John_Doe
03-09-2011, 06:42 AM
Okay, I've always been fascinated with Vampires and fantasy and creatures of this sort. And I think a female Vampire always has that extra, sexual appeal and passion to them that can bring out a wonderful sexual story.
And always liked to write, so here we go with a story I'm writing. Every chapter won't be a sex scene, just hopefully an enjoyable story to read. :)
Eternal Love (A Vampiric Love Story) by John_Doe
CHAPTER 1
I had never considered myself dangerous, strange maybe but never a bad kind of kid. But all that changed the day I met her, she turned my life upside down. She made my life what I am today..... A Vampire.
My story starts like every other, at the beginning. I was a simple sixteen year old boy, actually quite a shy guy. I kept to myself at home and school which thankfully was over. My home life was pretty bad, I lived with my mother who was an abusive drunken wreck almost every day of her life.
She blamed me for ruining her life, for being born and destroying her hopes and dreams. In truth, it was the alcohol talking, but words still hurt coming from her mouth.
I had just finished school a few weeks ago, and now had to go out and look for a job. I needed to be out of the house, away from my mother most of the time. I could lock myself away in my room for days, but she still came around. Banging on the door, shouting, screaming at me and what a waste of life I was.
I wanted to go away, change my looks, my name, my identity. Become someone new, someone who could do something with their life. The night it first happened, the night I saw her for the first time was the 29th February 2012. A date that would only happen once every four years.
That night, I had heard enough from my mother, as I walked out, slamming the door behind me and just running. Getting away from the words, the anger, the pain I was feeling inside. I ran for a while, as far as my legs would take me. Eventually I had to stop. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was, but up ahead a small cafe was open. I walked towards it, my feet hurting from the running, soft sharp pains running up and down my legs.
As I entered inside, the cafe was small, cozy and almost empty. A few older men sat at the counter, drinking and eating. Drivers of trucks parked outside in the parking lot. I looked around, the stalls to sit empty as I walked down the aisle and sat down at one of them, sliding across the seat as I looked out the window.
“Hey hun, what you want?” A voice called to me as I turned. An older, mid-forties woman in a white and dark pink uniform stood at the side of the stall, looking down at me. A notepad and pencil in her hand. “Hi, just a cup of coffee if that’s okay?” I said. “Sure hun, no problem.” She replied, turning and heading back to the counter.
I checked my money, pulling it out and paying for the drink as she returned with a cup, smoke pouring from the rip of it. “Thanks!” I said as I handed her the money to pay for it. She walked away as I sat there, taking soft sips of the hot drink in this cold dark night drawing in. My mind going around in circles, thinking, hoping, praying for something better to happen in my life. Wondering what I could do next....
Minutes soon flew by, as I sat there, daydreaming of a perfect life. People came and went, customers eating and drinking around me. I leaned forward, my head falling into the palm of my hands. I wanted to cry, but I held it in, trying my best to put on a brave face.
As I lifted my head, I looked up. Several feet away, standing in the doorway. A beautiful young woman stood. Attractive, a slim figure with small perfect breasts for her size, and clothing that showed off her figure. A tight dark T-shirt, underneath an open white blouse, unbuttoned at the front to show off some soft cleavage of her heaving bosom. A short black skirt, over long slender legs under black tights.
Her face was soft, her lips shining in the bright light of the light bulb shining down from above, her eyes give off a deep stare ahead, soft blue in color. A mesmerizing view of a beautiful young woman. She looked around, almost like she was looking for someone. I stared at her, a little too obvious as she turned her head around the room and caught me staring.
I quickly snapped my head down, but knew she had seen me. I carefully looked up, trying to catch another glimpse towards her as she began to slowly walk towards my way. An older rough looking man, a truck driver by his appearance turned around as he saw her. “Hey there sweetchucks. How about a ride in my truck, if you know what I mean?” He said to her, a huge grin on his face.
