Posted by NBabe on September 24, 1999 at 21:10:15:
It wasn’t a fit night out for man or beast, the new millennium had started and we thought we were all so sophisticated and smug in our technological society of the 21st century. It is the year 2014, March 23rd to be exact and a rainy and cold night in LA. Ever wonder when you were all alone in the darkness if things like ghosts and goblins and vampires exist?
No, you are too intelligent and advanced to fear those things that go bump in the night like they did in years long ago. Yet, are you absolutely sure you don’t believe? Sit in the dark with just the light of your monitor to protect you from the evil that surrounds you and read the following Lord Byron poem and related story.
“I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went-and came, and brought no day,
and men forgot their passions in the dread
of this their desolation; and all hearts
were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:
and they did live by watchfires-and the thrones,
the palaces of crowned kings-the huts
the habitations of all things which dwell,
were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
the waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
the moon, their mistress, had expired before;
the winds were withered in the stagnant air,
and the clouds perished; Darkness had no need
of aid from them--She was the Universe”
Simeon Granville walks the wet streets. The rain has stopped for the moment and his footfalls make a sharp thumping sound as his hard heals hit the damp pavement of a dark alley. He is a handsome man, nearly 6’3” tall and quite muscular. He has a pale complexion and blonde hair and deep blue eyes that seem to have a hypnotic effect. He walks to the center of an alley and turns to enter a door into one of the clubs, which dot this part of LA.
He walks to the bar and orders a drink and drops the payment plus a tip on the bar for the tender. He then stands at the bar and watches the crowd as he sips his drink. A blonde girl captures his gaze. She is around 24 and medium height with auburn hair. She wears a white minidress with a seam about 10 inches above her knees.
The fabric which stretches over her ample breasts and shows her nipples through the fabric clings to her flat stomach. Simeon chuckles to himself thinking of how the braless breasts would look when uncovered. As she dances, her breasts bounce and her nipples are obviously getting harder with the stimulation.
She walks over to the bar near Simeon and waits for the tender. “May I buy you a drink,” Simeon asks.
“Sure, I’d love it. My name is Lola.”
“I’m Simeon, happy to meet you, Lola”
“I’m happy to meet you too”
The tender brings Lola a red wine and she and Simeon continue talking. As they do, their eyes meet and his gaze captivates her. She feels she can not take her eyes off of him. His deep very dark blue eyes seem to almost shimmer and glow as his gaze into her eyes deepens.
“I would like for you to come and see my home” Simeon says in a deep voice
“I want that very much”
Simeon places his hand upon Lola’s arm and steers her toward the door stopping at the coat check stand to get her coat. He helps her put it on and they walk out the door and down the alley to his waiting car and driver. The driver opens the back door and they slip into the back seat as the driver closes the door then goes to enter the front and drive them off into the damp darkness.
LA has not fared well in the new century since the gangs obtained biological weapons in 2009 and the war of succession in 2012. Vast portions of the city still lay in wreckage as they drive through on their way to what were the Hollywood hills. Winding up a high hill toward centuries old Victorian Manor House, complete with gables and an iron fence surrounding it with sharply pointed ends.
The car stops long enough to drop them off and then pulls away out of sight. Lola clings to Simeon as they walk to the door. As he opens the door and allows her to enter first, she is surprised to see that the inside is lit entirely by candles. Simeon helps her out of her coat and hangs it on a rack near the door with his own.
They walk in as Lola looks around the hall and living room and marvels at all the old paintings and notices that there are no mirrors where she can check her appearance. She has a feeling of coldness and foreboding in the dark house, but in too entranced by Simeon’s eyes to run away.
“I must look a fright”
“Nonsense, you are very beautiful”
They stop in the living room and share a couple of more drinks while talking as her eyes become more and more attracted to his. His hand reaches and softly touches her cheek as he draws her to him and places a tender kiss upon her cheek. Soon they are entwined in a passionate kiss as his hand lowers the zipper on the back of her dress. Her own hands fumble at his shirt buttons.
Her dress and his shirt make a small heap on the floor as his skilled hands move over her back and his fingers hook in the elastic band of her panties and lower them over her hips as his mouth finds her nipples and breasts. They continue down her thighs and then drop to the floor around her feet. Her hands unbuckle his pants and she unbuttons the single button letting them open and then fall to the floor. His lips press to hers as he lifts her into his strong arms and carries her up a flight of stairs and down a hall into a bedroom.
He lays her on her back on a four-poster bed and removing his briefs, he climbs on the bed beside her. His manhood is fully erect and pulsing as he parts her knees and moves between them and spreads her labia slightly as it presses between them into her wet warmth.
She moans as her head rolls and her eyes scan the room still seeing the old painting but no mirrors and moaning as his hard shaft sinks deeper into her. His body begins to move and his shaft is force in and out of her depths as his mouth covers her left breast. She moans and her back arches as she feels him filling her wet channel sliding in and out of its slippery confines.
