Chapter 2: Blood Sugar Sex Magic
I hated it when Jasper was right. I really fucking did. He's a cocky smug bastard who never hesitates to shove an I told you so in my face, but I had to admit, I was really glad he was right about this...
A couple nights after his words of wisdom at the campsite, I found myself sitting on the edge of a bed of a college sophomore girl's dorm room with my pants around my ankles. Her head bobbed up and down between my legs as she expertly swirled her tongue around my dick. Jasper was right. This was a good way to shut them up. One less voice I had to listen to, the better.
The cute brunette (I had already forgotten her name) moaned as she reveled at how incredibly hard I was.
Don't chip a tooth, honey, I thought, smiling down at the top of her head.
I'd been without sustenance since the campsite, and I was parched, but I was curious enough about the recent advice I'd been given to want to entertain it. So I held back the immediate urge to slake my thirst, and let the tramp work her magic. I mean, wasting this girl's oral talent seemed like such a shame. Besides, if I returned to Jasper empty-handed he'd certainly label me as a newborn prude for eternity.
"Come up here," I beckoned, once I felt she was sufficiently warmed up. I needed her closer to my mouth.
She climbed up off her knees and reached underneath her skirt to peel off her panties, smiling wickedly as she did so. She straddled my hips, and I cupped her bare ass, lowering her body down onto mine. She slid me deep inside of her and I hissed in pleasure at the hot silk that surrounded me. I had nearly forgotten how good it felt, even more so, since I experienced heat more intensely than when I was human. Her warmth was appetizing. Every last inch of her body radiated heat and it was driving me insane with hunger. I had to remind myself several times to savor the moment, to prolong the desire.
She crossed her arms in front of herself and pulled her shirt up and over her head, then tossed it away, giving me a full view of her surgically altered D-cups that were barely contained inside a skimpy black bra. I let her bounce up and down for a while, allowing her to exert herself. I took insane pleasure in her riding me, but also in feeling her body grow more and more feverish by the second.
When she tipped her head back to expose her throat to me, I completely lost it. Snaking my arms up her back and behind her head, I pulled her closer to me and lowered my mouth against her neck. I licked upward from her collarbone and when I reached the pulse point underneath her jaw, I pulled my lips back over my teeth and sank them ferociously into her flesh. A violent stream of blood poured from the wound and into my mouth, spilling out around my lips. She screamed and I secured her body more roughly against me. There was loud music playing in the hallway and it was certain to have muffled the noise, and the door was also locked, pending any complications.
Fisting the hair at the back of her head, I pulled sideways to arch her neck even more, allowing me better access to my feast. Her body, slick with sweat, sex and blood, writhed in panic, but she was no match against my strength. Her life quickly slipped away and she finally grew limp in my arms. I finished the last of her and sighed through a rush of air as I pulled my mouth away.
"Fucking hell!" I uttered in ecstasy, small droplets of blood spraying from my lips onto the silicone twins. I couldn't remember the last time a kill tasted so delicious.
I really fucking hated it when Jasper was right.
I pushed the body off me and it slumped heavily to the ground. I swept the back of my hand across my bloody mouth and looked around for something better to clean up with. I couldn't just walk out into the hallway looking like... well... like I had just butchered someone. I found a large t-shirt folded across her pillow. The scent of masculine cologne clung to it, and I imagined it belonged to her boyfriend. I scoffed, and used it to wipe myself clean of her blood, then dropped it over the corpse when I was done.
I stood up, got dressed and headed for the door. Upon second thought, I turned around and snatched her panties from off the floor and stuffed them into my front pocket.
"Thanks for showing me the light, babe," I sneered, then left the dorm undetected. I could have dropped a match and burned the whole fucking place down if I really wanted to, but Jasper and I would be out of town before the body even got cold.
I found the Mustang parked a couple blocks down from campus, haloed by the glow of a street lamp. Jasper was on his back sprawled across both front seats with his crossed ankles hanging out the passenger side window. I bent to look inside and he grinned up at me with a look of self satisfaction, his arms crossed behind his head.
"I brought you a souvenir," I said. Digging the panties out of my pocket, I tossed the lacy projectile at his face.
Jutting his fist out, Jasper caught it then sat upright.
