I spend most of my time sitting on the sidewalk reading Poppy Z Brite. My end of the city is dark and rather deserted with just a few locals. Would I habitat in any other surroundings? For months I have noticed a silver Lexus driving slowly by staring at me. Every day there he is driving slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He catches my piercing eyes then away he goes.
Yesterday was different though as he finally got the nerve to park and go into the rundown coffee shop I hang in front of. Immediately a homeless man came up to him and offered to watch his car for a few dollars. Yes, it is that kind of part of town. Mr Lexus I will call him, gave the man some money and he ran off. Mr Lexus entered the coffee shop, ordered one from the run down counter and sat in one of the old ripped seats and sipped his coffee.
I came in and sat down next to him. Well? He looked at me with fear and lust. Staring at my fishnet covered legs wondering why the parts where my skin showed were still so pale he seemed to have lost his voice. How do I know this? I just do. He jumped when he felt my leg against his cold, yet hot with a burning sensation. I could smell his fear which made his heart pump faster releasing the smell of copper from his jugular. “You don’t want to be here, it isn’t a nice place plus the sun coming in through the window is hurting my eyes”, I whispered. I told him to come with me.
We drove down the pot holed streets till we came to a bar just as rundown and dingy as the coffee shop. I took his hand and we sat in a booth. Tamara came from behind the bar handing him something on the rocks and me “tomato juice”. We talked a little and I told him he needed something to loosen up. He was mine, my victim and whatever else I wanted to do with him. I handed him a pill and told him to put it under his tongue. He said he never used any drugs but if I wanted him to take LSD he would. It was hitting him fast and he paid Tamara and we left. I told him his car would be fine and my haven was just a block away. We walked down an alley to an old door. He entered and between the LSD and me he was dumbstruck. What did he see and what was real? The mirrors were broken, there were some antiques and some trapping of a woman child all crowded in a small room.
I told him I held his life in my delicate pale hand as I wrapped it around his pulsating neck. The smell almost made me take him right then. No, I knew I must wait. I slowly cut off his clothes warning him to not move or I would cut him accidently. He laid on my tattered stained sheets without being told as I restrained his wrists to my bed. I left into the bathroom and returned in a sheer white wedding nightgown. I straddled him and licked his neck and he moaned quietly. I explained to him that I knew he was stalking me but I also had him followed and knew his whole life. That, was about to change as he said he would give himself to me fully. Yes, I owned Mr Lexus now. I told him my demands and the first being a new place to live. The Lsd was wearing off and I made it clear once I drink and let him partake he will go through horrid withdrawals if he doesn’t please me. I found his puffy, sweet jugular and bit down hard drinking till I was full. He passed out for hours.
When he awoke Tamara and I were kissing sharing his blood and waiting to see if he was worthy. With me riding his cock, Tamara sucking blood from his thigh vein I had him lick his first taste of 200 year old absinthe off my perfect boobs. Days had passed and it was time for him to prove himself by hunting with us. How did he do? Ah, I am hungry and that is a story for another day as our his life is either just beginning or ending.
Vampiress Ivy
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