Blood Slave Chapter 2, a twilight fanfic

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Chapter 2:

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It was early morning when I woke in a flutter of panic, gasping and rearing up in the bed with the sheet clutched to my chest. My eyes darted around the dim interior of my bedroom and I could hear…

…the shower?

My head was too sluggish to process it and for a minute I just sat there, breathing deeply and wondering what the fuck was going on. The shower was running. Someone was in the shower. Did that mean she was still in my house?

I didn't know how I felt about that. Scared, but something else as well. There was a burning pain in my neck and it hurt when I tilted my head to see if it hurt. I was completely naked under the sheet and my head hurt as well. I didn't know what to do. I was dizzy and thirsty. The bottle of water was sitting half full on the bedside table. I reached for it and took a drink. The shower was still running. My heart was racing, and what exactly was I supposed to do here? Call the police? Run out the house without any clothes on?

I didn't know, but I couldn't just sit there, so I got out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around my chest like a loose white gown. I was staring at the bathroom door. It was ajar slightly. Could she really be in there? Why would she attack me and then actually stay the night?

A scent of steam and soap washed over me as I opened the door. The showerhead was over the bathtub and a girlshaped silhouette was rinsing her hair in the curtain. I stood there frozen with the sheet around my torso, my heart hammering as I stared at the dark contours of her breasts and waist. Even her shadow was the sexiest thing I'd seen.

The water turned off a few moments later and the curtain was pulled open. She didn't seem surprised to see me there. Her hair was pasted on her head like a black bathing cap and water was dripping from her long dark eyelashes. She smiled at me and gracefully stepped out of the tub with her naked body all wet and perfect.

"Awake at last, are you? Where do you keep the towels?"

Frowning, I pointed at the cabinets. "There's some in there."

She opened the cupboard and bent over to get a towel, bending at the hip to display her perky ass. I looked at it and my heart clenched so tightly it almost felt dangerous.

"What happened last night?" I asked with an edge of demand in my voice.

She rose up, smiling, and patted her face and neck dry. "Don't you remember?"

I remembered, I just couldn't believe it. But here she was, smiling with two little fangs poking her bottom lip and looking at me the same way she looked at me last night.

"You bit me," I said.

She smiled and didn't answer, she just slung the towel around her shoulders and walked past me. I turned to follow her with my eyes and as I did I saw myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was a tangled black storm about my pale shoulders and there was a large purple bruise in my neck with dried blood crusted around two large puncture marks.

I stared at myself for a minute. Then I turned away and followed the woman into the bedroom.

She had opened the closet and she was looking in. "Do you mind if I borrow some clothes?"

I didn't answer. My heart was beating so weirdly. I felt scared and angry and violated, and I knew I should demand for her to get the hell out of my apartment right now, but I couldn't. She was naked and all I could do was stare at the perfection of her body as she rifled through my clothes.

"When's the last time you updated your wardrobe?" she asked, reaching into the closet and pulling out a drab looking olive-colored shirt. "This is hideous."

She turned and tossed it onto the bed, as it if ought to be separated for disposal. She smiled at me and sauntered a few steps in my direction.

"A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't be wearing such rags," she said.

Her hands were at my waist, touching me through the cotton of the sheet, and I tried not to shiver too noticeably.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Don't you remember my name?"

"No. But that's not what I meant."

"My name's Alice. I'm a vampire."

I stared at her with my mouth open. She smiled, watching me. It hadn't even occurred to me that she was a vampire because vampires didn't exist. And yet…

She had fangs.

She drank my blood.

She was hot as hell.

What else could she be?

I gulped and said:

"Vampire?"

She nodded slowly, gazing at me with dark and sultry eyes. "Mmhm," she murmured. "But you won't be able to believe it at first, so don't even try. A period of denial is perfectly natural. I've seen people struggle with it. It always takes a while before they can really believe it. Till then, just try not to think about it."

I nodded and it was surprisingly easy to dismiss it. Her hands were still at my waist and now I squirmed away from them gently, still holding the sheet around my body.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"That's a good question," she said. "One I've been asking myself all night."

She then heaved a dramatic sigh and turned away to sit on the bed. She sat in a smooth motion with an air of primness, folding one naked leg over the other and eyeing me as if I was somewhat of a bother to her.

"I suppose I should just be honest," she said. "The truth is, I like you. It doesn't happen often, but there it is."

