She sat on the couch doing the slow burn while he was in the bathroom. How could she go on like this? He wouldn’t even try to get a better job, kept finding reasons not to apply to junior college and wanted her to do everything. It had seemed sexy at first having Steve hand his pay checks over to her, but it was getting out of control. She needed to talk to another vampire and find out if what he was doing was a common problem with a mortal supplier. She wasn’t the only vampire who lived with their donor. There were plenty of others out there. Hell, she knew of four vamps who had outlived three donors. She really needed to talk to her sponsor. But for now, she had to decide what to do about Steve.
He came out of the bathroom with swollen eyes and a better composure. Carefully, he sat down next to her. She tried to ignore him. But the problem didn’t go away and Megan put off the talk she needed to have with her sponsor.
So there she was, getting her ankles kissed by the only man she had ever loved. And she wanted him to make her feel like a woman, not a bitch goddess. She decided to let him continue and see if he could take initiative.
Megan felt him slide up her back and return to her neck. Steve began kissing it again and kissed her ear. She murmured an approval and bent her head back. He kissed her back. She loved the sensation of his breath back there and told him not to stop. Soon she could feel him moving inside her. This was what she had missed, the drive he had to make love to her. Megan gasped as she felt his manhood slide into her wetness and fill her up. He was finding all the right spots as she began moving in and out of her. She started feeling the wave of pleasure start to rise up from the base of her soul and into her eyes. Her fangs extended as she climaxed and she fought hard to keep them away from his arm. Too much blood was not a good thing for a vampire, she had been taught. No matter how much your donor wants to give you, understand there is a limit to what can be accepted. She grabbed the pillow in front of her and shoved her face in it to restrain the scream and block her fangs.
Her climax was over and she arched her back for Steven to finish. She didn’t need protection any longer since vampires weren’t subject to human diseases and couldn’t get pregnant. She waited for the satisfaction of feeling him tighten up and the warmth which would follow.
But instead she heard: “Can I cum now?”
Which was not what she wanted to hear.
Megan sent him flying to the floor with one shake of her body and turned over. She looked down at Steve lying in the floor, his erection rapidly shrinking. At that moment, she didn’t care if he ever got another one. Now she was really pissed. She jumped out of bed and went right to her sleeping box, which she had saved her hard-earned money from the diner to order from Peru. It was specially made to resemble a cedar chest, was fire proof and lockable on the inside with a timer and daylight saving detector. She shut the lid behind her and locked it.
The next thing she knew Steve was tapping on the surface.
“Can we talk about this?” she heard him say. The box was supposed to be sound proof, but was not perfect.
Megan opened the lid, extended her fangs to make him understand how pissed she was and said:
“I need to sleep. You get done whatever you were doing before I came home. When I wake up in eight hours we will continue the conversation. Until then, good morning!”
She slammed the lid back and locked it from the inside.
Steve stood silently for a few minutes. She really sounded mad and he didn’t know what to do. So he went back to his video game. He was getting close to the highest score he’d ever achieved.
When Megan came out of her box the sun had gone down. She went over and checked on Steve. He was fast asleep on the couch with his game controller still on his lap and the TV it was hooked into on “pause”. She had the night off, but still needed to go out and drop off her messed-up work clothes at the cleaners to see if they were fixable. She looked down at the prostrate form of Steve and shook her head. What was she going to do with him?
Megan took a quick shower and thought about her situation. She had changed a lot in the past four years they had moved in together. Not just by becoming a vampire. She had matured in a way Steve hadn’t. Getting vamped had put a whole new perspective on the way her life was run. She wasn’t content to sit around watching reality shows with a bucket of ice cream. Megan wanted more out of life than a cheap apartment and the cashier job she used to have. When the opportunity came up to manage the diner she made a strong play for it and impressed the owners beyond all other candidates. They were pleased with her and she constantly received stellar performance reviews.
Steve, on the other hand, hadn’t had tried to get a better job since she turned. Why he’d even asked her about quitting one day to “server her better”! The audacity of him, she fumed while toweling herself off. Did he think all she wanted was a man-child to take care of for the rest of his life? By the time Megan had her clothes on; she’d made her mind up: she needed to talk to her sponsor.
Viscount David had turned her almost two years ago one night when she went out with him on a date. It had been as a lark suggested by her coworkers after he kept coming in to the store asking about her. They had no idea who the tall thin man really was, but he seemed to have plenty of cash from the way he dressed and the cars he drove. She had never paid him too much attention as he was always waltzing in with another young girl on his arm that looked half his age. They turned out to be a lot less than half his real age.
Megan had told Steve she was going down for the night to Philly with some friends as he was hanging out with some of his gamer buddies and didn’t seem to care what she was doing. The viscount picked her up in a new Ferrari and took to a number of afterhours places she didn’t know existed. The last one was a vampire bar where the local vamp community hung-out on weekends. She was thrilled to be hanging around with such a rich, powerful and handsome man who just happened to need human blood every now and then. In the back room of the last club they had hot, passionate sex, but he forgot to use a condom in the heat of the moment. And having unprotected sex with certain vampires could turn the other person into one, as she found out the next day when the sun started bothering her.
