Becca looks at Luke as he walks slowly towards her with a killer intent with an aura that spelled good—not so bad—to her, became evil. She runs to the door in the room by the left and closes it shut! Her hands shaking uncontrollably, she tries to push a dresser to barricade the door. With loud bangs on the door from behind by Luke, her breath rate increased as she reaches for her handgun. Shivering from the shock that she had just seen death in the eye or that she had been toying with the grim reaper all along. She removes the suppressor as she prepares to go guns blazing, as loud as she could. For a split second, all her fear was drained away as she sweated profusely, all drenched in her sweat. As she breaks sweat, her left eye starts to “pepper” her, as her sweat enters her eye. Becca, not worrying about the eye, holds her gun and clenches the trigger as she cocks the gun, removing it from safety. Today may just be the day she finally gets to see her beloved parents that died saving her life fighting for her. “I am sorry, mom and dad,” she speaks in her head. Today, she will put to good use the gun Grams gave her for her protection.
She is prepared for anything…
Like a wild beast, Luke bangs the door repeatedly. Knowing there was nowhere she was going to run to unless there was another passage way—secret—there in the room. The loud bangs on the door continued, nonstop for some minutes as it stops abruptly with a silence that echoed throughout the whole safe house. She was confused as to why the bangs stopped all of a sudden. Still holding the her gun, she puts her ear on the door in attempts to listen to what could be happening in the other room, she hears a scream and with an even louder bang, Luke breaks the door open.
The door shatters in different pieces as the bang flung Becca with it. As she lands, hitting the wall hard, she drops to the floor as she still holds the gun, she pulls the trigger and shouts, “DIEEEE,” as the empty shells rocked the bedroom floors. As she shoots closing her eyes, Luke takes the full 20 rounds in his stomach, neck, and chest—inches away from his undead heart.
CHAPTER 4
I AM BECCA
Without saying a word and fully covered in blood, Luke just keeps walking to Becca, he examines her for injuries. As he reaches her momentarily, he showered her with a daring, caring kind of gaze that she instinctively bit her lower lip. He asks, “Are you hurt?”
He doesn’t hurt her, he doesn’t hit her, he amazed her as his voice kept re-echoing in her head. In that instant, she couldn’t feel the danger.
As she heard these words, her initially defensive and tensed body once again, released itself as her muscles softens and relaxes as she removes her finger from the trigger. Still on the floor, she drops the gun as she tries to sit back with little difficulty as the debris of the shattered door was heaped on the floor at her back. Luke, with his blood ceaselessly dripping out of his chest, neck and stomach, the bullets drop off, leaving holes in him. He leans to Becca on the floor as she struggles yet again to stay off his reach, he reaches for her face to kiss her.
With her being guarded, she remained immobile as her movements were to be still as ensured by the debris. She stays still as he kisses her.
Now almost pressing her body with his, he puts his bloody hands against the floor beside her on the rubbles he caused. As he presses even harder against her body, the softness of her skin and her strange but inviting cologne drenched in sweat was alluring to him, as it was pleasing to his nostrils. He moaned a sound of victory as he brushed her lips softly with his.
“I want you to return the kiss as I kiss you,” he says softly as he touches her face, smearing her face with his blood. As he kissed her, she moved her crotch against his as she jerked to his lip movements.
“Now, kiss me so hard because that will make me know how to decide what to do about you. Should I let you live or not? And also, if I will leave your Grams alone and not kill all who you love so much,” he slowly commands her.
She closed her eyes and did all she was told. She didn’t kiss him back because she wanted to live or she wanted her Grams not to die, but because he cared enough to ask her if she was fine. There was something different and triggering about him. She wants to find out so bad what this uniqueness was about.
She also didn’t care whether she would die or not, it was clear he could not be killed. At least, not in the current state she was in, “I wasted a full magazine on him,” she thought. She just cared enough not to want to make her death and her last day a convoluted one. She wanted to enjoy her last minutes. There was something about dying or seeing death some seconds before it happens that made her turned on. She would suddenly get a wet pussy as soon as she is threatened with dying.
