Frank Remington was 19 when he moved to Los Angeles, looking for a new place to start. Frank was still 19 when he got a brick smashed over his head by some random vampire on the run, and embraced by the same vampire in the same night.
After the execution of his new sire, he found out what kind of mess he was in. An older kindred, Jack, helped him learn how to handle his new situation. He was an eleventh generation Gangrel.
He stood at six feet, two inches. His hair was not a mop of dreads, instead it was curly and hanging loosely around his head. It was a mahogany shade of brownish-red. He wore a black thermal shirt, baggy jeans and black combat boots. Furthermore, he had a rather athletic build full of lean muscle.
He had recently finished a job in Santa Monica for Prince LaCroix, and made sure no Sabbat scum missed out on their final death. He relished their agony as he made sure most of his kills were slow.
While he was there, he was helping LaCroix's ghoul who was critically injured. He requested that he bring him morphine for the pain. As Frank sauntered over to the clinic, and got briefed on ghouls by a ghoul who recognized him from the execution, if not his teeth and his pale skin.
After smooth talking his way past the front desk, he was looking into the rooms for morphine, or even an aspirin at this point. There was no morphine in sight!
Soon enough he saw this red-haired girl with glasses. She looked like she had been mauled by a wild hound. After the conversation with a ghoul outside, he decided the best course of action to be giving this red-headed girl some of his blood.
After that he left without a word. Leaving the girl stunned with adoration in her eyes.
Fast forward to him, two nights later. On his way to meet LaCroix and report in about the Sabbat warehouse. After he exited the cab, he saw her again. Lively and well, as if she had never been wounded. He tried to ignore her, but she approached him first.
"Hey! Uh, I know this may be creepy and all but please don't blow me off! Someone told me I could find you here. I want to thank you for what you did the other night." She spoke, nervous as a drafted soldier on the frontlines of war.
"No need to thank me." Frank's voice rolled out, deep and rough. He was hoping to get out of here soon.
"No! I- uhh, please. I'm in you debt." She spoke, probably too quick. She continued.
"I have been looking for you since that night. You saved my life. I just really want to thank you." She said slowly, moving closer.
Frank began to panick a bit.
Am I even allowed to have a ghoul? What do I do?! Why is she so cute?! Dammit!
"I don't think you should be here." Frank responded, hoping to stop her from calling the police.
"Well, can you at least tell me your name and explain what's happening?" She asked, eager just speaking to him.
"You first." Frank bargained, taking a small step back.
"Heather Poe."
"Frank Remington. I gave you my blood and it saved your life." Why am I just telling her? I'm gonna have to kill her after this.
"How is that possible?"
"I'm a vampire."
"Really? It all makes sense now." Heather spoke, seeming relieved by this.
I don't like killing the innocent. Please don't make me kill you. Frank couldn't stop himself from panicking more and more
He was still where he stood, not even blinking.
Heather started again.
"That feeling there's something watching you, something more sinister at play in the world."
"Well, what do you think of this truth?" Frank just wanted to know if he had to kill her or not.
"I just want to be with you. I tried your apartment but you weren't there. Can I just be with you?" Heather pleaded, hands clasped below her chin and trying to use a sad look to win over Frank.
"Alright, just wait here. I have to do something around the corner. How did you know where I lived?"
"I asked around until this goofy guy in a leather jacket told me. He said he was in a similar situation."
"Okay, but really just wait here. I should be back in twenty minutes atbthe most, if not by then, just got to my apartment. Wait there." Frank explained before walking off and rounding the corner.
Heather simply waited.
Frank was relieved that the conversation was over. He was also excited at the prospect of having a ghoul.
Finally, he found LaCroix's tower. After getting to LaCroix's office and giving his report on recent events, leaving out how Mercurio needed help and got badly injured, he decided to ask about the rules and regulations on ghouls.
"If I may, what are the guidelines surrounding ghouls?" Frank questioned, hoping LaCroix would give a favorable response.
"Ghouls?" LaCroix spoke, as if asking a question in response.
"Yes, ghouls."
"Just find someone who won't be a security risk, and will serve you well. Why do you ask?"
"I met several ghouls during my time in Santa Monica, and Mercurio even explained how it works. I would like to have one of my own in the future." Frank explained, leaving out the part where he fed his vitae to someone.
"Ah, that's right. You are at a disadvantage compared to most other kindred."
"You mean the whole 'dead sire' thing, right?"
"Yes. Well carry on, and here is some payment for your work." LaCroix finished as he fished a wad of twenties from his desk drawer.
