Posted by NBabe on October 20, 1999 at 21:03:14:
I like this poem about vampirism, but unfortunately don’t remember who wrote it or I would give them credit. Yes I know the mirror part is against conventional wisdom toward vampires, BUT who can say totally what the nature of vampires really is. Hell most people don’t even believe in them.
Dreams of a vampiress
Night, like a black veil descends now
Embracing the world around me.
I sleep, yet do not ... your presence is near.
You invade my every dream...
Even when I am awake.
You walk ... nearly float, sensuous, exotic, unearthly
Each step drives my heart against my chest.
Your eyes, sensuous, beckoning draw me
They dance.
I stir, dark desires, fought with prayers
Burn within my very soul.
A sound, sweet words falling over ruby lips
Caress my heart, my mind, and my soul.
Long silky hair swirl over ivory shoulders.
Your smile, sensuous lips curl slowly ... revealing
Long, Pointed, Sharp, White, Glistening.
I rise; ivory arms reach out, beckoning
And pull me to your breasts.
Drifting now, I float freely on a sea of desires,
My heart pounding, my flesh burning against yours.
Our lips touch ... yours move slowly.
A kiss ... sharp with the pleasure of pain...
against my throat...
And then you are gone...
Night's Children now return to sleep
I fight against the gloom as I wake ... reaching...
But alas, I wake only to your absence.
Dori Jennings is a young career woman in the 90's. She has many fantasies and dreams, which she attributes to her mostly, unfulfilled life. She is so busy trying to impress those above her that she just does not have time for things like fun and male companionship and many other things. Lately she has been having some strange dreams, which both trouble and arouse her. Tonight, she is alone as is her usual condition. She is unaccustomedly frivolous in her attitude as she looks at her image in a mirror after her shower.
Geesh Dori, you really aren't that bad looking. Sure you have small boobs, but they are real and the upturn nicely and the nipples are really cute and hard when you are aroused. Too bad that doesn't happen real often. I was feeling good about myself and my looks that night but not about the track in life that I seem to have put myself upon. I can remember looking at myself and running my hands over my cool smooth skin and thinking that for once, I wish I had a man to do that duty for me.
I can remember going and laying alone on my big bed and closing my eyes and my hands and fingers touched the places I longed to be touched. I can barely remember how hot and wet that my thighs and crotch were getting as my hand moved along that area. Cool fingers separating hot wet labia and becoming wet as they rub up and down my woman’s slit, as my fingertip teases the opening that is trying to suck it into its hot wet depths.
Then there were my nipples, small, rock hard and oh so sensitive. I wished I had someone with me to suck and lick them and to fill his mouth with my tit sucking the whole of it at one time. Hmmm, it feels so good to spread the warm liquid from my groin over my nipples to lubricate my fingertip’s movement. My brunette hair although short was sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel my warm buttocks squirm on the cool sheets under me. I longed to feel a weight on me and wrap my legs around a warm body.
I don't really remember going to sleep, but I do remember what seemed like a dream. I least I think it was a dream. Well hell it had to be it couldn't be true. I can remember it most vividly though. I remember how I was looking out into the darkness of a dimly lit street from what appeared to be a narrow alleyway. I seemed to be waiting for something but I didn't know what at first but then I remember seeing this girl coming down the street toward me. I also remember thinking, "I know that girl…I want that girl”
It was Vicky Rowlenda from my office. She is a secretary downstairs in the pool and gorgeous. She has long blonde hair to mid back and large round pendulous breasts that jiggle and bounce in her sweaters at work and even more so as I see her walking toward me in this "dream". She is wearing a bikini bra and very tight jean shorts with a pair of sandals. I keep thinking it is the heat of the night that is making me feel so warm. As she draws closer, I feel this strange feeling inside me. A hunger and gnawing at my insides.
Actually, it was two kinds of hunger, one for the body and another I did not fully understand. I remember how it seems like she did not see me even though her emerald eyes appeared to be looking directly at me. She turns into the alley and walks past my position. As she does, I reach out and grab her hair with one hand and putting the other hand over her mouth. Yanking her body violently against my own my small tits and hard nipple drilling against her smooth back.
