Urban Vampire II; Creature of the Night

  URBAN VAMPIRE II

  CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

  by

  PEPPER PACE

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  Urban Vampire; The Turning

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  My name is Kim Russell and I’m a Vampire. One day I woke up and I was dead; no Vampire instincts, no memories—NADA! Just some pointy teeth that I could barely control, super natural powers…and a lust for blood. And I do mean lust. It turns out that I was turned by a Rogue second generation Vampire which left me with some strange side effects: First, whenever I feed it ignites a powerful erotic passion that I’ve only just recently been able to control. Even still, no matter how much control I exhibit there is always some residue of sexual tension, which means that I have to choose my donors carefully. Second, as I mentioned before, I have no Vampire memories. My boyfriend, Tony forgets this when he starts talking about Vampire hierarchy and I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about.

  Tony is the sexiest chocolate Vampire that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And if it weren’t for him satisfying my every lustful urge I would have been driven crazy with my desires. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a nympho. But that brings me around to the third side effect: I happen to be part succubae.

  This is how it works; at the time of death when the Vampire drains his victim, he forces his own contaminated blood into her. Once the soul leaves the body her body is an empty vessel and in most cases becomes the host for…whatever it is that animates the Undead. Some believe that its demons but we now understand that there are many entities living in the spirit world, not just Demons.

  Then consider the first humans that asked the spirit world for ever-lasting life and the blood sacrifice that had to be made in exchange for this. Evidently there are as many variations within Vampire-dom as there are within the races of man. My Vampire is more succubus and therefore in exchange for the blood that I need to survive my bite creates a definite sexual side effect.

  And while that isn’t all together unheard of, my other ability is. I’m told that I can wake during the day. Of all the thousands of Vampires all over the world only less than 100 can wake during the day. It’s extremely rare…and only three people know that I can; my husband, my secretary, and my assistant. My boyfriend doesn’t even know.

  Yes, I’m married and I have a boyfriend and they are two different people. Alexis and I haven’t seen each other in over a year. He kinda dumped me…he’s a scary Elder Vampire that everybody is terrified of. I didn’t have sense enough to be afraid of him and that caught his attention.

  But where Alexis is cold, Tony is warm. Still…it’s hard to put Alexis completely out of my mind. We bound ourselves together by draining each other simultaneously and ingesting the others blood. It was wonderful! He was in me and I was in him…or so I thought. But when I was hurt and calling him, he never came even though he heard me. He never so much as answered me.

  I clenched my teeth and forced myself to stop this torture. Already I had very little time to myself and I would be damned if I’d spend any of it thinking about Alexis.

  I felt a prickling at the nape of my neck and knew that Tony was coming. I don’t know how he did it but he materialized kneeling next to the chaise where I was sitting. His lips brushed my neck and I shivered.

  “Hi Baby.” I enjoyed the feel of his lips on my flesh. Every since I’d been burned as punishment by the Council my new skin is extremely sensitive and delicate. Seldom do I ever allow it to be exposed. Whenever I’m around others I wear long sleeves and long pants or skirts. I even wear gloves and black out sunglasses because there are still scars and my eyes have not completely healed. Even the smallest light hurts me at times. I will heal completely, but it may take many many years.

  At the moment I was wearing a satin robe and sitting on the chaise by my fire place. I was in my favorite room; my bedroom. There were no lights except for the flickering of the flames so I had no need for my sunglasses.

  I felt his fingers slip into my robe to trace the line of my breast. I shivered. He knew how much touch meant to me with my human memories and how much my skin was now sensitized to the slightest touch.

  He brought his lips to mine. “Kim…” he murmured into my mouth and it made me shiver even more. His fingertips ran across my nipple so lightly that it was just the whisper of a feather’s touch and I gasped. My hand came up to cup his head and we kissed even more passionately.

  Tony slipped the robe off my shoulders and he kissed down my neck. His tongue traced a particularly long scar. It was the most sensitive thing on my body and whenever he did that it almost always made me climax. We joked that when the scars completely healed we’d just keep reopening that one. That’s why I was so in love with Tony. He knew that the scars were apart of me and loved them, kissed them, used his tongue on them to bring me to ecstasy.

  I gripped his head and sucked in a breath. “Tony!” I screeched as his tongue left a warm, wet trail against the raised flesh of the scar. His tongue then circled my nipple causing it to tighten into a hard bead. Faster then I could see he sunk his teeth into the skin circling my nipple.

  My back arched. We’d never done that one before. Tony watched me to make sure that he wasn’t hurting me. When the blood began to flow he suckled at my breast, drawing in blood as if it was sweet milk.

  That did it. The fluttering between my thighs turned into an all out pounding. I climaxed shuddering as Tony watched me, drinking from my breast, drawing the fluid from my nipple in gentle yet insistent pulls.

  After I stopped panting he sealed the wound with his tongue…and that brought another jolt of pleasure! He then released the swollen nub.

  “You are so easy,” he smiled.

