass, Elena thought!

Is this really what I look like, Elena wondered, touching the servant girl's cheek. The girl, like the two men, seemed not to be conscious of what was going on around her, like a somnambulist. Vaguely troubled, Elena finished dressing and left the girl and the coffin and the crypt behind.

The burial chamber turned out to be aboveground, and opened directly into the main house. She glimpsed the night sky and lanterns through some French doors in this hall and wondered what city this was. Running to the balcony and unlatching the doors she stepped out; the flickering light of a thousand, thousand lamps glowed in the city, and a river ran beneath the villa.

No, not a river, she realized: a canal. This was Venice. Even now, St. Mark's Square was flooding with the evening tide. Venice; she tasted the word without speaking it. It was good. Whoever she was and whatever was going on, at least she knew this place. She wasn't really lost at all.

She went back inside. Her serving man was waiting for her. He seemed to want to take her somewhere, so she followed him. She noticed, as they walked, that the house's interior was quite extravagant. I must be very rich, she thought. That was lucky.

They came to a sitting room, and there was another man here, but Elena guessed by the look of him that he wasn’t another servant. He was young and handsome, but though his clothes were fine they showed signs of having been worn a bit too long. He was standing at an easel, and was in the midst of cleaning his brushes. It took him a while to notice her.

"My lady," he said, after he finally looked up. He went to kiss her hand but she brushed past him without pause, sitting on a nearby chair with a high cushion. A fan rested on the table next to it, so she opened it., watching the painter out the corner of her eye. He looked flustered.

"How pleasing to see you again," the artist said. "Are you ready to continue?"

Elena fluttered the fan once in reply. The artist cleared his throat.

"I think we can finally finish tonight. You've been so generous to me that I wanted to work as quickly as I could without sacrificing the integrity of the...that is to say..." He seemed to grow distracted at her gaze, and his words trailed off. Elena pursed her lips. He blushed.

"Forgive me," the young man said. "Let's begin." And he picked up his brush and palette knife.

Elena watched him work. She had no idea what this man was doing in what she assumed to be her house, and no memory of having met him before, but it seemed she must have sat for this portrait before. The man--the boy, really--was fascinating to watch, so deep in concentration with his work. Elena reclined in the chair, letting the open fan dangle from her fingertips and affecting the smallest smile she could manage.

"You pose with remarkable grace, lady," he said. "Most find it difficult to keep so still."

He maneuvered his tools with ease, and he spoke with less hesitance when he painted.

"I painted a gentlewoman in Naples last year who couldn’t stop sneezing whenever we had a sitting. The portrait was a mess because there were hardly two consecutive minutes when her face wasn’t in some spasm, but do you know she said was completely pleased with it when it was finished?"

Elena went as if to laugh but produced no real sound. The artist seemed to be applying very heavy strokes, and the flush on his cheeks was now exertion rather than embarrassment. After some hours he paused to rest and, wiping his brow on a handkerchief, declared:

"It's done. ...or at least, I think it's done. Naturally only you can decide that." And he turned the easel around.

Elena saw a teenage girl with very large eyes, a small mouth, and curling hair. The couch, the fan, the daffodils on the table ("Yellow narcissus," she knew they were called) were represented in sharp lines, as was each fold of her dress.

And the face? It was beautiful...but she had no idea if looked like her or not.

Elena watched the portrait for many minutes, while the young artist sweated and fretted. Finally he said, "We can start over if you want. But I really believe this is some of my best work. You've inspired me in a way I've never felt before."

Elena reached out to touch the face of the painted girl, only remembering that the paint wasn‘t yet dry at the last second. The artist fiddled with a pen and cleared his throat again.. Finally, Elena closed her fan and turned her back on him. She heard him sag.

"I see. I...appreciate your patronage. I painted my best for you, but I know it‘s not good enough. I’ll go. Just give me a moment to collect--"

She turned around and caught him, slipping one arm around his waist and turning his face to hers with the other, leaning up for a long kiss that almost knocked him out of his shoes.

He went rigid as a statue, and she almost had to hold him up for fear that he'd topple over. Eventually, tentatively, he leaned in to return the kiss, and they stayed that way for a very long time. The serving man slipped away without making any noise.

Unbalanced, the artist fell backwards onto the couch, and Elena fell with him, ensnaring him with her limbs and trapping him with her body. Despite her small stature she was very strong, and when she pinned him against the cushions he was like a wriggling minnow.

Elena's mouth covered his, and her tongue stabbed into him again and again while she held him in her coils. She still couldn’t remember anything about this man or how they'd come to be together tonight, but she was quite suddenly taken with the desire to be close to his flesh…

Fabric tore and buttons flew as Elena pulled off his too-many-times mended shirt. Her pale fingers explored the lines of his naked chest, and he winced when she pressed on his ribs to feel the way they flexed when he breathed in and out.

"Please, not so rough..." he said, but she swallowed his words with another open-mouthed kiss.

