Blood, Lust and Love

by Sheri Velarde

  Francois was hesitant to bite, but knowing that it would comfort both of them if he gave in. As he drank, without the distraction of lust or hunger, he could truly see into Jackie’s soul, see that not only was she telling the truth, that she was ready to abandon her current life for one of immortality with him; but that she was an old soul, one that knew what she was getting into and who would make the transition just fine. All of this calmed him, but there was something there that confused him too, something that felt familiar to him. He pulled back and broke their connection, not wanting to take too much blood this time, wanting to save that moment for under the sun, the last sun that Jackie would see for many ages.

  As he sat there, apparently pondering all that he had learned from her blood, Jackie got worried. He was too quiet. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t you see that I’m fine? That I’m not in denial? I thought that you would see that in my blood, trust me I am going to be okay after you turn me. Just say something.”

  Shaking himself out of his memories, he took her hand, “Remember how I talked about fate bringing us together? I was more than right, there is something familiar in you, something that drew me to you. I think that I have known your spirit before, that we are somehow connected in the past. I could taste that in your blood just now, taste the sameness, taste the memory. It’s like you have the essence of my former maker, which would mean that you have returned to me in my time of loneliness and need. I have no doubts about what you said, we are meant to be. Tomorrow during the eclipse I will change you with no questions on my heart.”

  At this Jackie relaxed and straddled him. “Well in that case, I think it time that we celebrate my last night as a mortal, don’t you?”

  She took charge and kissed him passionately, rubbing herself against his quickly hardening cock, her full breasts moving against his chest, begging to be sucked. He bent his head to oblige, first sucking and biting one nipple and then moving to the next, each time piercing the skin and taking quick sips, just to tease them both. Jackie slipped him inside of her and began to ride him, pumping him faster and harder into her, making them both scream with delight. Francois reversed their positions, throwing Jackie beneath him so that he could push further into her, push them both closer to their climaxes. He moved faster and faster, and Jackie wanting him to be rougher still. Finally, just as the bed made sounds like it was going to break, they both screamed their releases.

  Just when she thought they were done, Francois lifted her arms above her head and suddenly she heard a click. “I found something very interesting while you were making your phone calls.”

  Jackie moved her arms and realized he had just handcuffed her to the bed. “These are left over from my last boyfriend.” She blushed slightly.

  “Well, I say we put them to good use, this will be the last night you won’t be able to easily break free from them. I better take advantage while I can.” With that Francois began to lick her body, start at her feet and working up. He licked her calves, the back of her knees, taking turn on each leg before he worked his way to her inner thighs. Here he paused and slowly bit, taking a sip and setting Jackie on fire.

  “Hmmm, I love the smell of you,” he said and slowly began to lick her clit, to slowly lick her cunt. He took his time, let her wiggle and moan before he truly began sucking. Once she came he could not bear to tease her anymore due to his own need. He got in between her legs and slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside her. He wanted to tease her more, but he wanted her too bad and immediately began fucking her into the bed. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up towards her head, trying to get deeper and deeper into her.

  All Jackie could do was yell for more. “Harder, please, harder.”

  Francois obliged. He had her ankles by her head and he fucked her as hard as he dared, forcing them both to explode. Having relieved some of his tension for the moment, Francois decided he could now pleasantly torment Jackie some more. Releasing her legs back down, he continued licking and sucking his way up her body to her luscious breasts. He really took his time fondling them, licking them, sucking them and biting them. Jackie was moaning and wiggling under him and he was already hard again. He got up, turned around and brought his cock to Jackie’s mouth. She needed no encouragement and immediately started licking, practically begging for it. He lowered himself and made sure she could take him in, then he began pumping, fucking her mouth as he leaned down and licked her, fucking her with his tongue. He came in her throat and pulled out, quickly finishing her off yet again and loving the sound of her screams.

  Francois collapsed onto Jackie and took off the handcuffs. “That was amazing. I hope I did not hurt you.”

  “Only in a good way. I can’t wait until I am like you, then you won’t have to worry, we will be equals.” Jackie sighed.

  “Tomorrow,” was all that he answered.

  The next twenty four hours went by in a blur. Jackie went and filled out the proper paperwork for leaving her job, contacted an agent to help sell her house, spoke with a few friends, telling the same lie over and over that she was going to a clinic in Switzerland which was a last ditch effort to treat her cancer. It was amazing how readily people bought the story. It seems that when people find out you have stage 4 cancer they are almost happy to hear that you are going out of the country, then they don’t have watch you die. More than ever Jackie was glad that she was not going to have to die with these people who were so dismissive of her. Francois was her family now, her support system, her future and she could not be happier. Francois went back to the hotel at night, picked up his things and convinced the desk clerk to let him pay even though he was not due to checkout for two more days. He and Jackie would be leaving as soon as they had people in place to finish Jackie’s affairs from afar. Things were running so smoothly that they would leave in a matter of days. It just proved what little life Jackie really has in Albuquerque.

  Finally the time for the eclipse arrived. Jackie put on a sexy black dress, getting into the mood. When she emerged from her room she noticed that Francois dressed nice for the occasion as well. She laughed. “Aren’t we the perfect silly pair, dressing up for something like this?”

