Writer's Note: This is an original story that I came up with while watching some vampire movies and shows. As always I am open to feedback, comments, and suggestions and I hope you enjoy!
She meets him on the edge of a shier cliff, looking as if he is about to give humanity a leap towards evolution. She can tell by the look in his glazed over eyes that he is determined to fly as far as he can from that ledge. He will glide over the forest's tree tops and do an aerial dance with the city lights in the distance. Sure in actuality he wouldn't get far, but he doesn't seem to care. He spreads his arms out wide like two long, skinny, wings at his sides. He looks up at the stars that shine through the clear, moon lite sky. Tears wet his cheeks and trickle down towards his white, button up, shirt which is already stained with salt that has dried up hours ago, but these new ones are quickly blown away as gusts of wind push at his back, taunting him. He can hear the wind whining against the rocks, 'What are you waiting for?' as it floats up his un-tucked shirt, exposing his rippled abs and slender waist. To her he looks like an angel, with his delicate facial features, mid-length blond hair, and eyes so green, they're as bright as a barn owl's. He takes in a deep breath and slowly closes his eyes. This is the moment. The moment he is going to show everyone, what man is actually capable of. He lifts his foot ever so slightly off the ground and inches it over the ledge.
"Don't do it!" She cries out to him.
Startled by her presence, he stops in his tracks, lowers his arms quickly, then turns to face her. In that moment, seeing her beautiful face, it is as if all the hardships in his life just disappear and all that is left in the world is her.
"Don't do what?" He says while obviously trying to play it off as if he wasn't going to really jump.
She takes a few steps closer to him with sympathy written across her face. "Don't give me that. You were really going to do it... weren't you?" Her eyes beg him to tell the truth.
He stuffs his hands into his jean pockets and looks down at his feet ashamed.
"Look, no matter how hard life gets, you can't just give up like that. Okay?"
He looks back up at her slightly annoyed. "No offense lady, but you don't even know me. I'm not a good person, I've hurt a lot of people throughout my life. So why should you care what I do?"
"Everyone makes mistakes. There is nothing you can't make up for so long as you try."
"Don't tell me you're one of those religious fanatics who believes that all I have to do is ask for forgiveness and God will save me."
"No. Since you bring it up I don't really have a religious preference, if any at all, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in a kind of balance. A person can always make up for a deed they have done wrong even if it takes them an entire lifetime."
He is silent for a moment then breaks the tension with a response, "I kill people."
"You kill people?" She asks confused.
He turns back towards the cliff unable to face her. "At least one person a week."
"What, are you like a soldier, or a spy, or something?"
He forces a laugh knowing she would never believe the truth so he figures he might as well tell her. He turns back to her. "I'm a vampire," he answers bluntly.
They look into each others eyes for the longest moment in silence. He was expecting her to laugh, or scream, possibly even run away in terror, but instead she just studies him intensely.
"A vampire huh? I've always wondered if I would ever meet one."
Her reaction makes him think two things about the woman who stands before him. One, she is completely nuts for having heard what he said and believes it to be true without question, or two, she has a deep fetish for vampires and thinks he is putting on some kind of role play.
"What do you mean if you would ever meet one? W-what are you saying? That you believe me? Just like that?"
"Sure, I mean... you don't know me, so I see no reason why you would lie to me about something like that."
"So you're taking my words as truth. That blood sucking monsters exist and yet you're not scared?"
"Why? Should I be? Are you going to bit my neck, drain me of my blood, steal my soul?" She teases in a casual tone.
He laughs again while rubbing his face with his fingers, thinking 'she has to be high to be making light of such a conversation. After all, they are in the middle of no where, at night, complete strangers to one another, and she is acting as if this is just an every day conversation to have with someone.'
"No, no I'm not going to do that," he assures her.
She takes a few more steps closer while being obviously flirtatious with her hips. "Why not? Do I not look appetizing?"
He sighs, "I'm here because I don't want to hurt people anymore, but I can't control myself."
"I see. So you think that by jumping off this cliff you'll be taking your own life so that you won't have to take others?"
He nods his head.
"So is this normally how vampires take their lives? By jumping off high places and splattering themselves on the surface below?"
He shakes his head. "To be honest I wouldn't know. It just seemed like the next best thing to try."
"The next best thing?"
"Yeah, this isn't my first suicide attempt."
"How many times have you tried?"
"So many I have lost count." He thinks to himself for a moment. "Probably in the dozens."
"I'm sorry to hear that. What a burden it must be to able to live forever, to do anything you could ever imagine, and yet be so unhappy."