He stroke her neck passionately as he cupped her breasts. His tongue and hers wrestled passionately in her mouth and it was nothing but great. Deep in this odd situation in which she was deeply roped in, she did not see kissing Luke as wrong, it was pleasurable to her. His scent, his every movement his touch was everything. It was as though he was everything she ever dreamed of. This wasn’t a dream as she reached for his back and clawed his back deeply but passionately, he moaned softly as her fingers dug into his skin. This kiss was different as she was now no more a virgin on her lips. Her first kiss was everything she was getting––hot, sizzling, sensual, as well as fucking romantic––all with a real man! Not to find it shocking, was quite shocking to her as she responded to his every movements, with more of hers.
His kisses were warm, it was desperate, and at the touch of her lips, it told a story of a loner who travelled and sojourned for years for the right person for him, his fated mate. It was calming, it became slow; he has found his soul mate. He was at peace. All through the enchanting romance in which they were entangled, they were oblivious of the real identities they both had. Their names and of course, who they really were. Alas! None of these were worth stopping their romance for, as they would soon come to know, they are meant to be eternal mortal enemies.
Almost like her body started regaining “consciousness” and sanity, she begins to shake uncontrollably and this becomes really consistent, as all attempts made by Luke to stop her shaking proved abortive.
He pauses and looks at her for a second, now confused entirely of what he could do to stop her shakes or sudden shivers, he notices her eyes start shutting as she begins to fall into a seizure. Her whole body spasmed as she foams up in her mouth. Luke leaves her as she shakes on the floor and ran out of the room. He returns momentarily as he lifts her up off the floor. Her earlier feather weight was now almost nonexistent, as she was already turning cold, cold as ice. Her skin, now pale, was turning white, as her eyeballs became pure white as well. “I am not about to lose you after I just got you, not again,” he said frantically. He carries her to a bath tub he finds in the hall, some door from where she was laying almost lifeless. With each minute, her body became even heavier as the life was evaporating out of her, her very being that made her Becca was slowly fading away.
She could barely hang on to the life earlier thought she had.
The cuts, the fights, the hunger, the ultimate exhaustion, the loss of blood; the shock she felt all through has culminated in making her want to leave the ropes of life, well, not voluntarily.
Luke gets to the bath tub and places her softly into the tub already filled with warm water, he bites his lower wrist and feeds her while she stayed restfully in his arms. As his blood flowed from his veins to her mouth, slowly, she begins to move. Her cuts little by little, starting joining together with her flesh making low kissing sounds as they rub against each other. All of a sudden, a deep intake of breath was what she does. Instantly, she opens her eyes to see Luke. Becca does not waste any time as she reaches for him and thinks nothing more but to be close to his heart. A warm embrace would suffice.
Becca, not knowing what or how she was resuscitated, or what exactly could have been the juice of life that brought her back, she says, “thank you.” With thanks on her lips and joy in her heart, Luke’s blood dripped down the side of her lips as she smiled from t
he obvious relief that she was not dead, at least, not yet.
Happiness fills the air as they are both soaked to the skin from Becca’s immersion in the top and Luke’s warm embrace to her, they stay silent. The tube fills up as the warm bath water flow to the floor causing the bathroom to flood over. The sound of the slow flowing waters and the steamy hot from the water heater increased the sexual tension between Luke and Becca, as both their hearts, beat loudly and in sync.
Luke stands up and steps back, leaning on the bathroom door, he calls out to her, “get out of the tub, undress yourself, I want to see all you’ve got for me. I want to see what is all mine! Would you do that for me, human?”
“Like I have always said to you, creature, this human has got a name!” groused Becca, back at Luke staring deeply at him, like she was looking into his dark soul.
All dripping wet, her nipples protruding from her blouse, Luke’s cock nodded its head in his pant trousers.
“She is so smoking hot,” he thinks out loud with a smile on his face as he looks at her flirtatiously. “You need to change into something else,” he added, pointing to her.
“Leave me, I will do that… Alone, please!” She screamed softly as she bid him to leave the bathroom.
