Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In my head. Mostly.
|Introduction: She has all their strength, none of the weaknesses, and a libido that can only be satisfied by their death.|
Author's Note: This is a story treatment for a novel that I started, then set aside when I began to publish my other stories on Amazon. I still have plans to finish the book, but it'll probably be a few months before I can get back to it.
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A Bad Day To Be a Vampire.
She checked the straps on his arms and legs a final time before she stuck the syringe into the I.V. and pushed the plunger down rapidly. Their metabolism was so slow that it took a while for the drug to work its way through his system. Eventually, his eyes fluttered open and confusion settled in. He saw a sterile, white exam room, small, but not cramped, with all the cabinets and medicine-type posters and stuff right where you would expect them to be.
He eventually focused on her and she smiled, “Welcome back to the land of the living, so to speak. I’ll give you a moment to yank on the restraints, but not a lot, because I just don’t feel like wasting too much time with you.”
True to her word, she waited as he strained against the thick steel manacles around his wrists and ankles; they were deeply anchored to the metal exam table and far beyond even his enhanced strength. His frustration made her wet and her fingers slid across her blouse causing her nipples to poke through the thin fabric. He soon grew tired and flopped back on the table.
“Who are you?” He demanded, “Why am I here?”
“Who I am does not matter.” She answered as she slipped her lab coat from her shoulders and hung it on a hook near the door. “You’re here because you’re a vampire and you tried to bite me.”
His eyes popped wide as he remembered his attempt at a late-evening snack, “You know about us?”
She nodded, “Yes, one of you ‘people’ attacked me several years ago and left me for dead; I know all about you and your kind. In fact, I know more about you than you know about yourself.”
She undid the buttons on her blouse and hung it next to the lab coat, revealing a lacy bra covering her medium sized breasts. “You are not the kind of vampire found in cheap fiction; there is nothing supernatural about you. The virus coursing through your system revived you when you creator ended your real life, it gave you a thirst for living blood and the strength to collect it from unwilling donors. Most people die when the virus hits their system but a very few, like you, are turned.
“You can’t change shape, or mesmerize you victims; hell you’re not even long-lived, your average lifespan is decades shorter than a humans. That whole ‘fang’ thing is a myth too, you’re lucky if your teeth don’t rot in your head.” She grabbed his face and forced his mouth open. “Well, well, it looks like you had some cosmetic dentistry done; have you ever bitten yourself with those things?”
He jerked his head to the side; she let go and continued undressing. Her skirt and slip slid down her legs and were soon folded on a nearby counter. Her lacy panties matched her bra. She went around the exam room, turning off lights and replacing them with candles that glowed softly in the darkening room. “There is no virus in nature that is one hundred percent fatal, some people aren’t killed by the virus when they’re bit; if they survive the initial infection they turn, if they don’t then they die. But it turns out that there is a third option: me.
“I am one of the few humans that are completely immune to the virus. When I was bitten, I survived; all he did was rape me and destroy my childhood. Oh, the virus did give me all of your enhanced strength, before it was killed by my immune system, without giving me the need to feed on blood to keep itself alive.”
She turned and drove her fist through his left kneecap. It snapped cleanly in two and his leg jerked sideways and settled at an unnatural angle, held in place only by the restraint on his ankle. He howled at the excruciating agony that shot through his body.
“I’ll bet that you’re cursing the strength and stamina that is keeping you from passing out right about now.” She slid her panties down her legs and folded them on top of her shirt.
“You whore!” He shouted, “Why are you doing this to me? I would have left you alive! I only need a little blood to survive!”
“You don’t need blood to survive; the virus needs blood to procreate. The craving forces you to bite people and transfer the virus to new hosts, it doesn’t care the most people die from the exposure. I’m doing this because you are a threat to the entire human race. I really don’t give a fuck why your kind feeds; I AM NOT YOUR GODDAMN FOOD! I am a human being, not a fucking snack!”
“FINE!” She spat back at her, “You’re the savior of the human fucking race! I get it, you’re a fucking hero! But why are we naked? And what is this thing attached to my cock?”