She gestured with a hand dismissively, as if she hated to admit it. Then she brushed at one knee, as if there were some invisible fabric there. It occurred to me that she was avoiding my eyes, kind of shyly, and I felt a jolt of sick excitement.

"You don't even know me," I said.

She shrugged a naked shoulder. "I don't need to," she said. Then she turned her eyes back to me and smiled, flickering them over my face and neck. "It's your scent," she added. "Your blood."

That made me shiver.

Could she honestly be…

But I didn't have time to wonder. She rose from the bed. I watched her, but I didn't move. Her eyes were travelling down over my body and she reached for the sheet that I was covering myself with. I froze. I could've easily stepped back, but I didn't. She took a handful of the sheet and pulled it away. My grip loosened and I let it go. The sheet dropped to the carpet and a cold surge of excitement when over me as my nakedness was exposed.

She smiled at my passiveness and let her eyes rake over my body, from my bare breasts all the way down to my legs. My nipples had already gone hard and a deep throb was beginning between my thighs. She tilted her head in approval and nodded.

"Your body is somewhat of a perk too," she said, circling me slowly and looking me over like how you'd examine a racehorse. "I've always been something of a connoisseur of female beauty. You're not without flaws, but you have terrific shape and skeletal structure. Long legs, nice wide pelvis." She had circled around in front of me and put her hands on my tits to squeeze them. "Full breasts," she added. Then she let them go and stepped back for a final look, nodding her head. "Yes, marvellous potential. With a little time in the gym, you could be absolutely sumptuous."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. My face filled with heat and I just stood there with my arms at my sides and my body raging under her eyes. My pussy was in pain with horniness and I was having trouble breathing. I should've been offended or objectified, but in truth, I had never been so flattered in my life.

Finally her eyes lifted to my flushed and bewildered face. Her smile widened and it actually softened for a moment. "This is all a little much for you to take in, isn't it?"

I nodded shakily. "Yes," I whispered.

"Well, I guess I could give you some time," she said. "Till then, come here. Come here, come here."

She had extended her hand. Her fingernails were painted dark pink and her fingers were slim and pretty. I hesitated for a long moment but then reached out and took it. It was warm and fine boned. Tingles raced up my arm.

I looked at her and she smiled before tugging me gently by the hand and sitting me down in the edge of the bed beside her. She made me sit very close, so close our hips were touching, and when she spoke she spoke in a soft and warm voice.

"I'll leave in a moment," she whispered, "but I shall return tomorrow night, and when I do I will require an answer from you."

I looked at her rigidly. "What answer?"

She smiled and made a small shrug. Her eyes lowered to my lap and her hand fell between my thighs. "My needs are simple," she said. "I'm not interested in a conventional relationship. I'm not interested in falling in love or anything like that. All I want is your blood. And your body."

I was trembling from the fear and excitement pounding through my body. Her fingers were caressing the inside of my thigh, so maddeningly close to my pussy, and her eyes had drifted up to my face.

"So this is what I'm offering," she said. "Not a relationship so much as a bond. To put it simply, you will be my slave and I will be your mistress. You will be at my disposal for whatever I wish and in return you get to enjoy the privilege of being at my disposal for whatever I wish. What do you think?"

I gulped. Why did that sound so attractive?

"I don't know," I said, staring at her with eyes huge and wide.

She smiled and leaned to lick my shoulder and kiss the skin there. "Yes, you do," she whispered. "But you don't have to answer now. I'll be back tomorrow night, but until then…"

Her hand clenched in my hair. I whimpered.

"…allow me to leave you with this," she hissed, and then forced her mouth on mine.

I whimpered again and tried to struggle away in confusion. But I was so horny and she was so strong. My mouth fell open helplessly and her tongue pushed it's way inside. Two of her fingers jammed inside my vagina and I cried out at the stab of pleasure as my knees spasmed together. She growled into my mouth and forced me back onto the bed, shoving her fingers in deeper.

I knew I should've struggled harder, but I was just so confused. I opened my legs and let her do whatever she was doing. She began pumping her fingers roughly, making me cry with each sharp thrust. Her tongue was parading inside my mouth and she only broke the kiss to watch me come. I was laying on my back and her other hand was still clenched in my hair holding me down. Her fingers were pounding in and out of me and I was staring up at her with tears of helplessness in my eyes. The orgasm was brooding between my legs like something evil trapped down there and I could feel it getting bigger and more powerful. I wasn't even trying to resist it and when it came it came so hard. I cried out and cried again and then I squeezed my eyes shut and cried some more.

