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BLOODLUST: CHAPTER 5 (MF, VAMP)
By
KMB
Our story thus far: A vampire named Daniel is rampaging throughout
Washington D.C. He has already claimed two victims and is ready for more.
The D.C. Homicide Detectives are investigating the murders, but so far are
drawing blanks. But Chris, the lead Detective, has managed to take time out
of his schedule to begin a relationship with his accross the hall neighbor.
As usual comments are welcome. If you had any type of reaction at all to
this chapter or any previous ones please send comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com
I’d really appreciate it is you did. And now for the legal stuff:
There are scenes of sexual content, so please all people under 18 go
away! And if for any reason you get an intense desire to convert to vampirism
after reading this story, then please don’t. Or if you do, at least please do
not blame me at your trial. So without furthur ado:
CHAPTER 5: THE INVESTIGATION CONTINUES
(AKA CARLY AND STEVE GO HOLLYWOOD)
As Pete sat at his desk he was grumbling to himself. The day had not
gotten off to a great start. The early morning questioning of Charlie had
turned up nothing more and the psychiatrist examining him said that after a
few dozen sessions he might get him to stop giggling, but that’s about the
best he could do for now. Then Pete’s decision to have the last two slices of
anchovy and garlic pizza for breakfast was proving to be a poor one, and he
reached for the Maalox he kept in his drawer.
He knew that as soon as the body disappeared last night that his ulcer
would be flaring up again and it certainly was. Then as if to add to Pete’s
misery as he contemplated his pain, he saw his brother come in, practically
walking on air.
“I’m in love....” Chris sighed as he sat down at his desk.
“Oh Christ, I don’t need this now...” Pete said, “You and love are a
dangerous combination.”
“Don’t you want me to happy, Pete?” Chris asked.
“Not really, you being happy inevitably ends with me being miserable,”
Pete answered, “I’m going to be afraid now that you’re going to accidentally
shoot me just because love turns your brain into mush.”
At that moment Detective Carly Sanchez walked by and got a look at the
dreamy expression on Chris’ face.
“What’s with him?” she asked Pete.
“He’s in love.”
“Oh Christ, this we don’t need,” Carly replied, “We’re all going to have
to start wearing bullet proof vests again...”
Chris suddenly stood up and grasped Carly.
“I need to dance. Dance with me Carly,” he said.
“No way, how do I know you’ve had all your shots?” she responded.
“C’mon someone dance with me...” Chris said to the squad room, eliciting a
series of immediate refusals.
“I’ll dance with you...” Detective Arnold Nash said.
“Works for me...” Chris replied as the two then began some weird mutant
version of a waltz.
“I think I saw this on Wild Kingdom once,” Carly said as the detectives
just stared in silence, “I think we’re not supposed to interrupt them or else
they might maul us or something.”
“This is really wrong,” Pete said.
“Yet I cannot turn away,” Detective Steve Huston added as Chris spun Arnie
around, “It’s like watching a slow motion car wreck.”
“I wish I had a camera,” Detective Tom Avery said, “This is something that
must be preserved for the ages.”
Unfortunately before the waltz was through a phone call interrupted the
proceedings.
“Homicide, Detective Sanchez speaking.” Carly said as she picked it up.
As Chris and Arnie returned to their normal, non dancing, ways Pete turned
to his brother and said, “Well you are either really in love or you have gone
completely insane. I haven’t decided which one yet.”
“I tell you, Carol is amazing..not a thing wrong with her. I could marry
her now, she’s perfect.”
“Well if she seems to really like you,” Steve replied, “that could be a
sign of deep insanity or masochistic tendencies.”
“He’s got a point there,” Pete agreed.
“Hey Pete you and lover boy better come with us,” Carly said after she
hung up the phone, “They just found a body, same m.o. as your victim
yesterday.”
----------------------
Fifteen minutes later Pete, Chris, Carly, and Steve were standing in
Michelle Ryan’s apartment looking over the crime scene with chief medical
examiner Vincent Chaney.
“I’ll be able to tell you more after I get a better look at her,” Vincent
said after he got a look at the body, “But it looks like the same cause of
death to me. Neck wounds resulting in death but no serious blood trail and I
took a sample of something around her lips. Looks like blood to me and I’d
say it’s a 99.9% chance it will match what we got yesterday.”
“So we’re dealing with a multiple killer now?” Pete asked.
