by James, M. D.
HUNGER: A VAMPIRE NOVELLA
Copyright © 2012 by M.D. James
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to the actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Books by M.D. James:
Hunger: A Vampire Novella
Hunted: A Vampire Novella (Available Feb. 2012)
As the Snow Falls – Volume 1 (Book 1: Muse Series)
As the Snow Falls – Volume 2 (Book 2: Muse Series)
After the Tears Melt – Volume 1 (Book 3: Muse Series)
After the Tears Melt – Volume 2 (Book 4: Muse Series)
In My Frozen Dreams – Volume 1 (Book 5: Muse Series)
In My Frozen Dreams – Volume 2 (Book 6: Muse Series) (Available Feb. 2012)
I leaned forward, and held my head in my hands. I just wanted the headache to go away. My head felt like it was going to explode. It almost took my mind off of the pains in my stomach.
“There, there.” I felt a hand caressing my hair. At first, I thought that Jane followed me, but this voice was a different voice. I looked up and it was Adrianna. I sat frozen, unable to speak. Was I just imagining her this time too? “I’m real,” she confirmed, as if she could read my mind.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“You know who I am,” she replied in a voice that was as smooth as silk, but at the same time very sultry. When I didn’t say anything, she told me her name was Adrianna.
“I knew that,” I half whispered to myself, trying to figure out where I knew her from and how I knew her name. I cleared my head and asked her what she was doing out here so late.
“I’m here for you,” she answered, without further clarification. It didn’t feel good feeling like she had all of the answers while I was still so much in the dark.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still half sure that I was just hallucinating again. The stabbing pains were so strong that my body must be producing hormones to deal with it, and maybe those hormones were making me see things that weren’t really there.
“I told you, I’m real, Matty,” she said again, with more conviction in her voice. “You’re going through the change.” What was she talking about? What change? “Don’t you remember last weekend?” she asked when I still seemed confused.
“I went to a party, but I don’t remember half of it,” I told her. “Since then, I have been having dreams about you, and seeing you in places you couldn’t be.”
Adrianna laughed a soft laugh, but one that sent a chill up my spine. “Those weren’t dreams, silly. Those were memories.” I was suddenly freezing. Flashes of missing images came flooding back to me. I remembered it all. I remembered how I Adrianna came up to me at that party last weekend, and offered me a drink. I got drowsy, and when I woke up, I was in the old and musty room, tied to the bed. She started undressing as I laid there in a trance. First she removed her dress, revealing some very sexy, red lace underwear. She looked like a Victoria Secrets model, standing at the end of the bed in just the lace bra and panties and her matching, spiked pumps.
“You remember,” she said with a wicked grin, as she licked the side of my face, seductively. I instantly sprang a boner. I did remember. I had a raging hard-on that night, too. Adrianna had taken off her bra, revealing two very full breasts with hard, perky nipples that were making my mouth water. She got on the bed and crawled up to my face, and kissed me. The kiss was so passionate that I felt my lips bruise almost instantly. Her hands found my hard dick, and released it from its cotton prison. I almost came right then. As she made her way down to my pulsating member, her nails dug into my chest and clawed all the way down to my hips. I watched intently as she lightly licked just the tip of my manhood. She twirled her tongue around it as she massaged my thighs. Next, she took the whole mushroom head in her mouth and gently sucked on it, before she took her tongue and made her way down my shaft. She licked each of my balls, while keeping her eyes locked to mine the entire time. Just when I thought I would cum, she started making her way back up, taking her time to slowly lick and kiss each inch of my stomach and then chest. As she returned to kiss my lips, I could taste my dick on her tongue. I wasn’t sure whether I was turned off by it or even more turned on. Before I could decide, I felt my cock being placed at the opening of her pussy. She thrust forward, forcing my dick all the way inside of her. She continued to ride my dick as she kissed my earlobes. I closed my eyes. I knew I was getting close. Being a virgin, I was surprised I was able to hold out this long. As I filled her with my seed, Adrianna sunk her teeth deep into my neck. It was so hot.
“That was just a dream,” I told her, not knowing now if it was or not.
“No, it wasn’t. And these pains you’re having are because it’s the first New Moon,” she interrupted before I could say more.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re changing,” Adrianna explained, “When I bit you, it was the first step in you becoming like me….a vampire.”
Hunger
- a vampire novella
M.D. James
Chapter 1
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
I woke up to the annoying, repetitive sound of my ancient alarm clock in a cold sweat. It was the most realistic dream I’ve ever had. Dream…more like a nightmare. As I ground the sleep from my eyes, and gained focus, the images from my slumber slipped away. I knew that the dream had frightened me and even aroused me, but I couldn’t remember any of the details. I just remember everything being so vivid. The colors were more intense. The sounds were crystal clear. The way things felt even sent shivers up my spine. Why couldn’t I remember what actually happened in the dream?