"I'm sure I'll find a way to end it sooner or later. When you try everything, eventually something will work."
He looks back to the city and kicks a stack of stones over the ledge. They clack against the side of the cliff for the longest moment before colliding with the treetops below. Ruby checks her surroundings for any sign of other people in the area, but only the distant lights of the city are visible. The wind picks up again and she realizes just how cold the night air has become. She rubs her hands against her arms to try to keep them warm through her light, summer, jacket. Unable to bare the sight of someone so handsome being so sad any longer she decides she might as well try to perk him up.
"Look umm, I'm kind of... alone tonight. If you don't mind I would appreciate some company."
"Wow. A young woman asking a complete male stranger to keep her company. I thought I had issues." He expected her to become offended but instead she brushes it off.
"Well, if that is how you really feel about it... I guess I'll just leave you be. If tomorrow I read about a young man who dove off a cliff and died I will take that as a sign that you finally found the peace you are looking for. Have a good night."
She waves him off and starts to walk away with her body hunched forward in embarrassment. 'I put myself out there and got shot down, but what did I really expect from a man so beautiful and powerful looking as him? He could have any woman he ever wanted and probably has.'
Ken takes one last look out to the night sky as he thinks about what to do next. 'Should I continue where I left off or should I take the chance to be with a beautiful, woman who also appears lonely and even a bit hurt?' He turns away from the cliff and hurries to catch up with her. As he approaches, she lifts her head up out of her jacket and gives him a smile.
"So, changed your mind?" She asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Hey look, I'm sorry for how I acted back there. I'm not really thinking clearly you know. It was nice of you to offer your company and I kind of just through it back in your face."
"No worries. I am just glad you decided to join me. Come on. We can head back to my place."
They hop into her car and drive toward the city. They are both quiet for the longest time, not sure what to say to one another after such an awkward meeting.
"My name is Kennith by the way," he says breaking the silence.
She replies with a smile. "Ken huh? I like that name. Mine's Ruby."
"Ruby? Wow! That is a beautiful name."
"Thanks."
"So, what were you doing out here all alone so late at night, Ruby?"
She sighs hard, "My boyfriend just dumped me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he bits his tongue.
"Don't be. Apparently, I was too eccentric for his liking. I am sure you have already caught onto why he would have reasons to think that way. I like to think of myself as open minded but I guess that just wasn't his thing. So I came out here to get some fresh air, take a look out at the place I have been living with him for the past three years, the place I thought I was gonna take the next step in life, to make up my mind if it is even worth sticking around. My whole way up here I was thinking no but then I saw you. I've kind of taken it as a sign you know? Of all the nights that this could have happened and of all the times I have come out here and there was no one ever around, to just find you standing there, all alone. It's like... it was meant to be."
They become silent again and suddenly Ken can hear Ruby's heart racing, sending her blood pulsing faster and faster throughout her body. He stares at her neck and chest which are slightly exposed under her jacket where her thin, black, tank-top does very little to cover her. As she takes in deep breaths to try to keep herself calm he watches as the veins in her neck pulsate. Though he has already fed for the day he can feel his blood lust fighting him for control already. He should have never gotten in the car. He is putting her life in danger just by being near her. She notices him staring.
"See something you like?" She teases.
He snaps himself back into focus. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare."
"It's okay. It's kind of nice to feel attractive to the opposite sex after not feeling so for several months."
"You're something else you know that? I've never met a woman who is so open and honest with her thoughts before. I think... I'm already starting to like you."
"I'm glad because... I think I like you too."
They give each other a quick smile then she focuses her attention back on getting them to her place as soon as possible. He can smell her pheromones become more potent the closer they get to her house. She pulls them into the driveway and parks the car inside the garage. He thinks to himself 'Her place is decently big, especially for being inside the city.' It is a two story house with a balcony on the second floor.
"Wow. You live hear?" He asks amazed.
"Yep. Home sweet home. Come on. Let's go inside."
She leads him through the front door where there is a small entryway that she unlocks using her house keys. After opening the second doorway, she tosses off her coat, she enters the living-room, and flips on all the nights. She then holds her arm out presenting the room.
"So this is it. Welcome to my lovey abode."
He takes a good, long, look around the well decorated, feminine, home. "This is lovely. How can you afford such a place?" When she doesn't answer he turns to her and hangs his head. "I'm sorry. I don't have the right to ask you such questions. It's just the city is so expensive-"
"No, it's okay. I normally just don't like to bring it up because it tends to make people jealous which is obviously not my intention. If you really want to know I'm part of the local tribe so they pretty much pay me to live here. You know, keeping the tradition of our people alive and what not."