She stopped as she turned her head to look at him. A soft smile crossed her lips, as I looked up to see what was happening. His hand rose as he wrapped it around her body and tried to pull her into him. With one swift quick movement, his arm was snapped around and bent back as she grabbed his head and slammed it hard into the counter with an almighty crash that sounded around the room. Everyone stopped to stare.
She held his face down, staring out sideways against the counter. His arm bent behind his back, calling out in pain. “Ahh, you crazy bitch!” He screamed at her. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear that only he heard. She stared at his eyes, a deep long stare for several seconds before she released the hold and he stood up. He looked at her, then just brushed past her like she wasn’t there and exited the cafe, walking back to his truck, climbing inside and started up as he drove off down the roadway.
I watched as he left, and like everyone a little shocked at what had just taken place. I turned back to find the woman stood at the side of my stall, looking down at me. I looked up at her, silence fell around the room for several long seconds.
“Hmm, Hi.” I finally mustered up the courage to say. She smiled. “This seat taken?” She asked me, her head gently nodding to the seat opposite and facing me. I shook my head. She turned and slid down upon the seat, sliding across and facing me.
The waitress walked across and looked at her. “Sorry about him, he’s an asshole sometimes. What can I get you hun, on the house?” She asked her. The mysterious young woman kept her eyes on me. “Just a glass of milk will be fine thanks.” She said softly through her parting lips. The waitress walked off, as she returned after several minutes with a glass of milk and placed it on the desk. She left, as the two of us sat there, staring at each other.
At first I felt a little uncomfortable. Her eyes seemingly burning a hole in me as she stared away. “You really know how to take care of yourself don’t you!” I said to her. “I’ve had a lot of practise over my lifetime.” She informed me, a mysterious tone to her voice.
Silence swept the room, almost like time had frozen around us or moving in slow motion. She sipped from her glass of milk, the white texture slipping over her red soft lips and leaving a blemish of whiteness to them in places.
“I’m Steve by the way!” I said, raising my arm and reaching across to her. She looked at me, and raised her own arm, as our hands touched for the first time. Her hand was cold, soft to the touch but a deep coldness to the feel. The first time we touched, something strange happened to me. I felt something, something inside of my body. It’s hard to explain, but inside my chest, I didn’t feel, scared or worried. I felt, a fuzzy warmness to my heart, to my chest and my body.
Pulling away she looked at me. “I am... Juliette.” She finally informed me of her name. “Have we met before?” I asked, just that funny feeling of something, a strange sensation of knowing her in some way. “No. Not in your lifetime.” She informed me, cryptically and a little creepily.
We sat there, for an hour it seemed. Time flying by, silence from both of us, as we just seemed to watch each other. I couldn’t explain it any other way, it’s like we had a connection between us, something from the past crawling it’s way to the top but unable to bring itself to the front and let me know what it was.
The clock ticked, the darkness begin to slowly fade away into early morning. The sun not yet visible, but the time of the night becoming day once more soon set to rise. I looked at the time, it was gone four o’clock in the morning. “Damn. I should get home, it’s almost morning!” I said as I rose up.
Juliette just watched me. She nodded her head, almost in acceptance as I walked past her and left the cafe. I headed home, the feeling of being watched as I made my way through the darkness of night still surrounding me.
Turning down an alleyway I soon found myself in trouble. Ahead, a single guy stepped across blocking my path. I stopped, turned and was going to head back when I saw a figure in the darkness behind me walking towards me. I knew I was in serious trouble, surrounded as my heart beat faster.
“Well look what we have here. I think fun time is about to begin!” One of the goons called out to me. He walked towards me, cracking his knuckles in his hand. I looked at both, unable to escape or run to get away. “Look, I don’t want any trouble guys!” I called out, it didn’t work trying to scare them. They could smell the fear in me.