“Matty? Are you just going to sit there all day?” I was broken from my thoughts by my best friend, Garrett.
It was our first week in college, and we were roommates in a two-man dorm, like we always planned. We spent the last week, getting the feel of the campus life, and partying. That’s what we were doing last night. I don’t even remember how I got back to the dorm.
“Yeah. I’m getting up,” I groggily replied. I wasn’t a slacker, but I wasn’t as dedicated to my school work as Garrett either. Looking at him, you wouldn’t know that he was our class valedictorian, but Garrett seemed to always get straight A’s, for as long as I’ve known him. He was athletic, from playing baseball and wrestling. He had naturally tanned skin. His parents were even both dermatologists, so his skin was always perfect. His only downfall was that he was a little on the short side, standing at only five foot two.
It was out first day of classes, and Garrett convinced me to sign up for an early class. I stumbled to the bathroom, and turned the shower on as hot as I could get it. It felt so great, as the steaming hot streams of water pulsated off my body. I never was athletic in school, but I had been working the last few years in my father’s warehouse. The constant lifting and moving of heavy boxes and supplies had built up my muscles quite a bit. I didn’t usually get too sore, since I was used to the daily workouts, but the hot showers always felt so good. I knew Garrett would kill me if I used all the hot water, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the comfort the shower brought me. I finally took some of the body wash and used the pouf to scrub my aching body. “Ouch!” My neck was super tender, like
it had been bruised. I rinsed off, and got out of the shower. The mirror was all fogged up, but I used my towel to wipe it clear. I checked out my neck, but didn’t see any bruises anywhere. It hurt to even touch it though. I put it out of my mind, though, while I finished getting ready for class.
“What’s up with you today?” Garrett asked me. “You seem quieter than usual.”
“I don’t know, Gar,” I answered, “I had a strange dream, that I can’t remember now, and my neck is really sore.”
“Sounds like maybe you drank too much last night, bud.” Maybe I did. I wasn’t a huge drinker, so it might have went to my head too much. I only remember having two beers, though. Surely, that didn’t get me messed up enough to where I don’t even remember half the night.
We made it to class, but I could barely focus on the monotonous lecture we were given as the professor was going over quite a lengthy syllabus. The class was pretty large though, so I was able to daydream unnoticed. Looking around the room, there must’ve been about two hundred students in this class. Half of them seemed as bored as I was. I recognized a few people from my school. I wanted to go to school out of state, but the tuition was too much for my father to handle.
“Psst.” I turned to my right to see a pretty girl handing me a folded sheet of paper.
The note read: I’m Jane. I see you’re as bored as I am.
I looked over at the girl that gave me the letter. She was one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen, but in a natural way. She wore makeup, and you could tell that she spent some time on her hair, but she didn’t need any of it. Her smile and the twinkle in her eyes was enough to make everything else in the world disappear. I wrote her back, and passed back the folded sheet of paper. I wasn’t sure if she was flirting with me or not, so I just made a generic comment about how dull the instructor was. She read the note, but didn’t pass a reply back to me. I hope I didn’t upset her by not flirting back, if she was flirting.
“That’s all for today,” the professor told us, as he dismissed us.
“She ya Wednesday,” Jane whispered with a wink, as she placed the note back on my folder.
“Who was that?” Garrett asked as I packed up my folders and syllabus back into my book bag.
“Her name’s Jane,” I told him. I tried to sound confident, like I had game. I didn’t want him to know that she was the one coming onto me.
“Her name’s Jane? That’s all you have to say?” It was obvious Garrett wanted to know the whole story, but I just winked at him and exited the class.
Over lunch, I read her reply: We should go out sometime. That’s all it said. No phone number or any way to contact her. I didn’t even know her last name. I’d have to wait until Wednesday to talk to her again.
“You gotta ask her out. She smelled sooooo gooood!” Garrett urged me, after I told him the whole story over lunch.
“Of course, I’ll ask her out,” I answered. “I’m not crazy. She’s gorgeous and confident, and she did smell good.”
Just as we were finishing lunch, a girl with straight blonde hair passed the table, and said, “Het Matty.” I didn’t recognize her, but at the same time, she seemed somewhat familiar.
“Who’s that?” Garrett exclaimed.
“I don’t know.” I didn’t. But, she knew my name. I saw her face in my mind, like a memory, but she and I were having sex. I was a virgin, though. There were candles lit all around us, and I felt like I was in a trance. It was from my dream last night. I must’ve seen or talked to her at the party last night, and dreamt about her after I got back to the dorm. I need to remember that dream.
