Your eyes flutter open. The room is dark; there are no windows. You look to your left and see the clock blinking at you, reminding you that it is now ten.
You despise summers. The days are too long.
You slide out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror. You are a beautiful, pale young woman, with dark black hair down to your shoulders. You are wearing only a short, white shift that comes down to your knees.
You run your hands through your hair and then down your sides and sigh.
You look around your small room, with its barred door and walk over to the wardrobe. You open it, examining the clothing inside. The wardrobe is extensive, with outfits ranging from the simple to the bizarre.
You despise summers. The days are too long.
You slide out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror. You are a beautiful, pale young woman, with dark black hair down to your shoulders. You are wearing only a short, white shift that comes down to your knees.
You run your hands through your hair and then down your sides and sigh.
You look around your small room, with its barred door and walk over to the wardrobe. You open it, examining the clothing inside. The wardrobe is extensive, with outfits ranging from the simple to the bizarre.
You pull a long black overcoat from the wardrobe and slide it over your shoulders over the top of the shift. You wrap a belt around the coat and pull it tight and then look back in the mirror. You smile at yourself, the black coat highlighting the paleness of your skin. Your teeth flash white in the mirror.
You walk over to the door to your room and unbar it, then step outside into your apartment. You look over at the windows onto the lights of the city.
You are hungry, but there is nothing to eat in your home.
You walk over to the door to your room and unbar it, then step outside into your apartment. You look over at the windows onto the lights of the city.
You are hungry, but there is nothing to eat in your home.
You walk by the empty refrigerator into your hallway. You pull a pair of long black boots over your feet. You grab your wallet, keys and your phone from the counter and throw them into a pocket of your coat. You then unbolt your door and step out into the hall. You look up and down the hall and see that no one is out. It's a Thursday night after all. Besides, there is only one other suite on the top floor.
You lock your door and then walk over to the elevator, hitting the down button. You get into the elevator and then head for the lobby.
The elevator stops on the tenth and a young, blond man gets in the elevator. He looks at you with a smile. You can smell him. He smells appealing. You grin back at him.
You lock your door and then walk over to the elevator, hitting the down button. You get into the elevator and then head for the lobby.
The elevator stops on the tenth and a young, blond man gets in the elevator. He looks at you with a smile. You can smell him. He smells appealing. You grin back at him.
"Hi. Where are you going tonight?" you ask him.
He smiles back at you again. "Ummm, I'm just going to grab a bite to eat. Umm, do you want to come?"
You smile at him, suppressing your urges. "I was thinking maybe just a drink, actually," you say to him with a sly smile.
He nods his head slowly as the two of you reach the lobby. "You have anywhere in mind?" he asks.
He smiles back at you again. "Ummm, I'm just going to grab a bite to eat. Umm, do you want to come?"
You smile at him, suppressing your urges. "I was thinking maybe just a drink, actually," you say to him with a sly smile.
He nods his head slowly as the two of you reach the lobby. "You have anywhere in mind?" he asks.
"Yeah, there is a place down the street that I know of," you tell him.
He nods to you and then indicates for you to go first as you get out of the elevator.
"Nice of you to be so polite before we're introduced," you say to him.
"Well, I've seen you around here before of course... I guess I just never thought to talk to you before," he responds. Sometimes even attractive men get nervous around beautiful women. You don't exactly look approachable.
You step out of the elevator and then head for the front door of the building. He quickly steps in front of you, opening the door for you as you step out into the dark night. The cold is air refreshing on your skin. You despise being stuck inside.
"My name is Sam, by the way," he tells you. Sam does not seem to fit his pretty face, but you nod.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" he asks. You laugh at him and give him a wink. "We'll see how you do," you tell him.
The bar is only a half block away, and this time you walk in front of him and don't let him open the door for you, pushing inside. The bartender looks up and gives you a knowing nod as you head for a back table. You take a seat and Sam sits down beside you.
He nods to you and then indicates for you to go first as you get out of the elevator.
"Nice of you to be so polite before we're introduced," you say to him.
"Well, I've seen you around here before of course... I guess I just never thought to talk to you before," he responds. Sometimes even attractive men get nervous around beautiful women. You don't exactly look approachable.
You step out of the elevator and then head for the front door of the building. He quickly steps in front of you, opening the door for you as you step out into the dark night. The cold is air refreshing on your skin. You despise being stuck inside.
"My name is Sam, by the way," he tells you. Sam does not seem to fit his pretty face, but you nod.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" he asks. You laugh at him and give him a wink. "We'll see how you do," you tell him.
The bar is only a half block away, and this time you walk in front of him and don't let him open the door for you, pushing inside. The bartender looks up and gives you a knowing nod as you head for a back table. You take a seat and Sam sits down beside you.
You sit there and look at him. He looks back at you and signals for the waitress to come over. She walks over and smiles down at him.
"Haven't seen you in here before," she says to him with a smile. She gives you a nod.
"Could I get a couple of beers?" he asks.
"Of course," she says to him. "Can I see some ID from you?"
He laughs as he pulls his ID out of his wallet and hands it over. She examines it, then hands it back to him and walks over to the bar. He turns, "So you come here often then?"
"Often enough that they don't need to ask me for ID anymore I suppose," you say to him with a smile.
The beers arrive and he begins to natter in your ear, chattering away. You barely respond; he may be pretty, but he's dreadfully boring. He continues to drink, still somewhat nervous, especially given you are not speaking. You continue nursing your first beer. After an hour or so he has become somewhat drunk. You look over at him and sigh.
"Haven't seen you in here before," she says to him with a smile. She gives you a nod.
"Could I get a couple of beers?" he asks.
"Of course," she says to him. "Can I see some ID from you?"
He laughs as he pulls his ID out of his wallet and hands it over. She examines it, then hands it back to him and walks over to the bar. He turns, "So you come here often then?"
"Often enough that they don't need to ask me for ID anymore I suppose," you say to him with a smile.
The beers arrive and he begins to natter in your ear, chattering away. You barely respond; he may be pretty, but he's dreadfully boring. He continues to drink, still somewhat nervous, especially given you are not speaking. You continue nursing your first beer. After an hour or so he has become somewhat drunk. You look over at him and sigh.
Finally you just ask him, "So do you want to come upstairs with me?"
He looks at you, surprise in his eyes, and nods. You take his hand.
"You... you're cold," he says to you. You smile at him, "I am."
You pull him to his feet and out the door of the bar. You call back to the bartender as you walk out, "On my tab!"
It's begun to rain outside, but it's only half a block back to the apartment building. You pull Sam back through the doors and into the lobby and then hit the button on the elevator. He looks uncomfortable as he stands there, holding your cold hand and looking at you.
"Umm, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks you.
You laugh as the elevator door opens and you pull him inside. "Are you sure?" you ask him. You hit the button for your floor and then the door closes behind the two of you.
He looks at you, surprise in his eyes, and nods. You take his hand.
"You... you're cold," he says to you. You smile at him, "I am."
You pull him to his feet and out the door of the bar. You call back to the bartender as you walk out, "On my tab!"
It's begun to rain outside, but it's only half a block back to the apartment building. You pull Sam back through the doors and into the lobby and then hit the button on the elevator. He looks uncomfortable as he stands there, holding your cold hand and looking at you.
"Umm, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks you.
You laugh as the elevator door opens and you pull him inside. "Are you sure?" you ask him. You hit the button for your floor and then the door closes behind the two of you.
You stand there, holding his hand, feeling the warmth of his body as you ride the elevator up.
You arrive at the 30th floor and you step out the door and into the hall. You look around to confirm that no one is there and then walk over to your apartment. He follows you tentatively as you unlock the door, but then you pull him inside.
You close the door behind him and then lock it.
He stumbles drunkenly after you as you walk into your room. You then close the door behind you and bar it.
He looks at you and asks, "Why don't have you any windows in your room? And why do you need to bar the door?"
You smile at him, running your finger down his chest.
You arrive at the 30th floor and you step out the door and into the hall. You look around to confirm that no one is there and then walk over to your apartment. He follows you tentatively as you unlock the door, but then you pull him inside.
You close the door behind him and then lock it.
He stumbles drunkenly after you as you walk into your room. You then close the door behind you and bar it.
He looks at you and asks, "Why don't have you any windows in your room? And why do you need to bar the door?"
You smile at him, running your finger down his chest.
You slide to your knees in front of him without responding. Your fingers unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to his knees. He looks at you in surprise but doesn't stop you as you slide his boxers down and off his legs.