“Either that or it’s one of the greatest coincidences in the history of
homicide,” Vincent replied, “I’ll have more later this afternoon.”
“Ok, we’ll check back with you then,” Steve said, “You can take her away
now.”
“Oh, and Vincent,” Carly added, “Try not to lose this one.”
“No ones getting to this one,” Vincent replied as the body was removed,
“I’ll make certain of that.”
“So what’s the story here?” Carly asked the officers present.
“Victims name is Michelle Ryan,” Officer Julie Muldowski said as she
looked over her notes and statements, “She didn’t show up for work today and
her boss sent someone to look for her. He got here, found the door was
unlocked, and found the body here.”
“Where does she work? We know of any friends or family nearby to help us
here?” Chris asked.
“No family nearby she just moved in two weeks ago. She’s working down on
the set of the Bruce Willis movie. She’s the personal assistant to Michael
Bay,” Officer Muldowski answered.
“Who’s Michael Bay?” Pete asked.
“He directed The Rock,” she answered, “He’s only one of the top action
directors in Hollywood, detective.”
“You don’t know who Michael Bay is?” Chris asked in disbelief, “You’re
really out of touch.”
“Oh pardon me,” Pete replied, “Somehow I have let my subscription to the
Hollywood Reporter lapse, so I’m not aware of who’s who in Hollywood. Get
some more work done.”
Julie then walked away toward Chris.
“Your brother’s in a snit this morning,” she said.
“Yeah, we think it might be his time of the month,” Chris agreed, “He’s
gets in these moods and boy does he get bloated, let me tell you that.”
The young officer laughed at Chris joke.
“You know we’re a lot alike,” she then said.
“How unfortunate for you,” Chris replied.
“You know what I mean,” Julie stated, “Would it freak you out if I told
you that you two are my heroes?”
“Never heard that one before,” Chris said.
“I’m serious,” Julie said, “I’ve only been on the job for a year now, but
you guys are teaching me a lot. I want to be just like you someday.”
Julie then looked up and saw her partner signaling her.
“I’ll catch you later, Detective,” she said before walking away.
“If she says she wants to be just like you, does that mean she wants to be
divorced and insane,” Steve remarked as he walked over.
“Shut the fuck up, Steve,” Chris shot back, “It’s only natural that there
be a little hero worship for the best Detectives in the unit.”
“Okay,” Steve said, “Can you excuse me a minute as I go and vomit.”
“Your petty jealousy cannot be veiled with lame insults,” Chris responded.
“Hey guys I hate to interrupt this circle jerk here but we do have a
murder to solve here,” Carly said as she walked up to Chris and Steve.
“My God, you’re crude,” Steve said, “Once again I ask, must you use
hostility in every remark to us?”
“Bite me blondie,” Carly said as she turned her attention back to the
crime scene.
“Some partner you got there,” Chris said.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “And to think that I’m her favorite.”
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Two hours later in the squadroom Pete, Chris, Carly, and Steve were
looking over all the information they had on both Lysette Andrews and Michelle
Ryan when Arnie approached them.
“This could be a massive government conspiracy,” Arnie Nash suggested.
“And how do you figure that Arnie?” Carly asked.
“Well it’s a fact that the government experiments on DNA combinations to
create new super soldiers for overseas wars,” Arnie explained, “So my theory
is that they created a half human half beast combination that has escaped and
is rampaging through the district.”
“Sounds good to me,” Chris replied as Lieutenant Lawrence Smith descended
on his Detectives.
“And how is today’s chapter of the bloodsucking murderer going?” he asked.
“We have looked through everything,” a frustrated Pete said, “And there is
still no connection here.”
“Nothing at all?” Lawrence asked.
‘Not a thing, Lieutenant,” Chris answered, “No common friends,
acquaintances, family, or neighbors. There’s no indication here that the
either one knew the other even existed.”
“Well Andrews worked at a diner, maybe Ryan was a customer and there’s the
link?” Lawrence suggested.
“We don’t think so Lieutenant,” Carly replied, “They both worked so far
away from each other and no one at the diner can remember seeing Michelle Ryan
there before. It looks like this guy is just picking his victims at random.”
“We’re going to do some in person interviews down at the movie set,” Pete
said, “See if anyone strange has been hanging around.”
“All right,” Lawrence said, “Carly you and Steve head down there and see
what you can dig up. Pete, you and Chris get anything on blood fetishes yet?”
