Chapter 1
This town was
starting to bore me. I must have had all the women already one way or another.
I hadn’t killed anyone in days, so I was feeling pretty damn good about myself.
It was hard for me not drinking someone dry. I enjoyed the blood so much. I
have worked hard for four hundred years to master this curse of mine. I think I
have it down.
I stood on the
corner watching the people go about their lives. Serves me right for picking a
town with less than ten thousand people. I should have hit New York or some
other metropolis. Instead I choose Gardiner Maine. What the fuck was I thinking? Sometimes I
amaze myself. I leaned back on the brick
building behind me confidant I would find someone to drink.
Women couldn’t
resist this body. My six foot four frame stretched over most, but I found women
like tall men. I’m not really sure why. My sandy blonde hair doesn’t reach my
eyes, but I don’t it keep buzz cut either. I have to get it cut every few
months. Yes I know it is strange that a vampire needs a haircut, but hair
continues to grow even for the undead.
I’m not one of those fuckers who likes to have manicures and shit, but I
take pride in my appearance.
I like a good
pair of jeans, tight t-shirts, and boots. I’m partial to Chippewa’s. I find in
this neck of the woods looking a little hillbilly is beneficial. The people
here don’t care for labels and fancy shit. That suited me just fine. I had that
a lifetime ago. Now I was content with the simple things. I pulled my shades
down over my eyes and crossed my arms. I was hoping this corner would work for
me. Yeah I was taking a risk hunting right next to the police station, but shit
I had balls. I just wanted a drink anyway. I didn’t need sex, now. I could go
to the depot and pick some up later for that. I put my head back and damn near fell
asleep. Then I smelt her. Damn didn’t she smell like Christmas to me. I had to
control myself. I was a pro but my dick had a mind of its own. Just her smell
made me hard. Holy shit. Maybe I should let her go by.
I didn’t move as
she stepped up to the curb. She was wearing a short, tight jean skirt and fuck
me boots. And did I want too. Maybe I should save her for later. I sniffed in
her scent a little stronger. I needed to make a memory of it. That would make
finding her later much easier. I watched
her shake her size sixteen ass all the way across the street. When she reached
the other side she gave her long blonde hair a shake. Fuck me. She turned
around, slid her shades down, and winked at me. I think I might just fucking
explode right here. She is definitely
going to be mine later.
I got my mind
back on task as she disappeared. A
drink. That is what I was standing here waiting for. The next scent was a man.
Now I don’t do men, but I will drink them. Actually that would make my life
less complicated. I stood up away from the wall and waited for him to pass.
Typical. He was headed to the bank. Fuck. Damn my luck. No way could I snatch
him. This corner was a waste of my time. I decide to hop on my Kawasaki Vulcan
1600. The waterfront might be better. It’s
only a few hundred feet away, but honestly I love my bike. It sounds like a
beast and makes me look like a bad ass.
I park in front
of the water and find a shady area to sit. Right now there are only mothers and
children here. I don’t snack on either. Little kids make my stomach turn. I
can’t even when I’m starving. Something about it is just wrong. I sit down and put my head back. I would
smell them long before I could see them. It wouldn’t matter if I closed my eyes
for a while.
Two minutes
later the smell hit me hard. It was male and big. I could sense he was at least
six foot tall and all of two hundred pounds. I had to fight to keep my fangs in
my mouth. I hated to give away my true nature, especially during daylight
hours. I waited patiently for him to come into view. Then to my delight he sat
down beside me. I stayed motionless until I was certain he was comfortable. He
opened the paper and started to read. This couldn’t get any better.
“Hi,” I say
trying to get him to look at me.
“Um hi,” he replies
without looking at me.