As he moves inside her, she feels a slight pain on the upper surface of her breast and looks down to see a few drops of blood. He quickly leans and licks them off and says, “I’m sorry, my love.” She just smiles as she feels the heat and pulsing of his love shaft inside her. Her hand reaches to rub and lightly squeeze his balls as her inner muscles squeeze his shaft as her whole being attempts to coax his warm cum to spew inside her and mix with her own juices.
“Soon, love,” he says.
“I want it all, “ she replies
He can feel her body shuddering in orgasm as he leans over her and squashes her firms breasts with his chest his hips moving and driving him deeply as he licks her neck. His saliva almost like an anaesthetic so that she hardly feels the two piercings of her soft skinned neck as she turns her head. They break through the skin and into the jugular vein just under it and her crimson blood begins to flow into his mouth and throat just as his hot cum enters her vagina.
She moans and her back arches as her hips move with his as several more gobs are spewed into her as more and more of her blood is drained into him. She feels her head lighten and her body weaken as she is drained more. Her head spins as her heart begins to pound harder, enough to cause pain as there is little left to pump. His mouth covers her soft neck until her movements stop and her eyes stare into the distance.
He lays on her dead body for a while letting his cum drain into her and then raises as his hands trace her body in admiration. From her flat belly to her firm breasts and still hard nipples as his shaft is still surrounded by her still warm and wet vagina. He lays and fondles and kisses her body until it cools and as dawn approaches, he picks up her dead body and carries it down to the basement and lays her in a stone crypt about 7 feet by 7 feet, and gets in beside her. Three large men soon come and place a cover over them.
They return the next evening and open the crypt then leave, having left some clothing nearby. Simeon arises and dresses and looks to the crypt and some noise and moaning and sees Lola “awakening”. He helps her out and she dresses and looks at him as she smiles, exposing two extended canine teeth, which some would call fangs.
“I’m hungry” she says.
“I’m going out, I will bring you something” Simeon replies.
“I’m going too”
Simeon reaches out grabbing her ample breasts and picks her up and throws her into a nearby wall. “You will wait here and do as you are told and I will bring you something, OR I will rip your insides out and adorn the fence outside with them to dry in the sun”
Lola cowers and understands who is the master and who is now the subservient. Simeon goes out this night and the next and each time, just has he had with Lola, he brings home a woman. They share some drinks, she becomes lost in his gaze, and then they share an everlasting love. Soon, Simeon is sharing the crypt with three. Three of what were very nubile and sexy women.
Lola the first, She was joined the next night by Rena. Rena has short brunette hair and smaller breasts than Lola. She is only 5’2, but has the curves that tell a man that she is definitely a woman. On the next night, Chris joined them. She is a tall longhaired blonde with emerald eyes. Long smooth legs, a flat belly and large breasts mark her assets.
For a time, Simeon appears to be satisfied with the “harem” of three he has assembled in his family of blood. They sleep by day all cuddled together in their large crypt and by night they have group sex and devour the blood of young men and women they pick up around the town, leaving the bodies to be destroyed by the sun in the woods beyond the house.
~~~~Two years later~~~~
Simeon has left the girls to go to his ancestral home in the Carpathians. He is to be gone for several months and they are to maintain the residence in LA. What had not been counted upon is that the girls have been lazy in their choice of hunting places and have hunted in the same one too many times, raising the suspicion of several young men.
James, his brother Frank, and their friend Werner, has each had girls, and boys they know disappear without a trace. Werner has called the brothers to come to meet him at his home. “Hi, Frank, James, the reason I wanted you to come here is that we have all had friends disappear in the past few months to never be seen again. The only clue seems to be that each was last seen in a bar with a gorgeous woman and the only thing anyone seems sure about is how beautiful the women’s eyes were. “
The brothers acknowledge him and admit they think it a bit strange. “What do you make of it”
“I know what my ancestors said when the same type of thing happened back in Romania in the reign of Prince Simeon, back about 1754. They said it was VAMPIRES!”
“Vampires, you don’t really believe in them do you” asks frank.
“Yes, I do.”
James looks at his brother and Werner, “Let’s hear him out”
“A lot of the disappearances have taken place from that club down on the alley off Mulholland drive. I think we should stake it out and follow any beautiful women who pick up anyone and leave with them and see what becomes of it”
The brothers nod and that evening they begin their vigil. Two night pass before they see an auburn haired beauty enter the club. Frank goes in and hears her as she introduces herself to a young man at the bar as “Lola”. He watches them leave and enter a car as he signals his brother and friend to come. They drive with the lights out following the car into the hills.
They watch as the two go inside and the driver leaves. They wait outside for several hours until they see the three women leaving and dragging the body of the young man off into the woods. They follow and watch as they lean him sitting against a tree. His chest has a gapping hole where his heart use to be and his throat is ripped to shreds. The girls quickly head back toward the house.
“How are we going to deal with them? “ James asks.
“God, we have to kill them or they will keep killing, who knows how many they have done or will do.” Frank adds.
“Well, according to one of my ancestors books I was reading, a vampire may be drowned in running water, may be killed by a stake through the heart or decapitation, or by the rays of the sun. We will have to strike before dawn. The later in the night and closer to sunrise, the weaker they become.”