“No Lieutenant, nothing yet,” Pete said, “Sex crimes didn’t have any
matches and hadn’t heard about anything like it in the area.”
“Well, take a whack at it anyway,” Lawrence said, “See what you can find
out there, maybe our murderer frequents sex shops for the very kinky.”
“Sounds like a wild goose chase to me, Lieutenant,” Chris said.
“I know very well what it sounds like detective,” Lawrence answered, “But
don’t give me any grief here. We have no leads here and when you have no
leads you go out and generate your own leads. I have the Captain coming down
here any minute now to chew my ass in half about why we don’t have any
suspects and I don’t need any more shit. Go out there! Solve the murders!”
“I think we should head out now,” Pete suggested.
“Good idea,” Chris agreed as the two headed for the door, “You know I’m
really starting to like that half human/half best theory of Arnie’s.”
Before Carly and Steve could do the same, though Lawrence stopped them and
motioned for Steve to talk to him.
“What is is Lieutenant?” Steve asked.
“Well, I didn’t want to bring this up in front of the other detectives
but...” Lawrence said as he hesitated to get to the point, “...I don’t want to
seem insensitive, but do you think you could get Sandra Bullock’s autograph
while you’re on the set. It’s for my boy, not me. He’s just crazy about her,
you know kids...”
“Yeah, I got your drift,” Steve answered, “I'll see what I can do.”
“What did he want?” Carly asked after Steve rejoined her.
“Oh, he just wanted me to take care of some paperwork for him. No big
deal.”
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As Carly and Steve then left the building, Tom Avery got up from his desk
and over to the squadroom’s administrative assistant, Stacy Campbell.
“So, Chris is in love...” Tom said as he leaned forward onto the desk.
“I’m really happy for him,” Stacy replied.
“Me too,” Tom added, “I think love is really what makes the world go
round.”
“Do you want anything Avery, or are you just going to lean on my desk and
make lame come on attempts?” Stacy had been the object of Tom’s affections
ever since she had taken the job six months ago. He easily became fixated on
her beautiful face, the light chestnut hair that came down to her shoulders,
and her body, which produced the type of longing stares that men are infamous
for.
“Go to dinner with me,” Tom replied, “That’s what I want.”
“You know when I first got here,” Stacy said as she smiled and shook her
head, “All anyone said to me was, ‘Watch out for Tom Avery,’.”
“They didn’t really say that,” Tom protested.
“Oh yes they did and for once I listened. From what I’ve heard you’re a
real ladies man who has had every pretty girl in this place.”
“That’s not true at all,” Tom replied, “It’s more like half of that.”
Stacy didn’t laugh at the joke, leaving Tom with only his desperation to
go on.
“Come on!” he cried, “You gotta cut me some slack here. I’m going full
blast. I don’t do full court press for just every girl, only you.”
“I am flattered beyond belief, Tom,” Stacy replied, “Now go away.”
“What do I have to do to get you to go out with me. You’re really
frustrating me here. If you don’t say yes in the next six to eight...months,
then I’m just going to give up.”
That joke got at least got a smile and a giggle from Stacy who turned to
look Tom straight in the eye.
“Okay cowboy,” she said, “If you’re a gentleman for the rest of the day,
then maybe I might let you walk me to my car tonight.’
“That’s it,” Tom sighed, “I was thinking more along the lines of drinks,
dinner, a flight to Vegas, marriage...you know how it works.”
“It’s a start,” Stacy said firmly but gently, “And it’s a take it or leave
it offer, so I recommend you take it.”
“All right,,” Tom agreed, “Tonight I shall be your escort to your
automobile. Then we can talk about drinks, dinner, and Vegas.”
“You’re making progress, Avery,” Stacy said as he walked away back toward
his desk, “don’t fuck it up tonight.”
As Tom got back to his desk, he found Arnie waiting for him.
“Something on your mind, partner?” Tom asked.
“When are you going to leave that poor girl alone?” Arnie asked.
“Hey I’m making progress here, I’m walking her to her car tonight.”
“Hey that’s a real romantic gesture on your part. How unlike you,” Arnie
said as he sat down.
Tom often thought that Arnie’s thick mustache, slightly growing gut, and
bald scalp made him look like the stereotypical cop, all he needed was a
doughnut. That and Arnie’s insistence on believing and spreading vast
conspiracy theories made him seem like a bit of a joke. But Tom and the
others knew that he was, in fact, one of the better detectives in the squad.