His cock is still soft at first, but you immediately take him into your mouth and begin sucking. He moans softly, his hands sliding down to your face. "Fuck, I've never been sucked by someone with such a cold mouth," he says as his cock begins to harden.
You feel his hands run through your hair as your mouth bobs up and down on his cock, taking it almost all the way inside your mouth with each thrust. You run your tongue up and down his length, tasting him and feeling the veins in his shaft.
His cock is still soft at first, but you immediately take him into your mouth and begin sucking. He moans softly, his hands sliding down to your face. "Fuck, I've never been sucked by someone with such a cold mouth," he says as his cock begins to harden.
You feel his hands run through your hair as your mouth bobs up and down on his cock, taking it almost all the way inside your mouth with each thrust. You run your tongue up and down his length, tasting him and feeling the veins in his shaft.
You push him onto his back on your small bed and shrug your coat off, letting it fall to the floor. He looks up at you in surprise as you slide yourself up his body. You grip his hard cock in your hand as you position yourself astride him.
He looks up at you and begins to blubber something about a condom. You slap him in the face with your free hand, enjoying the look of shock in his eyes as he feels the sting. Before he can say anything you have slid down the length of his shaft, your pussy wet with desire.
You moan and lean down and kiss his neck. "Mmmm, I fucking needed this Sam," you whisper in his ear, your breath cold against him. He shivers and grunts as he begins to meet your thrusts. His hands reach up to grope at you as you ride him, but you slap them away. You slide one hand down to your pussy and begin to rub your clit as you ride him, gyrating over his body and moaning.
He looks up at you and begins to blubber something about a condom. You slap him in the face with your free hand, enjoying the look of shock in his eyes as he feels the sting. Before he can say anything you have slid down the length of his shaft, your pussy wet with desire.
You moan and lean down and kiss his neck. "Mmmm, I fucking needed this Sam," you whisper in his ear, your breath cold against him. He shivers and grunts as he begins to meet your thrusts. His hands reach up to grope at you as you ride him, but you slap them away. You slide one hand down to your pussy and begin to rub your clit as you ride him, gyrating over his body and moaning.
"Do you want to be a man, Sam?" you whisper in his ear. "Do you want to fuck me properly?" you ask him.
You slide off of him and then present your ass to him on your hands and knees, looking back at him with lust in your eyes. He grunts, slides off his back, and immediately buries his cock back inside of you. You moan as you feel his shaft enter you and then push back at him.
You slams forward and you push back, meeting each of his thrusts. You grab the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as he begins to fuck you hard. You look back and see the look of pleasure in his eyes wiping away the fog of the alcohol as he fucks you.
Your senses strengthen, and you can feel the thick head of his cock every time it slides past your pussy lips, making you moan in pleasure. You feel him quicken. You can tell he is about to come.
You slide off of him and then present your ass to him on your hands and knees, looking back at him with lust in your eyes. He grunts, slides off his back, and immediately buries his cock back inside of you. You moan as you feel his shaft enter you and then push back at him.
You slams forward and you push back, meeting each of his thrusts. You grab the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as he begins to fuck you hard. You look back and see the look of pleasure in his eyes wiping away the fog of the alcohol as he fucks you.
Your senses strengthen, and you can feel the thick head of his cock every time it slides past your pussy lips, making you moan in pleasure. You feel him quicken. You can tell he is about to come.
You pull off him and turn around, lowering your face immediately to his cock. He moans and grabs the shaft, jerking it rapidly as he looks down at your face.
"Cum all over me, Sam," you say to him. He grunts and begins to spray his load all over your face. You feel the first blast hit your cheek and you moan. Rope after rope of cum lashes out to strike you and then drip down your face. When he is finished he falls down beside you on the bed, a glazed look of pleasure in his eyes.
You smile to yourself and look at him lying there. Your fangs extend as he looks up at you dreamily, the cum sticking to your pale face.
"Cum all over me, Sam," you say to him. He grunts and begins to spray his load all over your face. You feel the first blast hit your cheek and you moan. Rope after rope of cum lashes out to strike you and then drip down your face. When he is finished he falls down beside you on the bed, a glazed look of pleasure in his eyes.
You smile to yourself and look at him lying there. Your fangs extend as he looks up at you dreamily, the cum sticking to your pale face.
You move down toward his neck and he moves to push you away. "You're all sticky-" he begins, but then your teeth have sunk into his neck. He screams and begins to thrash, trying to grab at you as you feed on him.
The blood is sweet. You haven't fed for weeks. He tries to grab your hair, but you slap his hand away. He tries to kick with his legs, but your grip is tight as you suck on his blood. You grip his throat tightly as you drink, his cum mixing with the blood as you suck.
You stop briefly and whisper in your ear, "You're so lucky you got in the elevator, dear Sam. So lucky..."
The blood is sweet. You haven't fed for weeks. He tries to grab your hair, but you slap his hand away. He tries to kick with his legs, but your grip is tight as you suck on his blood. You grip his throat tightly as you drink, his cum mixing with the blood as you suck.
You stop briefly and whisper in your ear, "You're so lucky you got in the elevator, dear Sam. So lucky..."
You continue to suck his precious blood until he stops twitching. Even then you continue to feed. There is no point in saving blood; it's only good when it's still warm.
Finally his body begins to cool and you remove your mouth. You look down at him, dead and bloody in your bed. The white sheets are covered in blood. You are sated, but now you are stuck with a body. You were a fool to bring him back home, especially one from your own building. And people saw you at the bar. But you were so hungry.
Finally his body begins to cool and you remove your mouth. You look down at him, dead and bloody in your bed. The white sheets are covered in blood. You are sated, but now you are stuck with a body. You were a fool to bring him back home, especially one from your own building. And people saw you at the bar. But you were so hungry.
You stand, feeling the strength of his death running through your veins, and then unbar your bedroom door. You walk out into the kitchen and grab a cleaver.
You have done this before of course.
You begin to hack at his body, first cutting off his limbs, and then his head. You stuffy each piece into a different garbage bag, and then the sheets into another.
You stand there in your bloody shift and look at the room. A mess. But you can clean that up later.
You have done this before of course.
You begin to hack at his body, first cutting off his limbs, and then his head. You stuffy each piece into a different garbage bag, and then the sheets into another.
You stand there in your bloody shift and look at the room. A mess. But you can clean that up later.
You pull off your bloody shift and throw it into the last garbage bag and then get into the shower. The heat of the water washes over you, and the shower tiles below you run with blood. When you are finishes you get out the shower and look in the mirror. You look slightly less pale, and you can feel the strength of the blood running through you.
You grab some jeans and a t-shirt and then throw them on.
You look at all the bags. You decide you need to take them in at least two loads from a safety standpoint.
You grab some jeans and a t-shirt and then throw them on.
You look at all the bags. You decide you need to take them in at least two loads from a safety standpoint.
You grab the first set of bags and step out into the hall. You look around and, seeing no one as usual, you get into the elevator. You hit the parking button and hope that no one gets in with you.
Your luck does not hold, and the door opens on the 15th floor to a young couple. They get into the elevator and smile at you and hit the button to the lobby. You pull back into the corner of the elevator and they ignore you. Just another girl in jeans and a t-shirt with garbage. They get off at the lobby and you continue down to the parking garage.
You haul the bags over to your BMW, open the trunk, and then throw them inside. You slam the door, look around, and, seeing no one, head back to the elevator bank.
As you reach the elevators someone is already standing there. A middle-aged guy named Tony who always hits on you whenever he sees you in the building. You groan on the inside. You hit the up button.
"Hey, babe! It's me, Tony! You know me, right?"
Your luck does not hold, and the door opens on the 15th floor to a young couple. They get into the elevator and smile at you and hit the button to the lobby. You pull back into the corner of the elevator and they ignore you. Just another girl in jeans and a t-shirt with garbage. They get off at the lobby and you continue down to the parking garage.
You haul the bags over to your BMW, open the trunk, and then throw them inside. You slam the door, look around, and, seeing no one, head back to the elevator bank.
As you reach the elevators someone is already standing there. A middle-aged guy named Tony who always hits on you whenever he sees you in the building. You groan on the inside. You hit the up button.
"Hey, babe! It's me, Tony! You know me, right?"
"Fuck off Tony," you respond immediately. He laughs.
"My pretty girl isn't in a talkative mood tonight?"
"I said fuck off."
The elevator arrives and you step on, Tony following.
"Every time I see you I try to talk to you, and you never give me any love," he whines. His hair is dark and greasy. Fucking wop.
You hit the button to your floor. He just stands there, not pushing any button and smiles at you.