“Trouble. We don’t want trouble kid, we just want a little fun!” The other spoke out as they both stood several feet away from me. My heart beast almost out of my chest. Sweat dripped down from my forehead, fear building up inside of my body. Then..... My world began to change....
And always liked to write, so here we go with a story I'm writing. Every chapter won't be a sex scene, just hopefully an enjoyable story to read. :)
Eternal Love (A Vampiric Love Story) by John_Doe
CHAPTER 1
I had never considered myself dangerous, strange maybe but never a bad kind of kid. But all that changed the day I met her, she turned my life upside down. She made my life what I am today..... A Vampire.
My story starts like every other, at the beginning. I was a simple sixteen year old boy, actually quite a shy guy. I kept to myself at home and school which thankfully was over. My home life was pretty bad, I lived with my mother who was an abusive drunken wreck almost every day of her life.
She blamed me for ruining her life, for being born and destroying her hopes and dreams. In truth, it was the alcohol talking, but words still hurt coming from her mouth.
I had just finished school a few weeks ago, and now had to go out and look for a job. I needed to be out of the house, away from my mother most of the time. I could lock myself away in my room for days, but she still came around. Banging on the door, shouting, screaming at me and what a waste of life I was.
I wanted to go away, change my looks, my name, my identity. Become someone new, someone who could do something with their life. The night it first happened, the night I saw her for the first time was the 29th February 2012. A date that would only happen once every four years.
That night, I had heard enough from my mother, as I walked out, slamming the door behind me and just running. Getting away from the words, the anger, the pain I was feeling inside. I ran for a while, as far as my legs would take me. Eventually I had to stop. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was, but up ahead a small cafe was open. I walked towards it, my feet hurting from the running, soft sharp pains running up and down my legs.
As I entered inside, the cafe was small, cozy and almost empty. A few older men sat at the counter, drinking and eating. Drivers of trucks parked outside in the parking lot. I looked around, the stalls to sit empty as I walked down the aisle and sat down at one of them, sliding across the seat as I looked out the window.
“Hey hun, what you want?” A voice called to me as I turned. An older, mid-forties woman in a white and dark pink uniform stood at the side of the stall, looking down at me. A notepad and pencil in her hand. “Hi, just a cup of coffee if that’s okay?” I said. “Sure hun, no problem.” She replied, turning and heading back to the counter.
I checked my money, pulling it out and paying for the drink as she returned with a cup, smoke pouring from the rip of it. “Thanks!” I said as I handed her the money to pay for it. She walked away as I sat there, taking soft sips of the hot drink in this cold dark night drawing in. My mind going around in circles, thinking, hoping, praying for something better to happen in my life. Wondering what I could do next....
Minutes soon flew by, as I sat there, daydreaming of a perfect life. People came and went, customers eating and drinking around me. I leaned forward, my head falling into the palm of my hands. I wanted to cry, but I held it in, trying my best to put on a brave face.
As I lifted my head, I looked up. Several feet away, standing in the doorway. A beautiful young woman stood. Attractive, a slim figure with small perfect breasts for her size, and clothing that showed off her figure. A tight dark T-shirt, underneath an open white blouse, unbuttoned at the front to show off some soft cleavage of her heaving bosom. A short black skirt, over long slender legs under black tights.
Her face was soft, her lips shining in the bright light of the light bulb shining down from above, her eyes give off a deep stare ahead, soft blue in color. A mesmerizing view of a beautiful young woman. She looked around, almost like she was looking for someone. I stared at her, a little too obvious as she turned her head around the room and caught me staring.
I quickly snapped my head down, but knew she had seen me. I carefully looked up, trying to catch another glimpse towards her as she began to slowly walk towards my way. An older rough looking man, a truck driver by his appearance turned around as he saw her. “Hey there sweetchucks. How about a ride in my truck, if you know what I mean?” He said to her, a huge grin on his face.