“My names
Sebastian. I’m new here. I was wondering can you tell me where there is a good
place to eat?” I ask. Finally he looks
at me. I lift my shades to look straight in his eyes. Before he can speak I hypnotize him. Once his
eyes roll back in his head I take my chance. I have seconds before his paper
falls. I lean over and sink my fangs in just under the collar of his
t-shirt. His blood starts running down
my throat. It’s warm and potent. I could drink this man dry, but I won’t. I stop just shy of him passing out. Then I
wipe his memory, pull my shades back down, and hop back on my bike.
I need to find
hottie from earlier. I bet she went to the depot. That little whole in the wall
always provided me with plenty of blood and pussy over the two years I have
been living here. I parked my bike in
front of the yellow and black building.
I opened the door to be blown down by her smell. Even full I wanted her.
I needed her. What the hell? Why does this girl have such a pull on me? I
wandered over to the table next to hers. She was sitting there by herself
sipping a beer. It was barely after three in the afternoon. I wasn’t expecting
her to be drinking, but that would make my job easier.
She looks over
at me as I take my seat. It’s too dark in here for me to hypnotize her. I don’t
want anyway. I want her to want me. In that regard I’m glad she isn’t gulping
the beer down. I hate taking drunk bitches home. Sloppy is not my style.
“Hi,” she says
slipping into the seat across from me.
“Hi.”
“My name is
Elizabeth,” she says smiling at me. Now I can see her eyes are bright blue with
thick dark rings. They are stunning. She could give my green eyes are run for
their money.
“I’m Sebastian,”
I say smiling back. I am hoping I don’t have blood still on my teeth.
“Never seen you
here before. You new in town?” she asks.
As soon as she asks I can feel her foot sliding over to my side of the
table. She starts rubbing it on my leg. God don’t I love a forward woman. My
dick starts harden.
“I moved here
two years ago,” I say trying hard to keep my fangs and my dick in.
“I’ve lived here
my whole life. This town fucking sucks. Why would you purposefully move here?”
she asks. Not satisfied with the foot
play, she gets up and sits beside me.
Now she is rubbing her hand on my leg.
“It was a change
of pace,” I admit. Holy fuck. This woman is making me crazy. “What are you
doing?” I ask looking down at her hand.
“Stroking your
leg,” she says with a wolfish smile.
“Why?”
“Cause you want
me and I want you,” she admits.
“How do you know
that?” I ask. She runs her hand quickly
up my thigh. She squeezes my erection lightly.
“Your dick gives
you away,” she bluntly states.
“As does your
hand,” I say. She smiles then plants a
kiss on my lips. I wanted to deepen it but she pulled away almost as quickly as
she had landed the kiss.
“Sorry,” she
says smiling and blushing.
“Why are you
sorry? I enjoyed it,” I say.
“I know you did.
I shouldn’t tease you. It isn’t nice,” she says rather cryptically.
“Tease me?” I
question.
“I like to
play,” she says.
“So do I,” I
reply.
“Then should we
play together,” she asks blushing. She was confusing the shit out of me. She
seemed innocent, but she wants to fuck.
“We can if you
like,” I say.
“Do you live
nearby?” she asks.
“A couple of
miles, but I have a bike,” I say.
She gets all
giddy, jumps up, and grabs my hand.
“Let’s go,” she says dragging me outside.
I can hardly
contain myself. I want fuck her so bad. Riding my bike should be interesting.
She gets on the bike like a pro even with a short skirt on. I straddle the bike
and adjust myself. The fit was tight but we only had a few miles to go. I took off from the bar and headed up the
hill. My house was out in the woods all
alone. I hated to be around people
unnecessarily. I pulled off of the main road. My driveway was the third one in
on this road. It was nearly a mile long. Like I said I like my privacy. I could feel her lean back and take in the
scenery.
My house was a
log cabin. It fit these woods perfectly. I had a little lawn, but mostly my
house was surrounded by big pine trees. I loved the perfect silence they
created. The cabin was two stories, though I don’t know why I needed them. The
front was mostly glass. It let the light
pour into the great room any time of day.
“This is home,”
I say as I turn the bike off.
“Nice,” she
replies as she gets off even more gracefully then she got on.