Then the strangest thing, the yearning in me was so strong that I found myself opening my mouth and pressing it over her silky smooth neck and the next thing I remember I tasted a sweet, yet salty and metallic taste in my mouth. It was warm and after a few seconds I realized it was her blood. I swallowed and blood flowed down my throat into my stomach----and I liked it. As I sucked harder on her neck my hand pushed up her bra and fondled her big firm tit.
I was shocked it was so firm and her nipple was so hard like what I was doing was arousing her. It was so warm and so firm and quivering, as was her belly as I looked down. Her knees were buckling as she sank to the asphalt surface of the alley out of sight of the entrance on either end. My hand moved to her side as she weakened and I pushed her on down to her back as my hand moved onward to her quivering belly. Sounds like moans of pleasure were coming from her. How could she be enjoying this? It had to hurt for my teeth to penetrate her neck and she was so weak from blood loss.
My hand unhooked her shorts and opened them and I reached down inside. I can't believe how wet and hot she was. I released my lock on her neck and remember taking two more bites of her. One of them penetrated the top and bottom of her left tit drawing a fair amount of blood I could not keep myself from lapping up. The second penetrated her belly taking a chunk from it just above the navel, which I spit out, on the ground between her trembling and twitching legs. More blood, more drinking I could feel its warmth on my face and neck as I drank her crimson fluid.
My eyesight seemed especially good for a girl that wears glasses normally. I could see her contorted face and how she squirmed blood-soaked on the alley asphalt with a pool of crimson forming under her. I realized I am a vampiress. I could think of nothing now except going home and getting away before i'm seen. I look back at Vicky as I walk away seeing her squirm and tremble but slowing by the second. I know within a very few minutes she will be dead.
I return home, hoping this dream will end. I go to the first floor bathroom and disrobe and take another shower. I now just want to get Vicky's blood off of me before anyone can come and catch me with it. As I get out and dry and wrap a towel around myself, I hear the doorbell ring. I go to the door and ask who it is. It is Marty Van a voice returns. I look through the peephole and see it truly is Marty from the bar down the street. What do you want I say? You, he tells me. My thighs are beginning to get hot with desire for him. I have watched him a long time. He has very black hair and brown puppy dog eyes. He is both tall and cute.
I open the door and he steps into my hallway. We look in each other eyes and are both filled with desire. He walks with me into the living room. He is carrying a small leather satchel. It has things he will need later, he tells me and that he is afraid someone will steal them as his car door does not lock. He embraces me and his lips cover mine as his tongue pokes between my full lips to entangle with mine. My nipples are instantly rock hard and I can feel the fluids rising in my pussy and covering the folds around my dark wet opening.
I melt into his arms as his hands move down my back and cup on the cheeks of my rounded ass. Before long they grasp and squeeze the bare skin as he has lifted the bottom of my towel. My hands are quickly pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoning it. Then shoving it off of him to the floor. Then his belt is unbuckled and his pants unhooked and let drop. He easily untucks the towel around me letting it drop as his warm hands roam my cool skin.
He crushes my tits to his chest as he fondles my tits and whispers in my ear asking where the bedroom is. I nod toward a door too overcome with passion to speak. He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom and to the bed. He climbs onto the bed and on top of me as I claw at his briefs pulling them down and letting his enormous hard cock spring free. He kisses my tits; neck and chest as I spread my legs and help guide that big throbbing rod into my hot, wet, hungry pussy.
I gasp and my eyes open wide as he slips into my wet slippery cavern. His cock stretches me as he enters sending shockwaves through my body as he plows deep into me until his pubic bone grinds on my swollen clit. He begins a slow in and out drilling of my depths with this hot throbbing shaft. It feels like a firebrand inside my tunnel as his speed gradually increases. Driving deep and hard while his groin drives into mine punishing my tender clit with its sweet battering. I moan, groan, and lowly growl like some animal in heat.
My ass rises off the bed and his thrust into me drives it down deep into the mattress. I can hear myself screaming in ecstasy as I orgasm and his cock seems to expand then I feel his hot sticky cum shooting into me coating my vagina with its creamy stickiness. He collapses on top of me and I savor his weight between my legs. After a half-hour or so of his caresses while still inside me, he withdraws and starts to get up. Saying he is just going to get something and will be back for more of me.