I was panting and shivering violently. I had rolled onto my side, slightly away from her, and I didn't dare open my eyes. Her fingers were gone and I felt her pat my butt affectionately.

"Yes," she said. "I think you'll do very nicely."

Then the mattress tilted. She was getting off the bed.

I sniffed and sat up, closing my legs and covering my breasts with my forearm. She was getting changed. She found a pair of jeans in a drawer and stepped into them without bothering to put on any underwear. I watched her hitch them up over her butt and turn around to button them up, the zip closing over her bare pelvis.

She smiled at me and slipped a top over her head and then she scooped up the dress and panties that she wrong last night. She tucked the panties into her purse and folded the dress over her arm. She bent at the mirror to make a small adjustment to her short black hair and then she turned and smiled at me once more.

"Ten o'clock tomorrow night," she said. Then she smirked. "Wear something nice."

I didn't answer, but she didn't require me to. She gave my naked body one final glance over with her dark eyes and then she left.

From out in the front room I heard the cat hiss followed by a giggle. Then I heard the front door. I was still shivering slightly and I was still sitting there when the cat came in. She hopped up onto the bed and tried to approach me, but I pushed her away distractedly. I was frowning to myself and I couldn't even think. My head only spun in the same tiny circle over and over.

She was so hot. But she—

Over and over, until I had no idea what I was even thinking. Eventually I gave up. The cat was meowing to be fed and finally it managed to distract me. My clothes from last night were on the floor and I quickly put them on before hurrying into the kitchen to feed her. I petted her for a bit and whispered to her, my voice vague and distracted, and once she was eating I went and got some fresh clothes and went for a shower.

I was in the shower for a long time, not thinking, just relaxing as the warm water washed away the tension and stress from my body. I wasn't even that freaked out anymore.

After the shower I examined the bite in my neck in the mirror. The bruise looked pretty bad. It occurred to me that I should probably get it checked out by a doctor. That seemed like the sensible thing to do when attacked and bitten by a violent skank who quite probably could be diseased. And a vampire, no less, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to be concerned about "turning" or any nonsense like that. I couldn't even bring myself to worry about STDs. It didn't even seem like a big deal. I'd be too embarrassed to tell a doctor what happened and no immediate cover story came to me, so I decided to just keep an eye on it and hope it would be alright.

I didn't eat all day until I finally got hungry at dinner time. I ordered some chinese and sat at the kitchen counter, eating it out of the box with chopsticks. I'd been trying to think about my problem all day but nothing came to me. I poked at the rice listlessly. The real problem was that I couldn't seem to think past how fucking hot she was.

She said she would come back tomorrow night, and that thought should've filled me with terror and loathing. She was either a psycho who assaulted me or some kind of make believe demon, and yet the thought of seeing her again hardly frightened me at all. Instead it filled me with a nervous kind of excitement, the giddiness of a girl waiting on a date, an anxiousness in my stomach that made it hard to eat. Why wasn't I more scared?

The phone rang while I was eating. Angela, of course. After bailing on her last night, I should've expected it. I answered it and she gave me a little passive-aggressive guilt trip for not calling her when I said I would. A very needy woman, Angela. She talked for a little bit about her girlfriend, or more specifically about how her girlfriend didn't seem to love her anymore, and eventually she bought the conversation back around to the original purpose of why I was supposed to call her.

"So tell me about that chick you met last night," she said. "Did anything happen?"

I nodded vaguely into the phone. "Yeah."

That's it. That's all I said. I mean, what else could I tell her? That apparently I had been seduced—rather aggressively—by a woman who claimed to be a vampire?

In any case, I wasn't even sure what happened. All I really knew was that she was hot and she made me come harder than I ever came in my life.

But that obviously wasn't enough for Angela.

"Well?" she demanded.

"I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

"I don't know."

"Well, did you fuck her?"

I blushed and chuckled with a mouthful of rice. "Yeah," I said. "More like she fucked me, but yeah."

"Was she any good?"

"She was amazing."

"Hot?"

"Incredible."

"Wow," Angela said, and I could almost hear her grinning and nodding. "Lucky you. What did she look like, you never mentioned."