"I've heard of them. Your tribe members are really decent people."
"Yeah, They were. Then the casinos opened up and well..."
"Hey, I think it's great that you have people willing to support you. It's more than most people get."
"Like you for example?" She assumes. She clears her throat, "I'm sorry. That came out harsher than I meant it to." He just gives her a saddened expression. She rubs her fingers together nervously, hoping she didn't just blow her shot with him. "So anyway, would you like some tea or maybe some hot coca? Do vampires drink that kind of stuff?"
He laughs, "Some coca would be great actually. Perfect for warming up these old bones."
"Okay. Go ahead and make yourself at home. I'll be back in a jiff."
She scurries off to the kitchen as he takes a seat on the couch still looking around at all her photos and knickknacks that she has carefully placed around the room. 'She must not have children or pets' he thinks considering how many of them are glass and not placed on high shelves.
"So you said old bones," she hollers from the kitchen, "May I ask how old?"
"Well, I turned twenty eight back in 1945. That was the year I had my last birthday."
She walks back into the room holding two mugs in hand. "Holy shit. So you were born back around the turn of the twentieth century?" He nods his head and she hands him the mug of coca. "Wow, I can't imagine how strange it must be to see so much change in one lifetime. Going from horseback to motorized vehicles, television, computers." She takes a seat next to him. "Has it been difficult evolving along with everything around you?"
"Actually no. I never found that stuff to be too hard to get use to. It is actually the more basic stuff I have always had trouble with."
"Basic stuff like what?"
"Romance, a family, even just keeping a relationship. As you can imagine, women don't exactly stick around once they find out what I really am."
"I find that hard to believe. There are so many people, not just women, who would love to be an item with a vampire."
"Not as many as you would think. Delusion is a powerful thing."
"Not that I am saying you should but if you are so ashamed of what you are then why not just hide it. I mean, just by looking at you I would never guess that you were different. You're also young and attractive, surely any girl would jump at the chance to be in a relationship with you or am I just saying that because you've put some kind of charm on me?" She giggles.
"I have tried to hide what I am for a very long time, but in one way or another my blood lust always manages to reveal itself when I least want it to. I can't control it. I try to keep myself from drinking but it always wins sooner or later, and when it does I can't stop myself from draining a person to the point of death." He takes a long gulp of his coca, unbelieving to himself that he is saying all this to a complete stranger.
"Maybe the solution is not hiding it. Maybe you need to embrace what you are instead."
"Embrace what I am? You mean just go around day in and day out killing people? I don't think so."
"No, I mean instead of trying to fight your urge to drink, maybe you should just take it a little at a time. Maybe trying to hold back is what causes you to crave it so much that when you finally get it your instincts just take over and you take it way to far."
"So you think I could just go around and every day just take a small bite out of an innocent person and no one would catch on to what is happening?"
"No, that's not what I am saying either." She puts down her mug then pulls her long, brunet, hair to her right shoulder, exposing her slender, delicate, neck to him. "Maybe all you need is one person who you can drink from a little every day."
He shakes his head and takes in a deep breath as he tries not to think about how desperately wants to feel her warmth inside him. Even if he were just a man he doesn't want to take advantage of her or hurt her even in the slightest.
"No, no, no this is crazy. Why would you even offer yourself to me like this? You don't know who I am, you don't know the kind of horrible things I have done. If you knew me you would realize that I deserve to suffer. I deserve to starve."
She runs her fingers through her hair playfully, combing it. "If you don't want to it is up to you. I am just offering you a choice."
Unable to restrain himself he moves closer to her and takes her by the hands as tears soak his cheeks once again.
"But why would you want this? What do you have to gain by giving part of your life, part of your body... to me?"
"I guess, I'm just as lonely as you are. I can see it in your eyes how much you have suffered. How sorry you are for any pain you have inflicted on others. And how much you have longed to be close to someone who will accept you for who and what you are. I can see it because I see the same thing in my own eyes when I look in the mirror every morning. If two lonely people can help each other to not be lonely anymore, then where is the harm in that?"
His eyes dart back and forth as he stares into hers. He can now notice the look she is talking about. Deep inside her pupils is a version of herself screaming at him to never let go. To take the offer she has so graciously laid out before him. He still tries his best to resist. He tries to come up with any excuse.
"You don't know of what you are offering."
