Bride of Blood:: First Kiss (24 page)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I’ve heard about that one!” said Anton grabbing the case with disgust.
 
“I mean really!
 
Vampires in the daylight?
 
Going without sleep and worse of all…drinking animal blood?!”
 
He put the case back on the shelf.
 
He noticed that some people in the store were staring at him.
 
He shot them an evil glance and they looked away.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“How about a nice zombie movie, then?” asked Alexander cautiously.
 
He handed Anton another DVD.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton mumbled the title to himself and handed it back to Alexander.
 
“No, please. Anything but that!
 
I heard this movie is so bad that a critic actually died while watching it.
 
I also read that ‘Mystery Science Theater 3,000’ wouldn’t even touch it.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alexander shook his head, “It’s that bad?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton nodded, “I heard it’s taken the title of ‘Worst Movie of All-Time’ away from ‘Manos’.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
They both laughed heartily and then browsed through a few seasons of “Supernatural” that they had missed.
 
On the way up to the register, Anton suddenly remembered those new vampire movies and started in again, “I mean really!
 
I don’t know what was worse: the writing or the acting.
 
It’s so bad that it made me wish I were a werewolf! Vegetarian vampires, indeed!?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Sheesh!” said Alexander, exasperated.
 
“I haven’t heard you go on like this since we saw ‘Nosferatu’ almost 100 years ago!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Now, wait,” Anton said as they took their place in line with arms full of “Supernatural” DVD’s.
 
“I did like the version where Type-O-Negative did the music.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“That was the only thing you liked about the movie,” said Alexander under his breath.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton smiled as he thought of Type-O.
 
He missed Peter Steele.
 
He would have made a good vampire, he told himself.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Then she caught his eye.
 
Behind the counter was a beautiful young woman.
 
She was not extravagant in her beauty, rather she was very real.
 
She was genuine.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The name tag she wore said her name was Molly.
 
Slightly below her tag were her breasts which Anton studied.
 
They weren’t too large or too small.
 
Just right for her stature.
 
But what struck him the most was her smile.
 
It wasn’t false when she flashed it at customers.
 
After she finished with someone, she brushed her brown hair away from her almond shaped, brown eyes.
 
Her face was round and perfect like a queen.
 
It was difficult to determine her age, but he guessed that she was in her late 20’s.
 
In those brief moments, Anton listened closely to her thoughts.
 
She revealed that she was single and wished that she had something to do after work that night.
 
It was a Saturday, after all.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton turned and whispered to Alexander, “Do you see that girl at the counter?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alexander looked up from the DVD’s he was holding and glanced quickly at her.
 
He nodded, not really that interested.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I’m going to sleep with her tonight,” Anton whispered, again.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alexander gave her a quick once over, sighed and asked, “So I guess I’m all alone for movie night?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
True to his word, Anton found himself kissing Molly beside a hotel room bed.
 
He used his usual vampiric charm and persuasion.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Although thin, Molly’s lips were soft and willing to accept his tongue.
 
Her mouth tasted sweet as their tongues rolled around together.
 
Her eyes closed with a deep gasp, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Anton.
 
Continually he had to remind himself that she was a mortal and he had to control himself so that he wouldn’t kill her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
They both took their shirts off.
 
Molly stopped kissing Anton on the mouth and began to kiss his heavily muscled chest.
 
She had never seen a more perfect body in her life.
 
Everything about Anton turned her on.
 
He seemed almost flawless as if he were a living work of art.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She sat down on the bed and removed her bra.
 
Anton was surprised at how large her breasts were when they were released from her deceiving shirt.
 
Still her breasts were so beautiful that her hard, dark red nipples turned him on even more.
 
He bent down and kissed her again.
 
She ran her fingers through his long hair as he held the sides of her face.
 
She pulled her face away and started to unzip his pants with a greedy look on her face.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She pulled them down and was surprised by his large penis.
 
She didn’t realize how engorged with blood it was and wouldn’t have cared anyway.
 
She took it into her mouth expertly and began to suck it with abandon.
 
She was so good at it that he wanted to grip her head harder but was afraid he would crush her skull.
 
He held her, just stroking her hair.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A few minutes later, Molly was on her back.
 
She allowed Anton to remove her jeans and panties.
 
He kissed her thighs.
 
Her legs were strong but not too thick.
 
He kissed the insides of her legs up to her vagina.
 
She moaned with each kiss.
 
He spread her legs apart even further and went down on her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Molly gasped and opened her eyes.
 
It had never been so good before.
 
Other past boyfriends had tried but none had been able to master it the way Anton had.
 
She felt herself orgasm, something she had never done before,

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Eventually, Anton got off her and picked up his pants.
 
He pulled out a condom and put it on.
 
Of course it was totally unnecessary, but she would have insisted on it.
 
She had no way of knowing that he was a vampire and that he couldn’t get her pregnant.
 
He climbed on top of her and slowly slid himself into her.
 
She gasped again and held him tightly.
 
He started off slowly to get her juices flowing.
 
She grasped his head and looked into his eyes.
 
Her breath was in rhythm with his thrusts.
 
Then she let go of his head and ran her hands up and down his chest.
 
As his speed increased, she dug her nails deeply into him.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Time went on and the sex didn’t cease or slow down.
 
Molly came several times and was covered with sweat.
 
She was barely conscious as he took her from behind.
 
Anton lifted up her thighs and began pushing himself into her again.
 
Within a few moments, he came.
 
He gripped her thighs as did.
 
He kept it together and didn’t bite her, although the urge was really great.
 
He forced his fangs to retract as he fell on top of her.
 
He relaxed and went unconscious for several minutes.