Megan had intended to have the date with the viscount a one night thing, but it started getting worse. She was getting pale and starting to miss work. She finally pulled him aside one night when he came into the store and wanted to know if he’d been treated for anything lately. When she described her symptoms to him, the viscount knew exactly what had happened. The next week she was a member of the local new vampire support group and had been adjusting ever since. It turned out the viscount had a rare form of vampirism which was communicable. He paid for a special clinic to check Megan out to see if she carried it too. Fortunately, she didn’t.
She had a long talk with Steve. He was sorry he hadn’t noticed his neglect of her. Megan was worried that cheating on Steve would do more damage to her relationship than becoming a vampire. But he was understanding and began helping her out, making sure she had enough raw meat in the refrigerator and a local account at the blood bank. She had appreciated everything he’d done for her.
But then the relationship took a strange turn when he told her one night in bed how her being a vampire turned him on. He wanted to be her donor and servant. She was grateful for the donor aspect as her support group stressed the importance of having one. Even the viscount, who had sponsored her and checked in regularly, told her he found it good to have a supply of fresh blood whenever he needed it. He never had problems with his wit and style; there were plenty of young women throwing themselves at him all the time.
Megan had been turned on by the idea at the beginning, but now Steve was becoming a nuisance.
So she decided to go out and try to find some other vamps to talk about her problem. Her weekly support meetings had ended after the community had felt she was now fully adjusted to vampire life. But she had made a few friends among the older vampires and decided to drive to a local bar
where they could be found. Maybe they had some advice.
She wrote a note to Steve in a hurry. All she said in it was that she was leaving and needed go out and find some space. Had she written the note in a more direct manner, events might have followed a different course.
When Steve woke up the first thing he did was check Megan’s box. As he feared, it was open and she wasn’t in it. He looked around the apartment, but couldn’t find her. He checked their room and saw a dress missing from the closet. Maybe she had just gone out to party with some of her vampire friends.
At that moment he saw on the refrigerator and saw the note. He mind focused too things: “leaving” and “my space”.
Steve looked at the note and could only think about her leaving him. Why? He had done everything to make life easy for her. He’d helped her every step of the way. Was it so strange he loved being her personal property? What was he doing wrong? He had to go now and talk to her!
Without changing out of his shorts and faded jeans he put on a pair of flip-flops and bolted out of the door. He knew exactly where she was going: the vampire bar in nearby Lost Hope. It was a little artisan town on the banks of the river which had been flooded over the past twenty years by an influx of crafters, writers and photographers. Lost Hope wasn’t that far away and he could get there in twenty minutes if he made good time. She liked to hang out at the afterhours bar in the residential part of town. The local vampires had an arrangement with the city council and didn’t get bothered by the tourist types who were unaware the club existed. But Steve knew where it was since Megan had taken him there a few times.
He quickly found the address in his day planner and headed of in the direction of the bar. On the way he tried to call Megan on her cell phone, but she wouldn’t pick up. He put it on the passenger seat and continued driving. It was already close to nine in the evening.
At the club, Megan was already hanging out with some of her vampire friends. The club, built into an old barn, had a very rustic interior with no windows to let pesky sunlight in and a second floor with boxes in case anyone wanted to crash in the daytime. For an additional fee, double boxed could be rented from the club owner, who ran a tight ship, but understood his guests did hook up every now and then.
She was wearing a blue dress with a belt and talking to some of her friends from the next county. Although they appeared to be a middle aged couple, the Johnsons were in reality six hundred years old. The aging process slowed down to snail’s pace when a person turned, another reason vampires weren’t made very often. They tended to be a select bunch, but, as in Megan’s case, mistakes did happen.
“…so he’s gotten just too dependent on me,” she was telling them with a glass of wine in her hand, “and I’m getting sick and tired of having to tell him everything to do. He wanted to know if it was okay to cum last night. Can you believe that? What man asks to cum?”
“I wish someone would at least let me know in advance,” Mr. Johnson said a split second before his wife rabbit punched him. “Ow!”
“You were the vamp first in your relationship,” Megan said to Ms. Johnson. “How did he deal with it?”
“The situation was a lot different back then,” Ms. Johnson said. “You really can’t compare. We were both members of the landed aristocracy back then. You could get away with a lot more than you can now. But then the revolution came and poor Queen Marie, but you know the rest.”
“You had me as your personal servant,” Mr. Johnson said. “Don’t you remember? I had to wear servant’s clothes and go find you fresh young men every week. It was not easy. Then you beat when you were displeased.”
“And you started enjoying my cane too much, so I turned you. I remember now. Just wasn’t sure of the sequence of events.”
“The problem is, dear,” she said to Megan, “you have to think about yourself. Are you happy with the relationship? Because if you’re not, then you need to do something about it. Find another donor or just cut him off. It can be painful, but sometimes it has to be done.”
