Last Kiss from the Vampire (3 page)

She was wearing a blue dress with a belt and talking to some of her friends from the next county. Although they appeared to be a middle aged couple, the Johnsons were in reality six hundred years old. The aging process slowed down to snail’s pace when a person turned, another reason vampires weren’t made very often. They tended to be a select bunch, but, as in Megan’s case, mistakes did happen.

“…so he’s gotten just too dependent on me,” she was telling them with a glass of wine in her hand, “and I’m getting sick and tired of having to tell him everything to do. He wanted to know if it was okay to cum last night. Can you believe that? What man asks to cum?”

“I wish someone would at least let me know in advance,” Mr. Johnson said a split second before his wife rabbit punched him. “Ow!”

“You were the vamp first in your relationship,” Megan said to Ms. Johnson. “How did he deal with it?”

“The situation was a lot different back then,” Ms. Johnson said. “You really can’t compare. We were both members of the landed aristocracy back then. You could get away with a lot more than you can now. But then the revolution came and poor Queen Marie, but you know the rest.”

“You had me as your personal servant,” Mr. Johnson said. “Don’t you remember? I had to wear servant’s clothes and go find you fresh young men every week. It was not easy. Then you beat when you were displeased.”

“And you started enjoying my cane too much, so I turned you. I remember now. Just wasn’t sure of the sequence of events.”

“The problem is, dear,” she said to Megan, “you have to think about yourself. Are you happy with the relationship? Because if you’re not, then you need to do something about it. Find another donor or just cut him off. It can be painful, but sometimes it has to be done.”

“Well you seemed to have worked it all out,” she said to Ms. Johnson, “taking another sip on the wine glass.”

“I worked it out by turning him. Are you willing to do that?”

Megan put her glass down on the bar and was silent.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I’d have to find the right vampire to do it. I don’t think the viscount would help me. A mortal Steven is bad enough. Having a vampire version playing video games for the next two hundred years on my hands would be a nightmare.”

“It might change his way of looking at things,” Mr. Johnson said to her. “You changed. So did I.”

Megan brushed back her hair and looked at the other vampires in the club. It was a quiet night since it was Thursday. There were only twenty or so guests in it. Most of the others were at tables in groups of three or four. They all seemed in deep conversation. One of the advantages of the club was its “vampire only” policy which kept out the gawkers and blood chasers. Legally the owner couldn’t keep anyone out, but it wasn’t an official club, so he got away with a lot.

She saw one the other new vamps take an interest in her from a table on the other side of the room. He was tall, solid and dressed in a perfectly tailored suite. The man had a build on him that would make sculptors weep. He’s been a competitive body builder before some lady vampire decided she wanted him as an eternal boy toy. After being turned Dominic, as that was his name, decided he could do better than being stuck with a woman three hundred years his senior. He’d dumped her and was there with a woman his own age from Japan. But his vamp-dar had picked up Megan and he was checking her out. The Japanese vampire was looking at an older man at the other table, so whatever was taking place was mutual.

“Looks like someone is interested in you,” Ms. Johnson observed.

“Oh to be less than a century old,” Mr. Johnson sighed.

His wife punched him again.

Meanwhile Steve was pulling into the parking lot in front of the club which resembled an old barn. There were ten cars out front and one of them belonged to Megan. He parked his car off to the side of the other ones so as not to attract attention. Mortals weren’t supposed to be allowed into the club, but Megan had slipped him into it in the past since she was friends with the owner. He stood by his car and looked at the ground. It had seemed a long time ago, but he had been here last year with her. Why had things gone bad between them? All he wanted to do was please her.

Steve walked up the ramp into the barn slowly. He got halfway up it when he looked down and realized he was wearing the same clothes he had slept in on the couch. He was going to stand out. This was an elegant crowd. Although the club lacked a dress code policy, it didn’t really need one. Everyone there knew what was expected of them and they wouldn’t dare dress down much. Do it too often and you wouldn’t find yourself on the invite list.

He walked up, grabbed the door by the handle and pulled it open. Then he walked into the club.

Steve stood at the entrance and let his eyes adjust to the lighting on the inside. Contrary to popular belief, vampires could not see in the dark. Like cats they had extremely good night vision, but still needed a source of illumination. Too much light hurt their eyes, which is why they wore shades in the evening.

Steve saw Megan at the bar. But she wasn’t by herself. She was with a huge guy whose arms made two of him. The guy had a shaved head and was dressed in a suit and tie. They were getting awful close, almost making out. He had his hands all over Megan and she didn’t seem to mind it in the least bit. They were talking in hushed voices and, although there was no music playing in the bar, he couldn’t hear a word they said.

Steve didn’t notice the stares he was getting from the other guests in the club. Everyone quit talking and just looked at him. They watched in astonishment as this mortal had the balls to come into their space and walk up to the bar. The club owner was already running an interception when Steve walked up to Megan.

“Megan,” he blurted out. “Why did you leave? What did I do wrong?”

Megan turned her head from the man she had been talking to into the direction of Steve. She might have been on the curvy side, but she jumped down from the bar stool as if she weighed less than air. Megan went right up to Steve and put her face two inches from his.

“Who told you to follow me?” she demanded.

The club owner stopped a foot away from them. Best to let the two sort it out.

“I-I-I…” was all Steve could say.

“That’s it Steven!” she yelled and everyone in the bar heard her. “Now you’re stalking me and I won’t tolerate it. I want you to go home to your damn computer games, your miniature figures, your little boy plans and whatever you happen to be into this week. I’m not putting up with you any longer! Now get out! Do you understand basic English or do you want me to teach you that too?”

Steve was at a loss for words.