  I rolled my eyes and grinned sheepishly. “I know…you don’t have to do any work to make me come. A few minutes of kissing, some licking and I’m like butter.”

  He kissed me again and then relaxed beside me on the chaise. “How are your eyes, baby?”

  “Fine as long as I don’t look directly into the fire.”

  “Did you feed today?” I sighed. Everybody was always reminding me to feed. I needed to do it more often since I was still healing…but I didn’t want blood everyday. Sure it was great while it was sliding down my throat, but otherwise it had little appeal. Still I knew how important it was for me to feed and to do it often.

  “Tyler’s on a job. She’ll visit me when it’s complete.”

  Tony raised a brow. He never stayed around when Tyler was on the premises. She was my Angel of Death. She’s human but there wasn’t a Vampire around that she didn’t give the willies to. You see Tyler had turned herself into a religious vessel. This meant that any Vampire that so much as touched her would burn just as if he’d touched a religious item. She’d gotten the idea from me. I had burned two crucifixes into my wrist to brand anyone that attacked me. For a Vampire to be branded by a crucifix was an instant death sentence…except for me. Religious items have no effect on me.

  Seeing me brand myself and become completely untouchable by other Vampires made her desire the same effect so she
covered her back and arms with tattoos and brands of every type of religious artifact imaginable; be it Christian, Hindu, etc. etc. etc. She has a full body suit and if Tyler touches the average Vampire skin to skin they will die—no ifs, ands or buts about it.

  She loved the power. When we had first met she was just a little waif of a woman; thin and quiet. She had been abused by her Master who I killed.

  Turns out that if you kill a Vampire in a fair fight all of his property reverts to you; his house (now mine), his blood donors and because Johan had been a Council member, his seat on the Vampire Council. I’d gone from a lowly Third Generation that was illegally turned by a rogue and set to be put to death, only to become a Master Vampire and a Council member all in one fell swoop! And you want to know how I did it? Well I was just holding a broken piece of wood in my hands with my eyes squeezed tightly closed when the fool fell on it. But we don’t talk about that…

  Now, a year later, Tyler was transformed. Gone were the revealing dresses that Johan had forced her to wear. She had worked out until her tall slim body was taut with wiry muscles. Her black, emo hair was still kept short in a boy cut and she mainly wore t-shirts and black leather pants.

  She looked like a biker chick gone Goth, especially when she tooled around on her motorcycle. I don’t know much about bikes but Tyler rode an old school bike that I hear is supposed to be pretty uncomfortable. Women seldom chose the bike because it left you wide open. The driver has to sit with his legs splayed out in front of him and he has to reach for the handlebars. But Tyler loves it. If you were a Vampire that had fucked up, you didn’t want to hear her motor cycle coming!

  As thin as she was, she was my primary donor…well since Paul had left. I kept my mind carefully blank on that subject. Tyler’s metabolism was seriously screwed up. As thin as she was it was surprising that she could give me blood often; and a lot of it. And because of her metabolism her body wanted the rush that my bite brought much more often then my other blood donors. It was perfect because my bite was helping her to become super human; faster, stronger, healthier than the average woman would ever be on her own.

  “Don’t forget there’s a Council meeting at 3:00 am.” Tony said carefully. I didn’t respond. If I could burn down the Council house I would. I hated that place! My blood still ran cold whenever I entered it…and it’s been a year since I was punished by being wrapped in silver. I hadn’t done anything wrong, but the Vampire that had turned me was to be put to death for an unauthorized turning.

  How could I allow that when he’d done it to save me? So, I found a way to save him, in turn. It required me to take his punishment. His punishment had been to be placed in the sun. But since sun wouldn’t kill me and the Elder Council didn’t want it broadcast to other Vampires that some could withstand the sun while most couldn’t, they gave me a different punishment…something much worse.

  To prevent me from dying Alexis (my estranged husband) bound us with bites. It caused him to be in me which saved my un-life since metal could not kill him. What he didn’t tell me is that the punishment would leave me horribly scarred. And as I said before, when I awoke from the wonderful dream world that he had sent us for the first month after the punishment, I awoke to a world where I had no fingers, toes, skin, eyelids and barely any eyes…and a pain that still sends me into a panic when I think about it hard enough.

  If it hadn’t been for Tony feeding me and keeping me in a hypnotic coma I probably would have staked myself.

  Anyway, since then it’s difficult for me to go to the Council house. On top of that, I don’t like the other members and I especially dislike one; Kaniji, Tony’s ex-lover and the one that created him. I really hated her and the feeling was intensely mutual.

  The Council generally met once a week and the Elder that replaced Alexis reports back to the Elder Council and that’s pretty much how the Vampire Nation runs smoothly.

  Tony gave me a reassuring peck on my cheek and made stand. “I need to keep some appointments before the meeting.”

  I tugged his hand and made a kissing motion with my lips. He leaned down to kiss my lips and I slipped my hands into his pants.