“Did it ever occur to you that I might really be ready for reform and see
this as a ticket to a real relationship and not some fleeting one night stand,
never return phone calls to type of girl?” Tom asked.
“Not for a second,” Arnie said as he flipped through his copy of The World
Weekly News, “Hey it says here that Jesus appeared in a taco in Mexico.”
“Soft or hard shell?” Tom asked relieved that the subject had changed.
“Soft,” Arnie answered.
“Yeah that would make sense,” Tom stated, “Jesus would probably be
uncomfortable in a hard shell.”
-----------------
As Lieutenant Lawrence Smith sat at his desk he heard a knocking on the
door and looked up to see his superior, Captain William Carter, standing in
front of him.
“Can I have a moment of your time, Lieutenant?” Carter asked.
“Of course sir,” Lawrence said as he put down the file he was working on.
“Let’s go up to the roof then, we need some privacy.”
The roof was often where the detectives went to be alone or express their
frustration and it was often empty and perfectly suitable for a private
conversation. The two men rode the elevator up in silence and when they got
up to the roof, Carter got right to the point.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Lawrence, we’re getting a little
nervous about these murders,” Carter stated, “Two in two nights and your
detectives don’t have any leads yet.”
“I’ve got four of my detectives on this case and they’re working it as
hard as they can,” Lawrence replied as a light wind began to kick up seemingly
adding urgency to the words, “The leads will come and they will solve this
case.”
“There’s a lot of heat on this one,” Carter added, “The Mayor’s up for
reelection this fall and he’s been working to reverse the perception that this
is an unsafe place to live and raise a family. The last thing he, and us,
need right now is a serial killer. I’ve got press from Maryland and Virginia
calling me for comment, and God forbid if there’s another victim tonight. If
this thing snowballs a lot of high up people could lose their jobs.”
“Are you saying that I could get fired over this case?” Lawrence asked in
amazement.
“Not in those words, Lieutenant,” Carter stated, “You and your detectives
can draw your own conclusions. I’m just saying that it’s in everyone’s best
interest if this case gets solved before it becomes a media firestorm. If
these movie people get scared away then this city might not recover for years.
We’re reaching a crossroads in the idea people have of D.C. Things are
getting better, but we can’t afford one slip up now. Not one. This case is
potential dynamite and I will not have it blow up in my face!”
With that Captain William Carter l broke off the meeting and left, leaving
Lawrence staring down at the city in silence.
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“YOU CALL THAT AN EXPLOSION!!!! WHAT FILM SCHOOL DID YOU JUST GRADUATE
FROM?” Michael Bay screamed through his bullhorn at the special effects crew,
whose work had apparently not up to snuff.
“I WANT TO SEE REALISM IN MY FX!!!! REALISM PEOPLE!!!! I WANT THE PEOPLE
IN THE THEATER TO FEEL THE HEAT DARKENING THEIR FACES!!!” As he continued his
tirade, one of the interns on the film tapped him on the shoulder.
“WHAT?” he screamed at the intern after forgetting to put the bullhorn
down, “Oh sorry, Jean, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay sir,” Jean said as she shook her head in a futile effort to get
her ears to stop ringing, “These two people are detectives and they’re here to
talk to you about Michelle.”
“Oh certainly, let me just give me a second,” he said as he picked up the
bullhorn again, “OKAY EVERYBODY LET’S TAKE FIVE.”
With that he got up from his seat and walked toward Carly and Steve.
“How ya doing, I’m Michael Bay.”
“My name is Detective Sanchez, Mr. Bay, and this is my partner, Detective
Huston. If you don’t mind we’d like to ask you a few questions about Michelle
Ryan.”
“Certainly, an awful thing really, she was here one day and gone the next.
It really makes you think...” Michael then interrupted his own sentence and
picked up his bullhorn again, “HEY YOU!!! YEAH YOU LEANING AGAINST THE
TRAILER!!! HOW ABOUT YOU GET OFF YOUR FAT TEAMSTER ASS AND HELP THOSE IDIOTS
SET UP THE CHARGES!!! I DON’T WANT TO BLOW UP HALF THIS CITY....YET!!!”
Turning his attention back to the detectives, he tried to resume his
conversation.