"My pretty girl isn't in a talkative mood tonight?"
"I said fuck off."
The elevator arrives and you step on, Tony following.
"Every time I see you I try to talk to you, and you never give me any love," he whines. His hair is dark and greasy. Fucking wop.
You hit the button to your floor. He just stands there, not pushing any button and smiles at you.
You stand there, looking at him warily as he smiles at you.
"So, pretty girl, what are you doing out tonight?" he asks you. You grimace.
"I told you I'm not in the fucking mood, Tony."
The elevator opens on your floor and he moves to get out. "Stay in the fucking elevator!" you tell him.
He makes a motion to step out onto the floor with you, his hands spread wide and a big smile on his face.
"So, pretty girl, what are you doing out tonight?" he asks you. You grimace.
"I told you I'm not in the fucking mood, Tony."
The elevator opens on your floor and he moves to get out. "Stay in the fucking elevator!" you tell him.
He makes a motion to step out onto the floor with you, his hands spread wide and a big smile on his face.
You push him back into the elevator. He lets his hands fall to his side and laughs. "Another time then, pretty girl," he says to you as the door closes on him.
At least you didn't have to kill him. You grab the last of the garbage bags from your apartment and then get back into the elevator.
A young woman gets on at the 20th floor. She's Asian, with jet black hair. You cannot tell her age. You never could tell with Asians. You smile at her and she smiles back. You have never seen her before. She is also going to the parking garage. You feel a stirring in you.
At least you didn't have to kill him. You grab the last of the garbage bags from your apartment and then get back into the elevator.
A young woman gets on at the 20th floor. She's Asian, with jet black hair. You cannot tell her age. You never could tell with Asians. You smile at her and she smiles back. You have never seen her before. She is also going to the parking garage. You feel a stirring in you.
"Hi there. Are you new around here?" you ask her.
"Yeah... I.. here to learn English," she says to you with a weak smile. Foreign exchange student.
"Oh, at a local language school?"
"Yeah... language school near here." Rich families send their children overseas all the time with lots of cash and no supervision. But another girl always seems harmless.
"How old are you?" you ask her.
"Eighteen," she responds. Young. And beautiful. You eye her up and down and smile.
"Yeah... I.. here to learn English," she says to you with a weak smile. Foreign exchange student.
"Oh, at a local language school?"
"Yeah... language school near here." Rich families send their children overseas all the time with lots of cash and no supervision. But another girl always seems harmless.
"How old are you?" you ask her.
"Eighteen," she responds. Young. And beautiful. You eye her up and down and smile.
"If you give me your number we can hang out sometime," you say to her.
She smiles at you and nods. You pull out your phone and type in the number.
"My name is Yuki," she says to you. You smile at her and reach out to shake her hand. Her eyes widen as she feels how cool your touch is.
"Can I call you later tonight?" you ask her.
"Ok. Ok," she says. You grin as the two of you get off the elevator and you head over to your car. You see her looking over her shoulder at you as you load the garbage bags into the car.
You smile to yourself.
She smiles at you and nods. You pull out your phone and type in the number.
"My name is Yuki," she says to you. You smile at her and reach out to shake her hand. Her eyes widen as she feels how cool your touch is.
"Can I call you later tonight?" you ask her.
"Ok. Ok," she says. You grin as the two of you get off the elevator and you head over to your car. You see her looking over her shoulder at you as you load the garbage bags into the car.
You smile to yourself.
You get into the car and pull out of the parking garage. You decide to head to a more distant dump, rather than going somewhere local, so as to ensure that the body is not too close to you.
You have no idea whether or not Sam lived alone. No idea if someone will file a missing persons report soon. You were too hungry and as a result you were a fool. You left his wallet and his phone on the counter of the kitchen. You will consider how best to keep this quiet once you get home.
You arrive at the dump. It's dark, and of course it is closed. You pull up outside the gates.
You have no idea whether or not Sam lived alone. No idea if someone will file a missing persons report soon. You were too hungry and as a result you were a fool. You left his wallet and his phone on the counter of the kitchen. You will consider how best to keep this quiet once you get home.
You arrive at the dump. It's dark, and of course it is closed. You pull up outside the gates.
You grab all of the bags and skulk rapidly through the shadows to where it is darkest by the fence. You quickly tear through the fence with your hands and then step through. You stalk rapidly through the dark, holding all of the bags over your shoulder like a dark Santa Claus.
You can smell dogs and rats, but you have no desire for them. There is a human on the site too, somewhere close. You bury the bags deep in a pile. A dog near you barks, then sees your eyes and runs. More intelligent than the humans.
You avoid further detection as you head for the fence, and emerge in the shadows on the other side. You jump in your car. Safe.
You can smell dogs and rats, but you have no desire for them. There is a human on the site too, somewhere close. You bury the bags deep in a pile. A dog near you barks, then sees your eyes and runs. More intelligent than the humans.
You avoid further detection as you head for the fence, and emerge in the shadows on the other side. You jump in your car. Safe.
You begin heading back towards the city as you dial Yuki on your phone.
"Hello," she answers.
"Hi. We spoke earlier tonight. I live in your building. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out," you say to her.
"Ummm... I... is very late right now," she responds.
"Yeah, but we live in the same building. We can do whatever. I'd love to hear stories about Japan," you say to her.
"Ok... yeah. Maybe you come by and say hello?"
"Yeah, sounds good. What unit are you in?"
"Unit?"
"Your room number."
"Oh, 2001," she says.
Excellent.
"See you soon," you say and then hang up.
"Hello," she answers.
"Hi. We spoke earlier tonight. I live in your building. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out," you say to her.
"Ummm... I... is very late right now," she responds.
"Yeah, but we live in the same building. We can do whatever. I'd love to hear stories about Japan," you say to her.
"Ok... yeah. Maybe you come by and say hello?"
"Yeah, sounds good. What unit are you in?"
"Unit?"
"Your room number."
"Oh, 2001," she says.
Excellent.
"See you soon," you say and then hang up.
You decide you need to learn a little bit more about Sam before you go and see Yuki.
You pull into the parking garage half an hour later and head back to the elevator. It feels like you have done nothing but ride the elevator tonight. Oh, and get fucked and eat Sam. But still, enough of the elevator...
You get in and hit the button for the 30th floor. It's nearly one in the morning on a Thursday, and by now there is no one around. Yuki must be lonely to be willing to meet now.
You unlock the door, step into your apartment, and begin going through Sam's stuff. Credit cards. ID. Gym membership; he did have a nice body. Nothing useful.
You examine his phone. He is still signed into Facebook. He had a lot of friends, was 27, and was single. He was local, so his friends will realize he is missing quickly. You cannot tell if he has a roommate or not from his phone. You sigh. It seems likely you will need to move soon as a result of your indiscretions.
Your mind turns back to Yuki.
You pull into the parking garage half an hour later and head back to the elevator. It feels like you have done nothing but ride the elevator tonight. Oh, and get fucked and eat Sam. But still, enough of the elevator...
You get in and hit the button for the 30th floor. It's nearly one in the morning on a Thursday, and by now there is no one around. Yuki must be lonely to be willing to meet now.
You unlock the door, step into your apartment, and begin going through Sam's stuff. Credit cards. ID. Gym membership; he did have a nice body. Nothing useful.
You examine his phone. He is still signed into Facebook. He had a lot of friends, was 27, and was single. He was local, so his friends will realize he is missing quickly. You cannot tell if he has a roommate or not from his phone. You sigh. It seems likely you will need to move soon as a result of your indiscretions.
Your mind turns back to Yuki.
You decide to stay casual in jeans and a t-shirt. You don't want to scare the poor girl after all. You open the fridge. It is filled with alcohol. For guests, of course.
You grab a bottle of white wine and then head back into the hallway. Still empty. You get in the elevator and hit the button for the 20th floor.
You get off and head over to unit 2001. There are six units on the floor, but the first unit is the nicest... her parents really must be loaded. You knock on the door and Yuki opens it. Her hair is tied back, accenting her cheekbones. She is so young, and she smells so sweet.
You hold up the bottle of wine and smile at her. She giggles innocently and grabs the bottle and waves you inside. You examine her body from behind as she grabs glasses for the wine. She turns to you and shrugs. "I don't have... the tool... the..."
You grab the bottle, slide your keychain from your pocket, and open the wine bottle and pour a glass first for her and then for you. She motions for you to sit down on the couch and she sits beside you and begins to sip her wine.
"So... nice... to be maybe have friend," she says softly. You smile at her.