She wanted very much to feel his skin on hers, so she tried to squeeze out of the confines of her own garments as fast as she could. Soon she lost her patience and simply tore her dress and undergarments off, the same way she had his shirt. Underneath it she was white and lithe. A dozen candelabras lit the room, and the orange glow danced on her immaculate flesh as she straddled the hapless painter.

Now this was a pretty piece of flesh; he had the soft body of a borghese but the rough hands of one who worked for a living. She nibbled his fingertips and stuck one into her mouth to taste him. He was young and tender. When she kissed his neck, her mouth happened across the throb of his jugular and she froze, mesmerized. Her lips were very sensitive, and the feeling of his pulse generated a curious sense of tension…

She held him down and covered his mouth while she slid onto the length of his cock and secured him inside of her. He moaned into her palm. Then, just to see what sound he would make next, she tipped one of the nearby candles so that hot wax drizzled onto his naked chest. He squirmed, but seemed to like it.

Elena licked the artist's body; he tasted like excitement and anticipation, but also faintly of dread. She rode him, and her mouth was on his neck again, and she could almost taste the hot throb of his heartbeat…

She wasn’t consciously aware of what she was doing at first. Only when there was so much blood that she couldn't help spilling some down the front of both of them did she realize that he was bleeding at all. The sticky hot drops smeared their writhing limbs as she rode on top of him. He seemed to be trying to say something, but Elena's teeth were in his throat and he couldn’t dislodge her.

She had only meant to try a little, but his blood tasted so raw and hot that she wanted more…

"Please, don't..." he said, choking, but that was all he managed. She sucked harder, and after a minute he was not struggling so much anymore. That was good.

She still rode him, and though his stamina flagged Elena was no less enthusiastic than before. The delicate curve of her posterior slapped up and down in his lap as her shoulders rose and fell like the gently lapping waters of the tide at St. Mark's.

They were a complete mess now, hot blood drenching their two bodies and the couch and the floor, sticky red droplets clinging to her hair and her nails. She began lapping spilled blood off his chest. His breathing was ragged. She squeezed as hard as she could, wringing him out, and she thought she felt something pop and break inside of him as the lightning jolt of an orgasm shot through her…

And then he stopped moving. Very soon, the dribble from his throat grew cold, and then it stopped. Licking her fingers, Elena thought that he was quite a sweet young man, in the end.

She rang the silver bell to summon her servants. They arrived with a heavy blanket and rolled the painter's body up in it, tying a cord about his feet and another around his neck and then hoisting him over their shoulders. They gathered up the artist's clothes and personal effects in a separate bundle.

The bloodstained couch seemed to give them pause, but then they moved it to one side of the room, apparently resigned to having to dispose of it, too. Almost as an afterthought, they took the portrait.

Elena (still nude, blood still covering her naked breasts and belly) followed them out of the sitting room. They went to a hall pantry with a trapdoor that opened onto a set of old stone stairs. Elena smelled brackish water and heard the tide lapping at the landing below. The men with the ruddy faces tied three stones to the body and dropped it into the water. It vanished into the abyss with barely a sound.

They burned the painter’s clothes, and anything that wouldn’t burn they broke into many pieces and likewise deposited into a canal. The only exception was the painting, which tone servant was about to cast into the water when Elena stopped him. She looked at the study, running her fingers over its surface (trailing blood wherever she touched it). She looked into the eyes of the painted girl and wondered, is this me? The coy woman on the canvas offered no answers. It was the face of a stranger who might as well not exist at all.

Elsewhere in the house, she found a closet full of portraits. Hundreds of them. They were all of the same girl, but no two really looked alike. No two really looked like her. She added the new one to the pile.

She wanted to see the city. In a private gondola steered by one of her sleepwalking servitors, she floated down the dark S of the Grand Canal. There were no stars out; the only light in the dark was Venice itself.

Imagine, she thought, a city on the water. Maybe Venice was a dream. Or was Venice dreaming her? Did the city sleep? Did it know she existed? Whatever the case, the gentle rocking of the little boat and the sound of oars in the water comforted her, like a lullaby.

Dawn was coming when they returned. She hurried inside and, too drowsy to stand on her own, allowed the men to carry her to her crypt. They laid her out in the polished wooden box and closed the lid. The crypt seemed like the darkest, most secret place in Venice, and Elena felt like she belonged. Within seconds, she slept.

***

1896

Elena woke. It was dark. She pushed on the lid of the coffin and it opened.

She remembered nothing before this moment. She explored the crypt, discovered her name, wondered at her whereabouts and, eventually, found the bell that summoned aid. Two men arrived, both short, with dark complexions and wide mustaches, dressed in trousers, vests, and shirts with high collars. They were almost identical, and they didn’t speak, sleepwalking through their chores.

Elena let them clothe her: a dress with a very wide skirt and a low neckline and short, puffed sleeves, with a wire frame holding it up. The color of the fabric was too bright to be natural; she couldn’t imagine where such colors came from. She searched in vain for her reflection in a mirror, watched a serving girl model identical clothes for her, and speculated about what resemblance they two might bear. Still she remembered nothing.

