The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between consenting adults. If you are too young, too uptight, or your local government is too oppressive, you should stop reading now. This story is in the public domain. While you are legally free to do anything you like with it, out of courtesy to the author, I humbly request that you leave my name and contact information with this story. The Fearless Vampire, Part 3 By Poison Ivan By Poison Ivan _Warning! The following work of fiction contains descriptions of sexual activity between vampires. If you are under the age of 18, this story is not for you._ I wake from a dream of total blackness with Darlene sleeping in my arms. I don't even remember falling asleep, I don't even remember how I got into bed. I kiss Darlene's brow, but her body is as cold as a corpse. An intense thirst hits me, my throat feels scratched and raw, like it was mauled by an animal. And my stomach twists with discomfort. Darlene's hair tickles my nose. The thought of drawing on her cold blood repulses me. I release her and roll away, sit up. Thank God the ache in my stomach eases. I breathe in. I can feel them, all of them, they seem to be everywhere around me. I feel them but I can't see them, it's as if they are crowding around on the other side of the walls. Who are they, and why do I feel them? They are humans, I know they are humans. It's like I am a sideshow freak, and they gather around to watch me from the other side of the walls. I stand up and I feel their individual presences, so strong I could almost bump into them. But they are nowhere. I don't see them at all. Are they really humans? What is going on? What is this thing I feel? And there is something else. Something in the other room, Jessica's room, something different. Jessica. What has happened to Jessica? I go to the door to Jessica's room and push it open. Jessica is there, on the bed, dead, her chest ripped open and her blood soaking the mattress. Her eyes are wide and glassy, her mouth open in rigid surprise. I go over to her corpse and look into her open chest. Her heart is gone. Did Darlene do this? Did Darlene kill her? Did Darlene take her heart? No matter, Jessica is cold and utterly lifeless. She might as well be a pile of stones. I forget her and go to the bedroom window. It is night outside but the street light illuminates the block, and I see the world outside like it was strong daylight. The street is filthy, filled with the rancid scent of humans and vermin and engine exhaust. I never noticed it before, but I live in a pile of garbage. It is disgusting. Why did I think this place was something special? How much do I pay for rent? I can't remember. But surely it is too much. A woman walks by, a whore, a whore walking by on the street below sets my nervous system on edge. I watch her, and I am surprised, the more I look at her, the more she fascinates me. Her body radiates, I can see it, deep red waves flickering, like an old ember, all around her. I have never seen a person like this before! And I swear I can smell her, a dull, over-cooked scent, without a doubt, it is her, it is in my nose, but surely it can't be the whore I smell. I am six floors above her! She is not well, there is something wrong with her, an annoying illness that she can't seem to shake off. Annoying? Why do I know it is annoying? I listen harder and I think I can hear her, she's muttering or something, saying things that register in my head. Has something happened to my sense of smell? My sense of hearing? The whore is annoyed at feeling a little under the weather, she doesn't want to be out tonight. She paces down the street and breathes heavily. She is looking for men. Men she can blow or fuck so she can get money and pay her creditors. I concentrate and it's like the whore opens up for me. She is young. Just turned eighteen years old. But she is mature beyond her years. The life of a thirty-year-old packed into that tight, young body. She has pretty tits, small, with little pink nipples. Her legs are too skinny. And scars, scars along her ribs and along the line of her jaw, hard white spots speckling my red ember. I look right into her, and her history floods into my head, a disorganized, pathetic story. She isn't sure of it all herself, not the details. Too many nights in a drug or alcohol haze. Yelling. Beating. Molestation by a stranger when she was fourteen and should have known better. Fucking forty-year-old men when she was just sixteen. My skin crawls. She is fascinating! I watch her, she sighs and walks along, and I hear Darlene behind me, the pad of Darlene's bare feet. She comes up behind and presses against my back, she is naked, her skin cool, her arms hugging around my waist, rubs her nose in my hair, presses her lips against the back of my neck. She looks out the window over my shoulder, sees the whore. "A suggestion," she says. Her voice is sweet and helpful. "You don't _need_ to kill them. Usually a taste is enough." The thought of killing the whore had not occurred to me, but what a thought! It would be a snap, I could destroy her with a flick of my wrist. And suck her blood and eat her heart! My stomach growls, a menacing rumbling sound. "And plan your kills in advance," Darlene says. "We can go unnoticed if we wish, but it's better to _enter_ unnoticed when you kill. No witnesses." Yes, she makes sense. I nod and watch the whore walk past. She pauses at the corner, looks around. Darlene's moist breath caresses my ear. And the whore walks around the corner and out of sight. Oh! She is gone! My heart leaps! Darlene runs her hands over my belly and I my stomach lurches. "You are hungry," she whispers. I am hungry, so hungry. I am famished. "My sweet baby," Darlene kisses my shoulder and moves up to hold my breasts. "How is this beautiful creature born of me?" I love the way Darlene touches me, she rolls my nipples between her fingers, but I can not enjoy it. I am so hungry, and I want to go after the whore. I want to kill her and drink her blood. "I want to kill her, Darlene," I say. "Of course you do, baby," she whispers. "But not now. You and I, we will go out tonight. We will find some humans. Beautiful, powerful humans. And we will kill them. We will kill them all. A carnage. I'll show you how. We will bathe in human's sweet blood. We will drink until our bellies burst." And she laughs, her pretty soprano laugh a lovely song in my head. <A HREF="tfv4.html">To Part 4 of "The Fearless Vampire."</A> Comments? Good or bad, I'd love to hear them. Email me at poisoniv1@hotmail.com. Or you can find mor estories like this on my website, http://bounce.to/poisoniv1.