“Where was I?” he asked himself aloud, “Oh yes Michelle, as I was saying
this is an awful thing to happen. She was such a sweet girl. I can’t imagine
who could do such a thing.”
“So you don’t know of her receiving any threats or anyone suspicious
lurking around the set?” Steve asked.
“Well I can’t say for sure,” Michael said as he searched his memory, “I
mean people could be lurking about and I might not know about it, but we’ve
got a pretty good security team here and I think they would have caught
anyone. As for threats she never told me about anything.”
“Well thank you Mr. Bay, if you can think of anything further, please call
us at this number, “Carly said as she handed Michael a card only to see his
attention dragged away again.
“HEY, GUY IN THE CATERING TRUCK!!!! THERE HAD BETTER BE SOME OF THOSE
LITTLE SANDWICHES I LIKE OR YOU’RE GOING TO BE BACK DOING RED SHOE DIARIES
AGAIN!!!! YOU HEAR ME, RED SHOE DIARIES!!!!” He then put the bullhorn back
down and turned to address Carly and Steve.
“I just love this thing,” he said as he gently caressed the bullhorn.
“Ooookay,” Carly said as she and Steve began to slowly back away from
Michael, “Well, we’ll just let you get back to your work now...”
“Wait a second,” Michael said excitedly as he ran up to Steve and stared
at his face, “You’ve got the perfect look for Dead Guy #3 in one of my scenes.
I must use you...”
“Well, I don’t know what to say...” Steve stammered, “I’ve never really
done any acting since high school, and I guess I was pretty good back then.
You know I played the Pirate King once in The Pirates of Penzan-”
“Sorry the answer is no,” Carly said as she interrupted Steve, “We’ve got
to get back to work.”
“But you’d be perfect, absolutely perfect,” Michael wailed.
“You never let me have any fun,” Steve sighed as Carly led him away from
the glamour and glitz of an acting career.
“Let’s just go Olivier,” Carly said, “We’ll go talk to the head of
security but I get the feeling we’re just wasting our time here.”
Unfortunately Carly was so intent on literally dragging Steve away and she
barreled directly into Sandra Bullock, knocking her to the ground.
“Oh my God Carly, you just killed Sandra Bullock!” Steve exclaimed as
Carly helped the actress up.
“Hey I survived Two If By Sea, so I think I can survive a little fall,”
Sandra said as she brushed herself off, “I should have been watching where I
was going.”
“I’m really sorry, Ms. Bullock,” Carly said.
“No problem,” Sandra said cheerfully, “No harm done at all.”
“You could take some lessons in niceness from Ms. Bullock here,” Steve
said.
“I’ll just catch up with you later,” Carly said as she left in search of
the chief of security.
After staring at the actress for a few seconds, Steve finally broke the
silence.
“Ummm, Ms. Bullock,” Steve said nervously before thrusting a piece of
paper in her face, “Do you think you could sign this for my Lieutenant?”
“Sure,” she said, “And please call me Sandra. Now what’s your
Lieutenant’s name?”
By now Steve was so caught up in Sandra’s star power that it took him a
little bit to respond.
“I don’t remember,” he said.
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Later when Carly and Steve met up again with Pete and Chris they found
themselves comparing zeros.
“Unbelievable,” Carly stated, “There was no one making threats against
Michelle Ryan on the set, no one saw any weirdoes hanging around the set, it
seems like everybody liked her there. Oh by the way, no one there had heard
of Lysette Andrews either, so we struck out on that angle too. We’d better
just face it, this guy is picking his victims at random. We are never going
to find any connection between these two girls.”
“Of course why should this be in any way easy...hey at least you weren’t
hanging around a bunch of sex freaks today,” Pete replied.
“Oh come on Pete,” Chris said, “That lady in the leather shop was nice.
She even offered you a 10% discount on any purchase of a whip.”
“Something I will not be taking her up on,” Pete quickly stated
“You guys didn’t come up with anything at all?” Steve asked.
“Well a couple of people had heard of blood fetishes,” Pete answered,
“But they didn’t know anyone who’s into it and this guy who worked in The
Dungeon of Pleasure said, ‘and I hope I never do.’ Looks like there are
somethings even too far out there for these people.”
“We checked everywhere and no could tell us anything,” Chris sighed, “In
every weirdo sex joint we could think of and those places are just scary, let
me tell you that. I’m afraid I may never get an erection again.”