  He walked over towards her. “This is a big occasion. Besides, we can’t walk outside naked, people might notice.” He bent down and kissed her.

  “You don’t think my neighbors might notice us sucking each other’s blood?”

  “Their eyes will be towards the sky for the most part. If they glance our way it will appear we are having an intimate moment.”

  “You mean we will just look like we are making out?” she laughed.

  “Yes, but I think your back yard is pretty secluded. We should have privacy and still see the ring of fire.” He answered and grabbed her hand. “The time is here, I can feel the sun’s powers are weakened. We have minutes before it gains its power over me again, over us. Are you ready my darling?”

  Without hesitation, she pulled him outside. “Yes.”

  For several moments Francois just looked up at the sun, smiling and soaking it in. “To feel the sun only every couple of decades, is the hardest part of this. Please, take your last look for you will not see the sun again for at least a hundred years my love.”

  “But you can go blind looking at the sun!” Jackie said.

  Francois laughed. “My blood can cure cancer, it can take care of any damage the sun does to your eyes. Trust me, you will always remember your last glimpse of the sun.”

  Jackie turned and looked up at the sun, only a ring of fire visible from behind the moon. “Wow that is quite a sight.”

  “Are you ready?” Francois asked as he bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.

  In answer Jackie turned her neck towards him, inviting him to take what was already his. Francois bent his head and bit. He drank and drank until she began to feel her head spinning and she began to weaken. Finally, just before she thought she was going to pass out, Francois stopped, brought out a small knife and cut his own throat. “Dri
nk my dear, drink deep.”

  Immediately Jackie started drinking and her strength returned and then some. Soon she could hear Francois’ heart hammering and as it weakened, she stopped. As she looked up at the sun, she saw that the eclipse was beginning to wane and the sun was growing stronger. Even though she felt no pain in her eyes looking at the sun, her skin began to burn yet she could not look away. Everything seemed wondrous with her new eyes.

  “Come, we have to get inside,” Francois said as he pulled her into the house.

  “Everything looks so different. I feel different. After your blood before I just felt super healthy, now I feel like a super hero! I can hear my neighbors talking from inside their house. I can hear your heart beating. Wow, I don’t even know what to concentrate on.” Jackie just looked around in wonder.

  “You will learn to focus, become accustomed to your new senses.” He took a moment and just looked at her. “You are a magnificent creature. You are going to become a fantastic immortal.” He yanked her towards him and crushed her mouth under his, kissing her with such need and passion that it seemed to consume them both.

  Surging with her new power, Jackie was just as forceful, pushing Francois down to the ground, this time ripping his clothes off of him, as well as her own, leaving them laying there in shredded fabric. She licked and nipped her way down his body, lingering at the nipples and working her way to his hard and throbbing cock. She took him into her mouth and sucked greedily, even nipping at it and making Francois scream with pain and pleasure. She smiled and almost purred, “I guess we can be as rough as we like now, right?”

  Grunting his approval, Francois pulled Jackie up and then threw her to the floor and pushed into her from behind, riding her hard and fast. The human Jackie would have felt pain from how harsh he was pushing into her and from the pounding into the floor, but the new Jackie only wanted more, arching her ass up into him, begging to be pounded. He reached around and brought them both to their knees so that he could fondle and pinch her breasts with one hand as he fingered her clit with the other, holding her as he continued to thrust fiercely into her. When Jackie came it was like an explosion had gone off inside of her. She had never felt anything so intense, it was like she was made up of nothing but nerve endings.

  She was panting but Francois was not done with her yet. He spun her around, pushed her back into the floor and entered her again roughly and full of need. He seemed to be thrusting faster and faster, way beyond human speed, getting closer and closer to his own release. About to scream again, Jackie bit into his shoulder and began drinking, Francois gave a shudder and then responded in kind, biting and drinking from her. The dual sensations sent them both over the edge and he actually shook when he exploded into her.

  They both stopped drinking and just looked at one another for a very long time, still lying on the hardwood floor. Finally Jackie spoke. “Well I think that I can get used to this every night for eternity, how about you?”

  Francois just laughed and kissed her, “Fate certainly did the right thing bringing me here, leading me directly to you. This is just the beginning of the pleasures we will experience over the years, just the beginning.”

  Jackie rubbed against him, loving the feel of him still inside her. “I am all for pleasure.”

  “Happy to oblige my darling, the beauty of being a creature that feeds on blood is a never ending supply to all parts of the body and since you are no longer human, no need to pretend or hold back anymore.” With that he began thrusting away again, more slowly, allowing them both to wallow in the joy.

  “What a way to start forever,” Jackie said as waves of pleasure overtook yet again.

  CURSE OF THE BLOOD

  Sheri Velarde

  Weary and looking forward to seeing home after so much time had passed, Melvil had decided to ride on through the night rather than stopping to rest like common sense dictated. He wanted to see his mother and sister, to sit by the fire and sleep in his own bed. He had spent too much time away from them in service to his king. His mount kept a steady pace, though he, too, was clearly tired from their journey. Thunder in the distance made him even warier of continuing, but the next settlement was far off and he refused to turn back and lose more time. Patience had never been one of his virtues, as his mother was fond of reminding him. Once the rain began to fall, Melvil just pulled his cloak tighter and continued on.