She left the crypt. She found the view of Venice from the balcony. The patterns of its canals and great old buildings comforted her. There was St. Mark's Square, flooded with the tide, and--

Wait. What was that building on the west side? Elena leaned over the railing to look at it. It was enormous! It was extraordinary! She didn’t remember it being there when...when what? What time was she remembering? How long had she slept? Why didn’t she know? Her heart shrank with horror. She went back inside, fingers trembling while they latched the door.

Dazed, she allowed herself to be taken to a sitting room. A man was waiting for her. He was very tall, with a black beard and dark spectacles that made it impossible to see his eyes. She wasn’t certain of his accent; German, maybe? The nearby trunks suggested he’d just arrived.

"My lady," he said, kissing her hand. "How pleasing to put a face to such a long correspondence. I hope you’re pleased to see me as well?"

She smiled in a way that didn’t show her teeth.

"I have everything prepared," the German said. "Shall we adjourn to the terrace?"

Outside, the dark, furtive scent of Venice--canal water and smoke--hung in the air. It seemed he meant to paint her, although why he would do such a thing here, in the pitch black, was beyond her. He made reference to something called a "card portrait" several times. He seemed to have no canvas, no easel, and no paints. Instead, he spent a great deal of time laboring over a contraption he unpacked, a box that stood on very tall legs.

"You've seen tintypes, no doubt?" he said. "The principle is the same. We treat the paper with egg whites, of all things. You'll find new photography much superior to the old, primitive daguerreotypes. And I have a new innovation to offer..."

Elena smiled so that he would keep talking.

"We can now capture an image in less than a single minute, with the help of this," the German said, holding up a strand of wire. "Magnesium. When it burns, it produces illumination as intense as daylight. An Englishman conceived of using it to light dark scenes like this, but I have done him one step better."

He produced a metal bowl, scorched on the bottom and filled with a foul-smelling mixture. "If we mix the wire shavings with gunpowder, we can fully illuminate even the darkest surroundings in an instant," he said.

Elena nodded, pondering the substance proffered. She almost daubed a finger in it, but it smelled of sulfur. The German prepared another contraption, a kind of lamp with a bowl full of his powders.

"No need to be concerned," he said. "I have been trained by one of the most accomplished chemists in Europe. The reaction will be small and controlled. But I warn you, it can be frightening to those who have not witnessed it before."

He kept talking, but Elena wasn’t listening. She noticed that the back of his lamp was a curved mirror. In it, she saw the terrace, the balcony railing, and the lights of the city, but not herself. Imagine, that a piece of polished glass could contain an entire city, but have no place for her. The German was lighting a fuse, but she was so fascinated with the mirror that she was only faintly aware of what was happening…

And then the world exploded. Blinding white madness, a crackle like lightning, a smell like burning Hell. Everything turned silver, and time stood still.

Then it was over. When the spots faded from Elena's eyes she realized that the German was dead, and that she was holding him by the throat. In the split second of the explosion she had sprinted across the terrace, knocked over the strange box, lifted the man off his feet, and broken his neck, all without even knowing what she was doing.

The sinews of her arms felt like taut wires. The German's head slumped, his dark spectacles askew, an expression of blank surprise frozen on his features, like a painted image. Slowly, she set him down. He crumpled.

Elena picked up the mirrored lamp and threw it off the balcony. The box on legs followed. She watched them both sink, and when she was satisfied that the black waters of Venice had consumed them both she went inside. She walked right past the sleepwalking servants as they prepared to dispose of the unfortunate artist, barely realizing they were there.

She spent time looking in the mirror. There was nothing to look at, but she looked anyway. Then she rang the bell and summoned the servant girl who had modeled her clothes. She cupped the girl's face in her hand and ran her fingers over her cheekbones and forehead and the profile of her nose and the curve of her chin. Do I look like this, she thought? Are all portraits so unsatisfying, or only the living ones?

Without thinking, she sank her teeth into the girl's neck. The girl screamed and, perhaps, woke from her stupor, but she didn’t resist. When she no longer had the strength to stand, Elena held her up. They embraced this way for a long time while Elena counted the beats of the girl's heart, feeling them come slower, and slower, and slower...

Finished, Elena let her fall. The wounded girl stirred, sluggish, as Elena stepped over her, both of their identical dresses now in bloody ruins. The two servant men seemed confused when they came on the scene, trying to revive the fallen girl. Elena didn't care.

She went to the outer balcony again. Venice greeted her, but it seemed strange now, like an old lover made indifferent by age. Not caring who saw, she stripped the bloody clothes off and threw them away. Did they float, or sink? She didn’t watch. She went inside. She went to the crypt. She slept. But her dreams gave her no peace.

***

1996

Elena pushed on the lid of the coffin and it opened.

The crypt was cold, bare metal on all sides. The lamp was bright white. The flame, encased in glass, didn’t flicker or make heat. Elena knew nothing and remembered nothing.

Men in foolish clothes she had never seen the likes of came in. The dress they gave her was so small it was barely there, and it clung to her figure in ways that shocked her. They covered her with jewels and brought her strange shoes that made her seem taller and were difficult to wear, and they daubed odd-smelling perfume onto her throat and breast.