You grab a bottle of white wine and then head back into the hallway. Still empty. You get in the elevator and hit the button for the 20th floor.
You get off and head over to unit 2001. There are six units on the floor, but the first unit is the nicest... her parents really must be loaded. You knock on the door and Yuki opens it. Her hair is tied back, accenting her cheekbones. She is so young, and she smells so sweet.
You hold up the bottle of wine and smile at her. She giggles innocently and grabs the bottle and waves you inside. You examine her body from behind as she grabs glasses for the wine. She turns to you and shrugs. "I don't have... the tool... the..."
You grab the bottle, slide your keychain from your pocket, and open the wine bottle and pour a glass first for her and then for you. She motions for you to sit down on the couch and she sits beside you and begins to sip her wine.
"So... nice... to be maybe have friend," she says softly. You smile at her.
You chat casually with her as she drinks, asking her about why she came and what it's like being on her own. Being polite, you continue to fill her wine glass. She doesn't notice that you barely drink your own wine. You don't let her ask many questions about you, as you show great interest in her life and Japan. Everyone loves to talk about themselves.
Within an hour the entire bottle is gone and Yuki is drunk, her face bright red. Your hand has crept slowly onto her knee, and has barely noticed. She keeps smiling at you and giggling, her English deteriorating as she becomes intoxicated.
Within an hour the entire bottle is gone and Yuki is drunk, her face bright red. Your hand has crept slowly onto her knee, and has barely noticed. She keeps smiling at you and giggling, her English deteriorating as she becomes intoxicated.
You lean forward and kiss her softly on the cheek. She looks at you in surprise and begins to speak, but you then kiss her again on the lips, stopping her.
You cannot tell if she is blushing or just drunk, but you slowly push her onto her back on the couch, your lips meeting hers.
"C- cold," she says to you softly, and then your tongue is in her mouth, tasting her. Her tongue meets yours, the warm flesh against the cold as you kiss. Your hands slide up and down her body and then under her t-shirt. She moves one hand down to stop you, but before she can you are pinching one nipple between your fingers and all she does in response is moan.
Her smell is intoxicating. She smells like life.
Your kisses trail down her lips to her neck, lapping gently at the skin. Her hands slide up to your head and she pulls you back up into a kiss. You feel yourself moistening as she kisses you, her tongue so warm and soft.
You cannot tell if she is blushing or just drunk, but you slowly push her onto her back on the couch, your lips meeting hers.
"C- cold," she says to you softly, and then your tongue is in her mouth, tasting her. Her tongue meets yours, the warm flesh against the cold as you kiss. Your hands slide up and down her body and then under her t-shirt. She moves one hand down to stop you, but before she can you are pinching one nipple between your fingers and all she does in response is moan.
Her smell is intoxicating. She smells like life.
Your kisses trail down her lips to her neck, lapping gently at the skin. Her hands slide up to your head and she pulls you back up into a kiss. You feel yourself moistening as she kisses you, her tongue so warm and soft.
You grab at her shirt and begin to slide it up her body.
"No... please," she says softly, trying to pull her shirt back down. You continue to kiss her as you try again, slowly sliding her shirt further up her body, but she stops you again, pushing her shirt back down.
She whispers, "Please... I'm... drunk... stop."
You nibble softly at her neck without breaking the skin, your fangs staying retracted. "Pretty Yuki, don't you think I'm pretty too?" you ask her.
"Yes... yes... but this not right... sorry." She tries to push you away again.
"No... please," she says softly, trying to pull her shirt back down. You continue to kiss her as you try again, slowly sliding her shirt further up her body, but she stops you again, pushing her shirt back down.
She whispers, "Please... I'm... drunk... stop."
You nibble softly at her neck without breaking the skin, your fangs staying retracted. "Pretty Yuki, don't you think I'm pretty too?" you ask her.
"Yes... yes... but this not right... sorry." She tries to push you away again.
You grab her hands together with one hand, gripping them with your real strength. Her eyes widen as you grab her shirt and tear it off her in one swift movement.
You can see fear in her features now as she looks up at you, her chest heaving, her face red.
"What... what are you?" she asks, tears welling up in her eyes.
You lower your teeth to her nipples and begin to lick and bite gently. She cannot help but moan in response. She writhes beneath you, but she is weak and you are strong.
Your other hand moves down to her pants and you unbutton her jeans and begin sliding them down her legs.
"Stop," she whines to you, but she goes silent as you look her in the eyes. She lets you slide her jeans down and off, leaving her there in just a pair of small black panties. You slide those off too, exposing her moist pussy to the air.
"Don't fight me," you tell her, and she nods in fear.
You can see fear in her features now as she looks up at you, her chest heaving, her face red.
"What... what are you?" she asks, tears welling up in her eyes.
You lower your teeth to her nipples and begin to lick and bite gently. She cannot help but moan in response. She writhes beneath you, but she is weak and you are strong.
Your other hand moves down to her pants and you unbutton her jeans and begin sliding them down her legs.
"Stop," she whines to you, but she goes silent as you look her in the eyes. She lets you slide her jeans down and off, leaving her there in just a pair of small black panties. You slide those off too, exposing her moist pussy to the air.
"Don't fight me," you tell her, and she nods in fear.
You pull your shirt up and over your head, your breasts coming into view for the first time. They are small and beautiful, just as they were when you were first turned. Your nipples are hard and pink. You slide your own jeans down and off. You are not wearing any panties.
You smile at Yuki as you slide your body along hers, enjoying the warm feeling of her flesh against your cold body. You lick her ear, giving her a soft nibble, and she gasps in fear again.
You slide your body along hers until your pussy is just above her face. You grab her hair and pull her against you, pressing her lips against your wet hole.
"Lick, pretty girl. Make me feel pleasure," you tell her.
She begins to lick. She has no skill at it, but it still feels amazing, her warm tongue against you. You grunt as you press down against her face, your thighs wrapped around her head. You can feel her tongue lapping back and forth against your hole. Sam couldn't make you cum, but you know that Yuki can.
You hold onto her hair, mashing her against you as you ride her mouth. You push down against her. "That's the place," you tell her as she finds your clit. "Lick me there, my pretty young thing," you moan.
Suddenly you are cumming, your orgasm washing over your body in waves, your thighs tightening around her head. You have to hold yourself back to ensure you don't crush the life out of her. You let out an ear-piercing scream and then collapse down on Yuki.
She looks up at you, her lips wet and tears in her eyes.
You smile at Yuki as you slide your body along hers, enjoying the warm feeling of her flesh against your cold body. You lick her ear, giving her a soft nibble, and she gasps in fear again.
You slide your body along hers until your pussy is just above her face. You grab her hair and pull her against you, pressing her lips against your wet hole.
"Lick, pretty girl. Make me feel pleasure," you tell her.
She begins to lick. She has no skill at it, but it still feels amazing, her warm tongue against you. You grunt as you press down against her face, your thighs wrapped around her head. You can feel her tongue lapping back and forth against your hole. Sam couldn't make you cum, but you know that Yuki can.
You hold onto her hair, mashing her against you as you ride her mouth. You push down against her. "That's the place," you tell her as she finds your clit. "Lick me there, my pretty young thing," you moan.
Suddenly you are cumming, your orgasm washing over your body in waves, your thighs tightening around her head. You have to hold yourself back to ensure you don't crush the life out of her. You let out an ear-piercing scream and then collapse down on Yuki.
She looks up at you, her lips wet and tears in her eyes.
Your lips return to hers and you taste yourself on her. "Do you want me to return the favour?" you ask her softly.
She looks at you with fear still in her eyes. "Do you want me to pleasure you?" you ask her again.
There is still fear in her eyes, but you can see it is mixed with lust as well. And alcohol. "Y- yes," she says to you softly.
You smile and slide yourself between her legs. You lick her smooth inner thighs first, bringing your tongue ever closer to her pussy. You can smell the sweetness of her young hole.
You can hear her gasping as you move ever closer, and when your cold tongue hits her clit it's like a bolt of electricity going through her. She tries to sit up as your tongue goes to work, back and forth, up and down, licking and teasing. She moans loudly, her hands grasping for anything they can. They end up in your own, and then she is gripping you tightly as you lick her. Her fingers wrap around your own as your tongue swipes back and forth, back and forth, her sweet taste filling your mouth.
Suddenly she lets out scream of her own and begins to shake, her body lurching from side to side as she cums. When she finally stops you look up into her eyes. The fear is still there, but you see desire as well.
"Amazing," she says. "What are you?" she asks again.
You laugh.
