"A human bond? One so powerful I am again taking it out on the innocent? This cannot be. It can never be. Yet the pull is undeniable. It is one stronger than Mel, almost as strong as Annabelle. No. Annabelle is gone, and she will never have that kind of power over me again. Will she?"
My chaotic thoughts are running wild as I walk the streets of Manhattan by myself. This very night, I actually killed a man. I have never felt something like this, spiraling so out of control all because I cannot get that damn human out of my system. I know I need to put an end to this. I have to talk with Carter tomorrow at school, make her understand that whatever we have would never work unless she had a death wish. I could just leave and never return, move to another town and put this human girl behind me. Yet who am I kidding? The need for Carter is just too strong. My lust for her is something I cannot deny, something I haven't felt for another in almost two decades.
Melanie was too young, too precious. I consider her to be my first. She was the first person I had been fully willing to give my whole self to. Our connection felt real, alive, something I hadn't felt ever since I had been turned into a vampire. Despite my constant inner battle to have my way with her very early on in our relationship, I held back. I knew she was fragile, a single mother to her young child she bore to her then recently diseased husband. The night decades before when I killed that baby girl's parents in bloodlust, leaving her behind an orphan was something that always stuck with me throughout my years of immortality. It was something I never wanted to put a child yet alone a family through again.
I also wanted to be in control to prove to myself that my passion for Mel was much more than just blood and sex. The love we had for each other was mutual, even after she discovered what I was. I loved her deeply, yet my desires quickly became something I couldn't ignore. I needed her, and she needed me too. The night we made love was also the first time I fed upon her. Mel offered her blood to me willingly in the heat of the moment. And in that moment our love became something deadly, both of us paying the price as my darkest desires won in the end.
I had imagined that my first time with a human would be rawly beautiful. And it was. With Annabelle she always had control when we had sex. Yet when I took control back of my life I also found power, even within pleasure. I can still remember the feeling of the Melanie's skin upon mine, moans of ecstasy filling my bedroom as we explored one another's bodies with tender earnest. It began as an intimate song, once mixed with her blood creating a euphoric symphony. It truly was everything I had hoped my first time with a human would be like, until it turned into the complete opposite. When sex and blood come from someone an immortal feels a deep connection to, it can put the vampire into a frenzy of sorts. Your senses go into overdrive, awakening the beast to completely take over. Although another vampire could equally partake in the endeavor and thoroughly enjoy it, a human would be lucky if they even survived the night.
I sincerely believed Melanie was the one, the love of my life that I was planning to claim as my human bond that night. Yet I couldn't even control myself enough to keep her alive for that moment to become a reality. When she died, the only thing keeping me off the edge was her four year old daughter Fey. I knew however that I could not raise a human girl, the very girl of the mother I killed in blind lust. I went on a downwards spiral for a few years, indulging in the hunt practically every night. I became the monster I had seen myself to be, blocking out the indescribable guilt for I knew that if I faced Mel's death with a soul, I would have sent a stake into my own heart.
It may come as a shock that Evelyn was the one who brought me back. She knew all too well the feeling of pain. She had lost herself a long time ago to it. But no matter how deep either of us went into darkness, no matter what tried to rift the two of us apart, I never could leave her side and neither could she leave mine. Although Evelyn appears to be completely closed off to her emotions, I have seen that she is just a girl who desperately craves what has lacked the most in her life, love. As an immortal, she learned to find it in the wrong places. She found it in lust, in draining away the lives of those she felt were deserving of it with no remorse, in everything that made her a vampire.
Annabelle wanted this for me too, yet she also wanted me to find it within our bond. As a sired newborn I needed to take blood from her regularly to keep my lusts in check, something I resisted until it was no longer an option. Yet what I couldn't escape from anymore was the harsh reality that I had to start becoming more adaptable to my new life, which meant my new appetite. After my incident at the pub, I saw that humans would be at even greater risk if I didn't feed. My lust for blood became something I couldn't ignore as well as the other lust Annabelle had awoke within me. Once I was sired she began to take this very well to her advantage, making me question if who I once was truly was gone forever.
March 20, 1951
"Liza...
Come to me..."
I was in my bedroom, my enhanced hearing picking up both the sounds of eerie cello music playing and moaning coming from outside of the doorway. I finally departed from my bed as I subconsciously heard Annabelle calling out to me. I opened my door to go into the hallway, only to find myself alone. Yet I could smell something coming from Annabelle's room diagonal from mine down the way. It was a scent that was one of the most powerful things I had ever come across. I could now vividly hear a mixture of heavy breaths and moans coming from an unknown female source. The noises were not hidden, very evident what was occurring inside my sire's bedroom.