“Let’s try and steer the subject away from that,” Steve interjected, “We
are just not getting anywhere right now. What if this guy is getting ready to
strike again, we’re going to have another dead girl on our hands and we’ll be
no closer to getting this guy.”
“Well what do you suggest we do now?” Pete asked.
“Let’s just hope he decides to stay in tonight and play Scrabble...” Chris
said aimlessly. In the background, the sun was just beginning its descent.
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By the time Tom Avery saw that Stacy Campbell was getting ready to leave,
it was already night.
“Your escort, awaits, m’lady,” Tom said as Stacy put on her coat.
“Why thank you sir,” Stacy said as she took hooked his arm around hers,
“Who knows what trouble a girl could find out there tonight?”
As the two walked to the door, Arnold Nash walked by and saw them with
their arms linked.
“Great trick, Stacy,” he said, “Now if you can train him to be
housebroken, I’ll really be impressed.”
“Pay no attention to the Philistine,” Tom said.
“Good night Detective,” Stacy called out to Arnie.
“Just bring him back in one piece” Arnie replied, “I hate working by
myself, there’s too much for me to do then.”
Soon with Stacy safely in the parking lot, she unhooked her arm from
Tom’s.
“Hey I thought you wanted me to walk you to your car,” he protested.
“Yeah, but this is far enough,” Stacy replied, “I don’t want you getting
any wild ideas. Now go back inside and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tom then walked back up the steps, shaking his head.
“I’ll win you over some day, Stacy Campbell,” he said to her as he went
inside.
“I suspect you will,” Stacy said softly after she was sure Tom was inside.
She then walked to her car and as she prepared to unlock the door a hand
came from out of nowhere and grabbed her. Stacy gasped and quickly turned to
see who it was.
“Hello Stacy,” Daniel said.
“Who the hell are you?” Stacy asked, her voice quaking with fear.
“I’m nobody of importance,” Daniel replied, “I’m just someone who’s been
watching you Stacy.”
“Look just take my money and get out of here, please leave me alone.”
“Oh I don’t want your money,” Daniel stated, “I’m here for something
else.”
“Oh my God, please....no,” Stacy pleaded, “There are policeman in that
building over there, all I have to do is scream and they’ll be here to help
me.”
“But you don’t want to scream, do you Stacy?” Daniel asked as Stacy stared
into his shining blue eyes.
“No,” she whispered and she was even more frightened when she realized
that she wasn’t lying. As she continued to stare into his eyes she began to
feel her fear and resistance disappear, she felt her pussy moisten as he began
to run his hands over her body.
Daniel unzipped Stacy’s jacket and ran his hands up her shirt, cupping her
breasts under the lace of her bra. Stacy moaned in pleasure and she felt her
nipples tighten from his touch.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her only thoughts revolving about how
much she wanted this stranger to rip off her clothes and fuck her right on top
of her car. But she sensed there was something he needed right now more than
sex, and she wanted to give it to him very badly. With a moan she tilted her
neck so Daniel could have better access to it
“Good girl,” Daniel hissed, there would be time for sex later, after Stacy
had joined his family. Right now he was so very hungry. He tilted his head
back and felt his fangs extend and he moved toward her jugular.
“Hey Stacy,” Tom said as he popped out of the building yet again, “I
couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know-”
All of a sudden Tom saw Stacy leaning against her car, her face contorted
in ecstasy and a guy hovering over her. Tom couldn’t see what was going on,
but something inside him told him that this was not right, not right at all.
“HEY!” Tom shouted as he ran for the car, unholstering his gun as he got
there , “GET OFF OF HER!!!!”
Daniel hissed loudly at this interruption and before Tom got close enough,
he took off into the night. With his influence over Stacy broken, she slumped
to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
“His eyes, his eyes...” she wailed as Tom took her into his arms and tried
to comfort her.
“WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE!!!” Tom shouted toward the building causing
uniformed officers to rush out to the scene. “Call an ambulance!” Tom
commanded one of the officers, “He took off down there, go after him. He’s
wearing a long black coat.”
“I couldn’t help myself...” she said as tears streamed down her face.
“It’s all right,” Tom said gently, “He’s gone. He’s not going to hurt
you.”
“I just couldn’t help myself,” Stacy softly repeated before she passed
out.