Frank took the money and promptly left.
Well, this should be fun. Now to collect Heather, head to The Last Round then go home and figure out how to deal with her.
As he walked out of the elevator and headed toward the door, he saw Heather walking by. He picked up the pace and rushed out, hoping to stop her.
"Hey!" Frank called out, successfully catching her attention.
"Slow down. We need to talk." He continued.
Heather stopped walking, and waited for him to come closer and speak.
"You said you wanted to be with me, right?" He began.
"Yes! please can I be with you?!" She interrupted.
"Yeah, sure. We should talk somewhere more private though. Come with me." He directed her to follow him to an alley. Heather, wanting to please, followed in silence.
After finding an isolated area in this back alley, he began speaking.
"Heather, it turns out that you are a ghoul now."
"A ghoul?"
"Yes, a servant of a vampire. I let you drink my blood, now you are my ghoul."
"Okay, but is that a bad thing?" Heather probed, hoping this wouldn't stop her from being with her saviour.
"If anything, it is a good thing. It means you can be with me, but you will have to drink my blood every now and again."
Heather's eyes lit up at this news, and a grand smile formed on her face.
"Now then, how about we get to know each other, Heather. How old are you?" Frank continued the conversation, moving a bit closer to Heather and lowering is voice.
"I'm nineteen."
Heather felt heat builbuilding up in her core. As if a match had just been lit.
"Are you in college?"
"Yes, but I was gonna drop out." Heather began moving closer as well, her eyes were beginning to take on a glazed look.
She felt a fire building up bewteen her legs.
Oh, why can't I control myself. Heather usually stopped herself when a situation like this appeared, but now she just wanted it.
"How many people have you fucked?" Frank placed his left hand on her shoulder.
His hand may have been cold from death, but to her it felt like fire.
"None actually." Heather answered without hesitation or lying, as if she had no real control over herself.
Frank placed his right hand on her waist and lightly pulled her closer. Heather's mind ran wild with their proximity.
"Good, now what do you want to do?"
I wanna fuck you. I wanna suck your cock! Anything to please you!"Anything to please you." Heather answered, and his grin said it all.
He craned his neck and leaned in. Kissing her, moving his right hand down to grip her plump ass. He could feel an ache in his manhood that told him he was able to feel. And feel he would.
He broke the kiss and Heather whined in a complaint.
"Suck my cock." He ordered.
"Gladly!" Heather responded as she got on her knees and unzipped his pants.
She reached in to pull out a thick, eight inch cock, which she quickly began to lick and suck.
Frank could feel every sensation on his member as Heather worked him into her mouth. Her mouth felt so warm and soft.
Heather kept going until she reached the base, his girthy balls touching her chin. She used one hand to play with herself and the other was gripping his hip.
Frank grabbed her hair and began to skullfuck her, enjoying both the sensation and the sound of her gagging.
Heather was dripping wet at this point, and had definitely ruined her panties. She didn't care however because this experience just felt so good.
Frank could feel himself building up and was about to come.
Time to really see your worth."Swallow it all!" He growled out.
He hadn't gotten off in a month and was very pent up. He fired his load directly into Heather's throat. Heather did her best to swallow every drop of his load, and was struggling not only from the sheer volume of it but also from the trembling orgasm she had given herself.
Once Frank was finished, he pulled out of Heather's mouth, still hard. He looked upon her and grinned when he saw where her other hand was.
Heather was busy catching her breath and recovering from her big-o. Her hair was disheveled and her glasses were barely still on her nose. One of the straps for her shirt had shifted down her arm.
Frank decided to have more fun and crouched don to her level. He grabbed her hand from her crotch and tasted her juices from her fingers. Heather was surprised by this action and gave a slight yelp.
Frank however couldn't even enjoy his favorite meal anymore. He could never eat like a normal human again. But this, the fluids from this girl tasted like heaven.
Finally, after he finished licking Heather's fingers, he stood. His length was still throbbing, but he took out a black bandana.
"Here. Clean yourself up." Frank ordered, handing Heather the bandana.
"Do I please you?" Heather asked, taking the bandana and cleaning her face of his sterile seed and her own saliva.
"Oh hell yeah, you do." Frank answered, noticing her perk up at this response.
Her bright green eyes focused on his dark brown.
"Maybe we could take this back to your place? It's gonna be dawn soon."
"I was gonna go to this bar in the area, but I guess that can wait. Let's go find a cab." Frank said as Heather handed him his bandana and got up.
Frank began walking and for every step he took, he could here Heather's heels clicking behind him.