She stopped as she turned her head to look at him. A soft smile crossed her lips, as I looked up to see what was happening. His hand rose as he wrapped it around her body and tried to pull her into him. With one swift quick movement, his arm was snapped around and bent back as she grabbed his head and slammed it hard into the counter with an almighty crash that sounded around the room. Everyone stopped to stare.
She held his face down, staring out sideways against the counter. His arm bent behind his back, calling out in pain. “Ahh, you crazy bitch!” He screamed at her. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear that only he heard. She stared at his eyes, a deep long stare for several seconds before she released the hold and he stood up. He looked at her, then just brushed past her like she wasn’t there and exited the cafe, walking back to his truck, climbing inside and started up as he drove off down the roadway.
I watched as he left, and like everyone a little shocked at what had just taken place. I turned back to find the woman stood at the side of my stall, looking down at me. I looked up at her, silence fell around the room for several long seconds.
“Hmm, Hi.” I finally mustered up the courage to say. She smiled. “This seat taken?” She asked me, her head gently nodding to the seat opposite and facing me. I shook my head. She turned and slid down upon the seat, sliding across and facing me.
The waitress walked across and looked at her. “Sorry about him, he’s an asshole sometimes. What can I get you hun, on the house?” She asked her. The mysterious young woman kept her eyes on me. “Just a glass of milk will be fine thanks.” She said softly through her parting lips. The waitress walked off, as she returned after several minutes with a glass of milk and placed it on the desk. She left, as the two of us sat there, staring at each other.
At first I felt a little uncomfortable. Her eyes seemingly burning a hole in me as she stared away. “You really know how to take care of yourself don’t you!” I said to her. “I’ve had a lot of practise over my lifetime.” She informed me, a mysterious tone to her voice.
Silence swept the room, almost like time had frozen around us or moving in slow motion. She sipped from her glass of milk, the white texture slipping over her red soft lips and leaving a blemish of whiteness to them in places.
“I’m Steve by the way!” I said, raising my arm and reaching across to her. She looked at me, and raised her own arm, as our hands touched for the first time. Her hand was cold, soft to the touch but a deep coldness to the feel. The first time we touched, something strange happened to me. I felt something, something inside of my body. It’s hard to explain, but inside my chest, I didn’t feel, scared or worried. I felt, a fuzzy warmness to my heart, to my chest and my body.
Pulling away she looked at me. “I am... Juliette.” She finally informed me of her name. “Have we met before?” I asked, just that funny feeling of something, a strange sensation of knowing her in some way. “No. Not in your lifetime.” She informed me, cryptically and a little creepily.
We sat there, for an hour it seemed. Time flying by, silence from both of us, as we just seemed to watch each other. I couldn’t explain it any other way, it’s like we had a connection between us, something from the past crawling it’s way to the top but unable to bring itself to the front and let me know what it was.
The clock ticked, the darkness begin to slowly fade away into early morning. The sun not yet visible, but the time of the night becoming day once more soon set to rise. I looked at the time, it was gone four o’clock in the morning. “Damn. I should get home, it’s almost morning!” I said as I rose up.
Juliette just watched me. She nodded her head, almost in acceptance as I walked past her and left the cafe. I headed home, the feeling of being watched as I made my way through the darkness of night still surrounding me.
Turning down an alleyway I soon found myself in trouble. Ahead, a single guy stepped across blocking my path. I stopped, turned and was going to head back when I saw a figure in the darkness behind me walking towards me. I knew I was in serious trouble, surrounded as my heart beat faster.
“Well look what we have here. I think fun time is about to begin!” One of the goons called out to me. He walked towards me, cracking his knuckles in his hand. I looked at both, unable to escape or run to get away. “Look, I don’t want any trouble guys!” I called out, it didn’t work trying to scare them. They could smell the fear in me.
“Trouble. We don’t want trouble kid, we just want a little fun!” The other spoke out as they both stood several feet away from me. My heart beast almost out of my chest. Sweat dripped down from my forehead, fear building up inside of my body. Then..... My world began to change....