I began to inch forward to make my way closer to the voice, the sounds being made only escalating in volume. Suddenly I heard a loud outcry of pleasure come from the woman. She was still audible after as her harsh breaths turn into vocal shuddered pants. I was about to head back into safety, until another scent soon hit my nose. I turned my head back as my ears became filled by a fierce growl coming from Annabelle followed by a now pained cry from the other female presence in the room. And then I smell it; human blood, potent, fresh. I could hear the human's heartbeat racing. I heard my sire who was now the one moaning, sensing her urgency as she fed from her prey. I heard everything, now the other woman calling out in a desperate muffled sob. The smell of blood, fear and sexual desire was too much to walk away from as I took steps closer to the door. I halted as I arrived, beginning to bring a hand towards the handle.
"Come in young one." I heard Annabelle speak again in my thoughts, obviously sensing me and my curiosity outside the door. I slowly entered her room, watching the graphic scene before me. Annabelle was completely bare, on top of another unclothed woman tied to her bed as she was hungrily drinking from her neck. I could tell she was trying to hold herself back from finishing what she started with the human before I entered the room, her body slowly moving along the woman's a few times with a soft muffled moan. The woman's hands were trembling at her restraints, her frantic eyes on mine. I could tell she was trying to stifle back a response out of both deep fear and the intense pleasure Annabelle had built up within her from her administrations upon her body.
Annabelle had told me for a vampire sex was not only for physical pleasure, but made feeding an even more out of world experience. The sensation of your bodies becoming one, warming you from the inside out as you are fully intertwined while you feed. The blood combined with their touch engulfs every sense you carry, completely taking over your sense of sanity.
For a human, being fed from could become their ultimate heaven or their utter hell. Our kind carries endorphins that brings an intense pleasure from our bite if decided to be released. If we become too hasty or want to make our victims suffer, it is very easily forgotten. It truly all depends on the vampire's intent. However during sexual intercourse when desire, impulse and hunger are already running high for an immortal, it could end up going either way. My sire said that every encounter would be different, yet all of them gave her a taste of satisfaction in one way or another. For her routinely feeding both her physical and carnal appetite was as normal for her as breathing was for a human. Humans were a full course meal she loved to savor, particularly women as her sexuality hadn't been kept much of a secret for long before she had even turned me.
It was never a secret to me that Annabelle was known to be a very experienced woman herself. She shared that she had seen many things in her lifetime, which I knew included many meaningless nights of fucking humans before she used their bodies to feed her true hunger. I also knew she had not only found satisfaction in fulfilling her sexual needs with her prey, but also with those of her own kind. Vampire sex was an entirely different experience in itself, said to be a thrill of passion that most immortals cannot turn away from.
Annabelle could have lured any woman or man, human or vampire, into her bed. But the truth of the matter was there was solely one person she desired to have there. Even after I became sired to Annabelle, one of persistence in having me become her devoted lover, I still retained my virginity. I knew however she was more than ready to rip me away completely of my virgin blood. And after becoming an immortal myself there was apart of me that was almost ready to give it to her.
My eyes started to glow red as they were locked upon the woman's rapid pulse, my fangs descending from my gums. It had been a few days since my muderous incident at the pub. Even so I was hungry again. How badly I wanted to indulge in Annabelle's meal, maybe even have her finally indulge on me as she saw fit.
"Come join me." My sire's words seeped in my mind yet they didn't immediately register. I look to her as she is no longer at the human's neck, but sitting upright beside the tied woman on the bed as she watched me with a transfixed crimson gaze. Her eyes were not black as mine usually were during a feeding, I only being a newborn at the time. Yet I knew however that my maker was not your normal vampire, her control far more exceptional than most. She was one who had indulged in the hunt for a long time, longer than any other in existence. A vampire when feeding becomes predatorial to the highest degree. Yet the elder vampire does not appear to be threatened by my close proximity to her and her prey. There was something about her that reeled me in, forgetting of the battle within myself. I now only wanted to immerse myself in the human's life source.
I sat on the bed eyeing my flawlessly beautiful sire then at the human beside me, staring back at me with tears in her eyes as she whimpered out. My gaze wandered down her body, the blood pulsing within every part so fluidly. I noticed the wetness on her inner thighs soaking the bed beneath her; even smelling from above a mixture of the woman's juices and her blood coming from my sire's lips. I now knew what Annabelle had done to make this human so worked up before she fed on her. It made me internally shiver at the thought of Annabelle doing that to another woman, being the very cause of such pleasure. I felt myself growing wet at the very sight and thought.