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As Daniel sat on a rooftop, rage gripped his body. The interruption by
that detective was not going to go unpunished. If only he’d stayed behind, a
quick slash and he could have decapitated that man before he even knew what
had hit him. He had fucked up, let an opportunity pass.
But that was a mistake that Daniel was not about to repeat ever again. He
would take Stacy’s body and soul soon and no one would stop him. But now
there were other matters that needed to be taken care of. He was still hungry
and his failure before made the bloodlust grip him even harder.
At that moment an answer seemed to present itself as a lone female walked
out of a nearby building. He looked into her mind and saw all that he needed
to know: Mary Lassiter, age 26, single, beautiful yet repressed. With glee,
Daniel saw that she was of all things a Catholic school teacher. Oh this was
going to be extra fun. He felt his cock grow hard underneath his clothes
because of the promise this selection held. Daniel leapt from the rooftop and
landed a short distance in front of her.
As Mary walked toward the parking garage she kept her car in, she
chastised herself for staying so late. She’s promised her parents that she’d
be at their apartment for dinner at 7:00, and here it was almost seven
already. There just had been so many papers to grade and she hated lugging
papers home. Plus she found if she brought things home she’d always find some
reason to procrastinate on her work.
She felt a little nervous walking the streets. Her friends had warned her
to take some kind of protection with her, but she certainly wasn’t going to
hold onto any kind of weapon. As a compromise, she carried a can of pepper
spray, but she had never used it and hoped that she never would. After all
she’d been working at the school for three years now and nothing remotely
dangerous had ever happened. She was almost at the garage when a man stepped
out from the shadows directly into her path.
“Tell me Mary, have you ever been fucked in an alleyway?” Daniel asked.
“What?” she squeaked, the man had appeared out of nowhere. He knew her
name, how did he know her name?
“You heard me,” Daniel calmly repeated, “Have you ever been fucked in an
alleyway?”
“Please leave me alone,” Mary said, panic running into her voice as she
tried to walk around Daniel only to have him block her path.
“No, not until you answer my question.”
With that, Mary reached into her purse, grabbed her pepper spray, and
sprayed Daniel with all the force she could. He flinched and Mary took the
opportunity to run. Unfortunately, Daniel was too quick for her and he pushed
her into an alley.
“Don’t do that!” he hissed.
“I’m sorry,” Mary gasped, her entire body shaking with fear, “Don’t hurt
me.”
“Mary,” Daniel sighed as he gently brushed her cheek, “I’m not here to
bring you any pain, only the sweetest pleasure imaginable.”
Mary began to feel a little bit of calm start deep within her. Something
about his eyes told her that this man was to be trusted. But she still knew
that she was in terrible danger.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” she pleaded, tears beginning to form,
“Just please don’t hurt me.”
“I believe I asked you a question earlier,” Daniel stated, “I’d like an
answer.”
“No,” Mary whispered as she began to stare into Daniel’s eyes, the calm
inside her growing with every second.
“Do you want to get fucked in an alley?” Daniel asked.
“No!” Mary cried, “Let me go!” Out of the corners of her eyes she saw
people walking past the alley but Daniel had pushed her so far in that they
didn’t see her and when she tried to scream she couldn’t.
“You want to scream, don’t you?”
Mary could only shake her head yes.
“But I don’t want you to, it would make me very angry if you did. So you
don’t want to scream anymore, do you?”
Mary shook her head no as she kept staring into Daniel’s eyes. She no
longer wanted to scream, she was beginning to trust this man and she felt
longings begin to grip her... sexual longings.
Daniel began to caress Mary’s face and when his hand dropped to gently
stroke her breasts through her clothes she didn’t protest.
“You are so beautiful,” Daniel said as he removed Mary’s beret and let her
blonde hair fall free, “And yet to repress yourself to please a man who got
himself nailed to a cross. Why do you do that?”
“Because he is good...” Mary softly cried, “And you are not. No matter
what you do to me, no matter what you make me feel, you can never shake my
faith.”
“He won’t come to help you now, Mary” Daniel said as he moved his hand
between Mary legs, eliciting a moan from the young teacher, “He couldn’t even
save himself when it was time. Open your mind to me, Mary. I can show you
such wonderful things.”
“Nooooo,” she cried, but her will was weakening rapidly as Daniel
unbuttoned her coat and pulled up her dress to her waist, he moved his free
hand to her pussy and felt the dampness. He was making her feel so good, but
she knew he was evil, she knew she had to resist.