“Oh the hell with it,” she said grabbing Dominic from the bar. “Can you take me somewhere else? I want to get away from this loser!”

“I’ve got my car here,” he said. “But Suzi is still…”

He looked back at the table where he had been sitting. His date had her legs wrapped around the man she had been looking at.

“Yeah,” he said, “I guess we can go.”

Megan grabbed him, hauling Dominic out of the door.

Steve was left standing where he had been, still trying to figure out what had happened.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” the club owner said to him. “You have to go. And tell Megan she needs to call me later. I can’t have people here making a scene.”

“I think he’s just fine,” a new voice called from out of the dim light.

Into visual range stepped a tall woman close of about forty. It was always impossible to tell just how old a vampire was, but she had the look of wisdom on her face. She wore a black veil over a two piece outfit that covered very little. Around her waist was a leather belt and she stood tall in her six inch stiletto heels.

“Lilith,” the club owner said. “There are rules for this place.”

“And rules can be broken,” she said, shoving a wad of bills into his hand. “Is that back room open? The one you only let special people use?”

He looked at the money in his hand, took out a key ring and pulled off a key. He gave it to her.

“Use it as long as you need to.”

“Oh, I have all kinds of needs this one can fill,” she said, taking Steve by the arm. “Come on, killer whale, we have a date.”

Lilith pulled Steve along with her through the club the other guests looking on with knowing smirks. She opened a door and took him inside, locking it behind them.

“Do you think he had any idea what he’s in for?” Mr. Johnson asked his wife.

“No,” she responded. “Too much of the headlight deer in his face. But he’s about to find out.”

There was even less light in the room where Steve found himself. The tall Lilith grabbed him and pulled Steve down to a bed she was sitting on. She tossed one long leg over his.

“So what’s wrong, big boy?” she asked. “Your blood goddess is losing interest? You can’t understand what you’re doing wrong because all you care about is what she needs?”

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Didn’t you hear? I’m Lilith, the queen of the night, baby. I’m the worst thing you can imagine and the best thing you will ever have. I make little boys grow up and take big ones home to play with me. The problem is, you don’t want to grow up.”

Steve looked at her with absolute incomprehension. Who was this woman? Where did Megan go?

“Let me explain something to you,” she said. “Getting your ass branded was the worst thing you could have done. I’ve never seen it last. Donor wants everyone to know, in private, he’s her personal suck toy because he gets off on it, not her.

She looked at her wrist watch.

“Dominic has been out with her for less than half an hour,” she said. “In about two hours he’ll have her clothes off showing what a real man can do for her. She'll be pushed up against the wall with her fangs out screaming as she cums. You ever watch two vampires have sex? It can get pretty hot.”

“What am I going to do?” Steve started to blubber. “I just want to please her.”

Slap! Lilith hit him hard across the face with her palm.

“Have you not been listening to me, chuckle head?” She yelled at him. “She doesn’t want a guy who runs around asking her what to do. You need to start doing it right! And don’t cringe; I’m not going to hit you again. You might start liking it. Now get your clothes off.”

Steve began removing his shorts, then his shirt. He didn’t have on much in the first place. When he was finished he stood there staring at the vampire woman with his manhood hanging out.

“We’ve off to a good start,” she said. “Now get my clothes off.”

Carefully, he took off her veil, then the shoes. When he had those off, Steve asked her to turn around and let him unhook her bra.

“Wrong!” she yelled at him. “You don’t ask for permission at this stage of the game! Just do it, I’ll let you know if you’re doing something wrong.”

He continued after removing her bra to slide her thong over her thighs. Now she they were both naked. And sitting on the bed

“I’m going to do something,” she said to him. “And you get to guess what I want you to do in response.”

She put one long leg on his shoulder. Steve began kissing down the leg, licking inside the thing, and then going up the other thigh, all the way to the other foot. This part wasn’t so different from what Megan liked. He continued working his way back down the leg and went right for the middle. Steve began licking until Lilith held his head in place. She had him continue for a few more minutes. Then pulled his head back.

“Take me!” was all she said.

Steve tossed himself on top of her, shoved himself inside the tall vampire and began making love to her as hard as she could. He pounded away, not knowing where he found the ability. Her eyes changed color and soon Lilith had her head back and her fangs out. Steven knew from experience what this meant. He felt her sharp nails scratch his back and draw blood. Then he heard her orgasm explode from inside and she held him tight enough to break his ribs, but released him, just as Steve came inside her.

They held onto each other for a few minutes while Steve’s heart beat slowed down. Lilith, being a vampire, didn’t have a beating heart. Then she let go and they lay next to each other.

“By the way,” she said to him, “I’m contagious. I should have told you first, but now you know.”

“He leaned over to her. “Doesn’t that mean I’ll be one too?”

“Just like us. Don’t worry I’m now your sponsor. I’ll get you signed up for a support group soon.”

They finished putting their clothes back on. Steve was already feeling different.

“We have to get going. I need to get you some better threads. Come on let’s go.”

As they left the room, Steve asked her:

“What did you say your name was?”

“Lilith. Vicountess Lilith. Don’t bother to thank me, this is payback.”

The Johnsons watched them leave.

“Looks like Svengali found her a Trilby,” he said to his wife.

“I think she used the old ‘contagious’ line on him,” she said. “It’s not easy to make another vampire, but he doesn’t know it.”

“Best that he doesn’t.”

Megan came home the next morning to find Steve all cleaned up and wearing an Armani suit in the parlor. She was shocked, just earlier in the evening; he’d had a tee shirt and shorts on. She had made her mind up to tell him she’d just been with Dominic and the two of them were finished. He informed her they were just getting started as he now was a vampire too and needed to make some lifestyle adjustments. They went in the bedroom and had an all-day sex session.