She followed them into a house lit by unreal, heatless ghost lamps. She went to the balcony and realized she was in Venice, but it was a nightmare Venice of impossible buildings she didn’t know and blinding lights that sometimes flew through the air like stars fallen out of their spheres. Frightened, she went in and tried to lock the world out.

She followed the servants to a sitting room. A woman was waiting for her, a strange woman who wore trousers and shook Elena's hand as if they were men. She had with her a metal box with something like a glass eye in it, and something else that looked to Elena like a canvas, though it was of very thin substance, and was very wide.

"We have it," said the woman. "I suppose you want to see it now?"

The woman spoke...English, Elena thought. But it sounded only a little like the English she remembered.

Elena sat (the shape of the furniture in this room was the most bizarre thing yet). The woman put the canvas against one wall, and then she set her strange box on the table and attached flat things like wheels to the top of it. "Lights please?" she said.

A servant made the room go dark with a wave of his hand. The mysterious box's glass eye glowed and, to Elena's alarm, phantoms appeared, glowing silver figures of light on the canvas. The entire city of Venice was there on the wall; the old Venice, as she thought it should look. She recognized the clothing and the buildings and the old gondolas. Was this woman a sorceress, who had trapped the real Venice in her magic box and replaced it with the apparition outside?

Gradually, Elena gathered that she was seeing some kind of play, and these people merely actors (though what magic art was causing them to manifest in the room she didn‘t know.) She began to piece together the meaning of the story: A wealthy Venetian girl, the most beautiful in the world, was put under a spell by her jealous godmother, so that she would sleep forever, waking only at night, and even then as a monster.

The spell could only be broken when the girl saw her own image. But this proved impossible, since the wicked godmother stole the girl’s reflection as well (a cruel trick to play on one whose beauty had captivated so many). Great artists came to paint her portrait in hopes that they might break the spell, but each failed.

The sleeping girl never changed: She was a shadow and a shape and the reflection of nothing, illustrated in silver light before Elena's eyes, real and not real at the same time. She was nothing but a face…

Elena's hand darted out, touching the button on the side of the box. The phantoms disappeared. She stood, pacing the room, heart racing. The lights came on again. The strange woman looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Elena wasn’t sure. She walked to the screen and touched it, checking for any impressions that the moving pictures might have left behind. Everything had been real; she had seen it all with her own eyes. But now it was as if it had never existed. What kind of portraits were these that were as fleeting as the light of day?

The strange woman sat on the couch, drinking something from a flat metal bottle. “You don’t like it,” she said. “We tailored the script to your specifications. What did we get wrong?”

Elena said nothing. She sat. She put her hand on the woman's knee. The woman sat up a little and looked at Elena from the edge of her eye, obviously unsure what to think. Elena sat a little closer and, leaning down, she kissed the woman's wrist, letting the tip of her tongue tickle the sensitive skin there. The woman made an "oomph" sound, and Elena did it again. She could very nearly taste the hot blood pulsing through the veins beneath her mouth, but she didn’t bite down.

Instead she kissed her way up the arm and, soon, across the rounded shoulder, pushing the strange, short-sleeved man's shirt out of the way. The woman tasted like curiosity, gratification, intrigue, and secrets. Very good.

The strange woman pushed back for a second. "Lady," she said. "are you on something? Because you are damn spooky."

Elena brushed her lips over the other woman's in answer. She strained away a little but did not get up and leave.

"You're my client," she said. "I don't need hassle like this." A few more teasing kisses reeled her in, though, and soon she kissed back.

Both women rolled over on the couch, first Elena on top, then the stranger, then back again. Clothes slid off so easily it was like they were barely there to begin with. The smell of Elena's perfumed body mingled the woman's own natural smell. Her skin was hard and tanned next to Elena's delicate pallor, and she kissed roughly. Though she looked soft and womanish she felt strong, and the two of them fell on and over each other and twisted around in tight embraces and breathed each other in while outside the long, hot, Venice night stretched out like a dark mirror outside.

Elena kissed the other woman to keep her from talking. Words were mysteries that scared her. Touch was the only thing that worked the way it should anymore. The couch was slick leather, cool against her own cool body. The witch lights that lit this midnight world seemed harsh, but in that otherwordly halo their bodies glowed with a light of their own. Elena crushing her small breasts against her lover's and rocked back and forth with naked thighs clasped. They fitted together perfectly.

Elena listened to the rush of blood in the woman's veins. Her tongue flickered over her sharp teeth. The woman kissed her way across Elena's thighs. Her mouth was softer than velvet. Elena watched the telltale throb in her neck and wondered how it might taste, mouth watering

The woman was licking at her now. It was a pleasantly distracting stimulation, but even with the woman's face buried between Elena's thighs her attention couldn't wander for long away from the steady beat of the pulse. The more excited the woman became, the faster and harder the blood beat through her. Elena ran her nails up and down the woman's back while her open mouth massaged Elena's sex. She pressed hard enough to break the skin, and her hand came up with one bright scarlet drop clinging to the tip of a nail. The taste of it danced across her tongue.

