Tales Of An Ancient Vampire
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A Different Kind of Vampire
By Krysta
Sit down. We need to talk. By now you know what I am, or at least, you
suspect. You have a choice to make... but not quite yet. First, allow me to
tell you my story, and then we'll see about your decision.
Years ago, I was like you. Don't ask me how many years. I couldn't tell
you. Years aren't important to one such as myself.
As I said, I was like you. My name, then, was Jim. I was quite unhappy,
though I tried to hide it.
I remember the night when things began to change for me. I was just
getting off of work. It was probably ten o'clock. I had gotten stuck
working second shift. It was in the fall, and quite chilly out. To make
matters worse, it was raining. I was perfectly miserable as I went out to
my car. I had just started to unlock the door when I suddenly felt a surge
of fear. I had an overwhelming urge to turn around.
That was when I saw her. She was tall, at least six feet, and her height
was further accentuated by the high-heeled shoes she wore. I have
always been short, and she seemed to tower over me.
She had a slim build, but very feminine. She had small, but obviously
firm and perky breasts, a trim waist, and her hips gently swelled. This
was all obvious to me, as she wore a short black velvet dress. The dress
went down to her knees, but it was skin-tight, leaving almost nothing to
the imagination, and it dipped provocatively at the breasts, revealing
plenty of cleavage.
Her hair was long, almost as long as her dress, and her lips were blood
red.
These are all things I noticed later, though. The very first thing I saw was
her eyes. They were two gray orbs, and, when I first gazed upon them,
had a cold, predatory glint in them. They seemed to look right through
me. I was frozen in terror when I saw them. I didn't know why, but
looking into her eyes, I knew I was in an unspeakable danger.
She held my gaze for a minute, and then took a step closer, and looked
even deeper into my eyes. I almost felt violated by that gaze. It was as
though they looked straight into my soul, stripping away all of my
defenses, and leaving my deepest secrets bare. After a few moments of
intense examination the cruel look in her eyes softened, and was replaced
with one of sympathy.
She took another step towards me, until she was practically on top of me.
She placed a hand on each of my cheeks, and pulled my face close,
kissing me. It was easily the most erotic kiss I had ever received. Much
like her gaze, her kiss seemed to penetrate me totally, seeking out secrets
buried deep, ones that I had never imagined anyone would discern.
After a moment she broke off the kiss, and kissed my chin. She kissed
further down, to my neck. It all felt wonderful, but when she kissed my
neck, I started to get dizzy, and my vision grew dim.
The next thing I knew, the sun was in my eyes. It was morning, and I
was inside my car, in the driver's seat. The sun seemed unusually bright,
and I found myself squinting, in spite of myself. I assumed what I
remembered about the night before was a dream, and, after blinking the
sleep from my eyes, I started the ignition and drove home.
Once I was home, I dragged myself inside and drew the shades. I felt
awful. I called my boss and told him I wasn't going to make it to work
that night. Then I made my way to the bathroom and looked in the
mirror. I looked like hell. I was pale, and my face seemed thinner than
usual. What really struck me, though, was a bruise, one that almost
looked like a hickey, on my neck. My dream from the night before,
which had ended with the mystery woman kissing my neck, immediately
came to mind.
Thinking about this, I turned on the shower, stripped, and got in. The hot
water helped soothe me a little, and restored a measure of clarity to my
thoughts. As I washed myself, I noticed I seemed rather thin. I had
always been a little heavy, and had a gut. But this morning, it didn't seem
to be as prominent. I figured maybe I had finally gotten lucky and lost a
bit of weight. As I continued to soap myself up, I also noticed how good
it felt to play with my nipples.
Eventually, I had finished my shower, and I threw myself into bed,
stopping only put on a dark red nightie and panties. I haven't told you
this yet, but I was a closet cross-dresser. Every chance I got, I slipped on
some silky women's clothes. This was one such opportunity.
When I awoke, it was night again. I was amazed. I had slept the whole
day! I didn't have much of an opportunity to wonder why, however, as I
heard a knock on my door. I quickly tore off the nightie and put on a
man's bathrobe, and ran to the door, tying the bathrobe as I went, to hide
my red panties.