She looks at you with fear still in her eyes. "Do you want me to pleasure you?" you ask her again.
There is still fear in her eyes, but you can see it is mixed with lust as well. And alcohol. "Y- yes," she says to you softly.
You smile and slide yourself between her legs. You lick her smooth inner thighs first, bringing your tongue ever closer to her pussy. You can smell the sweetness of her young hole.
You can hear her gasping as you move ever closer, and when your cold tongue hits her clit it's like a bolt of electricity going through her. She tries to sit up as your tongue goes to work, back and forth, up and down, licking and teasing. She moans loudly, her hands grasping for anything they can. They end up in your own, and then she is gripping you tightly as you lick her. Her fingers wrap around your own as your tongue swipes back and forth, back and forth, her sweet taste filling your mouth.
Suddenly she lets out scream of her own and begins to shake, her body lurching from side to side as she cums. When she finally stops you look up into her eyes. The fear is still there, but you see desire as well.
"Amazing," she says. "What are you?" she asks again.
You laugh.
"I'm just a girl like you. I'm just strong," you respond. She looks at you, questioning, but then your lips are on her again and the question disappears. Your kisses trail away and she shivers.
"I'm cold," she says to you. "Can I get a blanket for us?"
"I'm cold," she says to you. "Can I get a blanket for us?"
"No, I have to be leaving," you tell her.
She looks up at you. "Please... please don't leave now. Stay?"
"I can't stay here," you tell her angrily. People have windows. How could you ever stay somewhere with windows. You hate the summer.
"I come with you?" she asks. Now that she has felt you she can't resist you. She can feel your power.
She looks up at you. "Please... please don't leave now. Stay?"
"I can't stay here," you tell her angrily. People have windows. How could you ever stay somewhere with windows. You hate the summer.
"I come with you?" she asks. Now that she has felt you she can't resist you. She can feel your power.
"No, I live alone," you tell her. You see tears well up in her eyes. She shivers beneath your body. You kiss her again softly, once on each eyelid.
"I am not leaving you Yuki, but you cannot come home with me. I have good reasons for living alone." You look at the clock on the wall. It is nearly four in the morning. You despise the summer.
"Would you like to see me again tomorrow night, Yuki?" you ask her.
She nods her head. You grin and stand, gathering your clothes. As you dress you feel her hand soft against your back. You turn quickly. She is standing there looking at you innocently. She leans forward and kisses your neck. You give her one last kiss and then walk out the door.
You get in the elevator and go up to your floor and step into your apartment. You lean back against the door. Fool. She saw your strength and you let her go. But it's almost dawn.
"I am not leaving you Yuki, but you cannot come home with me. I have good reasons for living alone." You look at the clock on the wall. It is nearly four in the morning. You despise the summer.
"Would you like to see me again tomorrow night, Yuki?" you ask her.
She nods her head. You grin and stand, gathering your clothes. As you dress you feel her hand soft against your back. You turn quickly. She is standing there looking at you innocently. She leans forward and kisses your neck. You give her one last kiss and then walk out the door.
You get in the elevator and go up to your floor and step into your apartment. You lean back against the door. Fool. She saw your strength and you let her go. But it's almost dawn.
You step into your room and bar the door and then send a text. "Tell no one of me."
She does not respond. She is probably already passed out from the alcohol. You strip, then pull on a new bare white shift, lay back, and close your eyes.
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Your eyes open instantly. The room is dark.
You look over to see the alarm clock says it is ten. You grab your phone. There is a text from Yuki. "I wont say to neone. Talk tmrw."
And then another. "Around?"
And another. "You awake?"
And then they stop. You shake your head. How do humans fall in love so easily with vampires?
She does not respond. She is probably already passed out from the alcohol. You strip, then pull on a new bare white shift, lay back, and close your eyes.
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Your eyes open instantly. The room is dark.
You look over to see the alarm clock says it is ten. You grab your phone. There is a text from Yuki. "I wont say to neone. Talk tmrw."
And then another. "Around?"
And another. "You awake?"
And then they stop. You shake your head. How do humans fall in love so easily with vampires?
You unbar the door, then step out of your room, grab Sam's phone from the counter and sit down on the couch and flip on the tv.
You turn to the all news channel. The news is all about the downgrade. Nothing yet about a missing young man. As there shouldn't be; it has only been a day, and he is a young man after all.
You check his phone. 17 missed calls and six text messages. Sadly, Sam was a popular guy. Most of the calls are from "Work". Never a good idea to feed on a weeknight before people have to work the next day. Foolish of you.
You listen to the messages. First angry, then concerned, then more concern from people beyond work as no one can get a hold of him. Luckily no calls from the police yet. Hopefully no one has reported him formally missing, but there is no way to know.
You turn to the all news channel. The news is all about the downgrade. Nothing yet about a missing young man. As there shouldn't be; it has only been a day, and he is a young man after all.
You check his phone. 17 missed calls and six text messages. Sadly, Sam was a popular guy. Most of the calls are from "Work". Never a good idea to feed on a weeknight before people have to work the next day. Foolish of you.
You listen to the messages. First angry, then concerned, then more concern from people beyond work as no one can get a hold of him. Luckily no calls from the police yet. Hopefully no one has reported him formally missing, but there is no way to know.
You pull the battery out of Sam's phone and then put it back down.
You pick up your own phone and dial Yuki.
"Hello!" she says.
"Hello," you respond.
"I - I don't know your name," Yuki says to you. You laugh.
"Do you want to see me Yuki?" you ask her instead of responding.
"Of course... yes!"
You pick up your own phone and dial Yuki.
"Hello!" she says.
"Hello," you respond.
"I - I don't know your name," Yuki says to you. You laugh.
"Do you want to see me Yuki?" you ask her instead of responding.
"Of course... yes!"
"I can come down to your apartment now and say hello," you say to her.
"Okay... I'm here," she says to you. You hang up. You jump in the shower and then throw on jeans and a t-shirt. No point in getting all dressed up to see the girl.
You step out into the hallway and see no one is there. You get into the elevator and head down to the 20th floor. You walk over to unit 2001 and knock. Yuki opens the door, her face beaming as she sees you. She is wearing a red skirt and a dark black top.
"Hello," she says, smiling.
You smile and pull her tight against you in an embrace, inhaling deeply the smell of her life as you hold her. You kiss her softly on the lips, and she responds by kissing you back. You close the door behind you and step into her apartment.
"Do you want something to eat?" she asks you. You laugh. "I'm hungry, but no," you respond.
"Who are you?" she asks you.
"Okay... I'm here," she says to you. You hang up. You jump in the shower and then throw on jeans and a t-shirt. No point in getting all dressed up to see the girl.
You step out into the hallway and see no one is there. You get into the elevator and head down to the 20th floor. You walk over to unit 2001 and knock. Yuki opens the door, her face beaming as she sees you. She is wearing a red skirt and a dark black top.
"Hello," she says, smiling.
You smile and pull her tight against you in an embrace, inhaling deeply the smell of her life as you hold her. You kiss her softly on the lips, and she responds by kissing you back. You close the door behind you and step into her apartment.
"Do you want something to eat?" she asks you. You laugh. "I'm hungry, but no," you respond.
"Who are you?" she asks you.
You kiss her again, covering her lips before she can speak. When you stop, she is breathless, her face red with passion.
You grab her by the hand and pull her into her room at the end of the hall. She giggles as you throw her down onto the bed and slide your body up alongside hers.
You kiss her neck, feeling the pulse of her vein. You move your lips to hers, feeling the warmth again. You can barely resist a bite as you lick again at her neck, feeling the urge to feed.
She whispers in your ear, "You can bite me - if... if you want... I know why you are here. I know the stories... what you are... you are so cold."
You kiss her neck, feeling the pulse of her vein. You move your lips to hers, feeling the warmth again. You can barely resist a bite as you lick again at her neck, feeling the urge to feed.
She whispers in your ear, "You can bite me - if... if you want... I know why you are here. I know the stories... what you are... you are so cold."
You look into her eyes and sigh softly to yourself. You smile at her as you lower your lips to her throat. You will drink from her, but you will not stop.
You open your mouth and bite, your teeth sinking into the sweet flesh. Her blood is strong and feels pure as you suck it down. She moans in pain as you begin to leech from her, her hands sliding down your back.
You feel the life draining out of her, but she does not fight. She is willing as she lets you feed. As you feel her pulse begin to slow, you hear gentle words from her lips, "I love you." And then she is silent.
You look down at her, blood pouring from her neck onto her bed, the pool of red contrasting with her light skin. You feel a tear in your eye.