I tell him to hurry and my mind is filled with the pleasures his body has given mine thus far. I can feel another feeling though. The other hunger again rising inside me. I have to fight it and not surrender to it. It has been so very long since I was fucked like this that I can't give into this other hunger now. I must fight it that is all there is to it, I just must. Marty returns and has his satchel. I look at him confused, and asked why he needed it. I remember thinking it looks strange almost round about 6 inches in diameter and 2 feet long with a small outer pocket.
He tells me he has something for me and begins to open the small pocket. He tells me to close my eyes and I do. Suddenly, I am feeling a searing sensation more painful than anything I ever have felt. My eyes rapidly open wide and I look at the source of pain between my small upthrust boobs. There is a small gold cross lying on my skin and burning my flesh a deep red with a pain beyond pain. I am paralyzed; I can move nothing but my eyes. I can't scream or even squirm.
My mind is exploding with pain. Why is he doing this? Then I hear Marty tell me that his real name is Marty Van Helsing and that he is a vampire slayer that has been tracking me for months. He tells me Vicky was his partner and girlfriend and to free her soul he must kill me.
I see him take a wooden stake from his satchel. It is about 18 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. It has one end that has been sharpened to a point. He holds it in one hand and a hand sledge in the other. I feel a small twinge of pain on my belly about two inches above the navel. I look down and see the skin of my belly depressed by the point.
He pushes the stake harder and I feel it prick the skin and some warmth trickle across my belly. I can see him raise the sledge and drive it down onto the stake. The pain is enormous, filling my brain with its sensation. I want to scream but can't. My muscles feel like they are totally contracted as he strikes the stake again and I can feel it grind and slash through my guts. Its point hits one of my ribs in the back then slide off and with another strike, the stake exits the soft skin of my back and goes about 5 inches into the mattress.
I can feel a warm pool on my belly and small trickles down my sides and one that fills my navel then flows down to my pubic hair and finally down either side of my woman's folds. He then slides the bed over in front of my east facing window and removes the heavy blackout curtains from it. I can only think of getting to the coffin in the windowless bedroom next door. His voice almost hisses as he lifts the cross from between my tits. He tells me he knows the stake will not kill me, but that soon the rising sun will.
Movement is returning as I begin to squirm and twitch on the bed to which I am effectively nailed. My back arches sliding me up and down the stakes shaft causing more pain. Before he leaves, he raises the sledge once more and driving it into my left knee, shattering it so that I can not use it for leverage to free myself, then once more shattering my right knee; I am helpless to do anything but squirm.
I am weak from blood loss, too weak to even scream. My thighs twitch violently and quiver as my arms’ movements are beyond my command.
He puts everything back in his bag and I hear him depart. I squirm hopelessly on the bed my eyes can see each minute change on the large digital clock on the dresser. The minutes slowly change as I twitch and shudder my blood flowing from my belly mixing with his cum on my groin as the time of the sun rise slowly approaches. The sky is already brightening. It is a welcome sight to many but spells disaster for me. Three minutes more to go, the sky is very bright.
The first rays are approaching and as they begin to touch my skin a pain even greater than the stake fills me as my skin begins to burn and as the sun is fully on me, my skin and blood feel as though they are boiling and reaching a temperature where it will melt. My once pretty face, neck, tits, belly, and legs begin to blister and the blisters break open as my mind slips further, further, further yet, until it and my wide open staring eyes are totally in DARKNESS!!!!
Epilogue
Is it possible for a persons dreams and fantasies to take over their lives? Was Dori's real life so hum drum that her fantasy of vampirism became real? Regardless of what we think, she is dead. At least the police think so. Her blood soaked bed was found in front of her window with some ashes mixed in the blood. No other trace of her although those who moved her possessions from her apartment wondered why she had completely boarded the windows in one room so that no light or even air could enter. And why was this small pile of dirt under the bed in that room. The case is being kept open since no body was found, but the detectives working it are not doing it very actively now that 6 months have passed and no trace of the body and no hint of what was the murder weapon have been found.
The strange thing is. What looked to be blood, isn't human. As a matter in fact, it is not the blood of any known species of animal. It most closely resembles that of the vampire bat although it is not an exact match. Well at least the detective’s load has lifted some, there was another girl killed the night Dori disappeared, the 8 Th in as many weeks, but now all these months later there have been no more. Since the earliest dawn of man, we have wondered what evil dreadful things lurked in the darkness. It seems that answer is still not totally solved.