"Shut up," I warned, anticipating his smugness.
"That good, huh?"
I couldn't wipe the growing smile off my face. "I said shut up," I repeated, then opened the door and slid into shotgun.
I told you so, he gloated using his thoughts.
"Yeah, whatever. Just don't start singing again."
Something happened to me that night. Something clicked. I finally understood what Jasper had been talking about all this time. Granted, I was still new in the game. Jasper had spent nearly a century in this life before he pulled me into it, and with all his experience, I saw no reason not to adhere to the way he lived. If a little play and patience was in order to acquire the most palatable flavor, what sense did it make to pass it up?
We became comrades. Two teammates playing the same game instead of two individuals doing their own thing. We bonded closer. We were finally on the same page. And because of that, the next twenty years that followed were delicious in every way shape and form. I had to hand it to Jasper. He made hunting fun.
In the winter of early 2011, I'd spent a quarter of a century as a vampire. I'd officially lived longer this way than I had as a human, and my immortal life was a hell of a lot better than the piss poor one I left behind. I suffered a life of having parents who cursed the day I was born; a life of working for an overbearing employer who would constantly berate me; a life of living in a shit hole basement apartment with bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling and nothing but week-old take-out in the fridge. I wanted out of that life long before Jasper took it from me. He had found me stumbling around drunk and dejected one night in an alley behind a bar in Chicago, Illinois. That's where he shut my eyes to that world forever, and I was never more grateful to have left it behind.
Jasper pulled me from a stagnant, unfulfilling mortal life, and thrust me into immortality. As a vampire, I only really needed one thing. Blood. And it was mine for the taking. I was strong. I was fast. I was powerful. I could finally enjoy life... and I had a brother to share it with.
When Jasper changed me, he did so because he was looking for a companion. He'd grown tired of solitude and was thirsting for excitement. Nothing seemed more wild than a bloodthirsty newborn. And so he created me. My former boss had the privilege of becoming my very first victim. I found poetic justice in killing one of my oppressors, punctuating my distaste for my previous human life.
Once my newborn stage wore off, Jasper began to attempt luring me toward his methods but I couldn't manage to understand them. I had been too accustomed to immediately satisfying my bloodlust that I saw no use in prolonging the process. I was stubborn in my ways in my early years, but I was glad that I eventually gave in.
In short, Jasper never steered me wrong.
For all intents and purposes Jasper was my maker, my father, but our relationship was more like two brothers than anything. Physically, we were very much alike. Our human bodies were both twenty four years of age before they became frozen by immortality. We were both tall, each standing at around six foot two, though I topped Jasper by at least half an inch. Our build was the same — lean with defined muscles, a stature that easily attracted members of the opposite sex.
Our eyes changed color from crimson red to jet black when we were hungry. The only real discernible feature between us was that Jasper was blond and my hair was copper. He wore his longer than mine, with shags that fell down over his forehead close to his eyes. I kept mine shorter and away from my face.
And of course, we shared a favorite past time. Hunting.
We were surreptitious and never caused a scene. We were about having fun, not drawing attention to ourselves, but we kept it fresh and interesting. Years on end, we drove across the country, coming up with creative ways to set the table. Sure, when our options were low we just killed some unsuspecting person, but they were fast food compared to the gourmet meals we took effort in preparing for ourselves. Being immortal, we had all the time in the world, so we opted to have a little creative fun as often as we could manage.
We used our lures to our advantage. Our good looks were premium bait and our shared abilities dropped the traps over our victims. Of course they were oblivious to the cages they had been led into until it was too late. By the time they realized the danger they were in we were already feasting on their arteries.
Arousal. Adrenaline. Fear. Those were the elements we played with. Instilling any one, or a combination of the three insured a really fuckin' tasty snack. Making our prey horny was definitely the easiest strategy, and the one we most often used. I could understand why it was Jasper's preferred method. He absorbed his prey's sexual sensations and it amplified his own. I was pretty easy, though. Anything that accelerated their hearts worked wonders for me.
In the end, we were basically living like Gods. We did what we wanted, took what we wanted and we were having a hell of a time doing it. Life was good. Life was fun. And the two of us were unstoppable.
A/N: Comments are sinfully delicious. Treat me to some!