Eager for more, she scratched again, and the woman cried out, sitting up and backing away. "What the hell?" she said. She touched the scratches tenderly. "You don't have to get so--“

But before she could say anything else Elena caught her again, lips parted, teeth poised just above the soft hollow of the other woman’s throat. And then...

She noticed the blank screen on the other side of the room, flapping a little in an otherwise undetectable breeze. A faint nagging sense settled on her. She turned away from her lover, all but dropping her. The other woman staggered and caught her own balance. “Hey?!“ she said.

Elena examined the strange box on the table more closely. She was convinced now that it wasn’t really magic, though what it was instead she couldn't say. It made a whirring sound, and the wheels on top sprang into motion when she pressed the button, and the ghostly figures appeared again on the wall.

The girl on the screen was a graceful phantom in a world of silver and black. She floated down dark corridors and wept into the canals, forgotten and alone. At the play's end she stood on a balcony as the sun rose over Venice and then--Elena blinked, dazzled by the image of the dawn--she seemed to catch fire in the sunlight, burning away and leaving the face of the sun as the only thing on the screen, a white disc against a sea of silver.

Captivated, Elena walked to where the image of the sun met the wall. She expected it to be hot when she touched it, but it wasn't. The light filled up her eyes.

"Is it real?" she said.

The strange woman looked up. She‘d put half of her clothes back on and returned to her bottle, sulking. Elena turned to her, the light from the magic box shining right into her face.

"Is it real?" she said again.

The woman blinked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"This--this--painting with light," Elena said. “Is it a real thing? Is that really the sun?”

The woman blinked, dumbfounded. "You are the strangest fucking person I have ever met," she said.

Elena reached for the image of the sun on the wall. "It is real," she said. "I can feel it. It's almost warm. Can't you feel it too? It's like...a kiss."

The strange woman cried out. "What's happening? You're--?"

Elena was on fire. Her hand on the screen was lined in white flames, and smoke rose in curls from her arms and shoulders. Her hair was burning. But it didn't hurt. In fact, she liked it. She felt the warmth of the sunlight. It was better than real. It was more perfect than any painting, more lasting and true than any portrait she’d ever seen. She threw her arms open, as if she could gather the sun up in them, and when she did--

Quietly, she crumbled away, burning in the false sunlight until there was nothing left. The film ended and the projector snapped off. The producer was alone in the dark penthouse. Try as she might, she couldn’t find it in herself to scream.

She didn’t understand what had happened. She didn’t know what she had just seen. In a few years, she would convince herself that this was all a dream, and that her entire time in Venice was nothing but a kind of waking sleep.

In the morning, a servant scattered Elena’s ashes over the canal. They mingled with the waters of Venice, and perhaps they are part of it still.

***

"Death makes men weep, and yet a third of life is passed in sleep."

-Lord Byron

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Five Feeding the Fangwhore

Chapter 5: Feeding the Fangwhore by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 The angel Aurora trembled. Her wings fluttered. She had crossed over from the Ether into the material world and intervened on the vampire Damien D'Angelo, preventing him from killing the youthful Mary. Instead, the Angel twisted him to turn Mary into a vampire. “It...it was the only way to keep him on track,” Aurora spluttered. Gideon's eyes were wide behind his glasses. The more scholarly angel swallowed....

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Serena meets a vampire

Given I look very human I blend in with the rest of you, therefore you wouldn't know that I'm a witch by looking at me. I eat, drink, and sleep - and when I fly I’m a passenger in a plane and not on a broom. Incidentally, I'm nearly two hundred years old. Relax! I don't look that old. In fact, I physically turned fifteen years old last July. Confused? I'd be. Now, where should I start? I guess everything stems from a Halloween Party that I attended eleven years ago. I...

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A Vampire Story

Being a vampire is strange. If I had to name a single reason why, I'd say it's because you're dead. When you're alive you barely even see life - not the bugs crawling on the sidewalk or the mold growing in the gutters. When you're a vampire, they all glow. Dead things glow too - now that I'm one of them, I feel like they're my friends, my family even. I know I'm not so different than a rock or a velvet Elvis painting. We get along, other not-alive things and I. We understand one...

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Vampire Chronicles Pt 2

Ok guys I finished part two. I can't wait to hear what you think I want as much feedback as possible. All criticism welcome as long as it is constructive criticism. For those who don't already know this series is not a sex story with vampires in it. This is a vampire story with sex in it. Parts one and two follow the same format in that there is a lot of story that ends with a sex scene so if you are just reading for the sex you might want to skip to the end or better yet just read a...