You open your mouth and bite, your teeth sinking into the sweet flesh. Her blood is strong and feels pure as you suck it down. She moans in pain as you begin to leech from her, her hands sliding down your back.
You feel the life draining out of her, but she does not fight. She is willing as she lets you feed. As you feel her pulse begin to slow, you hear gentle words from her lips, "I love you." And then she is silent.
You look down at her, blood pouring from her neck onto her bed, the pool of red contrasting with her light skin. You feel a tear in your eye.
You watch as the life drains out of her and you think back to when you were turned and the mistress, now gone, who took pity on you and your love.
It is foolish to turn one with no knowledge. It is foolish to turn one because of lust. But it is also foolish to kill without regard for the consequences. You open your wrist and let blood pour from the wound. You place your wrist over her lips and watch as the blood drips into her mouth.
Her mouth responds, opening wide, and then latching onto you. She is ravenous with desire. It is life coming back to her. But not true life. She will never be warm again.
Once sated, she falls back again to the bed, asleep. She will not wake for at least one day, but you cannot leave her here. You are so weak now. Fool. A fool for a young girl, taking risks when you must move soon.
It is foolish to turn one with no knowledge. It is foolish to turn one because of lust. But it is also foolish to kill without regard for the consequences. You open your wrist and let blood pour from the wound. You place your wrist over her lips and watch as the blood drips into her mouth.
Her mouth responds, opening wide, and then latching onto you. She is ravenous with desire. It is life coming back to her. But not true life. She will never be warm again.
Once sated, she falls back again to the bed, asleep. She will not wake for at least one day, but you cannot leave her here. You are so weak now. Fool. A fool for a young girl, taking risks when you must move soon.
You carry her to her shower and put her gently down. You pull her out of her clothes and then turn on the water, letting it run over both of you, hot and cleansing. The wound in her neck has already healed, the blood working quickly. But you are weak from the turning.
Once you are both clean you dress her again, this time in just jeans and a t-shirt. You grab a pair of her jeans and a t-shirt as well. Yours are covered in blood. You grab the dirty clothes and the sheets from the bed and shove them in a garbage bag.
You hoist Yuki over your shoulder and then look out into the hallway. It is empty. You hit the up button on the elevator and then put Yuki down beside you, holding her body up.
The door opens and there is a man standing there. He looks at you and looks at her and then grins. You smile at him. "Drunk," you say to him, and he laughs as you pull her onto the elevator. You hit the button to the thirtieth floor. He is going to the 28th.
"She threw up all over herself," you say to him, motioning to the garbage bag. He laughs.
"Did you see the posters for the missing guy yet?" he asks you.
You look at him and shrug. He gets off the elevator at his floor. No one is around your hallway, so you pull Yuki into your house and then lay her down in the bed. Fool to turn one so young and with no knowledge. And for what? Pity is not a feeling worthy of your kind.
Once you are both clean you dress her again, this time in just jeans and a t-shirt. You grab a pair of her jeans and a t-shirt as well. Yours are covered in blood. You grab the dirty clothes and the sheets from the bed and shove them in a garbage bag.
You hoist Yuki over your shoulder and then look out into the hallway. It is empty. You hit the up button on the elevator and then put Yuki down beside you, holding her body up.
The door opens and there is a man standing there. He looks at you and looks at her and then grins. You smile at him. "Drunk," you say to him, and he laughs as you pull her onto the elevator. You hit the button to the thirtieth floor. He is going to the 28th.
"She threw up all over herself," you say to him, motioning to the garbage bag. He laughs.
"Did you see the posters for the missing guy yet?" he asks you.
You look at him and shrug. He gets off the elevator at his floor. No one is around your hallway, so you pull Yuki into your house and then lay her down in the bed. Fool to turn one so young and with no knowledge. And for what? Pity is not a feeling worthy of your kind.
The hallway is empty, as always. You get back in the elevator and head down to the lobby. No one else gets on before you reach the ground floor. You step into the lobby and look around, seeing a number of fresh posters on the wall.
MISSING
SAMUEL KINGSBURY
There is a photo of him included. He is smiling in the photo. His family is fast, it seems. You were seen last night at the bar with him, and you have frequented the bar for almost six months now. It is only a matter of time before they find you, but now you have Yuki.
MISSING
SAMUEL KINGSBURY
There is a photo of him included. He is smiling in the photo. His family is fast, it seems. You were seen last night at the bar with him, and you have frequented the bar for almost six months now. It is only a matter of time before they find you, but now you have Yuki.
You turn and hit the button to call the elevator. You feel so weak. The door to the elevator opens and you see Tony standing there with his greasy hair and greasy smile.
You step into the elevator beside you. You do not feel like arguing with him tonight.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you here tonight. How's it going?" he asks you.
"I'm not in the mood tonight, Tony." He has already hit the button for his floor, which is lucky. He even smells greasy. But you are so hungry.
"Did you see that poor guy Sam went missing? He was a real nice guy," Tony says to you. You almost snarl at him you are so disgusted. But you are so damn hungry.
The door opens to his floor and he smiles at you.
You step into the elevator beside you. You do not feel like arguing with him tonight.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you here tonight. How's it going?" he asks you.
"I'm not in the mood tonight, Tony." He has already hit the button for his floor, which is lucky. He even smells greasy. But you are so hungry.
"Did you see that poor guy Sam went missing? He was a real nice guy," Tony says to you. You almost snarl at him you are so disgusted. But you are so damn hungry.
The door opens to his floor and he smiles at you.
"Do you want to have a drink now, Tony?" His eyes widen in shock. It's me who will have the drink, you greasy fucking wop.
"Yeah... yeah, that would be cool," he tries to remain calm. He looks down at his wedding ring and turns a little red, but he stands there as the door closes on him. She'll call the police as soon as he doesn't come home, of course. Another one from this building. But you have no options. You cannot escape when you are so hungry.
The door opens onto your floor and he follows you out of the elevator, unsure of himself. Fools, the entire race of them.
You open the door to your apartment and motion him inside. He saunters over to your fridge and opens it. He turns to look at you. "Bit of a drinking problem, girl?"
You give him a look that would wither an oak. He will even taste greasy. You know it. He moves forward to kiss you.
"Yeah... yeah, that would be cool," he tries to remain calm. He looks down at his wedding ring and turns a little red, but he stands there as the door closes on him. She'll call the police as soon as he doesn't come home, of course. Another one from this building. But you have no options. You cannot escape when you are so hungry.
The door opens onto your floor and he follows you out of the elevator, unsure of himself. Fools, the entire race of them.
You open the door to your apartment and motion him inside. He saunters over to your fridge and opens it. He turns to look at you. "Bit of a drinking problem, girl?"
You give him a look that would wither an oak. He will even taste greasy. You know it. He moves forward to kiss you.
Even in your weakened state your are stronger than him. You grab him by the throat as he moves into kiss him and tear into him. He tries to scream but you have your hand wrapped so tight around his throat he cannot make a sound.
You suck from his neck. He tastes greasy, like a sow. You never liked Italians, even when you were human. But you suck from his blood as if you had been starving. He continues to try and throw you off as you bleed him, but his movements begin to slow. You smell piss pouring down his leg. Yuki had more courage than this fucking loser.
Once his blood cools you let him fall to the floor. You spit on him and wipe your face. You feel strong again. At least he was good for something in life; better than just cheating on his wife and fathering greasy little whelps.
Now you need to consider your escape.
You suck from his neck. He tastes greasy, like a sow. You never liked Italians, even when you were human. But you suck from his blood as if you had been starving. He continues to try and throw you off as you bleed him, but his movements begin to slow. You smell piss pouring down his leg. Yuki had more courage than this fucking loser.
Once his blood cools you let him fall to the floor. You spit on him and wipe your face. You feel strong again. At least he was good for something in life; better than just cheating on his wife and fathering greasy little whelps.
Now you need to consider your escape.
You pick up your phone and dial.
"Whistler Lodging Services," the man answers on the other side.
"Death comes to us all."
"And we are his servants."
Of course, the number would not have worked from an ordinary phone regardless, and the call was encrypted, but the old precautions are still useful too.
"Two. For tomorrow night. And there is risk of distress."
"Yes mistress," he responds.
It is only a two hour drive, but once there they will offer effective shelter and time to consider a more distant safehaven. Perhaps Japan.
There are still hours left in the night.
"Whistler Lodging Services," the man answers on the other side.
"Death comes to us all."
"And we are his servants."
Of course, the number would not have worked from an ordinary phone regardless, and the call was encrypted, but the old precautions are still useful too.
