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Well here it is my first adult fiction story.  This is a modern day
vampire story and I was aiming for the style of such films as American
Werewolf In London and Innocent Blood, which had a mix of sex, horror,
and a few laughs (at least that’s what I was aiming for).

New chapters should be popping up every day or so and please do not
hesitate to send comments.  If you had any type of reaction at all to
this chapter or any previous ones (since this is the first chapter you
can ignore that part) please send comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com

I’d really appreciate it is you did.  And now for the legal stuff:

If you are under 18 please turn off your computer and leave because it
is illegal for you to have impure thoughts or something like that.
Seriously, this story contains sexual content and it is illegal for
persons under 18 years of age to view this, so go away.  Plus I must
add the disclaimer that vampirism is not only illegal, I believe it is
impossible, so please do not go out and start biting people in the
neck.

Now that that’s out of the way, here we go:



BLOODLUST: A MODERN DAY VAMPIRE TALE

CHAPTER 1: BLOODLESS CORPSES AND TELEPHONE RINGS

(THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS)    (MF, VAMP)



“Oooh yeah fuck me harder…” Lysette moaned as she continued to ride
her new lover.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this.  An hour ago she had been
nearing the end of her waitressing shift, when he walked in to what
had previously been an empty diner.

Lysette hadn’t taken much notice of him at first, his clothes were
disheveled and his hair was mussed, as though he had just walked
through a hurricane. But he had these striking blue eyes that she
couldn’t get out of her head.  When she went over to take his order,
she couldn’t help but stare at them, it was like they pierced right
into her brain.

“What can I get you?” she managed to stammer out.

“Are you on the menu?” he asked in a deep but low voice.

Normally an old line like that would have resulted in the customer
getting a glass of ice water poured onto his lap, but this time
Lysette couldn’t bring herself to do it.  Instead she replied, “Yes,
but only for you,” and leaned in and kissed him.

As their tongues began dancing slowly in each others mouth, the man’s
hand reached up her skirt and began playing with her pussy through her
panties.  Lysette was soon dripping wet as his hand play continued.

She was amazed at her own actions.  Here she was a beautiful 26 year
old with a great body, if she didn’t say so herself, and no shortage
of men begging to get under her skirt.  And she was letting some
stranger paw her pussy five minutes after they had met.

It was those eyes she thought, as long as she saw those eyes, she
couldn’t say no to him.  So when he said they should go back to her
apartment, she quickly agreed.   	It was as if all her pent up
passions were released as they tore each other’s clothes off, Lysette
hadn’t realized how horny she’d been, but now she knew she wanted
her new lover to fuck her and fuck her hard.

And so there they were, fucking like wild animals.   His eyes had been
the first thing that Lysette had noticed, but as she took in his naked
body she realized their were other good points about him too.

His body, which she hadn’t been able to gauge underneath all his
baggy clothes, was lean and muscular.  He moved like a cat and for the
past little while he and Lysette had been engaging in positions she
never would have dreamed about.  		She couldn’t believe
how she could not have noticed how good looking he was before, but now
as his powerful cock continued to thrust into her and drive her to yet
another orgasm, she came to the realization that all that mattered was
what was happening right now.  She was having the best sex of her
life, so what the hell did it matter that she just met this guy and
knew nothing about him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he cried and quickly Lysette pulled off of him.

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” she cried and quickly she took his rock
hard cock into her mouth.  As she tasted her own juices on him she
once again marveled at what she was doing.

It was if he had come into her life and was fulfilling her deepest
fantasies about uninhibited sex with a stranger.  She would do
anything for him…anything.

Lysette continued to suck his cock, as she fingered herself, and soon
he exploded into her mouth, causing her to cum yet again.   Her brain
was more or less toasted from her multiple orgasms, so she collapsed
onto her bed and held her lover tightly.

“Oh baby, that was the best ever,” Lysette sighed as her lover began
breathing heavily.  “Hey...I don’t even know what to call you,
what’s your name, stud?”

