by Sky Winters
Adrian touched her between her legs. Cindy felt a mix of excitement and confusion, as she grew increasingly wet.
“Are you ready for this?” he inquired, in his charming Romanian accent.
“I am,” she replied in a confident and seductive voice.
He explored her legs with his wet tongue, thoroughly. Cindy liked it. “You’re killing me,” she said in a thin and shaky tone, “I cannot wait.”
“This is just getting started,” he replied.
He slowly slipped his finger up her vagina, trying his best not to make her feel any pain. Cindy bit her lower lip in anticipation. She wanted him to continue with whatever he was doing. She felt too shy to say anything to him.
“Do you still want me?” he asked.
She nodded. Her eyes were closed.
“Before we make love, would you like to touch it?” he asked playfully.
Cindy didn’t know what to say. So she just nodded and reached for his huge penis that was fully erect. She squeezed it, and jerked it slowly with an up and down motion that she found exhilarating. Adrian’s muscles tensed, and his eyes widened.
“Now it is I who cannot wait” he declared.
Adrian pinned her hands down to the bed and thrust his throbbing member into her. She felt an enormous amount of pain as he entered, but then it started getting easier and easier with every second. She had never imagined that sex carried such a pleasurable experience. Adrian was on top of her. She wrapped her long legs around his back, and allowed him to penetrate deeper inside of her. His thrusts were strong filling her with raw animalistic passion.
He quickly switched the position by allowing her to roll over him. He grabbed her by the waist and helped her bounce off his stiff penis that seemed to have perpetual energy for erection. She sank her fingernails right inside his chest, then dragged her fingers down, knowing that his wound would heal very quickly, and it did. She began moaning intensely, but not Adrian. He was concentrating on her completely. He was noticing every movement of her body. It was easy for him to play everything by slow motion. He could see things happening in nano-seconds. He could hear her panting, watch sweat slide down her skin, and enjoy her fine, bouncing breasts. He could feel her approaching her orgasm and increased the intensity of his movements. As she climaxed his fangs grew longer.
He knew the next decision he was going to make was going to affect both their lives.
Chapter 9: The Visitor
Adrian cuddled Cindy and kissed her a couple of times on the neck, trying not to wake her up from her beauty sleep. He could feel the transformation he had been through. The cold hearted and ruthless vampire had now turned into a warm-hearted lover. He touched Cindy’s golden locks, and even brushed them with his long fingers. Cindy was fast asleep. She needed that after what she had been through.
Adrian felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and he could sense someone’s presence. He slowly slipped out of his bed and put on his robe. He walked out of the bedroom and towards the great hall. Inaudible footsteps were getting closer and closer. He could hear the person with his heightened senses. It wasn’t just human, because that person’s movement was leaving strange energies in the air, dark energy.
As he reached the great hall the sound of the movement suddenly stopped. He was ready for whatever it was.
There was a slow tap, like a dying heartbeat. He looked up to find Ms. Biel, his mother and maker, standing right in front of him, with a gloomy look on her face.
“Adrian,” she said gently, “I’m sorry for what I said last night.”
“It’s alright,” he answered, and stepped aside, as a gesture for her to walk in.
She walked into his place and began to observe it very carefully. She was sensing heat, in attempt to find the girl he had brought in.
“Are you looking for something mother?” he inquired hastily.
“Where’s the girl?” she questioned.
“Mom, I thought we were good.”
“I told you not to call me your mother, it’d give way to a lot of complications,” she complained.
“Okay, Ms. Biel. I want you to get out of my house right now.”
“Son, I’m doing this for you. I’m the head of the council. I’m the one who makes decisions. I don’t want anybody to know that I’m favoring you because you’re my son,” she spoke in a Romanian accent this time.
“I thought we were good, Ms. Biel, mom, or whatever you like to be called, I thought that you were okay with my decision, so that’s why you came here to make amends, but you’re here to find the girl, right? You’re here to deal with the business you left unfinished the other night?”
“Listen to me… you committed a murder, alright? How do you expect me to sleep with that, after all I’m head of the council and your mother too?”
“So you’re here to charge me with murder? What about the murders we commit every day, killing limitless human lives to keep our own dead hearts ticking. Why aren’t we accountable for those murders?”
“This is the way we are Adrian, this is our biological makeup, and the sooner you learn to accept it, the easier for you it will be, to live life as the prince of darkness and do whatever you want. But, even we creatures are accountable, for one crime only, that is murdering your own kind. Of all crimes, you chose to murder one of your own kind, without fearing the consequences?”
“He got what he deserved. He had it coming the moment he jumped on Cindy. I tried to warn everybody and him twice, but he was too blind to see that. So I had to end it that instance. I couldn’t let anyone harm that girl.”
“So now you’re telling me that you’re in love with that girl right?” she sat on a nice comfy sofa that was placed in the hall, and reached for the bottle of whisky that was placed on the table. She poured a glass for herself and slipped it down her throat,” she smiled, “you’re still into Maker’s Mark?”