"Two. For tomorrow night. And there is risk of distress."
"Yes mistress," he responds.
It is only a two hour drive, but once there they will offer effective shelter and time to consider a more distant safehaven. Perhaps Japan.
There are still hours left in the night.
You leave Tony's body laying there on the floor and wash your face. You grab Tony's phone and wallet; they may be useful. You pull on a new shirt and then step back into the hallway. It is still empty, as always.
You hit the down button, get in the elevator, and then get off at Yuki's floor. Three kills in 24 hours. You are a fool to be so brazen.
You unlock Yuki's apartment and then step inside. You need to eliminate all trace of yourself, so you set to work scrubbing every inch of the place.
Tony's phone rings as it works. You see a picture of his wife. You don't answer, and it goes to voicemail. "Just wondering when you are getting home." It is past midnight now.
At 12:30 it rings again. "Honey, please pick up. I'm getting worried."
12:35. "I'm going to phone the police unless I hear from you soon!"
You hit the down button, get in the elevator, and then get off at Yuki's floor. Three kills in 24 hours. You are a fool to be so brazen.
You unlock Yuki's apartment and then step inside. You need to eliminate all trace of yourself, so you set to work scrubbing every inch of the place.
Tony's phone rings as it works. You see a picture of his wife. You don't answer, and it goes to voicemail. "Just wondering when you are getting home." It is past midnight now.
At 12:30 it rings again. "Honey, please pick up. I'm getting worried."
12:35. "I'm going to phone the police unless I hear from you soon!"
You pick up the phone on the next call. "Listen, bitch. Tony's not coming back to you, not ever, because he's with me now. Don't bother calling again, you stupid ugly cunt!" you shout into the phone.
You hear a gasp. "Where is Tony? Where is my Tony?" the woman screams.
"I'm fucking him now!" you shout again. You then hang up and take the battery out. You put the phone back into your pocket. She can call the police, but you doubt they will come now.
Yuki's apartment is sparking clean by this point.
You hear a gasp. "Where is Tony? Where is my Tony?" the woman screams.
"I'm fucking him now!" you shout again. You then hang up and take the battery out. You put the phone back into your pocket. She can call the police, but you doubt they will come now.
Yuki's apartment is sparking clean by this point.
With Yuki's apartment clean you head back upstairs in the elevator to get your supplies. It's really just the gold, the emergency sun-resistant tarps, and the weapons you need. Nothing else is required.
The hallway is empty both on the way in and the way out, so you put everything into your travelling pack and head back down to the parking garage. The pack looks light on your back, but if any human tried to lift it they would receive a lesson in the density of gold.
You arrive in the parking garage without incident and throw your pack into the back of your car. You get in and then drive to the nearest gas station at Burrard and Davie. Even in just jeans and a t-shirt there are a few catcalls as you stand there and fill your gas tank, but no one approaches you. They are lucky. You are not in the mood.
You then head home, park your car, and once again head for the elevator.
On your way up the elevator stops in the lobby. There are cops in the lobby. You see them talking to a woman who is screaming and crying. It must be Tony's wife. She called the cops anyways. And they actually came.
A man steps into the elevator beside you.
The hallway is empty both on the way in and the way out, so you put everything into your travelling pack and head back down to the parking garage. The pack looks light on your back, but if any human tried to lift it they would receive a lesson in the density of gold.
You arrive in the parking garage without incident and throw your pack into the back of your car. You get in and then drive to the nearest gas station at Burrard and Davie. Even in just jeans and a t-shirt there are a few catcalls as you stand there and fill your gas tank, but no one approaches you. They are lucky. You are not in the mood.
You then head home, park your car, and once again head for the elevator.
On your way up the elevator stops in the lobby. There are cops in the lobby. You see them talking to a woman who is screaming and crying. It must be Tony's wife. She called the cops anyways. And they actually came.
A man steps into the elevator beside you.
You remain silent. One of the cops looks over at you as the door closes, but they must not have reviewed the elevator tapes or spoken to the people at the bar down the street, because he does not seem to recognize you.
You push the button for the thirtieth floor. The man beside you pushes the button for the 18th. You do not look at him as you travel up in silence.
He gets off on his floor and you continue to yours. The hallway is empty as you enter the apartment. All of the evidence points to you. If they review the tapes you are screwed. If they talk to the people at the bar you are screwed.
You push the button for the thirtieth floor. The man beside you pushes the button for the 18th. You do not look at him as you travel up in silence.
He gets off on his floor and you continue to yours. The hallway is empty as you enter the apartment. All of the evidence points to you. If they review the tapes you are screwed. If they talk to the people at the bar you are screwed.
You head into your room. Yuki is laying there, sleeping silently, her hair splayed out on the white pillow. She looks so calm and beautiful. You pick her up, hoist her over your shoulder and put her down beside the door. There was no point in cleaning Yuki's apartment now. But you have to dispose of Tony's body in a way that does not suggest vampire. You grab your butcher's knife and cut off his head, being sure to mangle the bite wounds. You leave him lying there. Greasy fucker.
You open the door to the hallway and step out, Yuki over your shoulder.
The hallway is not empty. A man stands there, watching you. He is tall, with dark grey hair, wearing a suit.
"Leaving so soon?" he asks.
"Who are you?" you respond.
"I've been watching you. I took this suite beside you so I could observe. You have been very interesting."
"Who are you old man?"
"I am one who follows your kind. Not to harm you, but out of interest... and you are less prudent than most, and so much easier to observe."
A fool to challenge you.
You open the door to the hallway and step out, Yuki over your shoulder.
The hallway is not empty. A man stands there, watching you. He is tall, with dark grey hair, wearing a suit.
"Leaving so soon?" he asks.
"Who are you?" you respond.
"I've been watching you. I took this suite beside you so I could observe. You have been very interesting."
"Who are you old man?"
"I am one who follows your kind. Not to harm you, but out of interest... and you are less prudent than most, and so much easier to observe."
A fool to challenge you.
"And so what do you have to say to me, old man?" you ask him.
"I mean you no harm, but I would like the girl. I have always wanted one of my own. This is the first change I've had for it."
Fool. How could you have been such a fool?
"And why should I give her up to you?"
"I'm not a fool, and I'm rather cautious. Guards now surround your vehicle. And me... while beneath this outfit you see I'm wearing silver."
"I mean you no harm, but I would like the girl. I have always wanted one of my own. This is the first change I've had for it."
Fool. How could you have been such a fool?
"And why should I give her up to you?"
"I'm not a fool, and I'm rather cautious. Guards now surround your vehicle. And me... while beneath this outfit you see I'm wearing silver."
You turn from him and smash back through the door of your apartment. You run for the sliding glass doors, barrel through them, and then leap from the balcony, with Yuki over your shoulder.
The cool air is sweet against your skin. You almost feel as if you are flying. Soaring through the sky with Yuki on your back.
You land on the sidewalk with a crash in front of the building, but you are strong, and your legs absorb the impact. People in the street look at you in amazement, wondering where you suddenly appeared from, and with a girl over your shoulder.
The cool air is sweet against your skin. You almost feel as if you are flying. Soaring through the sky with Yuki on your back.
You land on the sidewalk with a crash in front of the building, but you are strong, and your legs absorb the impact. People in the street look at you in amazement, wondering where you suddenly appeared from, and with a girl over your shoulder.
You run into the street, and a car comes to a stop inches from you, the man inside banging on the horn. You step around the side of the car, pull open the door, and throw him from it unceremoniously, tearing the belt off in the process.
You throw Yuki in the passenger seat and then jump inside. You hit the gas just as a man appears from inside the building, running towards you and shouting.
You hear gunfire and hear bullets striking the side of the vehicle as you drive. You are driving a Mercedes. You are lucky people in Vancouver are rich. Gunfire will have drawn the police to the building, you are sure, but it was not cops shooting at you.
You throw Yuki in the passenger seat and then jump inside. You hit the gas just as a man appears from inside the building, running towards you and shouting.
You hear gunfire and hear bullets striking the side of the vehicle as you drive. You are driving a Mercedes. You are lucky people in Vancouver are rich. Gunfire will have drawn the police to the building, you are sure, but it was not cops shooting at you.
You immediately head west in the car, hoping that no one is following. You look in your rearview mirror and you do not see anyone tailing you.
You head over the Lions Gate bridge and then begin the drive north on the Sea to Sky Highway. Whoever has the resources to track a vampire to their lair must have the resources to track a car speeding down the road. You cannot risk them tracking you to the safehouse in Whistler. That would bring them down on other vampires as well. Fool. You are being punished for your recklessness. You know it.