  He paused. “What are you doing?” I unzipped him and continued to kiss him. He chuckled. I slipped his pants down over his muscular ass. He was wearing black boxer briefs and the sight of him in his underwear always made me pant (that’s right-even though I don’t need to breathe I can still pant!)

  “Too many quickies. I need to feel you inside me.” I whispered against his lips.

  “Tyler will be here…” But he was cupping my breast again and growing erect.

  I stoked him through his underwear as his tongue entered my mouth. I sucked at it and teased his erection with my nails. He shivered. He was still leaning over me and I rose up to my knees to meet him. This time I lost the robe completely.

  I felt his hands go up to that pesky scar of mine and I stopped him. I wasn’t taking any chances that he’d bring me too soon. Like I said, I wanted to feel him in me.

  Gently I pushed him onto his back and removed his rock hard cock from his underwear and then leaned down in order to run my tongue around it. Yes…technically being in my mouth was being inside of me…

  We played for a few moments but when I felt his muscles tighten I pulled him into my mouth. Thank God I don’t need to breathe because Tony is huge! I joke that I need to unhinge my jaw to accommodate him.

  After months of trial and error I’ve learned to deep throat him (I also learned the embarrassing way that Vampires still have gag reflexes).

  He gripped my head non-too-gently. “Damn…Baby, how do you do that so good?! He carefully flexed his pelvis rhythmically against me. I knew it took a lot of control for him not to pump wildly into my mouth. I think it made him come even harder because he had to be so careful not to hurt me.

  He threw his head back and growled like something you’d never heard this side of earth. It was a sound that belonged completely in the spirit world.

  I nipped the large vein on the underside of his shaft; just enough to bring a few drops of blood. Then I sucked all the harder!

  I felt him spasm. His muscles expanded and I thought he was going to explode through his very skin! It was taking everything he had not to thrust wildly into my mouth. I loved him even more for his gentleness.

  “KIM!” He cried out. I continued to suck until he was deflated and only then did I allow him to slip from my lips. After a few last shudders he fell back onto the chaise in exhaustion. His eyes were half closed as he watched me. “How the hell do you do that?”

  I smiled. “Just aiming to please.”

  ***

  Tony cleaned up and left shortly after. Since I was going to a Council meeting I showered again. Vampires were notorious for smelling sex on you and then telling you about it. I dressed in red. The Council had no sense of style so I liked to show them a thing or two. I had a red, sleeveless turtle neck and red pants that were super tight over my ass and thighs but then flared out gradually at the knees until it showed just the tip of a red snake skin shoe. A red duster completed the ensemble. I wore a gold watch encrusted with rubies and two of my favorite rings.

  Of course I had my crucifix on, hidden beneath my shirt. Call me cautious but I wasn’t going into the Council house without a weapon.

  I donned black framed glasses that had red lenses. They were so dark that I don’t think a human would have been able to see out of them.

  “Ooooh, Girl. You look good!” Karen said as I walked out of the bedroom. Karen was one of my human donors. She had been my predecessor’s Foreign Affairs Coordinator. She spoke a number of languages and handled any over seas dealings. Karen is an ebony brown sister with long natural hair. She’s short, or maybe petit is a better description. Karen doesn’t look a day over twenty-two but she’s in her late forties. Staying young is a definite perk to donating your blood.

  I sashayed and did a run way model walk until we all cracked up. Monica was there. She’s my s
ecretary. She informed me that Mara and Kat were completing another safe house. No sooner did we have one completed then it filled up.

  Originally the safe houses were meant to be protection from Vampires that forced their human prostitutes into slavery. But now it was for any human that needed to get away from any abusive Vampire. So we actually had plenty of men in our safe houses. Tyler had actually honed her killing skills by policing them.

  “Got a new tat.” Tyler said while slipping off her jacket and hanging it on a peg by the door.

  “Girl, where do you have room for another one?” Karen asked.

  Tyler lifted her shirt to expose her six pack. All of us ladies went Wow and we hadn’t even seen the tat yet. She had really honed her muscles! I had gained a preternatural beauty by becoming a Vampire, but her muscles had me beat!

  She showed us her back and then I saw a venus fly trap over her kidney. A vine snaked its way over her side to creep across her tummy. It was really cool. I wanted a tattoo but my skin was too new and fragile. And besides it would eventually heal and disappear.

  After we oohed and aaahed over it she lowered her shirt and gestured for me to follow her into the living room.

  I followed her curious. We hardly ever go into the living room and I knew she wasn’t shy about feeding in front of the others. The living room was nice, but it was more of a receiving room then anything else. Whenever we had to meet with our minion they waited in this room. I know, as archaic as it sounds I’m Master and my subjects are minion.

  The room was decorated in a lot of bold colors. Kat, my interior designer took my vision and made it work.

  “What’s up?” I asked while sitting in a comfy wing chair sheathed in African print fabric.

  She sat down on the love seat and sighed. “I met someone.”

  “Really? Who is she?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Will you stop it! I’m not gay!” But she was hiding a smile. I chuckled.