“Mom, I’m asking you for the very last time. Leave. Please,” he almost pleaded.
“Or what?” she crushed the glass in her fragile old hands and slowly flew a couple of feet in the air, “are you gonna kill me the way you did the other night? Do you have the balls on you to kill your own goddamn mother Adrian? I fucking kept you in me for nine months. I raised you. You were nothing. I fed you my milk. Now, that you’re such a fucking strong vampire, you’re ready to cast aside your mother and her century’s old love, for what? For a girl, who you barely know? A girl with whom you felt this intimacy for less than twenty-four hours?”
“Mom, you were never there for me. You gave me birth but then you abandoned me. I didn’t know shit. Dad was chased out of Romania. You only turned me because you were bored. You always had this lust for power in you. It was dad’s mission to unite every vampire around the world, not so that we could kill human beings, so that we could protect our own kind by finding alternate methods of survival. You just took over the council that dad left, and you’re leading it for the last three hundred years, doing what you please. This is not going to work. You have to step back or I’ll forget that I’m your son.”
“Son, do you think they would have let me run the council if I had held on to my motherly emotions for you. I had to be strong. Women had no stature back in those times. Even among vampires. So I had to prove that I was worth that seat. I had huge boots to fill, so I had to leave you, but it was for the better good son.”
“I don’t believe a single word you said. You’re just a power hungry woman, who wants nobody to question her leadership, that’s why you’re here, that’s why you want to kill this innocent human girl, who hasn’t even lived long enough to see what the world is like.”
“The world is shitty enough boy, I’m just here to end her misery before she cuts her own throat.” she cupped her hands, closed her eyes, and started chanting something very slowly. Before Adrian could move her icy hands clenched deep in Adrian’s throat. He fell down unconscious.
“Now let’s find you.” She smiled, raised her eyebrows, and started looking for Ci
ndy in the house. It did not take her long to figure out where she would be.
Chapter 10: The Betrayal
Ms. Biel sensed Cindy’s body heat, and went straight to the bedroom. Adrian was lying unconscious on the floor. She just walked right through the door, to find Cindy tangled up in her sheets, naked. She walked toward her with light footsteps and sat beside her, at the edge of the bed, examining her body.
“I guess my son has a good taste,” she gasped. She lifted her hand up and with that movement; Cindy rose up in the air, a few feet above the bed. The sheets slipped over her body, revealing her nakedness. “I thought you’re just a kid, but you have a woman’s body. What a waste.”
Ms. Biel closed her fist. It felt as if an invisible hand was choking Cindy. Cindy awoke in horror to see Ms. Biel’s face.
“Good bye, Cindy. You were a good housecleaner. I didn’t want things to end like this, but… I’m sorry.” Before she could twist her wrist, a hand pierced through her chest, holding out her dead unbeating heart, drenched in icy-cold blood. Ms. Biel’s hold over Cindy was over. Cindy collapsed back onto the bed.
It was Adrian’s hand. He quickly drew his hand out of Ms. Biel. Ms. Biel had enough strength left in her, to look back at the person who took away her life in seconds. Her reign as the vampire queen was over. She was surprised to see that it was Adrian, standing right behind him, holding her heart.
She touched her fair long face with her cold lifeless hands. “I love you, Adrian,” she said in an almost inaudible voice that was low and shaky.
“I’m sorry mom,” he cried. He felt her heart turn into black dust. “I love you too, but I know you killed my father and your reign has to end,” he cried once again. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Son, your bloodline is pure, so I wanted to protect you. You have royal blood in you, and you get to be the King of all the vampires in the world,” those were her last words. Her body turned into dust.
Adrian knelt down on the floor and started to dig the dust, out of frustration, hoping to revive his mother once again, but it was too late. He had made his choice. Only time could tell whether he made the right decision or not, but he had to do that, because Cindy’s life was at stake. He had to do that to finally honor his father’s death.
Cindy became conscious again, and in horror realized what had just happened.
“Adrian, I am sorry.”
She got up and wrapped a sheet around herself. Then she sat beside Adrian, and hugged him as tightly as she could.
“It’s my fault,” she said, “I wish I hadn’t come to the party.”
“No, it’s not. I asked mom a number of times, that it didn’t have to be this way, but she was so blinded by power that she couldn’t get a hold on her burning rage, which eventually got her killed.”
They sat on the floor for a while and then slept tangled in each other’s arms.
“Cindy,” he said, “I would like you to live here in the Hamptons with me. I want a life with you in it.”
Chapter 11: New Beginning
After a month, Adrian became the head of the vampire council. Not because he was the son of Ms. Biel, but because he was the strongest, wealthiest, and wisest vampire around to make decisions for the various vampire communities around the world. He carried on from where his father left.
He stood on the balcony of his mansion and stared out at the calm waters of the Atlantic that silhouetted the full moon. Cindy walked toward him, naked, holding a couple of champagne glasses in her hands. Adrian turned to look at her, and grabbed her from the waist. The glasses in her hand fell down and broke.