“Well, tomorrow I’m using your cologne. Whatever you’re doing seems to be working. I need some of that female lovin’.” I just laughed, but inside I was wondering why I was suddenly so popular as well.
I was never this popular in high school. Maybe it was because I was pretty shy, but girls never came up and talked to me first. Sure, I went on dates every once in a while, but it was always when I asked the girl out. There usually wasn’t a second date with them either. I think I’m a good enough looking guy, but I think there were rumors going around school that I was gay. I didn’t think that not sleeping with a girl on the first date was such a bad thing, but I guess that’s what was expected of me. I saw it as a sign of respect for the girl, but they just saw it as me being a homo, apparently.
I had one more class after lunch, and then made my way back to the dorm. Garrett was out somewhere, so I threw off my shirt and laid down in bed to rest. I kept re-reading Jane’s notes, and started to get hard. I unzipped my shorts and slipped my hand in my boxer briefs and started massaging my growing dick. I closed my eyes and pictured Jane. I wanted to kiss her. She brought her lips to mine, and I kissed them passionately. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I met it with mine. Even in my daydream, my eyes were closed. As she made her way down my body, stopping to softly bite and suck on my nipples, I let a low moan escape my lips. As she moved down farther, and began to lick the head of my cock, I looked down, and it wasn’t Jane but instead it was the girl from lunch that knew my name. I snapped out of my fantasy as my load shot up and across my chest. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. That didn’t seem like a fantasy. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that girl was actually just in my room giving me the blowjob of my life.
I tried to take my mind off of it by doing some reading for one of my classes. When Garrett got back to the dorm, I told him about it. We had been friends for so long, that talking about sex or our fantasies was normal. “I think you need to get laid,” was his take on it. “You aren’t used to having two pretty girls hitting on you in the same day, or even the same month. You just got overloaded.”
“You’re probably right,” I told him.
I promised to call home that night and let my dad know how classes went and how I was settling in. “Everything’s fine,” I told him.
“Don’t party too much,” he warned. I assured him I wouldn’t, but if he only knew about this past weekend. I couldn’t even remember the second half of Sunday night. “Do you need anything,” he asked towards the end of the call.
“Dad, I’m only an hour away from home, and I just got here a week ago. I’m fine.”
“I know. I’m your Dad, though…it’s my job to worry.” He was a good Dad too. I knew he was always there for me, and that he must even be a little lonely without me around. He still has my younger sister, Caitlin, but I worked and lived with him, so he had to feel a void without me there.
I went to sleep that night thinking of my father, Jane and the mysterious girl from my dream.
Chapter 2
I tossed and turned most of the night, re-living some of the dreams from the night before. I remembered a little more this time. The mysterious girl’s name was Adrianna, and we met at the Frat party. I only had bits and pieces of memories from the dream, but somehow she and I ended up in a dark room. It smelled musty, and the furniture was very old, almost like the room had been abandoned a century ago. As soon as we got into the room, Adrianna started to kiss me, softly at first, but quickly increasing the intensity. The next part of the dream I remember is of me on the bed, with my wrists bound. I was wearing only my boxer briefs, and there were hundreds of red candles lit all over the room. Adrianna was at the end of the bed, slowly undressing, while seducing me with her eyes. I woke up before anything else happened, at least that I remember, and hopped in the shower to release the sexual tension I was feeling.
“Wake up, dude.” I tossed my pillow at Garrett’s head as he slept. I had finished my shower, and gotten dressed but still had a few hours until my first class, so I figured I’d make Garrett get up too. Maybe we could go get some breakfast. I seemed to be hungry all the time lately.
“What are you doing up so early?” Garrett asked, coving his head with the covers in an effort to go back to sleep.
“I couldn’t sleep. Come on,” I told him, “get up. I want to go get some breakfast.” He slowly got u
p, but I could tell he wasn’t happy about it. He’d be fine once he got freshened up.
We ate at the campus cafeteria. I piled a little of everything on my plate: fruit, oatmeal, pancakes, eggs, sausage, yogurt, cold cereal, and pastries. “What’s up with you?” Garrett asked eyeing my tray like I was stocking up for nuclear fallout.
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t seen you eat breakfast in my life, and I’ve known you for twelve years. Now, you’re eating more food than you normally eat in a week.” Garrett was right; I rarely ever ate breakfast, and normally kept my meals on the smaller side.
“I don’t know,” I told him. “I’m just hungry.” We made our way to a table by the window, and began to eat. “Can we switch seats, or tables?” I asked my best friend. The light coming in from the window was blinding me.
“What are you talking about?” Garrett asked. “It’s all overcast outside, there’s not even any sun out.” My eyes were so sensitive, so he switched seats with me anyways.