“Well you seemed to have worked it all out,” she said to Ms. Johnson, “taking another sip on the wine glass.”
“I worked it out by turning him. Are you willing to do that?”
Megan put her glass down on the bar and was silent.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I’d have to find the right vampire to do it. I don’t think the viscount would help me. A mortal Steven is bad enough. Having a vampire version playing video games for the next two hundred years on my hands would be a nightmare.”
“It might change his way of looking at things,” Mr. Johnson said to her. “You changed. So did I.”
Megan brushed back her hair and looked at the other vampires in the club. It was a quiet night since it was Thursday. There were only twenty or so guests in it. Most of the others were at tables in groups of three or four. They all seemed in deep conversation. One of the advantages of the club was its “vampire only” policy which kept out the gawkers and blood chasers. Legally the owner couldn’t keep anyone out, but it wasn’t an official club, so he got away with a lot.
She saw one the other new vamps take an interest in her from a table on the other side of the room. He was tall, solid and dressed in a perfectly tailored suite. The man had a build on him that would make sculptors weep. He’s been a competitive body builder before some lady vampire decided she wanted him as an eternal boy toy. After being turned Dominic, as that was his name, decided he could do better than being stuck with a woman three hundred years his senior. He’d dumped her and was there with a woman his own age from Japan. But his vamp-dar had picked up Megan and he was checking her out. The Japanese vampire was looking at an older man at the other table, so whatever was taking place was mutual.
“Looks like someone is interested in you,” Ms. Johnson observed.
“Oh to be less than a century old,” Mr. Johnson sighed.
His wife punched him again.
Meanwhile Steve was pulling into the parking lot in front of the club which resembled an old barn. There were ten cars out front and one of them belonged to Megan. He parked his car off to the side of the other ones so as not to attract attention. Mortals weren’t supposed to be allowed into the club, but Megan had slipped him into it in the past since she was friends with the owner. He stood by his car and looked at the ground. It had seemed a long time ago, but he had been here last year with her. Why had things gone bad between them? All he wanted to do was please her.
Steve walked up the ramp into the barn slowly. He got halfway up it when he looked down and realized he was wearing the same clothes he had slept in on the couch. He was going to stand out. This was an elegant crowd. Although the club lacked a dress code policy, it didn’t really need one. Everyone there knew what was expected of them and they wouldn’t dare dress down much. Do it too often and you wouldn’t find yourself on the invite list.
He walked up, grabbed the door by the handle and pulled it open. Then he walked into the club.
Steve stood at the entrance and let his eyes adjust to the lighting on the inside. Contrary to popular belief, vampires could not see in the dark. Like cats they had extremely good night vision, but still needed a source of illumination. Too much light hurt their eyes, which is why they wore shades in the evening.
Steve saw Megan at the bar. But she wasn’t by herself. She was with a huge guy whose arms made two of him. The guy had a shaved head and was dressed in a suit and tie. They were getting awful close, almost making out. He had his hands all over Megan and she didn’t seem to mind it in the least bit. They were talking in hushed voices and, although there was no music playing in the bar, he couldn’t hear a word they said.
Steve didn’t notice the stares he was getting from the other guests in the club. Everyone quit talking and just looked at him. They watched in astonishment as this mortal had the balls to come into their space and walk up to the bar. The club owner was already running an interception when Steve walked up to Megan.
/> “Megan,” he blurted out. “Why did you leave? What did I do wrong?”
Megan turned her head from the man she had been talking to into the direction of Steve. She might have been on the curvy side, but she jumped down from the bar stool as if she weighed less than air. Megan went right up to Steve and put her face two inches from his.
“Who told you to follow me?” she demanded.
The club owner stopped a foot away from them. Best to let the two sort it out.
“I-I-I…” was all Steve could say.
“That’s it Steven!” she yelled and everyone in the bar heard her. “Now you’re stalking me and I won’t tolerate it. I want you to go home to your damn computer games, your miniature figures, your little boy plans and whatever you happen to be into this week. I’m not putting up with you any longer! Now get out! Do you understand basic English or do you want me to teach you that too?”
Steve was at a loss for words.
“Oh the hell with it,” she said grabbing Dominic from the bar. “Can you take me somewhere else? I want to get away from this loser!”
“I’ve got my car here,” he said. “But Suzi is still…”
He looked back at the table where he had been sitting. His date had her legs wrapped around the man she had been looking at.
“Yeah,” he said, “I guess we can go.”
Megan grabbed him, hauling Dominic out of the door.
Steve was left standing where he had been, still trying to figure out what had happened.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” the club owner said to him. “You have to go. And tell Megan she needs to call me later. I can’t have people here making a scene.”
“I think he’s just fine,” a new voice called from out of the dim light.
Into visual range stepped a tall woman close of about forty. It was always impossible to tell just how old a vampire was, but she had the look of wisdom on her face. She wore a black veil over a two piece outfit that covered very little. Around her waist was a leather belt and she stood tall in her six inch stiletto heels.
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