My eyes trailed back up to meet the human's neck again. I put out my hand to touch the deep bite mark Annabelle made there, soaked in blood. I knew right away my sire hadn't used her endorphins on this one, for the woman's initial screams of pain told me enough. She winces as I now ran a couple fingers along the wound. What I did next caused her heart to almost beat out of her chest, eyes wide in terror. I put one finger to my mouth, licking off her blood. My body responded immediately to the taste, letting out a faint moan as I licked the other one clean. I could taste the fearful adrenaline, making the hunger come rapidly to the surface. I eyed Annabelle who was watching me, a seductive look in her eye knowing she wanted to devour me, not the woman chained to her bed. Yet at this point, she would take what she could get, and that was me giving into the blood lust I have been trying to suppress. I now eyed the human with intense desire, her blood warmly filling my nose I could almost taste it. However, I somehow resisted, knowing this meal was not mine to take.
"Go ahead." I eyed Annabelle in confusion as she actually spoke, yet never took myself away from the body. The woman is now hyperventilating, not holding back as her tears were coming down like rainfall. Annabelle went to lie back next to the woman. She nuzzled into her, licking up her frightened pulse before grazing her fangs back downward against the skin. She covered the human's mouth to quiet her cries.
"There's still plenty to share Liza, and I wouldn't share with anyone else." Annabelle's lips never moved to speak nor left their position upon the woman. I go to lay down, getting closer towards my target as I wrapped an arm tight around her waist. I let my tongue dart out, repeating my sire's actions as I licked up her neck roughly with a light hissed breath. The victim tried to scream out for help, but the other vampire's pressure only became harder on her mouth, shushing her panic against her neck.
"There's no use in screaming darling. Soon you won't feel a thing." Annabelle said to the woman before finally sinking her fangs back into her flesh. The human cried out in agony as she felt the pain yet again. She yelled through Annabelle's hand, begging for the pain to stop. Her pain and fear became too much for my senses. I bared my mouth to bury my fangs deeply into the right side of her neck. Feeding on human blood was amazing, but sharing blood with my sire was an entirely new experience that I could not even process clearly. I felt Annabelle's hand ruffle through my hair, both of us hooking a leg into the victim as we mercilessly fed from each side of her. I heard myself let out a loud moan as I tried to get closer to her body, reeling in the warmth of her naked skin as her blood consumed me into complete ecstasy. The human struggled at first, her adrenaline making her taste even better.
I hated myself for it, but as a newly turned vampire, the struggle was something my instincts reveled in. My body craved the rush and I never could have enough. The struggle soon ceased, the body quickly losing life. Even so I kept drinking, not daring to stop. I now sensed that I was the only one feeding as I no longer felt Annabelle's hand upon me, smelling cigarette smoke in the air while I savored every last drop of her prey. The woman's body was cold now, feeling her life had faded away a few seconds ago, yet I still wanted more.
"Dinner's over dear." Just as Annabelle spoke I pulled my teeth out of the human's neck, my body rising from the bed in a sudden jolt. My eyes rolled back as the blood was still potent in my mouth, a low growl emerging from deep within as I lick my lips impulsively. Annabelle was watching me with amusement as she took one final drag of her cigarette before setting it into her ashtray on her bedside table, only to crawl over the woman's dead body. She neared close, one hand grabbing me so my face was only inches from hers.
"And since I shared so nicely, care being my dessert?" With this unspoken thought Annabelle pushed her smoke scented lips to mine. She opened my mouth softly with her tongue, tasting the crimson liquid that still lingered inside. I blindly responded as my tongue met hers, my hunger still very much alive.
"What has this woman done to me?"
I didn't have time to process this as she guided me back down on the bed, now on top of me as we continued to taste one another. I felt the hardness of her breasts through my clothing as she began to move along me lightly. Combining with the taste of blood as our tongues were intimately entangled together, it made me ache with need. I let out a breathless moan into Annabelle's mouth. Right after it left my lips she pulled away to look me deep in the eyes. I couldn't break out of her hypnotizing gaze, not that I wanted to. The blood was still very much affecting my mind, letting the beast take the reigns. I could also see the hunger in Annabelle's eyes. It was now not for blood, but something she had wanted for awhile. She began to speak again in my thoughts.