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I was a Teenage Vampire

I Was A Teenage Vampire By Paul G Jutras It was early fall and Reggie Shack sat with a glum face at his desk in his maroon turtleneck and blue jeans. He brushed his long blonde hair off his shoulders and took his glasses off to clean the lens. Glancing out the window, he saw multicolor leaves falling gently to a ground starting to be covered with frost. "Reggie Shack!" Mrs. Starch asked with her white hair done up in a bun. Her painted nails curled around a wooden ruler and...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Thirteen Bloody Orgy

Chapter 13: Bloody Orgy by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The vampire Faust stared with fear at the priest. Father Augustine had changed in the time since they first met in the early hours of the morning. The priest was possessed by the demon Jezebel, Faust's patron, sent to protect him. Augustine's eyes bored into Faust's while the priest's hand gripped Lynette's black hair, working her mouth up and down his cock. Lynette was Faust's vampiress and lover. Her wanton moans twisted...

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Vampire LifeChapter 6

-----Earlier that year---- I had picked up Kayla at a bar earlier in the year. She was cute and very drunk. It was pretty clear that she was using a fake ID, but she was just so adorable and wasn’t causing any issues, so the bartenders just shrugged and looked the other way. I figured that I’d get a snack and probably get laid at the same time. It had been a while since I’d had any action in that regard. Kayla was extremely hyper and was just about at the point of dancing on the bar when I’d...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Four Slut on the Altar

Chapter 4: Slut on the Altar by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 The metal door boomed shut behind Abigail D'Angelo. The room was pitch-black. Her naked feet flexed on the cold concrete. She didn't mind the cold or the dark. She could see. Everything was painted in hues of blue in the absent of light. This was her room now. Her Sire's orders. Abigail felt the oppression of the sun outside the room and the walls of Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. She curled down naked on the floor,...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Three Virgin Blood

Chapter 3: Virgin Blood by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Abigail turned the sedan into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. The sun's rays lightened the horizon. Fear rippled across her skin. The sun meant death. Its light was fire reduced to its most pure essence. And purity was deadly to a vampire. But Abigail didn't fear for her own safety. Dawn lay a few minutes away and already she had pulled the car into the sanctuary of the parking garage. The dark,...

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Vampire Chronicles Pt 1

Ok so this is my first story ever so keep that in mind. I got a big thing for vampires so that is why this is based on vampires. I hope you will all comment with advice and constructive criticism. I intend to continue this story either way so if you like it let me know and ill put more up, otherwise i wont bother. Also there is alot more set up than sex. This story is not intended to be mostly sex in fact it is meant to be a story that has sex in it but who knows how it will develop...

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Vampire Quest

Why did life have to be so hard? That question kept running through Rhiannon’s head as she walked by the McClintock Cemetery. She kept asking herself this as her witch senses went into overdrive. ‘Did you just realize I was standing here? I thought you were the best vampire hunter around. People need to get their stories in order,’ she heard behind her. Natasha jumped from her ledge. ‘And you need to know when to learn that I don’t want to deal with you tonight,’ Rhiannon retorted, as she...

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Vampire Quest

Why did life have to be so hard? That question kept running through Rhiannon's head as she walked by the McClintock Cemetery. She kept asking herself this as her witch senses went into overdrive."Did you just realize I was standing here? I thought you were the best vampire hunter around. People need to get their stories in order," she heard behind her.Natasha jumped from her ledge. "And you need to know when to learn that I don't want to deal with you tonight," Rhiannon retorted, as she looked...

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Vampire LifeChapter 7

An hour later I walked up to the bar. The brunette was still working, though she looked rather tired. “Double shot of O negative and double of B positive if you have it.” I called out. The bartender nodded, slid two glasses over towards me and then handed me two water bottles. “What are these for?” I asked. “You’ve been busy tonight. Quite a show back there. You might be a vampire but you still need to hydrate on something other than blood.” She replied, giving me a slight smirk. I’d...

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The Monster Inside Vampire Pt 5

In her sleep she loosened her grip but we were always touching, I had awaked very early trying to come up with an idea of how to handle this whole big mess I gotten myself into. Here I was in bed with the one person in the world that I connected to and possibly love, even though I've known her for only two nights. But how would I to tell her that I was not human. Gwen stirred and started waking, she looked at me sleepily she smiled. "Good morning, someone's an early bird." She leaned over...

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer Switch 3

From a great story by Heather St. Clair. Unfortunately J. Whedon and the mutant enemy own the copyright. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Switch 3 By Eric The infamous vampire Spike 'the Bloody' leaned back and relaxed. Listening in at Buffy's house was better than the soaps he used to watch during the long day light hours. Dawn whined at her sister Buffy who tried to keep her temper (often failing). Willow and Tara where back together again. Bland...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Six Unholy Communion

Chapter 6: Unholy Communion by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Aurora's words of defiance echoed through Heaven. The crystal foundations reverberated with her defiance. Aurora had rebelled. She was tired of Heaven's rules allowing Hell's success. No longer would she play the game that led mankind to ever increasing levels of depravity. She would guide her tool, the vampire Damien, and use him to right the wrongs. She would see Faust destroyed along with all the others whom polluted the...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Fifteen Angelic Lusts

Chapter 15: Angelic Lusts by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Damien D'Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire's throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust's office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien's blackened soul. His wife's every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart....