Her face showed surprise; after doing this so many times, she sometimes forgot that her subjects were all first-timers. “That’s an electrical terminal; it’s going to make your schlong hard enough for me to rape you. You people only have sex during feeding because it’s too the only time you can get it up; that’s what you get from the blood. Now it’s your turn.”
“I wasn’t going to rape you; I just needed a little blood.” He thrashed against the restraints again and hissed as the shards of his kneecap ground against each other.
She grabbed him by his cock and flipped the switch on the machine. The current shot through his flesh and it began to grow hard in her hand. He screamed as she ran her fingers up and down his skin. “Its painful for you if you don’t have fresh blood in your system; like it was painful for me when one of your kind tore through my hymen and drank my virgin blood. I can still taste his dead semen as he came in my mouth.”
She squeezed the head of his penis with her enhanced strength and he screamed louder. “I was only twelve when he raped me; he didn’t look much older. Once I knew that you existed, and I recovered from his attack, I began to hunt you. None of you ever expect a little thing like me to be able to fight you; none of you ever expect that I have a drug in my bloodstream that is harmless to humans, but narcotic to your kind.
“Oh, another thing the virus gave me before it died was the gift of thought. Before I was bitten, I was dumb as a retarded cow, now my I.Q. is off the charts. Thanks to that little boost in brain power, I’ve been experimenting on you people for more than twenty years now. My attacker was my first subject; he didn’t survive the early test stages. But now, because of me, the world governments all have a vaccine that will end you all. Some of them may try to pull some shit, and hold back the cure, but it won’t do any good, its self-replicating and will spread naturally around the globe no matter what they do. I released it into the atmosphere an hour ago; just before sealing you in this air-tight room. You are my last subject; I’m going to enjoy this.”
She climbed onto the table and aimed his cock at her vagina; she sank down and engulfed his length down to his balls. He screamed in pain and thrashed against his bonds. She began to slide up and down on him, moaning as he spasmed inside of her. She loved when they fought; it was like sweet nectar. She came over and over as she raped him; they all screamed, they all fought, they all lost.
She fell, exhausted across his chest; he tried to bite her neck, but she was too short to reach. He cried out in frustration. After resting for a moment, she sat up and stretched like a cat, smiling with sexual satisfaction. She took a deep, cleansing breath and stood up on the table; his cock jerked out of her pussy and flopped around in pain-filled spasms until it shrank down to a mushroom cap.
She studied his naked body for a bit, and then walked up to stand over his face. Her head brushed against the ceiling as she looked down at him. “You can lick my pussy; do it good enough and I’ll give you a taste of blood so you can cum before you die. If you bite me, the narcotic in my system will knock you out in seconds and you will sleep your last few minutes away, until I wake you again and melt your face with acid.”
He glared at her, with hatred and fear in his eyes, but eventually nodded his head. She squatted down and shoved her pussy against his mouth. She felt his tongue lash out and stab against her clit; she moaned and grabbed his head, “Suck my pussy, motherfucker, lick it hard!” She ground herself
against him as he followed her orders. Her juices ran down his throat as she shuddered over him. His tongue slipped deep into her vagina, probing and licking her.
Soon enough, she was satisfied with his efforts and she slipped down from
the table. She walked from his view for a moment before returning with a bag of blood, “This was donated less than an hour ago; its not as fresh as you might like, but it should be enough to get you up without pain.” She tore the top from the bag and pushed the tip into his mouth; he sucked hard until the bag was empty. His pupils went from black to red and he struggled against the restraints again as the blood gave him back his full strength.
She calmly stripped the electronic device from his cock and watched it grow naturally, well, naturally for a vampire. She hopped back up and sank her pussy down over his member again. This time he moaned with pleasure and stabbed his cock into her over and over; she held herself still as he worked to a massive orgasm.
In seconds he shot his dead semen into her pussy; it went on and on as he convulsed under her. She watched him carefully until he had completely emptied himself inside of her then she drove her fist into his chest, smashing his heart, the reservoir for the virus that kept him alive, into the table beneath his body. His eyes flew open with shock and then started to dull as death finally came for him.
“I have killed all of your kind, you were the last. Goodbye.”
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