I sighed wistfully, not eating anymore. Talking about her, or even just thinking about her, made my stomach too weird. I remembered her ass, her tits. Laying on her back with her legs open and up in the air for me to eat her sexy little pussy. I sighed again.

"I don't know," I said. "She was just really sexy."

"Long hair?"

"No, short. Really short. Sexy short."

"Mmm, I love short hair. What color?"

"Black. Like her eyes."

"Wow, she really does sound incredible."

I smiled and nodded, poking at the rice with the chopsticks. "Yeah, but you should've seen her body," I went on. "I can't even describe how perfect it was. You know how if you close your eyes you can picture the perfect female body that doesn't actually exist in real life?"

"Yeah."

"Well, her body was like that. Ass, tits, legs. Everything just absolutely perfect."

"Wow," Angela said again, although this time there was a hint of skepticism in her voice. "I hope you got her number. Are you gonna see her again?"

That's when my smile faded. Because even though she was the hottest thing I had ever seen, I knew deep down that I could never see her again. She was dangerous, obviously. And rough. And… And…

And she was really fucking hot.

"Bella?"

"Um," I said, staring back into the conversation. "I'm not sure."

"What do you mean? Doesn't she like you?"

"No, she does," I said, feeling a little thrill as I remembered how she told me. "She even said so."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well, she might have some personality problems."

"What do you mean?"

I hesitated, cringing as I wondered how to go on. "Well," I said. "She told me straight out that she's not interested in a regular relationship. She only wants sex."

"Like a fuck buddy?"

"Kind of."

"Well, that's not so bad. Some people prefer open relationships."

I nodded and I realized I would have to elaborate a little for her to understand. "Yeah, but it's not just that. It was how she said it. She actually said she wants me to be a slave. I think she might be into that BDSM stuff."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Plus, she was very rough."

"Rough?"

I blushed, my heart racing. "Yeah. Very, um, assertive? Even abusive, a little. She fucked me like I was nothing but a piece of meat."

And I really fucking loved it, I added silently.

"Oh," Angela said, her voice going slightly serious. "Well, that's not good."

I chuckled awkwardly at how she didn't even assume I might've liked it. I could hardly believe it myself. I never thought I was that kind of woman. "I know," I said. "So now I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to see her tomorrow, but I don't know if I should. What do you think?"

"I don't know," Angela said carefully. "But I get the feeling you kind of like her, don't you?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Is it just because she's hot?"

"I don't know," I said. "Probably. It was just really wild, you know? I've never met anyone like her. I know I should probably stay as far away as possible, but…"

I sighed deeply. My chopsticks were sticking up in the rice like flagpoles. Angela hesitated a long moment before she finally spoke.

"Well, a better friend would tell you never to get involved with someone who doesn't treat you right," she said, "but I say go for it. If she's really that hot, just do it."

I smiled to myself and took up my chopsticks once more.

"That's what I was thinking too," I said.

Angela and I chatted for a little bit more about the encounter. I told her everything, even about the bite, although I left out the blood sucking. She didn't judge me and she even seemed a little bit excited about the whole thing. She made me promise to supply her with details as the relationship progressed and then we said goodnight.

I went to bed directly after dinner, taking my vibrator with me. I didn't even pretend to myself I'd be able to sleep without it.

The next day was Sunday. I had thought that maybe I would feel differently about it after sleeping on it, but I didn't. I spent all day at home, one eye on the clock. My emotions were strange and unstable. At first I was excited to see her. Then I was worried that she wouldn't come. Then I was hoping she wouldn't. Then I was excited and half-desperate again. Mingled through all this was a deep sense of patheticness and mingled in the patheticness was the knowledge deep in the bone that I really didn't care.

She said she would be here at ten. At nine I decided to get ready.

I went for a shower and washed my hair. My mood had settled into firm anticipation and there was already a steady throb between my legs. I didn't touch it. For some reason, I had a feeling I wouldn't have to.

My legs were weak and wobbly as I stepped out of the shower. I had no idea what was going to happen when she arrived, but I wanted to be wearing makeup and something nice. I dried myself briefly in the bathroom and I was tousling my wet hair with the towel when I came back into my room. I approached the closet and halted suddenly with a gasp.

She was already here.

On the bed. The window was open and she must've climbed in. She was smiling and sitting back against the headboard with her legs crossed, wearing black boots and a black coat over a black top and black miniskirt. She looked like she had been there a long time, just waiting for me to emerge naked out of the bathroom. She let her eyes roam over my body, as if pleased to find it as good as it had been the last time she saw, and smiled.

