Chapter 9: Angel or devil.
Eric:
I had gone on these past 9 years without even a glimpse of the child that made such an impression on my undead life. I can't even remember feeling these feelings in my human life. There was something so familiar about her, but my mind was blank.
After taking care of her uncle and making sure her family was financially set, I went about with my life as usual. My vampire life didn't seem so easy after tasting the child. I found out that her parents had died when she was 8 and lived with her grandmother. She had a brother named Jason and her name was Susanna Stackhouse. I knew that I could never have her the way she deserved. She needed to grow up, marry, have 2.5 children (what does that mean anyway?) and live her life to the fullest. My desire for her would only cause her pain. For some reason I felt I did not want to cause her pain, I needed to protect her and make her happy. I didn't fit into that "happy" category. I stayed away.
Pam noticed a difference in me, but chose to pretend I hadn't changed. We went on with our vampire lives as normal, tasting as many beautiful women as possible. I started feeling bad about glamouring so many of them, which I had never felt before. I didn't enjoy sex, but still felt the need each time I fed. Whenever I felt my release, I would insist that the women would be glamoured to forget me completely and get the hell away from me. Before the child, I would have just glamoured each human into believing I was the best fuck they had ever had and would be glad to come back for more. We had many nightclubs and the women crowded in most evenings for music, dancing, drinking and sex with the owners. Pam was in was in her element, but I just had to pretend to be.
After establishing the nightclub Val Kyrie, I felt that I had created a masterpiece. It was a project that I had wanted to work on for the past 80 years. The time was finally right and the 21st century humans seemed to be interested in the historical value of it. Their minds seemed so much more open than I had ever expected them to be. The vampire community was even planning on coming out in the open this year. Since the Royals knew about us it seemed only natural that we would start to make ourselves known to the governments of each country. A Japanese scientist developed a synthetic blood that could be used for treating humans when the blood banks could not provide enough blood. It came on the international market, just as our kind decided to come out of the closet, so to speak. We were tired of hiding in the shadows. We had been running many countries for centuries without the human's knowledge. With the development of the blood substitute, we could convince the humans that we did not need to feed from them and could mainstream into their daily (or nightly) lives. Pam and I had even remodeled one of our clubs to open after we came out. It was going to be called Fangtasia and it was all about vampires. It was going to be a fun club.
It was a few nights before "The Great Reveal" that she came into Val Kyrie. She caught my attention the moment she entered the club. It wasn't what she was wearing, it was just her. She could have been wearing a pillowcase and she would have caught my eye. I had an office on the second story with a huge window overlooking the club. Pam and I noticed a small group of giggly girls walk in. They looked to be under aged, but I couldn't bring myself to call them on it. I was just mesmerized by a beautiful blond girl. Her face caught my attention first. She was giggling and happy. Her eyes were twinkling with so much life. Her long, blond hair was bouncing on her back as she walked towards the bar. She had on a white tank top and a short, black shirt that showed off her long, tanned legs. The white top showed off not only her tanned skin, but also a very ample set of breasts. She was not skinny; she had a beautiful curvy body. She was perfect and my dick grew hard just looking at her.
Pam noticed right away, "Master, I take it you have found your meal for tonight?"
Instead of joking with her and laughing about the stupid bloodbags that we chose to feed upon, I became upset with her. "Do not speak of her in that way, Pamela!"
"Forgive me master, are you speaking of the blond beauty? She is just human, I was also impressed by her, and perhaps we can share?" Pam joked back.
"That will not happen, so I expect you to chose your meal and stay away from me this evening." I was not joking, I was serious. She said, "As you wish master," gave me a worried look and went to latch onto a human for the evening.
The beauty started dancing and if I thought I wanted her before, it took all of my willpower to just stand there and not jump her on the dance floor. Then before I knew it a mousy human hit her and continued to swing at her. My beauty took the punch like a warrior princess and blocked every consecutive punch. Then, she seemed to not be able to take it any longer. Her stance changed and with one movement the bitch was unconscious. She was so hot! I not only wanted to fuck her, I wanted her. I wanted to talk to her, get to know her. What the hell was I thinking? I don't want that from a human, but something about her drew me in. I motioned to my bouncer to bring them to me. I put the mousy bitch in a separate room and had my beauty put into my office. When I went into the room with the bitch, she saw me and I could sense her arousal. I stared at her and said that she was to never return to my establishment again. Her face looked shocked and she started to open her whiny mouth, "Don't you want to fuck me again? I can do things to you that can make you change your mind."
That was it! Apparently I had fucked her before and she thought she had pleased me. I immediately glamoured her and told her that she never was with me and she really hated the place and would never want to return again. I didn't want to demean her, so I felt that would take care of it. She said "Yes sir," and walked out of the club never to return again.
I had my bouncer run a sheet on the blond beauty before I entered my office. I found that she was Susanna Stackhouse. The same name as the child I had become smitten with. Now I knew why I was so attracted to her. How could I be in the same room with her without touching her? I took an unnecessary breath and opened the door to my office. She looked at me immediately and I also sensed her arousal. This time I too was so aroused I could not speak. I chose to look at my sheet of paper and not look her in the eye. I did not want to scare her. If she was my child grown up, she could not be glamoured. I had to take it slow. I pretended to relax and put my feet on my desk. I continued to ignore her and I sensed her anger beginning to build. She was not only a warrior, she was a damned spitfire. She laid into me and got up to leave. I couldn't allow it! I rushed to the door and tried to glamour her. I knew it wouldn't work. She was mine. She recognized me and was actually mad at me for not coming back to her. I tried to tell her I was more of a devil than an angel, but she didn't care. She really wanted to know what I was and why I stayed away from her. I showed her my fangs and she did not cower in fear. She actually touched one and I couldn't hold myself back, I had to taste her again. My eyes rolled back and I was in heaven. Her blood sang to me. It called to me. I needed more. I wanted to sink my fangs into her neck and drink my fill. I wanted to deflower her right then and there. My dick ground against her and if we hadn't been rudely interrupted, I would have been inside of her. She wanted me and I wanted her more than anything I could ever remember. I wanted to taste every inch of her. She will be mine. I was beyond ignoring her any longer. I couldn't stand the thought of her being touched by another human. I wanted to be her first and only lover. She was a keeper!
We reluctantly parted and she adamantly said we needed to talk. She agreed to return tomorrow and we would figure "us" out. I painfully walked out the door and let her return to her friends. I had to find release, but the thought of another human almost made me ill. Even though I didn't want it, another mousy bitch started following me begging me to fuck her. In my rage, I grabbed her and took her into a dark room. I didn't want to see her. I made her get on her knees and made her suck my dick until I came so hard in her mouth that she began choking. "Now do me," she begged. I stared into her eyes and once again told her she had never been with me and she was never to return again.
I actually felt guilty about letting the bitch touch me. Why? I have had thousands of humans and now I am feeling guilt. Not guilt towards the bitch, but because I let another human touch me. I only wanted one human to touch me. The "feelings" became so strong I yelled at Pam to close up and I returned to my home in anticipation of being with my Susanna again.
Tomorrow was all I could think about as I went home to my daily rest. I don't recall ever dreaming during my rest but I dreamt of the beautiful child. She was a Viking warrior princess and we fought side by side.
A/N: Sorry it's not tomorrow night yet. Had to get Eric's side out there first before they had a talk. Thanks again for reading.