"That woman was delicious, even more delectable in bed. Yet she wasn't the one on my mind. Do you know what I wish to do to you?" Suddenly one of her hands snaked down my body to rub up against my nightgown. I gasped at her touch as her head inched closer.
"I want to touch and taste every last inch of you, make your body writhe in utter pleasure. I want to be the very reason you cum just as the woman we feasted upon. Yet this time my dear, I'll finish the deed with no interruptions." She went back up to kiss me again yet I turned my head away.
"Ev..." Annabelle cut me off immediately, sushing me as with her free hand she returned my head back to face her.
"Then we'll just have to keep quiet won't we?" She whispered aloud. And with this she crashed her lips back to mine, wasting no time to play house inside my mouth. I was completely out of mind as Annabelle began rubbing her hand in circles along my clothed center, my tongue moving along hers with just as much enthusiasm. She rubbed me even harder now, making our ministrations in each other's mouths even more urgent. A guttural growl escaped from my throat. Annabelle chuckled as she inched away from my lips.
"Or not." She showed no hesitation as she dove right back in. I tried to keep myself quiet; yet I had to force myself to swallow a loud moan of surprise as Annabelle literally ripped my nightgown in two. Her hand went up the bare skin of my torso slightly only to come back downward, her teasing fingers making their way inside my undergarments. I was getting too lost from her touch to stop her, lost in our bond, lost in the lingering...intoxicating taste of blood.
"Blood..."
It then hit me. Before she could reach her final destination I immediately broke from Annabelle's grasp, pushing her off of me. I sat up to look down at the lifeless woman on the bed in terror. The blood, her blood, still lingered in my mouth. It teased my inner being and the battle that ever so raged within. And the worst part was that I was enjoying it.
"What did you do to me..." I inched backwards towards the foot of the bed away from Annabelle, my voice now only a whisper. Annabelle's expression was far from comforting, she crawled towards me again showing no emotion, completely detached.
"I have given you a new life Liza, one of endless possibilities and pleasure. No one can tell you who to be. This is what it is to be a vampire. You feed, you lust, in return giving you a pleasure worth killing for. In time you will learn to love this life, far better than your old one." She tried to get me to lie back down, pulling my hair aside to send kisses up along my neck. Yet I shook my head vigorously, turning her over to pin her to the bed. I let out a growl of frustration at Annabelle as I bared my fangs at her, only for her in an instant to flip me over with a stone grip. She snarled back in warning. Her eyes were pitch black as her fangs were venomously on full display, a true demon of the night. My face faded to fear as she gripped me firmly, her once calm voice turning deadly.
"Try and fight it all you want, but this is what you are now. And forget not. I am your sire, so I wouldn't dare to disrespect me again. Understood?"
As I come back to reality, multiple whispers begin to surround my thoughts in the crisp autumn air. I whirl myself around looking for the source. Then a distant yet familiar voice enters my conscience, one that always sent an immediate chill down my spine.
"So the beast has finally awoken. I always knew of the power you would yield, my dear Liza..."
I become still, not daring to move as I hear my sire in my thoughts, maybe closer than I think. "How did you..." I start yet I hear her darkly chuckle
"I can always reach you young one...no matter where you are. As long as you're thinking of me that is..."
This is not the first time recently that I have heard voices in my head, now determining the main source. I've always been anxious knowing Annabelle has this special form of entry inside my head. Now my mind is reeling.
"Is she here? Does she have knowledge of the trouble I've found myself in? And the worst of this is it will be an extremely dangerous situation for Carter if my sire discovers of her."
"I do not wish to play games Annabelle. Where are you?" I speak softly.
"Where I am is an uncertainty you'll just have to live with until the time has come. But make no mistake, soon will come the day we will be one again. Until then, I will wait patiently for the fatal hour..."
Annabelle's voice disappears, my thoughts at an immediate halt as I hear a growl in the distance. My head snaps directly towards the noise as my eyes change to a glowing crimson. I crouch down on high alert as sense this noise as an unfamiliar one.
"Show yourself..." I whisper. With a leap I launch myself onto the three story apartment rooftop in front of me, getting a better view and showing less vulnerability. I smell the air, immediately registering.
"Mutt..." Suddenly the wind gets knocked right out of me. I feel myself being thrown right off the roof, something heavy moving along with me as it lets out a roar of anger. I land hard on the ground. I look up only to find a huge grey wolf hovering over me, ready for the kill.