Last Kiss from the Vampire (2 page)

Steve was starting to kiss her back. She hadn’t told him to do it, but enjoyed his attention just the same. Then he began licking down her back all the way to her rear and further to the bottom of her legs. She could feel his erection on her. The sensation and the knowledge that only she could make him hard was delicious.

He liked having her tell him what to do in bed and it had taken a whole new direction when she became a vampire. It began with his suggestion that she brand him. The neck chain just wasn’t strong enough for Steve. He didn’t to get legally married and neither did she. Besides, even though real vampires didn’t have issues with crosses, there was all that silver in a church. Too much silver near her could spark a reaction. So he suggested the branding. Megan loved the idea and it nearly drover her insane when she took a local course offered at a tattoo shop on how to do it. They even had it done at a party with her vamp friends in attendance. The only thing which had broken the mood was a cell phone going off just as she was heating up the metal on a gas flame. It had taken a few more strikes than she had expected to get her symbol on his thigh and he’d cried at the end. The guests had told her it was one of the most beautiful things they had ever seen; an outpouring of love and devotion they would treasure forever.

After the burn had healed, Steve became very submissive to her. Not just the boring “Yes-Goddess-how-may-I-please-you” submissive, but agonizingly submissive. He wanted her to pick out his clothes for him, tell him when to go to bed, what to watch on TV and when do sweep the floor. She finally had to put her foot down and tell him not to lick the heel.

It finally hit a peak when they were watching TV one night and he asked permission to go to the bathroom.

“Steven!” she yelled. “This has gone far enough!”

He immediately fell to his knees and tried to kiss her feet.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you,” he tried to say while she picked her feet off the floor and put them on the couch.

Megan grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and brought him up to her face. She had to fight the urge to keep her fangs retracted. Getting angry as a vampire could be dangerous.

“Look at me!” she said, holding his pathetic face into her blood red eyes. “I am not your mother, do you understand? You need to be able to do things on your own!”

He didn’t say a word and dropped his head. She forced him to look at her.

“Do you hear me?” she continued. “You are getting too dependent on me!”

“I just wanted to make you happy,” he tried to say. She saw the tears start and it really made her mad. He was trying to play on her sympathy.

“No you don’t, Steven. You want a fantasy. You don’t love what I am; you love what you think I should be. And there’s the real disconnect.”

The tears had now turned into real crying.

“Cut it out,” she said.

She made the mistake of slapping him. Exactly what he wanted. He was reduced to crying like a five year old girl who just had her toy stolen.

“What am I going to do with you?” she said. “Goddamit, go use the bathroom before you piss all over the floor. And get right back here.”

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.