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Ten Sinful Holes

Chapter 10: Sinful Holes by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The ecstasy of the feminine ghost's embrace fled Father Hyrum Augustine. He shuddered and blinked as realty leaped back around him. He had moved. He stood by Faust the vampire. The pair were before the large windows that looked out on Chicago. The eastern horizon lightened. The vampire Faust, a wineglass in hand, eyed the priest. Faust sipped from his chalice. It held wine instead of blood. Everything had made sense while the...

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From Vampire Slayer to Vampire Slave

From Vampire Slayer to Vampire Slaveby Roadrunner, with ideas from BrontePart OneAuthor's note: this story began as a roleplay between myself and Bronte on the Roleplay section of the forum. The forum went down after we did a couple of episodes, and when it was up again the whole roleplay was gone, as was Bronte. I really liked what we had going so I decided to write a story based on what I could remember about the roleplay. Even if I wasn't able to reproduce what she has written, I think...

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Vampires Slave pt 2

The ventureThe previous night, after shooting a copious load of cum down the gorgeous vampire's throat, Danny had agreed to drive Sylvia across the country to meet with her brother and sister. Well not her actual brother and sister, but the three vampires had all been turned into bloodsuckers by the same elder vampire and apparently in their world that meant they were family.That morning at 5am, well before the sun was up, Danny and Sylvia hit the road.Sylvia's car turned out to be a very nice...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Eleven Bloody Incest

Chapter 11: Bloody Incest by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Father Hyrum Augustine, unknowing pawn of the demon Jezebel, faced the vampiress, Rosa Reyes, in her realty office, the sunlight streaming through the window onto her golden-brown skin. It did not consume the foul creature. The Latina woman's face transformed as the priest's snarl of “Vampiress” echoed through the room. Fangs flashed between her ruby lips. Damien turned her and she was gifted daywalking. Every vampire had a...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Fourteen Passions Trap

Chapter 14: Passion's Trap by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The scent of feminine lust filled the SUV as Damien D'Angelo drove it through the streets of Chicago, the impending violence exciting Abigail and their women. Abigail sat beside him clad only in her red hair, thighs glistening, eyes dilated, cheeks pale, nipples hard. In her hand she cradled her 9mm automatic handgun with an extended clip. They were all armed. Damien's silver-plated machete hung from his belt, the blade...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Nine Vampiric Hungers

Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine's soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women. They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel's client Faust....

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Bathroom Encounters With A Vampire

Introduction: If you havent read it read my other story Shower With A Vampire, this one is kind of a sequel to it I knew hed be back soon, I didnt think he would be able to resist for long, hed enjoyed our encounter just as much as me. I could still taste his sweat on my lips, the sticky residue he left behind slowly drying onto me. I needed to take a shower, in the same shower I had just fucked the hottest vampire in, I couldnt even look at it without my pussy aching, how I was gonna get in it...

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Vampire LifeChapter 2

When I woke up, it was dark outside. Both figurative and literally. I was lying on something hard and cold. I rolled over slowly, finding that to be very difficult. I slowly realized that I was inside a huge concrete drainage tube. “Hey, are you OK? You’ve been out for a while.” The soft voice asked. I looked over my shoulder to see the blond woman staring at me intently. “Uhm, I think so? Where are we?” I asked. “There’s a storm drain under the hill. I’ve, uhm, been here for a little...

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If only every work place had a vampire

Introduction: Im only just getting into writing fiction, this being the 1st proper one I wrote. An uhealthy vampire obsession lead me to writing this… Today has been a strange day. Firstly its my birthday. I dont mean my normal birthday, I dont exactly have those anymore, today is my Vampire Birthday. 121 years of being a vampire, 121 years of being stuck at 22, 121 years of drinking nothing but blood for breakfast, lunch and tea. Not that I mind being a vampire, I can do whatever I want, when...

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Vampire LifeChapter 18

“Vampire sex is the best!” Kayla exclaimed. We were both on our backs, cuddling after a few hours of screwing. She seemed to have a limitless capacity for sex. I didn’t know if that was because she was a vampire, or still essentially a sex crazed 20 year old. Either way, I couldn’t say that I minded. After our post coital cuddle, Kayla rolled over and grabbed her phone. “How are the girls doing?” I asked. “Pretty good. Amy is in San Francisco. Vanessa is in Washington. We are teasing her...

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Vampire Aliens Rape Nuns

While the cloaked alien mother ship lands in a large clearing adjacent a convent the captain a beautiful redhead with green sparkling eyes turns to her 1st mate and utters a few words. “This is a favorable planet for us to conquer, I am hungry for some holy blood from these pathetic mortals.” The black haired and iridescent purple-eyed beauty responds with a hiss in her words and a flick of her serpentine forked tongue. “Yessss let us get some human pussy to eat. I can sense, taste...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Twelve Wanton Sin

Chapter 12: Wanton Sin by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Jezebel groaned in delight as her enemy, her hated foe, pleasured her cunt. The demon gloated in the depths of the priest's soul. He howled in agony as he was changed, transformed by the demon's domination over an angel. Even an angel as corrupted as Aurora had become still held a tenuous connection to Heaven. The succubus's red wings spread wide in Father Augustine's soul. The angel and demon were both inside the priest,...