"Why? Are you going to turn me by biting me? Should I maybe put some of my blood in a glass for you to drink instead?"
"No, I can't turn you by just biting you. You would have to drink my blood in return. At least that is my understanding of how it works."
"Have you ever turned anyone before?"
"Not that I know of."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
"No! Well I mean of course I have thought about it but no... no... I would never wish this kind of life on anyone."
The sound of her blood is almost deafening to him at this point. Her heart beats at an incredibly fast pace and through her fingers he can feel her pulse. Recognizing the lust in his expression, Ruby slides her hands up his forearms to his neck while leaning herself into him so that their lips are mere inches from one another. They take in each others heavy breaths as their eyes pan up and down from looking at one another's eyes to looking at each others lips. They are both so full, so soft, and begging the other to continue without saying a word. With so much lust between the two of them surly what they are doing can not be wrong. She slowly runs her fingers through his hair. Everything about him is just so silky. So perfect. No scars. No blemishes. She starts to actually become envious.
"You're so beautiful," she whispers sensually.
"So are you," he replies while sliding his hands up her back wondering if at any moment she will change her mind and try to run away.
She nuzzles her nose against his and their upper lips gently caress. As she waits for his counter move, he places his hand on the back of her head and pulls her into him. Their lips connect fully and they each take in a long breath as their hearts flutter at the warm sensation. Soon their tongues join in and the taste of saliva mixes with the taste of coca. The wonderfully soft textures of skin pressing into skin sends shivers down their spines causing their hips to thrust towards one another impulsively. As he kisses down her jaw, allowing her to catch her breath, she moans to the ceiling unable to control the tingling she feels between her thighs.
"Take me upstairs," she begs.
Still kissing her vigorously, he finds it hard to stop long enough to even get out his words, "I'm not... sure that is... such a good idea. I don't think... I'd be able... to control myself... with you."
"That's alright. I want you give me everything you've got."
He finds it in himself to stop for a moment to look into her eyes. He tries to figure out if she is being serious or not. From her expression she can't seem more serious. She is presenting herself to him. Telling him he can do whatever he wants with her. With such a blank canvas his mind races with possibilities. He shakes his head.
"I don't want to hurt you. Physically or mentally. How much would you hate me if you woke up tomorrow to see that I'm not there and possibly never will again?"
"I wouldn't hate you. Even if I only get a single chance at bliss then I want to experience it," she assures him.
Unable to resist her, he lifts her up in his arms and begins carrying her upstairs. "Okay," he whispers.
As he carries her, she feels almost weightless to him. Once they reach the upstairs hallway they can't wait any longer to even make it to the bedroom before striping each other of all their clothing. He pulls her tank-top free from her shoulders and she helps him to do the same to his dress shirt. As he moves his fingers along the clasp of her bra, she runs her fingers along the creases of his abs. His muscles quiver at her touch which entices her further. She just wants to lick him all over and feel his hard muscles against her mouth. After unfastening her bra he quickly turns to her pants and pulls them clean off her legs with little effort. Now naked before him, he hurries to pull his erection from his pants and slips it inside her. Immediately, her soft, warm, wet, opening welcomes him all the way inside and his body becomes weak as her pleasurably, silky, walls tighten around his shaft. He takes her legs and wraps them around his waist as he begins thrusting her hard against the plaster wall.
She lets out a loud moan, not holding anything back. The head of his cock splits her all the way up to her uterus. It is a sensation she has not felt in a really long time and even longer still from a man who lusted for her so passionately. He was certainly becoming the creature of the night she has heard about in so many fiction stories. Though he said he wasn't sure if he could control himself, she finds him to be doing a pretty decent job of not only pleasuring himself but her as well.
"You're amazing! Don't stop!" She moans.
Hearing her sweet voice in that out-of-breath tone makes it even harder for him to stay focused. His senses race at the smell of her sweat, the touch of her tender breasts pressing against his chest, and the dilation of her pupils that are warning him that she is about to climax at any moment. He presses the base of his cock against her clitoris taking care to apply adequate pressure.
"Yeah, right there!" She moans, as her voice becomes higher pitched signaling the height of her climax.
Even though he too can feel himself reaching his limit he finds it to not be enough. No longer able to resist the need for her warmth to consume him, he sinks his shark-like teeth into her neck and begins to drink the nectar that drips from each tiny pinprick. Her cry of pain doesn't deter him from filling his mouth. He stops only long enough to swallow then lick his tongue over his teeth so that not even a single drop can go to waste.
