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Beginning in ancient history, layers of myths have been wrapped around the truth about my kind; darkest mysteries and unspeakable horrors have been whispered in the darkness of the night until nobody living was able to discern truth from lie, and now only the mention of our name brings fear and nightmares. It is that fear that cloaks the nature of our existence and keeps us safe, keeps me safe. The Principis, they used to call us, the first, the founders. But today, they call us vampires, blood suckers, the undead. I throw back my head and laugh, tears leaking into my eyes, and put down the cheap vampire novel I had ordered through the internet. I can only take so many hypnotized humans, stakes through the heart and cross-wiggling, garlic-hung heroes before my tummy aches too much. “You’re not reading another one, Janice?” Griselda inquires from high above me. “They’re better than ten TV comedies together,” I state, a little defensive, even though I should know that she’s only teasing. “Are you going to spend all evening up there?” “Don’t know yet. That depends.” The old wrought iron chandelier sways gently back and forth, and she giggles. I can’t see her face. It’s covered by her pink skirt, which, in her upside-down position, exposes all of her neatly shave slit, but it’s – and I chuckle when I notice how fitting the image is – beneath Griselda to care for such trivia. “Depends on what?” I ask, pouring myself another glass of Merlot and wondering if someone turned up the heating. Then I take a sip; the disappointment that the red liquid isn’t blood hits my taste buds like Ankara bayan escort a storm wave, and I know that it isn’t the heating. “Whether you’re hungry enough.” One of her pointy ears wiggles. My jaw clenches. “I’ve got quite some time until I need to feed,” I lie through my teeth. I can already feel the heat rise between my legs. Griselda is not an idiot, and she has the same accurate sense of smell as I. I don’t even know why I bother. “Well, five minutes can be quite some time,” she tells me with obviously fake conviction and jumps down onto the low mahogany table, the fabric of her pink summer dress rushing through the air and settling immaculately around her lithe, pale body. She’s been practicing that for decades. “I want to watch you.” Her cherry-red lips pout sweetly. I turn my face away from her, feeling another kind of heat spread there. “Feeding is intimate for me,” I protest. “It’s not something that needs witnesses.” Even while I speak, I fumble with my cellphone. Now that I’ve acknowledged the hunger, it roars to life like a wild beast and makes my fingers shake. “Where are you going to meet?” “I won’t tell you!” I snap back, ignoring the hasted typos that are staring at me, and press ‘send’. “Oh, the clinic. How kinky!” Sometimes, she annoys me greatly. But she’s the only one I have, and I can already feel the other hunger rise, the by-product, the secret, the part of me that, if it ever became common knowledge, would be my undoing. Griselda has hitched up the front of her skirt and rubs her full pussy. It’s shiny with Escort bayan Ankara moisture, and it looks incredibly yummy. Tiny, squishy sounds betray her arousal. The hunger surges, but I can’t, mustn’t. It isn’t what I need. “I’ll be back in the morning,” I tell her and slip on the dark robes. It’s only two miles to the clinic, two miles through a nighttime forest devoid of humans and temptation. The shrubbery flies by, as clear to my eyes as if it was bright daylight. The hunger does that to me, heightens my senses – but not for long before it becomes overwhelming. I have to hurry. I jump onto the stone wall and crouch down. There are no guards, but you never know when a patient feels like walking outside in the middle of the night. It’s quiet. The crickets have burrowed deep into the earth again, hiding from the chilly fogs of late autumn, and the few lights behind the windows are dimmed. My heart begins to beat faster and I slide down onto the grass to make my way towards my meal. The old oaken door with its interwoven ornaments swings back easily, to easily for a human hand. I’m not human, not completely. Not anymore. Not for centuries. Through these centuries, I have learned to move without sound, to close doors without anyone becoming the wiser, and in the blink of an eye I’m at the bottom of the basement stairwell. Behind the door to my left, I smell excitement, arousal, and my hand starts to tremble, but I turn right instead, like I always do. She’s waiting. Naked, beautiful, imposing, that’s how she appears, tinged in the soft, Bayan escort Ankara warm light of the dimmed bulb she resides on the massive wooden chair like on a throne. She didn’t care about all that, in the beginning, she just did it to please me, to play to my needs, to bind me to her. Now, though, as she sits like a goddess waiting to be worshipped, black, sleek hair falling down to her waist, eyes and lips painted dark, her nipples are erect and her chest heaves. I can smell her arousal so intensely as if I was bathing in it. There is no need for words. I fall to my knees, the iron door snapping shut behind me, and the need pulls me towards her on all fours. I moan, whimper, and my eyes focus on the object of desire, on the clean-shaven slit between her thighs. She spreads her legs wide in anticipation, and we both shudder with want at the same time. “Beautiful,” I whisper through a throat that constricts and feels like sandpaper. “So incredibly beautiful!” A tear born from unfathomable desire streaks down my cheek. She still doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. I look up into her eyes while I lean close. Her lips are parted in an impatient pout. Her fingers dig into my scalp and tighten. It hurts, yes, but so good. I extend my tongue. My body trembles all over. Now! I lick a slow trail upwards through her rosy, wet, warm folds, feel the blood rush underneath that sacred place, and my heart tries to burst. Her arome coats my tongue and the monster in me roars to life with such power that time stops around us. Like switchblades, my canins extend, and I bury them in her pussy lips. There’s a sharp gasp – there always is – then she throws back her head and screams in ecstasy. Power rushes into me, sating me, filling me, and a clarity settles over me that has no second. My heart beats slowly, swoosh, then what feels like minutes pass by before I feel another swooshing beat.
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