You head over the Lions Gate bridge and then begin the drive north on the Sea to Sky Highway. Whoever has the resources to track a vampire to their lair must have the resources to track a car speeding down the road. You cannot risk them tracking you to the safehouse in Whistler. That would bring them down on other vampires as well. Fool. You are being punished for your recklessness. You know it.
You arrive in Squamish and pull off at the Chevron at the side of the road. Yuki is still asleep. You know she will not wake until tomorrow night unless the sunlight comes to claim her. She will wake then, but only in fire.
You leave her in the car. She will be your bait. You have no weapons, but you are strong. You could be stronger through. The gas station is still open, even this late at night, and there is an attendant on duty. You could gain more strength from consuming him before your pursuers are upon you.
You leave her in the car. She will be your bait. You have no weapons, but you are strong. You could be stronger through. The gas station is still open, even this late at night, and there is an attendant on duty. You could gain more strength from consuming him before your pursuers are upon you.
You walk into the gas station and look the attendant directly in the eye. He smiles at you. You do not return the smile. He is a young man, maybe 18. He will give his life for your strength. You reach over the counter and grab him then pull him to you. He tries to scream, but you tear his throat apart with one bite. Blood sprays in your face and eyes, but you revel in it. You bathe in it. You swallow it down, latching onto the artery and sucking it. You suck until the blood runs cold.
You are covered in blood. You hit the Authorize button on the cash register and then walk outside, pull the hoses free, and then turn on the gas, letting it spill out onto the road. You turn one hose on the convenience store itself. Burn the evidence.
You pull the car away from the gas station, leaving Yuki inside, and then wait. You grab a pack of matches from inside and then stand there, waiting for the arrival of your enemies.
Within a few minutes, two cars pull up, both black sedans. A few seconds later another car follows. It is yours. Foolish thieves. You stand in the entrance to the gas station and watch as the men get out of their cars cautiously. They look over at the vehicle with Yuki in it and then over at you. The old man is with them.
You are covered in blood. You hit the Authorize button on the cash register and then walk outside, pull the hoses free, and then turn on the gas, letting it spill out onto the road. You turn one hose on the convenience store itself. Burn the evidence.
You pull the car away from the gas station, leaving Yuki inside, and then wait. You grab a pack of matches from inside and then stand there, waiting for the arrival of your enemies.
Within a few minutes, two cars pull up, both black sedans. A few seconds later another car follows. It is yours. Foolish thieves. You stand in the entrance to the gas station and watch as the men get out of their cars cautiously. They look over at the vehicle with Yuki in it and then over at you. The old man is with them.
"Come get me old man. I will kill you all," you call to him. He signals to his men with his hand, and they raise weapons. They are not fools. They will have silver bullets. They fire, but you dive back behind cover in the store, the bullets tearing into the building.
You hear footsteps as they rush towards the building after you. In an instant, you are out the back door of the building, but as you go you drop a match.
You hear screams from inside as the building catches alight, but you do not wait. You are around the front of the building in an instant, and then in among them. You are too close for their rifles, and too many of them are burning. And you are strong. First one neck cracks, and then another. You throw another man into the flames. You are covered in blood and powerful.
You feel a man behind you and you turn in time to avoid a stake, and then thrust you hand through the man's throat and out the other side. You swing the man on your hand into the other one beside him, sending them tumbling down together.
Three remaining men surround you, drawing stakes and throwing down their rifles. You see the old man run for the car with Yuki.
You hear footsteps as they rush towards the building after you. In an instant, you are out the back door of the building, but as you go you drop a match.
You hear screams from inside as the building catches alight, but you do not wait. You are around the front of the building in an instant, and then in among them. You are too close for their rifles, and too many of them are burning. And you are strong. First one neck cracks, and then another. You throw another man into the flames. You are covered in blood and powerful.
You feel a man behind you and you turn in time to avoid a stake, and then thrust you hand through the man's throat and out the other side. You swing the man on your hand into the other one beside him, sending them tumbling down together.
Three remaining men surround you, drawing stakes and throwing down their rifles. You see the old man run for the car with Yuki.
You leap high into the air, well above the guards, and land behind the old man. He turns, a stake in his hand. Not as cautious as he should have been. And soon dead. You lunge towards him but he dances back with surprising agility.
"Stop!" he shouts, both to you and the men behind him.
"Let it be," he says to you. "We need not finish this fight. If you let me go now I will tell my employers you escaped. We do not need to see the end of this."
You look at him and snarl. Blood pours from your lips. You watch the stake shifting between his hands. He moves with surprising speed. And there are three behind you. You do not know the outcome of this fight.
"Stop!" he shouts, both to you and the men behind him.
"Let it be," he says to you. "We need not finish this fight. If you let me go now I will tell my employers you escaped. We do not need to see the end of this."
You look at him and snarl. Blood pours from your lips. You watch the stake shifting between his hands. He moves with surprising speed. And there are three behind you. You do not know the outcome of this fight.
You spin around behind him, placing him between the rifles of his people and yourself, and then smile. "It is done then, old man. You may go."
He bows to you gracefully, and then steps back. "Wait. Have them throw their rifles into the fire," you say to him. He smiles and nods. The man throw their rifles into the fire. A thick column of smoke is billowing into the air, and you hear sirens.
The man edges back to the two cars they first arrived in, leaving your own. "I left the gold," he says. "I didn't expect such a reversal."
"You were good to leave the gold. Otherwise I would chase you into hell, old man."
He laughs as he gets back into his car. They turn and drive back south.
You grab Yuki from the stolen Mercedes and carry her back into your BMW. You throw her inside and head north.
Two hours till sunlight. You hate summer. But only one hour of driving remaining to get to their new, temporary home.
He bows to you gracefully, and then steps back. "Wait. Have them throw their rifles into the fire," you say to him. He smiles and nods. The man throw their rifles into the fire. A thick column of smoke is billowing into the air, and you hear sirens.
The man edges back to the two cars they first arrived in, leaving your own. "I left the gold," he says. "I didn't expect such a reversal."
"You were good to leave the gold. Otherwise I would chase you into hell, old man."
He laughs as he gets back into his car. They turn and drive back south.
You grab Yuki from the stolen Mercedes and carry her back into your BMW. You throw her inside and head north.
Two hours till sunlight. You hate summer. But only one hour of driving remaining to get to their new, temporary home.
You drive north to the safehouse. You have arrived a day early, but that is not a problem. Your gold is still good.
You pull up to the entrance of the hotel and immediately men descend upon your vehicle to offer assistance. They appear unarmed to the untrained eye, but they all wear long coats. There for your protection.
"Mistress," calls out a man as he approaches your car. "We did not expect you for another day. I am hoping there were no... troubles on the road?"
"None. And it is not for your kind to know." You almost spit the words at him. "You will find sufficient gold in the vehicle. Take the rest of my supplies to my room after me. I have little time remaining."
"Of course mistress."
Your room is luxurious. As it should be. You will need to speak to the others soon. There will be reports of what occurred. But for now you lay Yuki down in your room together and lay down beside her.
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You awaken. It is dark. You look over at the alarm clock in the room and it says 10pm. Music is playing. "Don't Fear the Reaper." You leave it on.
Yuki awakens beside you, her eyes shooting open. She looks at you.
"Where am I?"
You grin. "The more appropriate question, my dear, is what are you."
Her eyes widen.
You smile again, baring your teeth. "And the answer to that is that you are mine."
You pull up to the entrance of the hotel and immediately men descend upon your vehicle to offer assistance. They appear unarmed to the untrained eye, but they all wear long coats. There for your protection.
"Mistress," calls out a man as he approaches your car. "We did not expect you for another day. I am hoping there were no... troubles on the road?"
"None. And it is not for your kind to know." You almost spit the words at him. "You will find sufficient gold in the vehicle. Take the rest of my supplies to my room after me. I have little time remaining."
"Of course mistress."
Your room is luxurious. As it should be. You will need to speak to the others soon. There will be reports of what occurred. But for now you lay Yuki down in your room together and lay down beside her.
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You awaken. It is dark. You look over at the alarm clock in the room and it says 10pm. Music is playing. "Don't Fear the Reaper." You leave it on.
Yuki awakens beside you, her eyes shooting open. She looks at you.
"Where am I?"
You grin. "The more appropriate question, my dear, is what are you."
Her eyes widen.
You smile again, baring your teeth. "And the answer to that is that you are mine."
The End (or to be continued)
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