“You have no privacy, you have no choice, you have nothing but to obey me. And you must obey me wholly! You are all mine, as I am all yours.”
“I get that completely, master,” said Becca, mockingly. “Can you give me a minute, master?” she added but with a calmer resolve.
Her resolve, the way she spoke, the way she stood, her sex appeal, her commanding, but appealing tone all accentuates her hidden beauty. Her drenched clothe, fastened to her skin and dripping to the flooded floor, with her standing in a puddle from her, gave the picture of a sexy beach model in a steamy photo shoot, or swimming pool shoot gone nasty.
She was alluring, as she was enthralling… she was out of this world.
Luke smiles and says, “Okay, soul mate,” not minding at all how that sounded.
Slowly, she turns, backing him, she heaved a sigh of relief, or perhaps, contention; she relaxes her shoulders as she turns back to Luke and starts to pull off all she had on.
She stops…
Looking back at him, she bids him to come to her. “I want you to come undress me, unwrap me, and you can see the gift you have waiting for you all along, for centuries,” she says, as she runs her hands through her hair, all seductively. Luke smiles back at her, as he walks to her, still drenched in his blood, he reaches her and leans towards her for a kiss on her neck before starting to take her clothes off.
With his neck tilted as he leaned towards her neck, the pulsating movements of her blood running through her jugular veins gave off a strange, rich scent he had never smelled before. He was almost getting intoxicated by her scent. It was real, it was here. He was close to biting her… As he reached for the kiss, just as his lips was about to brush the nape of her neck, his fangs acted instinctively, as they drew out from the sides of his mouth, he pauses and touches his mouth.
Becca, with her eyes closed, she waited patiently for Luke’s touch. Her movements were different. She seemed and acted different. Different than who she was, some hours before Luke. She moved as though she was under the influence of a psychedelic substance. Or no, she really was…
She was definitely a different being. Without knowing, Luke influenced her. Her movements were in sync with his, her smiles were all for him. The thoughts of Luke was all she would smile to. Now, his demise would cause her unimaginable pain. She was finally his. His blood made sure of that. Luke, on the other hand never thought of it. Her vey being and existence was now for him.
As Ambrogio himself, it was said that if he wanted to make anyone his, he would offer them his blood after he drank theirs. It was a necessary ritual to make them “made.” Becca was made for Luke now.
Like someone under the influence of ecstasy, each touch of Luke was highly sensual, as it was electric. Slowly, Luke peeled her clothes off her wet skin as she stuck to him tightly, and not letting go. With all smiles, Luke appreciates his prize, drowning her in lustful, roaring stares. Becca, not really knowing what was happening, felt eyes from everywhere look at her now nude body. All these made her more turned on as her clit slowly began to shudder in excitement. The sudden rush of blood in her body was divine, as it was never what she expected of her first sexual experience. The tip of her clit began to swell up as it was hard from the sudden sweet blood rush.
The walls of her pussy in an instant started to act on its own. The feeling of excitement welled up in her crotch as her labia majoras—pussy lips—submissively started juicing up as her thighs start to become sticky from her essence. The feeling was warm and relaxing. Luke, with his truly amazingly hard cock, pressed against Becca’s panties as he traced his fingers on her butt cheeks, the slow finger movements Luke’s hand did, made Becca grab his hands and caused him to pinch her ass hard, so much that she moaned loudly. Her moans quieted down with his closing her mouth with a kiss, locking away her lips and pushing his beautiful hard-on, against her pussy. Immediately, her being started to move to the tunes of Luke’s body movements. Like twins in sync by heart, their moans, their heart beats, the pulsating in their veins, their breathing sounds and movements; right there and then, they seemed to live for each other.
Becca slowly grips Luke on the back and climbs him, sitting in the air like a table as Luke, holds her firm to his hips against his crotch and with a slight moan from Becca and the enjoyment of a never-ending lustful pleasure in her eyes, she reaches for Luke’s nipple and bites it hard. A vampire of the old, getting his “virgin” nipples sucked was heaven to him. He moans softly under his breath as his dick throbbed continuously, causing a huge inviting bulge in his underwear, it pushes so hard against Becca pussy, hitting the clitoris in a different pleasurable way at different strokes with each hip jerk. Becca seemed to know what she was doing. Her body, beautifully carried by Luke, created an art masterpiece of human carrying the world on his hands, fastened to his belly. She curled up on him as she focused on his nipple, licking his nipples and pinching his areola on the other side.
