This story began as a Twitter challenge, Vampiric_Lust challenged MiamiTrue to write a vampire story on our TL's. Each one takes a turn with no restrictions or limitations. The best part is we have no preconceived story line, we just write as we go. I am posting it here now so the newcomers can catch up.
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Death by Lust - A Twitter Vampire Story
Journal Entry: *lifting the goblet slowly to my mouth, I draw in a small amount of the Private Stock, swish it around, then swallow
The fireplace crackles and pops nicely as the seasoned wood greets the fire and they dance in a bath of glowing essences
Starring into the flames I recall the ages past when my parents would argue over my Father's insistence that humans are merely toys
As previously noted herein, my Father was a ruthless bastard that took no shame on the bleeding of as many a mortal as he felt the right
The living arcanes within his powerful form were built upon the foundations of greed, sin, and every form debauchery could manage to muster
Because he felt himself greater than any god, mostly because we existed long before they, forcing sex on mortals was his truest delight
My radiantly gorgeous Mother with her waist length platinum hair, sky blue eyes, and delicate goddess form, despised the idea of
my arrogant Father belittling himself with the grunts and groans of the human females. They were to respected for their blood offering
which granted us longer lives, new knowledge's, and because we need them to not band together and force our wrath should they revolt
The arcanes easily enslave the weak brain of any human, in fact, we could produce a massive army of mindless servants that would eagerly
cast themselves in the mouth of a dragon if that is what we commanded of them...my Father truly enjoyed having such an array of lovers
Once, after we had left the frozen lands and migrated towards warmer climate, I recall my parents being summoned before the Bloodline
It was a gathering of our kind back to the beginning, the first of us...my grandparents, parents, an aunt, and a turned female that had
become impregnated by the "influence" of my Father's majickal persuasiveness...such an blasphemy was not acceptable...it tainted things
Taking another drink and then another, I sit down the diamond goblet and listen to the arguing of the Bloodline & the open threats therein
After a few childish displays of arcane summoning, some ear shattering roars, and things getting "accidentally" broken, the abomination
was cast from the sanctuary of our people and forced out into the dominion of those that would love to see our total demise
Of course my Father was furious because it was HIS son that Marianna was carrying and he felt to abandon his unborn was worse than being
forced to dine on a buffet of sunlight
My Mother brought up the concern that this child, one from a Birthed blood & a turned one, might prove incapable of containing the
magnitude of arcane power that was being passed on. The Bloodline agreed and my Father withdrew from our land's to be with Marianna
I remember my Mother looking at my soul that night and telling me that one day, I would have to destroy the seed of the heresy..all of it.
Leaving the study, I take a hot shower, clothe myself in the usual attire...ripped faded jeans, black leather logger boots, a white silk
dress shirt, hair tied loosely back with a few bangs dangling, a quick mist of my favorite fragrance...'Gravity', then pause to admire myself in a mirror
designed to display reverse light thus granting me a vague reflection.
Deciding that I am delicious enough to eat, I call upon ancient powers to shred the space between realms, carve open an ethereal doorway where I step
through and emerge silently a block away from Club Draconis
Gazing up toward the dancing stars and the kissing softness of the moon, I take a lung full of crisp night air and make way to the Club
Walking past the line of excited gothickans, vampy wannabes, pretend zombies, and the naughty emo's, I am greeted by the doorman and after a few
salutatorian remarks, I am allowed entrance ahead of the waiting line behind me.
The place is already packed with an entire variety of delicious fuckables though I refrain from gaining an instant display of my desire
grab a nice chilled Cabernet, head to a dark corner and recline casually in an overstuffed leather chair
The candles look awesome tonight as they are flickering behind vine scrolled lanterns and added to the created fogs that creep the floor
one almost gets the sense that the gods themselves dance here while drinking the vintages of sin unbridled
The song 'Bleed' by Godhead is pumping throughout the Club and as I take a sip of my wine, I gaze about the place with ageless eyes that
meander into the thoughts of anyone I choose...male and female...I scan them all and devour the memories, the crimes & sins, the old
boxes of stored horrors many have unwittingly taken part in or been victim of. It's the usual, average humans gathering to party
Blinking slowly, taking another sip, I imagine myself literally destroying the tenderness of that long legged brunette across the room.
In my mind I hear her sweet moans as my hardened intentions punish the soft silk between her legs...feeling her nails tear into my flesh
and sinking my hungry fangs deep into her neck as the orgasmic eruptions of her body create convulsions that drive the blood to me
I inhale a slow breath as I focus on her, her feminine scent riding into my senses and caressing my tongue...Mmmmm...very nice flavor
Breaking the train of thought my mind goes into alert mode as the arcanes in me stir wildly as they form a protective shield
My Vampiric eyes begin to scan every inch of visible space in the Club as that hint of familiar crawls into the core of my soul