Part One

Viking's Hell

They shared a long, passionate kiss and the tall man pushed the tiny lady onto his bed. His chest was bare as he stood over her, looking down at her. As he grinned he exposed his white fangs and started to open his pants slowly. He could do it much faster than any human, but he enjoyed torturing her. Even though he was not able to imagine how much she really lusted after him.

They both met on a party a few hours ago. It was so hard for them not to jump each other in the first moment the saw each other. Although it was only five years ago that they had seen each other, he couldn't wait to fuck her again.

Suddenly the woman jumped forwards in vampire speed and yanked his pants down. He laughed amused, threw her back hard and crawled on top of her. She lay on her stomach and again too slowly, he unfastened the little buttons on the back of her dress.

"I hate this clothing. Back in our times it was so much more comfortable." The Viking told her while holding her in place. He was wearing way too fancy clothes for a guy that was certainly as tall and muscular as he was. Her dress was brown and had fine embroideries at its seam. It had a lacey collar and was tight on her body, the skirt was wide. This fine body of her was perfectly covered and did show enough to make her look just perfect. Though, her décolleté exposed lots of her creamy white skin. Biting her neck straight away would be too lovely to be true.

"Just wait some time and the clothes will improve. Nothing can be as comfortable as our Viking clothes though." She said solemnly. Then she tried to get him off her thighs and wiggled a bit with her hips. Unfortunately that wouldn't work and just seemed to amuse him. The man with the blond hair was stronger than she was and would always be, just because he was almost one hundred years older than she was. That almost made them ancients.

She tried to sit up a bit, but could only as long as Eric was peeling off her dress and let her move as far as he was willing to. He made her get out of the short sleeves and at the same time out of her undergarments. Not too eagerly he got off of her a little to remove the dress fully and let her move away a bit. This was enough for her to get free. The woman just turned around and jumped on top of him and sat down on his stomach. Her long blond hair was curly and a few strands that hung in front of her hid her nipples from his sight. He wasn't disappointed; he knew every inch of her, but still. Seeing her naked was exactly what the beast inside him wanted.

Eric could feel her hot and already wet flesh on his skin. He growled and looked at her. In this moment he would kill just to get inside her finally.

Alva could tell how aroused he was. She chuckled and looked down at him.

Eric smiled and grabbed her hips. With inhuman speed he threw her another time on her back, spread her legs and lay down on top of her. Until now they were more wrestling and trying to gain control over each other than having sex. Eric licked down between her breasts, over her stomach until he reached her core. Teasingly he licked her core. She smelled so tasty, had missed her scent. Her very own odor brought back the most wonderful memories. He looked up showing his fangs and in the next second he bit her inner thigh. It was more out of passion than feeding, so he didn't really drink much of her blood, but he took a few sips, just to have her taste inside his mouth even more. It also turned them on even more. Alva moaned and moved her fingers through his hair. Now he didn't want to wait anymore. The last thing he wanted was teasing himself for no use.

"Eric from the North… Kiss me." She whispered and he obeyed. The old vampire returned on top of her and brought their bodies into the right spaces. Alva could feel his muscular body on her soft one, enjoyed his weight on her. She stroked over his arms and smiled at him.

She was so little… he was afraid to hurt her, even after 1000 years. Of course it wouldn't be easy to hurt her. But that didn't keep him from fucking her until both of them were sore. As he kissed her he was not gentle and in the same time he pushed his penis hard into her. It wouldn't be him if he pretended to be soft and charming; it would ruin her image of her Mr. Northman.

She cried out in pleasure and dug her nails into his shoulders. Eric started to thrust back and forth and began to speed up. She moaned beneath him as he filled her out and bent over his neck. With great hunger she bit down and sank her teeth into his flesh.

Alva climaxed immediately and let go off his neck, to cry out in pleasure, while he still held his pace and pumped into her. He kissed her blood red lips and tasted his own blood, mixed with hers, while he caressed her tongue with his own. Just when he felt his own climax come he stopped to kiss her and sank his teeth into her neck, to taste her blood once again.

At the end he let himself fall down beside her on the bed and pulled her close to his chest. He put his strong arms around her body and held her tight. Normally Eric didn't do the cuddling afterwards, but he made an exception for Alva.

"It does not matter how often you come to me, it always does end like this. Well maybe not this civilized as tonight." On his face lay a satisfied grin.

Alva froze. "I thought you appreciate me? Or did I get something wrong, Eric?"

"I do kind of. But in the last few centuries you seemed a little pathetic." He told her. The second his words left his mouth, she broke free from his grip.

She stood over him on the bed and stared down at him. Her eyes looked cold as ice and she exposed her fangs. But this time she wasn't aroused, now she was angry.

From this perspective he could see everything of her. The pink flesh between her legs, her firm breasts and all those other curves her body owned. She was a pretty little lady and was lucky to be undead. Blood ran down between her legs. But the wound that had caused the bleeding had already been closed.

Angry woman turned him on. In the next second he stood beside her and pressed his body against hers. But Alva wasn't in the mood anymore. She hit him hard and he landed in the next wall. "Oh sweetheart, the civilized sex is over if I get you right." Eric said grinning.

"Yes. But you still got it wrong. The whole sex is over." Thanks to being a vampire in no time she had put on her dress, while he was getting up. Now he was angry too, but he didn't deserve it any better. Even though he was so much taller than she was, she was not scared of him.

They next second both of them stood in front of the door. Alva stood on her toes and kissed Eric good bye. "You always disappear after you got what you wanted." He said, but somewhere deep inside he knew that he was wrong. Softly he stroked over the wound on her neck and licked her sweet blood of his finger tip.

"Oh Eric… I never got what I really wanted from you." She told him and smiled bitterly.

"Spending time with you was always a pleasure, but it wasn't what I deep inside longed for." Red tears began to run out of her eyes. Bloody vampire tears. "Maybe you can guess it out until the next time. Everything I ever wanted was to be your princess, my brave Viking."

The blonde turned away and rubbed with a hand over her eyes. Then she walked out of his bedroom and didn't dare look back. She wouldn't be able to leave him and this surely would destroy her entirely.

Alva couldn't go on pretending to be someone she never had been.

This meeting was kind of disturbing for Eric, because she hadn't acted like this for several decades and he saw her cry only twice. His memories were clear, as if it just happened yesterday.

The first time was when he refused to keep her at his side when they were still young vampires. She was quite frail by then, but had her maker and was in no danger anymore. Both of them had problems and he wasn't willing to share his yet, especially not with a woman.

The second time was when her human died. Alva had kept and loved the man until he died.

He'd never understand vampires who loved humans. That was just odd. Humans were blood bags only usable for food, sex and maybe business, but not to spend your life with. Although Alva had just did that. She had had feelings for the human, loved him and didn't contact Eric while she was with him. And after this human had died, she was grieving his death longer than he actually had lived.

Eric shook his head and let himself fall back onto the bed. Her absence already made him mad. Her stay was simple too short. He could still smell her everywhere in this room.

It would take him almost two hundred years to figure out what was wrong with the vampire called Alva. And he wouldn't meet her again until then.

Vampires could feel love, because they could feel anything else too. Some were just too ignorant and too proud to realize that fact.

Eric was for a long time one of them.

End of Part One