He started kissing her everywhere. “I wanna make love to you,” he said, as he tore off his clothes. “I wanna make you mine forever.”
“This is what I want Adrian,” she ripped his pants off.
He pressed her breasts with both his hands and kissed her belly, while kneeling down on the floor. Cindy grabbed him from his long blonde hair and pulled him up. He pushed her against his chest and asked in a seductive voice. “Let me ask you one last time, are you ready to be my vampire bride? Because if you say yes, then you’ll no longer be a human, you’ll be much more than that, and for survival you’ll be needing blood.”
“Do you drink human blood?” she inquired anxiously.
“I used to drink human blood,”
“So how do you get to survive without it then?”
“There are so many ways to survive, but all we need is a little love and commitment. If we promise to be truthful to each other forever then I believe that our life will be so much easier.”
“What are the alternate ways to survive?”
“We could feed on blood bags and animals,”
“Sounds fair enough to me,” she kissed him on the lips, “make me yours forever then.”
“Okay, now I want you to hold me tight, because it’s going to sting a little,” he said, “Is this your first time?”
“Of course it is, I don’t run into sexy vampires every day,” she giggled.
She wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. Adrian brushed her long hair away from her neck, and began to kiss it. His fangs clicked down and he sank them into her tender neck. Cindy felt a little pain, but mostly intense pleasure. He sucked from her. Then he drew his fangs out and bit his own wrist. “Drink,” he said with a sweet smile on his face. Cindy took a deep breath and drank from his wrist.
Her pulse dropped, and her heartbeat slowed down. In a moment, she was unconscious. Adrian picked up her in his arms, and took her right to bed, and waited for her vampire queen to wake up when the time was right. And that was how Vamperella, queen of the vampires, was born.
THE END
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A NOBLE IN TIME
Chapter 1
“Violet, where are you?” Tony yelled, annoyed as he entered the old farm house that she called home to find it empty.
“That was a silly question,” she said with a laugh as she climbed down the ladder from the old attic that she had converted into a painting studio.
“I do not know why you spend all of your time in that attic,” he said, tapping his toe in annoyance. In his fine Italian suit, he looked completely out of place in her home.
“You know it has the best light for painting,” she said with a sigh, annoyed to be having the same conversation with him yet again. Despite the pain smudges on her face and the old jeans she wore, she was still a vision of loveliness with her sparkling green eyes and black hair.
“It is cramped and dusty,” he said, his hand on his hip as he stared at her in admiration.
“It is cozy,” she said, suddenly looking impatient. “You said you had something good for me,” she reminded him, staring at the frame her had covered in a sheet, propped against the wall in her living room.
“Yes, I came across a portrait that needs your touch,” he said, smiling because he knew that she could not resist the opportunity to work on a portrait from Regency England, her favorite period in art history.
“My touch?” she asked, intrigued, anxious for him to uncover the canvas and show her what he had brought. She loved nothing more than a new challenge. It was a large part of the reason that she had chosen to apply her artistic talents to the world of art restoration. Rescuing these pieces of history was as exciting to her as creating artwork of her own.
“It has been treated poorly, to be sure, but it is amazing. Take a look,” he said as he removed the sheet, revealing the portrait beneath. The woman in the painting was every inch an aristocrat, dripping in jewels as she posed in an impossibly intricate gown. Her blond hair and icy blue eyes seemed to transcend the canvas, yet there was something coy in her expression that made the viewer feel as though they shared an intimate secret with the woman in the painting.
“It is beautiful, breathtaking really. The details are so realistic yet there is an idealistic quality to it as well. I do not think I have ever seen anything
like it,” Violet marveled as she knelt down to get a better look at the canvas. Tony’s gallery dealt almost exclusively in historic paintings and he often brought her some of the most interesting projects she worked on, but none compared to the painting in front of her. She was so engrossed in studying it that she did not realize that Tony was studying her.
“It must have been painted by a man who was very much in love,” he said, taking a step closer to her.
“What would you know about that?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“You know that I loved you,” he said, throwing his hands up in frustration.
“I know you think you did,” she said with a snort of derision. If he had cared as much about their relationship during their three years together as he had in the year since they broke up, they would have had a very different relationship. Now, each time he brought her a new project, he tried to convince her to take him back.
“Someday you will beg me to take you back,” he replied, looking at her in disbelief.
“If it has not happened in the last year I do not think it ever will,” she said dismissively, without ever taking her eyes off the woman in the painting.
“Then why do you keep doing work for me?” he asked, looking as though he suspected that their continued professional relationship was her way of keeping him in her life.
“The answer to that is simple,” she said as she turned around with a sweet smile.
“Enlighten me,” he asked, leaning in in expectation of her confession of her true feelings.
“You pay well and on time. You are my favorite kind of client,” she said with a wink.
“Is that all I am to you?” he said, frustrated.
“Yes,” she told him for the thousandth time.
“You know that girl meant nothing to me,” he said, speaking of the young artist that he had cheated on her with all those months ago.