  Bundled up and lost in his thoughts, he almost didn’t see the shape of the woman on the side of the road. If a flash of lightning hadn’t illuminated the sky at that precise moment, Melvil’s entire existence would have been tremendously different. However, Melvil did see her crumpled form and being a man of noble blood and a chivalrous spirit, he stopped. He jumped off his steed and rushed to the aid of the prone woman. As he lifted her head, he noticed that she was a young, beautiful yet pale lady, probably of nobility herself, and she had no business being out here all alone. He looked around to see if any attendants were nearby, thinking, perhaps, that they had been ambushed. No one else was to be seen, so he called softly to the unconscious woman in his arms. “Mademoiselle. Can you hear me? Please wake up.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him in confusion. He gave a sigh of relief to see her conscious. “Are you injured?” She shook her head no. “Can you tell me your name?”

  Slowly her eyes began to clear. “Oui. My name is Honnor. Who are you? Where am I?”

  “You are on the side of the road on the way to Bouches-du-Rhône. I cannot find any travel companions. A woman of your standing should not be alone. Can you remember how you came to be here?”

  “No, one minute I was at my mentor’s and now I am here.” She seemed weak and confused. She closed her eyes in concentration. “It’s coming back. We were attacked. Rivals of his. They killed him before my eyes. They nearly drained me and left me here for the sun. They must have thought that no one would be on this road tonight. You have been sent here as my savior.”

  Melvil pulled back; she was not making sense. What was with the sun and being drained? Shock must be setting in, especially if she had really seen someone close to her murdered. Her strangeness made him nervous though. The added sense that he had inherited from his mother told him that he should flee, but he could not leave this defenseless and confused woman out here alone, his honor would not allow it. “Can you stand up? We need to get you someplace warm and dry. Maybe your head will clear then.”

  “I’m so weak. I need to feed,” she whispered, sitting up and moving closer to him.

  “We will find you food,” Melvil promised.

  “I must feed now.” She persisted, now so close that her lips brushed his throat while she spoke.

  “I will give you some of my rations, just let me get up.” The urge to get away from this woman became overwhelming.

  “There is no need for that.” Honnor murmured as she actually licked Melvil’s neck.

  A feeling of dread entered Melvil’s heart at the flick of her tongue. He tried to get up and put some distance between himself and this woman, but she had leeched herself to him so tightly that he could not pry her off. This slight creature was certainly stronger than she looked. Then he felt something stabbing him in his neck. It took a moment for Melvil to realize that Honnor had bitten him. He struggled in vain to get this vile beast off of him, but she latched on, sucking his blood with gusto. In a matter of moments he felt himself growing weak. The next thing he knew he was lying on the ground as she cradled him. Just as he lost consciousness he heard the demon above him whisper. “Do not worry my lovely savior, I will not kill you.” After that, all Melvil knew was blackness.

  * * * *

  Waking up felt like he was slowly swimming to the surface of a very deep lake, Melvil struggled with his mind that did not quite feel coherent. When he could finally open his eyes, Melvil looked around at a dark, dusty and deserted room that might have once been opulent. That grandeur was now nothing more than a memory. As the events of the night before came ru
shing back to him, he feared that he himself was nothing more than a memory as well. He sat up and looked around, searching for the one who must have brought him here, Honnor. Melvil now knew that she had to be one of the blood-sucking demons of whom his mother once spoke. His mother, he wondered if he would ever get to see her or his sister ever again and the thought brought tears to his eyes. His neck stung. He reached up and touched where he knew she had bitten him, but though it burned like fire to the touch, there were no marks that he could feel. Judging from the level of pain he felt at least he was still alive for the time being.

  That was when his tormentor walked in, smiling serenely, as if she had not ruined his life. “Good, you are awake. You are my first, I was afraid that I might have taken too much and given too little.” She came close to him and he flinched, moving as far away from her as he could, cowering in the corner of the room. She seemed sad and confused by his reaction. “Why are you afraid of me? I will not harm you now. I am your mother, after all.”

  “You are not my mother! My mother is a good woman, not some sort of demon spawn that goes around drinking the blood of the innocent and naive!” He spat.

  Honnor came closer, the hurt showing in her eyes. “I am your new mother now, your mother of darkness. I cannot help who I am, any more than you can now. I am the only one who can teach you and nurture you as you begin your new life. Your old mother will have nothing to do with you now. I am your only family and soon you will learn this. I can make you happier that you have ever been as soon as you awaken to the beauty and freedom of the new life that I have given you.”

  “I will never be happy with you or the fact that you turned me into something so evil and debase. Never.” Sadness filled Melvil, knowing that he had been wrong, he was dead now in every way that mattered.

  “You are not fully turned yet. You will change your mind once the transformation is complete. I shall return tomorrow night. I suspect you will be more welcoming then.” With that, Honnor turned and left the room, humming softly to herself as she locked the door behind her.