The electric volts her pleasure gave was nothing compared to what he envisaged for intimacy from his mate. His balls contracted with orgasm building up slowly on his crotch signifying the zenith of her “work” on him was near, he brushed on more on her labia. Instantly, Becca’s nipples hardened from the continuous hit of her clits with his caged cock.
She wanted more… So, did he…
With no time to waste, as Luke’s blood circulated all over her bloodstream, the euphoria of the fast paced vampire blood in her jolted her more into the realms of pure sexual cloud nine, with one arm around Luke’s neck, she reaches for her panties with the free one and pushes her panties to the side, freeing her pussy from being imprisoned by her panties. The new opening revealed a beautiful pair of cherry red pussy lips underneath with a throbbing hard clitoris. As she moved jerking up and down to the thrusts of Luke’s pelvic area, her juices kept flowing uncontrollably down her relaxed walls of her pussy opened like a rose awaiting a good morning kiss at dawn from the gentle sun.
Slowly, Becca comes off Luke as she tries to go on her knees and reaches for his underwear. Looking as him directly in the eye, she pulls off his underwear without blinking as she tries very hard to maintain eye contact. She does this so perfectly, as Luke’s cock pushed out of his underwear, bouncing and leaping for joy for being saved from being sheathed from the wonderful view of Becca’s athletic, petit and sexy body.
Immediately, Becca catches Luke’s cock with her wet mouth, her bloody mouth. The mixture of her body fluids, Luke’s blood and his pre cum, created a mixture that tasted so heavenly that as she perceived the blood, she dove in, leaping forward and dipped the full length of Luke’s cock into her mouth. Using her hands as support, she creates a channel to give Luke more room to feel some extra pleasure by her. As Becca works Luke’s cock as
she played with it, running her hands over, up and down with failed attempts to fully hold his cock, she spits a lot on it and the slim slithers down her hands and his cock. Luke moans loudly and immediately, he lowers his tone as though he was trying to keep calm.
Becca, paying no attention to what was happening but her sucking Luke’s cock, giving the best blow job of his life, you would think she was a professional porn star, but she is actually a virgin to everything. Luke’s blood in her system makes her feel like a whole different person filled with a lot of experiences, all added to her mind.
As Becca sucked on Luke’s cock, he stands and looks over, down at the beautiful arch her back makes as she bends and sucks his cock. Her ass, looking all round and sexy, she pulls him closer to herself to fill her mouth with his full girth and length; she has turned to a bad girl.
Bad for him alone…
Luke carries her and places her in the tub, and just stares at her nude art like body, floating in the steaming, bubbling tub water. She was nothing but beautiful. Her breasts were perfect. The half double circles her two breasts formed by being slightly under the water and above was absolutely sexy.
“Damn! You are sexy, even for a human,” he said, smiling at her as he stroked his cock slowly.
She smiles as she replies, “I know I am sexy. I make sure of that with each workout routine I do. Aesthetics and strength is very important to me.”
“Sure,” replied Luke, almost like he was shutting her up, and not wanting to hear what she had to say, “I am sure all you said is true, I can see that now.” He added, as he gazed at her covered body in the steamy waters of the bath tub.
“She stands up from the tub, saying, are you going to fuck me or not? Or do you want to stay there and ogle at me?” she replied, as she stood up from the water as the water flowed down her silky hair to her breasts, all through her body, caressing her insides and walls of her pussy, it revealed the shielded beauty she possessed. He could see her breasts staring him in the face, looking all inviting, her nude lips on her beautifully and neatly shaved pussy. As the heat pressed and slowly dried on her skin, she became hotter and hotter, as her beauty became more apparent and Luke saw her as highly irresistible.
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