However, when her lover turned to answer her, Lysette was shocked to
see that his eyes had turned from blue to blood red and that fangs had
emerged from his mouth.

“You can call me Master,” the vampire said as he buried his fangs
into Lysette’s neck, quieting her just as she was about to scream.
Later he walked out of her apartment, wiping his mouth on the sleeve
of his coat.  As he walked out, a cat sitting in the hallway let out a
sharp hiss in his direction.  In response the vampire kicked the cat
down the hall.

“Damn cats,” he chuckled, “always the first to know.”

-----------------


The phone began ringing in the headquarters of the Washington D.C.
Homicide Division.

“Don’t answer it…” Detective Chris Foster stated.

“We have to answer it,”  Detective Pete Foster replied.

“There’s no ‘have to’s’ here, we’ll just wait for someone else
to answer it.”

“I don’t see a line forming,” Pete told his brother and partner as
he looked around at a squad room empty of fellow detectives. “We are
the only ones here, therefore when a call comes in, we have to answer
it.”

“Just wait for someone else to come in,” Chris pleaded, “I’ve got
a bad feeling about this call.”

“You always have bad feelings about the calls.  Now one of us has to
answer this damn thing before they hang up.”

“Fine, but I’ve really got a bad feeling about this one,” Chris
said as he picked up the phone, “Homicide, Detective Foster
speaking.”

Twenty minutes later the Foster brothers were taking a look at the
corpse of Lysette Andrews, who lay silently on her sheets.

“Victims name is Lysette Andrews,” Officer Julie Muldowski told the
detectives.  “Works as a a waitress at a diner a few blocks down.”

“Who found her?” Pete asked.

“Landlady, her name’s Marge Watterson,”  Muldowski answered,
“she’s over there if you want to talk to her.”

“I’ll take her,” Chris said as he walked over to the landlady who
was smoking a cigarette and holding a cat in the corner of the hall.
“Ms.  Watterson, how did you come to find Ms. Andrews?”

“Well, this morning my Snookums here came in limping because someone
kicked her,”  Marge said as she held up her rather displeased cat.
“And I don’t know why someone would do that, because Snookums is
such a good kitty, aren’t you Snookums?  Aren’t you the cutest
little pussy cat in the entire free world?  Yes you are...yes you
are.”

“Um Ms. Watterson,”  Chris interrupted, “I’m sure your cat is
adorable, but can we get back to the matter at hand here?”

“Oh yes,”  Marge said as she stopped her ode to her kitty’s
cuteness, “Anyway the only one on this floor who could have done it
is, I mean was, that chickie over there.”

“You mean the victim?” Chris asked.

“Yup, her, I saw the way she always looked at Snookums and I never
trusted her.  So when my precious little kitty here came up lame this
morning, I marched right over here.  When no one answered the door, I
got my key and I saw this,” she said as she pointed to the crime
scene.

“Do you know if she has any friends or family we can contact around
here?” Chris asked.

“Nah she kept to herself around me.  I don’t know anything about her
family or friends.”

“Well did you see or hear anything last night?”

“No, but I heard her and her new boyfriend last night.  Boy they were
going at it.”

“So she was with someone, did you get a look at him?”  Chris asked.

“No, as long as they don’t break the furniture, I don’t give a fuck
what they do in here. I can identify his moans if you want me too.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary, maam,” Chris said as he
closed his notebook, “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
With that he rejoined his brother who was giving permission for the
medical examiner to take Lysette’s body away.

“Well what did the landlady have to say?” Pete asked.

“Well other than the fact that her cat Snookums is the most adorable
little kitty in the entire free world, not much,” Chris replied.
“Our victim here did have someone over last night, but she never got
a look at him.  What’s the story here.”

“Well, the ME should have something for us by the end of the day, but
whoever did this did a pretty good job on her.  Her whole throat was
ripped out,” Pete replied.