The brothers nod.
They have about 2 hours to sunrise and cross the road to the house. Entering they quickly search and find the large crypt in the basement. The three together lift the lid and move it off the crypt. They stop for a second to admire the bodies of the three naked beauties laying entwined within in a deep twilight sleep.
They grab Rena, lifting her brunette tressed head as the stuff a gag in her mouth before she awakens and manacle her hands behind her. They carry her up the stairs and out to a tree beside the house where they throw a rope over a low branch and put a loop around her soft neck as her eyes open. They pull the rope until her feet dangle about 3 inches off the ground as her body twists, turns and squirms on the end of the rope as it bites into her soft flesh. There is already a burn under it around her neck.
Her feet twitch and her legs move like she is dancing on air as they leave her twisting and turning on the end of the rope. They re-enter the basement and drag Lola out next. Their hands feel her firm body as they pull her out of the crypt and over to a 6-inch square wood pillar supporting the beam above. They lift her onto her toes and as her eyes are opening, they stretch her arms out and up and nail her hands to the oak beam above.
She shrieks as blood flows down her arms and her fangs snap at the air as her head moves rapidly side to side. They can not help fondling her breasts and flat belly. James finds two pieces of 1/1 about a foot long. He sharpens one end of each into a point as she squirms ripping the holes in her hands a little bigger.
He brings the stakes and a hammer and sticks the point of one into her navel. He has his brother grab her hair and make her watch as he depresses the skin with it and then pulls back the hammer and pounds the stake into her belly. Her navel is destroyed as the stake is driven through her guts and out her back pushing her from the pillar.
“We could just leave her here, and let her squirm”
“No, She might get loose and survive. Vampires have amazing powers of healing.”
James nods as he hands the hammer to Werner and with his now free hand, surrounds her breast and puts the second point against her large nipple. He nods and Werner drives the stake through her breast making her large nipple disappear. He grinds the stake inside her as she shrieks and then pulls it out holding it against the skin in the center of the valley between her breasts as Werner swings again and shatters her sternum as the stake breaks through it and pierces her heart.
She shudders and trembles for a few minutes as her remaining blood drains from her massive wounds, until her now calm face with its fixed gaze leans forward on her chest her dead eyes looking down on the holes that have been punctured in her.
The men then go to the crypt and the last of the Vampire girls. She is the blonde, Chris, the most beautiful of all.
“I’d like some of that” Says james.
The other two agree and point out that they have over an hour yet until sunrise. As they pull her out of the crypt she begins to awaken from her deep sleep and to squirm as they lay her on the floor, James and Frank stretching out her arms and holding her down as Werner gets on his knees beside her with the hammer in his hand. He raises it as her eyes open and drives it down smashing her left kneecap and breaking the end of her femur. He quickly does the same to the right leg.
She screams as her eyes open wide and hisses as she tries to bite them, the brothers using all their strength to hold her as Werner smashes the hammer into her right shoulder and then left smashing the end of her humerus and breaking her shoulders. They stand as she squirms helpless on the floor and take a deep breath as they pick her up and place her face down over the edge of the crypt. The edge of the crypt pressing against her flat belly.
Each takes his turn getting behind her and driving into her vagina from behind as they reach around and grasp her large breasts until they expend their seed within her. After finishing with her, they pick her up placing her legs in the crypt and arching her back over the edge of the crypt.
Werner picks up a scythe off the workbench and swings it twice. The first slices deep into her belly allowing her viscera to bulge through the slit and the second almost severing her right breast. He raises it one more time and swings. The three men a sprayed with blood as they hear the dull thud as Chris’s head hits the floor cushioned by her blonde hair. Blood pours from her belly and neck as her body slides back into the crypt. Her head rolls out on the floor until it is looking at Rena’s dead body.
The men move back up the stairs and notice a decidedly warmer feeling as they reach the door. They go out seeing Rena still turning in the breeze her body still twitching. As the pale red sun breaks over the horizon and it’s rays reach her tender body, they see huge boils appear and break open as the skin melts and burns from her body until nothing is left of the soft skinned beauty except some fine dust which blows away in the breeze.
Exhausted, the men get in their car and drive off. They feel they have avenged their friends and that the curse of the vampires is now ended. They go to their separate homes to collapse in their warm beds and try to forget what they have seen and done this night.
So when you see that old house in the Hollywood hills, and tell tales of ghosts and vampires and ghouls around a campfire, don’t be so sure they don’t really exist. After all, would you really like to go in that dark old house that has been deserted. Do you think maybe it is haunted by the ghosts of the three vampire girls, or maybe their victims? Or, do you still not believe in vampires?
What’s that you say?
Do I believe in Vampires?
Of course I do, but then my brother Werner and I and all the rest of the van Helsing family have a long history of believing in vampires that goes back hundreds of years. That is why I always carry my rosary and wear a cross on a chain around my neck. You never can be too careful you know.
“Oh, what did you say your name was”
“Simon? Well has anyone ever told you, that you have the most beautiful blue eyes?
The End?