"Hi there," she said.

I stumbled to a stop and hastily wrapped the towel around myself. "How did you get in here?" I breathed in shock.

"How indeed," she said without answering. "Have you come to a decision?"

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose. Her boots had a high heel and her coat flowed like a cape. I tucked the towel into a make shift cocktail dress and gulped.

"I don't know," I said. "I was hoping we could talk first."

She smirked and stood there cockily. "Talk? What is there to talk about? Didn't I make myself clear yesterday?"

"Are you really a vampire?"

The question was just blurted out. It made me blush to say it out loud but she only seemed amused. She licked her lips, letting me see her fangs, and smiled.

"Would you prefer the alternative?" she asked. "That I'm some psycho who drinks people's blood?"

"I just want to know the truth."

"The truth."

"Yes."

She looked at me in amusement with her dark eyes dancing. I felt like a frightened rabbit. She smiled and then reached with a hand to brush a wet lock of dark hair away from my shoulder the way she did when we first met.

"No," she said, "what you want is an excuse to make yourself feel better about being so turned on. Don't deny that you're attracted to me. I can sense it. I can smell it in your pheromones. You think I can't tell how helpless you are against me? Think again."

Her other hand went to my hip. It was pushing up the hem of the towel and now it reached around and groped my naked butt. A ripple of lust made me squirm but it scared me how assertive she was—and how helpless it made me.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I said, feebly trying to push her away.

But her hand tightened in my hair and forced my eyes back to hers.

"But that doesn't change how you feel," she said. "Does it?"

"No."

She went to kiss me but in a sudden surge of strength I managed to wrench away and step back. She looked at me darkly but allowed me the space—for the moment.

"Listen," I said, hoping I hadn't angered her. "I've been thinking about what you said, and…I like you too. I really do. I just…"

I had been fixing the towel, but now I gave up. I sighed deeply and looked at her with naked vulnerability in my eyes.

"I'm just not sure if I'm the kind of person you're looking for," I said.

She exhaled through her nose, not angrily but not without a lack of patience. But she still seemed amused and when she spoke she spoke through a faint smile.

"Maybe not," she said. "But wouldn't you like to find out?"

My heart flared.

Yes.

I really wanted to find out.

Yet for some reason I couldn't say it out loud. But it didn't matter. She seemed to see it in my face, my eyes. My body. She gave me a smile and even deigned to act cute.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand and drawing me closer. "If a girl can't indulge her sluttier urges in the arms of a vampire, where can she? Just tell me you'll be mine. You can back out at any time if you want, but I promise you won't regret it. There's no finer life in the world than the pet of a benevolent mistress. Ask your cat, she knows."

Her words were melting away the last of my resistance and I even managed to flirt. Her hands were at my waist and I was touching them as if to hold them there.

"Are you benevolent?" I asked.

She smirked, as if she was pleased I had noticed her little lie. "Well, perhaps I can be a little strict at times," she said. "But an obedient woman like you shouldn't have any problems, should she?"

"I hope not."

"Then we have an agreement?"

I nodded, deciding all in an instant to just give up and go with whatever she wanted. She smiled and watched my face.

"Tell me," she said.

"Tell you what?"

"That you're mine."

"I'm yours."

Saying the words made my heart flutter almost out of my chest. She smirked at my response, at my obedience, and nodded once.

"Excellent," she said. "But in truth I would've taken you anyway."

Then she grabbed me around my waist and threw me onto the bed.

I squealed and bounced on the mattress. I was shocked at her strength. She had literally thrown me off my feet and across the room. I closed my legs quickly and I only just looked up in time to see her leap almost as high as the ceiling and pounce down upon me like a tiger. I couldn't believe it. She really must be a vampire. How else could she—

I gasped.

She had wrenched open my knees and her tongue was already buried inside my vagina. I whimpered and squirmed on the mattress as she began eating me out fiercely. I came almost instantly and rolled over panting. Then her hand was in my hair and she forced my face between her legs. Her skirt was hiked up and her panties peeled aside. I automatically dived into her vagina, moaning and eating her out hard and fast. She came with a low hiss, her hand still clenched in my hair, and then she wrenched me around and buried her fangs in my neck.

I screamed, but there was a wild joy in it and no real pain.

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