“Hmm that must have been a pleasant way to go,” Chris said, “The
landlady doesn’t know any of her friends and family so we're going to
have to do some real legwork on this one.”

“Yeah we’d better head over to that diner she worked at,”  Pete
said as he looked over at the crime scene, “Hey Chris, her whole
throat was ripped out, right?”

“That’s what you just told me.”

“Yeah, but if that’s the case, where’s all the blood?”

“Come again?”  Chris replied.

“Well in a typical throat slashing you’re gonna have lots of blood
because the jugular has been cut.  But there’s only a little bit of
blood on the sheets.  Where did it go?”  Pete asked.

“Well maybe the guy took it home as a souvenir,” Chris answered.

“Maybe, but what kind of a person would do a thing like that?”  Pete
asked, not expecting much of an answer.

“I don’t know Petey, I don’t know,”  the two stood in silent
reflection for a moment before Chris reached over and smacked his
brother’s head with his notebook.  “Next time I say we shouldn’t
answer the phone, let’s not answer the phone, you schmuck.”

-----------------


Lieutenant Lawrence Smith surveyed the squad room, his squad room to
be exact.  They were all milling around.  Detectives Tom Avery, Carly
Sanchez, Arnold Nash, Steve Huston, and of course the Foster Brothers.

They weren’t the most disciplined of units, a constant source of
displeasure with the bosses upstairs, but they always got the job
done.  It was good that they were all around, it means that the cases
were all easy right now.  I

n a city decaying as fast as D.C. was, a slow day was a good day in
the homicide unit.  Especially now he reasoned, a big Hollywood movie
was filming in D.C., and everyone from the Mayor on down was walking
on pins and needles.  A smooth go round for the film and more could
follow, and that meant more money coming in.  It really always got
down to money.

Lieutenant Smith had a jolly demeanor, which was furthered by a slight
weight problem, but it masked an intense dedication to his job and the
responsibility it entailed.  The job of a police lieutenant always
involved politics of some sort, but it was especially hard for Smith
as an African- American knowing there were still people in the
department who didn’t want to see him advance further in rank.
However, he was always behind his detectives 100% and that earned him
the respect and admiration of everyone in the squad.  Time to check on
their progress...

“So gentleman,” Smith said as he walked up to the Foster Brothers,
“how’s that new case of yours going?”

“Ooooh it’s a real gut check Lieutenant,”  Pete said, “A nice girl
had her throat torn out.”

“Yeah but no blood left at the scene.  It’s a real head scratcher,”
Chris added, “We’ve just finished notifying the next of kin, which
is always so much fun.”

“Got a suspect yet?”  Smith asked.

“Well apparently our victim left her job at a diner with an
unidentified man last night,” Pete answered, “The cook got a brief
look at him but that’s all.  He did mention something about his eyes
though.  He said, and I quote, ‘They were like blue lasers.’”

“So do we like the boyfriend for the murder?”  Smith asked.

“He’s the top suspect right now,” Chris replied.  “I can’t wait
to meet him though.  Probably got big jars of blood sitting on his
coffee table.  But I’m afraid that this one might turn into a stone
cold who done it, Lieutenant.”

“Don’t worry I have absolute faith in your abilities as detectives
to close this case,” Smith replied.

“I wouldn’t,” Pete remarked.

“Now, now none of that attitude here,” Smith said, “go out there
and solve it.  This case is going to get closed, I have a gut feeling
about this one.”

-----------------


The vampire was in his lair, if that’s what you could call it.  While
the sunlight couldn’t kill him and he could walk around in it, he was
considerably weakened in it.

He smiled to himself as he thought of Lysette.  She was great both as
someone to fuck and someone to snack upon.  He was still hungry
though, but that could wait till tonight.  Lysette was just the
beginning.  There was a lot more he intended to do and a lot more
lovely ladies he intended to do it to.  It was all going to be a lot
of fun...this was just the beginning.



END OF CHAPTER 1



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