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The Vampire Kiss Chapter Eight Unholy Hungers

Chapter 8: Unholy Hungers by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “Wow, I'm surprised at the talent at Walmart at 3 in the morning,” Mary said as she strolled in front of the shopping cart. “Talent?” Britney Kingston asked her best friend and sort of mistress. Britney was only a thrall to Damien while Mary was one of his vampiresses. “Look at him,” Mary purred, licking her red lips. “Wouldn't you like to writhe beneath him and taste his blood.” Britney cast her gaze in the direction...

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Bathroom Encounters With A Vampire

It had only been an hour since he had left with his promise of returning, I was hoping he wouldn’t last long and return soon, I was desperate to touch his perfect abs and kiss his cute mouth. I really needed that shower, but still I lay naked on my bed, the same place I’d been laying since he left. It seemed like too much effort to move; it was like the amazing sex was a drug that left me paralysed, unable to move from the spot where I was left. I feel asleep. I woke at 11, I didn’t mean...

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Vampire EroticaChapter 3

Is it ever possible for a vampire to be utterly and depressingly bored? Lafitte was sprawled on his throne in the middle of his church basement lair surrounded by his naked children. There were twenty of them in all. 15 females and 5 males made up his band of bloodthirsty followers. He had returned the last batch of food to the streets of the French Quarter. Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the...

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The longings of a Vampire

When I finally awoke I was starving to death, freezing, and I had no idea where I was, but I knew that I wasnt in my apartment because it was pitch black. I began to feel around, every where I touched felt like stone, cold and hard, I soon realized that I was in something like a very small concrete room, more like a box. I was guessing about 3 feet wide and 6 ft long, still having no idea where I was, I started pushing against the sides and top nothin had any give, if it was a room then there...

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Bram Stoker was right, well almost. Vampires do exist, but not as Stoker or popular culture had led people to believe. Vampires are not blood sucking fiends, well not really, and we can walk around in sunlight. The original vampire has never been tracked, but he existed in the time of the crusades, he was an elderly knight in the Knights Templar. He got what has become known as blood lust, like the Vikings of old. He took a prisoner, a Moor woman and made love to her; he then bit her to make...

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Vampires Slave

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Vampire Ethans Story About Ethan Part 1

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The Vampire Chronicles Part I

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Vampire Chronicles Pt 4

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Margaret the Vampire The Beginning

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Vampire Korps of the Gestapo Ch 03

Hex had a bad moment when the one SS officer changed seats outside the church, fearing he’d been discovered. After that everything went smoothly considering he clung to the back of a car driving down busy streets. But soon they left Munich behind and traveled west on a road without streetlights and sparse traffic. The situation improved since he had less chance of being seen but the Mercedes picked up frightening speed. They probably traveled at over a hundred kilometers an hour. If he fell...

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My First Encounter With A Vampire

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My First Encounter With A Vampire

Introduction: I travel to small Southern town expect to write and article, instead I end up running into a mystical creature. I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind. I was a local writer for a paper in a small city town in southern Washington. Nothing big ever really happened, so there was never really anything to...

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My First Encounter With A Vampire

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Vampire LifeChapter 17

I jumped in my chair as I heard the front door slam. “It’s me!” Kayla yelled. “Good. No vampire hunters today.” I muttered as I heard her run up the stairs. “Did you miss me?” Kayla loudly asked as I spun around to face the door. “Always.” I grinned as Kayla entered the room. Both of her arms were completely filled with shopping bags. She apparently was enjoying her new day walking abilities to the fullest. It was hard to be annoyed at Kayla for long. “Like my hat?” She asked with a...

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the breeder vampire

This vampire is just as powerful as the common vampire with only one exception.This vampire does not want your blood.He wants your fertile pussy.His power is to breed with any and all females that are fertile. This passage will tell the tale of how he lures women with his eyes.He controls them with the tone of his voice.Women can not resist.This vampire can not be stopped.He will not stop.His power is to breed. A long long time ago at the age of thirteen a young male,while in the shower...

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Margaret the Vampire Franco My Love

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The Venetian Series 01 When the Masks Come Off in Venice

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When I finally came to, I found myself lying on the ground in a bed of leaves surrounded by frescoed walls. The roof was a marble dome. I didn't know how I got there. It had to be Odali who had left me there. Where could she be, I wondered. It was almost pitch dark in that small marble pavilion but I could see clearly. I saw more clearly than if it were a bright moonlit night. Even the shadows hid nothing from my sight. I shouldn't be able to see so well in the dark, I told myself. I...

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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part II

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Vampire Chronicles Pt 3

Hey everyone. Chapter three is here. I spent some extra time revising this one so I hope everyone likes it. All the chapters have had an element of darkness to them, but this one takes it to a new level, so I am putting it in the dark fantasy genre. As always I am looking for feedback from everyone. I have over 1000 reads on each chapter and they both only have 11 comments a few of which are mine so come on people help me out here more comments. I would like to thank my "team" of...

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