I couldn't believe it when I opened my door. The woman from my dream
stood in front of me! I stared for a minute, in complete shock. In spite of
the bruise on my neck, I had convinced myself that it had just been a
dream, and was shocked to see her standing before me, in the flesh. She
looked exactly the same as she had the night before, right down to her
outfit. She flashed me an ironic smile and asked, "Aren't you going to let
me in?"
"O-o-of course!" I stammered, moving aside to let her step over the
threshold and into my home.
She looked into my eyes and said, "Jim, take off the bathrobe." I started
to protest, but, looking into her eyes again, found myself unable to do
anything else. I removed the bathrobe, and my face flushed almost as
dark a red as my now exposed panties.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jim. I know all about you. You're a cross-
dresser."
"How... How..." I was too shocked to speak. I found myself wondering
how she could possibly know my name, or that I cross-dressed. I had
never told anyone about the latter. It was my darkest secret.
"You'll understand it all in time... For now, why don't you show me your
wardrobe?"
I found myself compelled to do as she said, and, minutes later, she was
looking through my closet, at the various articles of femininity I had
accumulated over the years. I was pacing back and forth, oddly nervous.
Finally, she turned to me and said, "You want to be a woman." It wasn't
a question, but a statement of fact. Even though I hadn't realized it
before, when she said it, I knew she was right. I just nodded and burst
into tears.
After a while, my tears dried up. I realized I was now on the bed, sitting
up, leaning against her, with her holding me. I noticed how strangely
cold she was. "How... how do you know so much about me? Who are
you?" I managed to ask.
She smiled at me. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask.
My name is Natalya... As to how I know these things, let's just say I have
a knack for seeing things in people."
I shook my head, slightly angry. "I'm not buying that. Please, Natalya,
tell me the truth."
She nodded. "Fine, but if I tell you, your life will change in ways you
cannot even begin to imagine."
Not really understanding, I went ahead and urged her to tell me. "Well
Jim, you may not believe it, but if you think back to last night, and some
of the things you surely must have noticed since then, you will realize
that what I say is true."
"In a nutshell, I am a vampiress. There are several types of vampire. I
happen to be of a rare type. My victims, upon beginning their
transformations into vampirehood, begin to acquire the attributes of
beautiful women. It is an adaptation -- it allows them to find victims
more easily. The changes you must have, by now, noticed to your body,
are the beginnings of that transformation. If I feed upon you again, the
changes will begin in earnest, and you will become a vampiress, like
myself."
I looked into her eyes, and realized that, even though her story was
preposterous, I believed her totally. "Now, you have a choice to make,"
she told me. "I can't let you go on like you are now, since you know
about me. So I will either have to kill you, or transform you. Which will
it be?"
My male pride almost did me in. I started to protest, to tell her that I
didn't want to be a monster. Instead, she put her finger on my lips and
told me, "Shhhhhh. Don't answer... I can see what you want in her eyes."
With that, she bared her fangs, and bit deeply into my neck.. I got very
drowsy, and my vision started to fade again. Before I passed out, though,
I felt her kiss me. I could taste my own blood on her lips. Then I saw her
bring her wrist to her lips, and bite it. She pressed it against my own lips,
and, as the first rivulets of her blood ran down my throat, I swallowed
reflexively and consciousness eluded me.
I have no idea how much later it was when I woke up, but I immediately
remembered everything that had happened, very clearly. I was on a bed,
and I stood, feeling wonderful. I looked in the mirror on the wall, and
could very clearly see my reflection. I was a beautiful woman, with
auburn hair, clear blue eyes, and blood-red lips, as you see me here now.
I nearly wept when I saw myself. Just then, Natalya walked into the
room.
"I see you're awake, my child. How do you feel?"
"Why can I see myself in the mirror? I thought you turned me into a
vampiress," I asked her.
To my surprise, Natalya laughed at me. "I did, child. Not all of the
legends you have heard are true... Now then... I believe you need a
woman's name."
"Well, I've always been partial to Jennifer."
"Well, my young vampiress, then Jennifer it is."
...And so that's how I came to be who you see before you. Now that I've
told you all this, you have a choice to make. Never mind. I can see in
your eyes what you want...
Fin
Wynona
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