Before realizing what he has just done, he finds her taste to be like nothing he has ever known before. She is incredibly sweet and addictive as her endorphins spread throughout her veins and he looses himself in her. He wraps his lips around the wound and continues to drain her of her fluids while filling her up with his own at the same time. His entire body goes into shock as her pussy warms his cock while her blood warms his chest. For a brief moment he feels as if he has finally found his place in the afterlife. There is no other explanation for how he can be feeling this good if he is truly still alive. Her pussy quivers and she is unable to silence herself as her entire abdomen becomes hot. She moans louder than any that have come before it. He has proven himself to her to be the perfect mate.
Her moans of pleasure turn to pain as her body becomes weak with him still drinking to his fill. "Ken? Kennith my chest is starting to hurt pretty badly." He doesn't react. It is as if he can't hear her. She tries again to gain back his focus, "Kennith?"
Suddenly they snap him back into reality. It takes him a moment to remember where he is. He looks down at her neck and finds that it is soaked with blood, along with his mouth that is dripping with her warmth. He can feel her body shaking and the sound of her heartbeat having become erratic. Panicing he sets her down gently onto the floor then looks to her in horror. Her hole body is limp and her expression has become pale. He can even see that his semen has overflowed her pussy and is now leaking out from under her, spreading over the hardwood floor.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he cries as he slams his fists against his forehead.
She holds her hand over her neck to keep the wound from bleeding further. "It's okay. I'm alright," her voice is raspy.
Still feeling as if he hasn't gotten enough, he has to fight himself to keep from grabbing her up and finishing what little blood she has left. "No, no, no! Fuck! I have to go! I can't be here right now. I'm sorry." He grabs his clothes up from the floor and heads for the stairs.
"Don't leave me," she tries to call out to him but finds her voice too weak.
She hears him hurry down the steps and out the front door without another word. While struggling to see, she lifts herself up from the floor and makes her way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror at her wound at first she thinks it looks pretty bad, but after she gets it cleaned and bandaged she realizes that he really didn't do that much damage.
"Was... was he being gentle with me? He told me he can't stop himself when it comes to drinking blood, so what made him stop this time? And why did he feel he had to run away once he stopped? Was he afraid I would be mad at him?"
Too exhausted to keep thinking about it, she finishes getting herself cleaned up, then turns out the lights to head to bed.
The next morning, Ruby decides to treat the day like any other. Starting off by going to the local dinner for a bite to eat. Still weak from the night before she becomes embarrassed realizing she must look hung over, stumbling as she walks. She steps into the dinner, then takes a seat at her favorite booth. She orders herself some pancakes with extra syrup thinking it might be a good idea to get her blood sugar up. 'After all, that is how they do it for those who donate blood right?'
As she is about to cut into her second stack, a gentile hand takes hold of hers and stops her from being able to take another bite. She looks up at the person who has so rudely interrupted her only to be surprised that it is him. Ken gives her a worried smile then sits down in the chair across from her. He then lets go of her hand to allow her to continue.
"So I see you decided to come back," she teases.
He hangs his head. "Yeah. I feel terrible about what I did to you last night. How I just kind of... dinned and dashed. I'm really, very sorry." He looks to her with puppy dog eyes.
She stuffs her face with another big bite of pancake and enjoys the sticky sweetness in her mouth. "No worries. I understand."
"You're not upset with me?" He asks confused.
"No. Why would I be upset?" She asks stuffing her mouth again.
"Come on, you can't let me off that easy."
"Okay, if you feel so bad, why don't you make it up to me?"
"Okay, how?"
"By coming over and doing it all again tonight?"
"Do it again?"
"Yeah. We can play the whole thing out just the way as before, only this time..." she points her fork hard at him with a serious look in her eye. He swallows hard, worried what she is about to demand. "... you stick around to snuggle afterward," she finishes.
He lets out a sigh of relief.
"So do we have a deal?"
"I don't know. Are you absolutely sure your up for it?"
She giggles, "Am I up for another round of the best sex of my life? I am pretty sure I am."
His face blushes red as he realizes she said that loud enough for every other table around them to hear her. He takes a look around but no one seems to have even batted an eye in their direction.
"Alright. I'll come over again tonight. If that's really want you want," he whispers.
"It is. Now here, enjoy some breakfast with me."
She loads up her fork and dips the pancake in way too much syrup then shoves it into his mouth. He nearly chokes and she just giggles at him.
"You're something else that is for sure. I can't quite put my finger on you."
She just smiles and continues to dig in.