But as he pulled her panties down and began to slowly finger fuck her she
looked into his eyes again. As she felt them pierce her brain she knew her
fight was over. Mary’s will bent to his and she let the feelings of lust that
had been building up flow freely.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she spoke
words she had previously been embarrassed to even think about, “I need you
inside me. You’ve made my pussy so wet.”
“Good girl,” Daniel said a deep smile forming on his face. He loved it
when they put up a fight, it made it more fun to turn them. He stripped off
his pants and let his rock hard cock spring into the air. Almost immediately,
Mary got on her knees and took it into her mouth. As she sucked Daniel’s
cock, the taste of the proverbial forbidden fruit made the lust continue to
light her body on fire. She had never felt this good before and she never
wanted it to stop.
Though he loved the tongue play of the inexperienced woman, Daniel
realized that he had to hurry before someone came into the alley. He pulled
Mary up, a look of disappointment crossing her face at the interruption of her
first blow job, but she began to smile again when Daniel ripped her blouse and
bra off, freeing her heavy tits. He sucked on her nipples, biting each of
them and sending a mix of slight pain and heavy pleasure to Mary.
“Mmmmm so fucking good,” Mary sighed, “Make me cum, I need it so bad.”
With that Daniel leaned Mary up against the wall, pulled down her panties,
spread her legs, and began fucking her hard. She was no virgin, a night in
college that Mary had been ashamed of for years had taken care of that, but
she had never been taken like this and she loved every second of it.
Her pussy was getting wetter with every thrust and she began to orgasm.
Knowing that discovery could be disastrous, she muffled her screams. Then
when the orgasm hit her she felt such pleasure that she was afraid her brain
would explode. Looking into her Master’s eyes she saw what he wanted and
tilted her neck for him.
“Take me Master,” she moaned, “I am yours.”
Daniel buried his fangs into Mary’s neck, drinking freely as he felt his
own orgasm arrive. He shot his seed into his willing victim as he drank his
fill. Soon he began to feel her life begin to slip away and he cut himself
right above his breast.
“Drink,” he commanded and she did taking as much of her master’s blood as
she could before she fell to the ground dying.
“Help me, master,” Mary gasped.
“Just relax Mary,” Daniel said as he redressed himself, “Let your life go,
soon you will have the powers of a Goddess. I will return for you.”
“I love you,” Mary as her mortal life ended. She slumped over, a small
trail of Daniel’s blood dribbling from her chin.
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The rest of the day had turned up nothing more and it was a frustrated and
exhausted Chris Foster that returned to his apartment. Inside he found a note
from Amy.
“Dear Dad,” it read, “Out with friends, back before eleven. Luv Ya, Amy.”
“Great, now who am I going to complain to?” Chris asked the empty
apartment. Amy could be trusted not to do anything to get herself hurt so
Chris knew when she said she’d be back by eleven, she meant it. Meanwhile,
seeing an opportunity, Chris left his apartment, walked across the hall, and
knocked on Carol’s door.
When Carol opened it she saw a very disheveled Chris staring back at her.
His hear was mussed, his clothes looked like they were just hanging on him,
and he looked like he just wanted to curl up and die.
“Well hello, stranger,” she said.
“I have just had a really crappy day,” Chris sighed.
“Well the important thing is that you look good,” Carol joked, “Come on
inside, I think you need a shower.”
Chris smiled and walked inside, kissing Carol deeply as she shut the door
behind him.
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Man, Mary had been fun, Daniel thought to himself as he leapt from rooftop
to rooftop. He felt the strength her blood had given him, but he was still
hungry. The fight for Mary’s will had turned on his bloodlust more than usual
and apparently one feeding tonight was not going to satisfy it. He rested a
moment to think of the appropriate place to strike next when it all of a
sudden dawned on him that the best place to go was right nearby. He could
sense the whereabouts of his target and he took off after her. Throwing all
caution to the wind, he flew through the air toward his target.
He reached the area and when he spotted the building he didn’t waste any
time getting to it. This was something he’s been wanting to do for so long,
every night his dreams had seemed to follow this exact pattern. He shoved
open the door to the trailer he had arrived at and looked with ultimate
satisfaction at a very surprised Sandra Bullock.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
“Hello Sandra,” Daniel said as he walked toward her, licking his lips in
anticipation...
TO BE CONTINUED
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