Addiction's blog: "Erotic Stories People Send Me"

Glowing eyes appear from the shadows...

My eyes roam over her petite form...

She is dancing seductively, teasing all she meets.

Her low-cut blouse revealing a bit of her feminine curves, her dance slow and seductive.  She trails her fingers over intimate parts of her body as well as the bodies of those she dances with.   She moves off the dance floor and heads to the bar.  The man she has so aroused buys her yet another drink. She's a predator of sorts only tonight she may become prey.

I watch her from the recesses of shadows

At the bar she laughs and continues to tease the young man...but when she finishes her drink, she just turns her attention to another right beside her. Looking the fool, the first man leaves.   I follow his movements as he heads out the bar, but he is not what I seek tonight.   The woman...my prey... moves on to the next victim, dancing, teasing.   She is good at what she does; making old men aroused then using them to gain what she wishes, whatever it may be.   Money.  Cars.  Nice little trinkets.

I smile from the shadows.

She spots me, but only briefly, as I settle into the shadows. My place.  Darkness... where I belong as I seek out those who will be my prey.  She shrugs slightly and heads to the ladies room, my eyes following her.

When she returns, her handbag bulges lightly.   She has removed her dampened panties, and I can smell her heat.  To me, the scent of her sex hangs heavily about her, even from across the room.

She is going to make fine prey and she doesn't even know it.

She moves towards the exit, perhaps sensing her pickings here are slim. She walks down the street, her firm ass wiggling, hips swaying, teasing those she passes by.  I leave the bar following her at a distance.   She nears the next bar on the strip. It is a dance club of sorts, and the music is heady, and throbbing.   She shimmies onto the dance floor instantly finding her mark.  He is not her typical choice, and he appears to be a college boy perhaps a sport for her.  He buys her drinks.  Hers are watered down, and after an hour or so the boy is no sport so she leaves him...he becomes just another one left chastised. 

 I smirk from the darkened corner...

She glances towards me again and as like last time I am merely part of the background.  She moves on, seeing it near midnight.   She seems to have sated her hunger, her desire to play with men, for now at least.  In another time she would not have been so bold.   I come from such a time.  Now it is merely memory.  She leaves, getting into her flashy car and heading out towards the more wealthy homes, near the woods.

 I follow her, deciding tonight I will take my prey.

Of course I know this route...having followed her so many times.  This is her pattern.  She follows the same routine, always looking to score big with one of the single fellows that live in the hills, where their mansions loom ominously over the simple houses below.   I know where to take her, my cold heart pounding... quickening...knowing this will be the night.   I speed up to follow her, chasing her for some time then flash my lights at her.  She merely drives on, so I flash them again and she pulls off to the side of the road.

 I get out of the little sports car I am driving, and walk towards her, smiling softly as she rolls down the window

 "Your tire looks like it was going flat." I tell her, pointing to one of the rear tires...

 She smiles.  "Well, can you help me?  I'm not so good at these things."

 I nod and smile at her as I roll up my sleeves and pretend to look at the tire. She steps out looking as well.

I smile up to her as she studies me a moment

 "Did I see you at the clubs earlier?" she asks.

 I nod.  "I was not really in the mood to party, so I left.  I figured I would drive a bit and I noticed your wheel looked like it was going flat. It seems to be ok." I tell her...watching her.

 She looks around out at the full moon.

 "I like the peace of the woods to walk and think I may follow a few of the paths," I tell her..."would you like to join me?"

 "No...that is ok...I really should get back...but it is so peaceful..." she murmurs...

I see the wicked little look that flashes briefly over her face.

 "Well, maybe a Short walk" she giggles, looking at me from head to toe, when she thinks I am not looking.

 I smile softly at her as she begins walking with me.  We walk down the path, worn smooth over the ages

free of most obstructions save a few small nocturnal creatures now and then

 I continue walking, as she begins to speak in her well trained sexy voice.

 "I have never been to these woods...I go to the parties in the development of houses we just went past...but I am not big on walking in the woods..."she jokes, lifting a delicate foot to show her high heels, showing a bit of leg in the process. She leans close, whispering to me, her warm lips brushing my cold ear.

  "so tell me...you haven’t even told me your name." she taunts

 I turn to her a bit, and smile "My name is Duncan, I am sorry...forgot my manners."

 I smile slightly.  "There are times I prefer the peace out here, a time to relax and think of one's future."

 "Aahh...the future isn’t important...live for today...get your kicks while you can......and have fun...” she says, her hip intentionally brushing against mine.  I smile to myself, knowing I have chosen well

 She continues “My name is Angela...but for You....*she smiles softly* YOU can call me Angie.   So does your wife know you are here?  or your girlfriend?"  She glancing down at my hand, probably looking for a ring.   I fight the urge to chuckle

 "Ok, Angie it is then.  In the long turn life is short and you may be right so live it for the moment but plan for the future but then again life is fleeting so I guess I try to make sure I am around to enjoy it to the fullest" I explain.  "I have not had a girlfriend in a few months, seems my luck with woman is on ebb now".

 I continue leading my prey down the path to the ruins of an old manor house.

"I suppose." she shrugs, noncommittal.

I probe her thoughts a tiny bit, and finding she is assessing my clothing, and thinking about my car, assuming I probably have quite a bit of cash.

I grin...eyeing her like a hunter looking at prey before the kill ensues.

I stand before the old ruins, lost in memories as she walks up behind me, smiling as she looks at the ruins.

"What is this place?" she asks me

I tell her "Merely a place of my youth.  Long ago all the land around here was owned by one family and this was the main house"

I slowly walk around the crumbling foundation, looking here and there. My eyes start to glow red as we have finally arrived at the place that my hunt will finish. I stifle a moan, feeling the wash of pleasure run thru My body as my fangs lengthen

I turn slowly to her, and draw her close to me.  She looks scared as my eyes start to glow, throwing her to the crumbling foundation.

"What are you doing???"  she gasps “STOP!" 

I laugh coldly. "You tease and taunt...and drop people like trash.  You expected that you would never pay for your actions?"

She squeaks unable to speak as I savagely rip her halter top off, baring her firm breasts, exposing those soft mounds of flesh and pert nipples.  I  lean and lick upon them,  raking my teeth along the nipples, my  nails lengthen into claws as I slide then into her skirt ripping it from her,  seeing the silk thong beneath I slip one nail into the strap,  cutting it from her body.

I growl softly, seeing my prey helpless before me...

My acute nose that has been picking up the scent of her arousal now senses it with a mixture of fear as I rake my nails along her inner thighs leaving small trails of blood as I cut her perfect skin.

 

"NO!  HELP ME! You can’t do this to me! What ARE you???"  she screams in one breath, trying to fight me.

 

The smell of blood calling to the savage side of my nature...calling me...calling the hunter ....the killer.

I trail my nails along her thighs to her wetness, slamming deeply into her, three of my clawed fingers savagely tearing her but still sliding in with her wetness.

 

She screams with agony.

 

The scent of her blood mixed with the scent of her earlier arousal driving me as my teeth rake her flesh leaving a bit of a small cut along her breasts.  I hold her down as  I lick the blood,  nearly losing control but holding onto the faintest grasp of my control, so I can show her there are things out there who do as they please,  and her teasing ways will so end, for  I am prepared to bring her to the darkness

 

Slowly I work my aroused manhood from within my pants, exposing it as I slip my fingers from her wetness, lifting them and tasting her sweet honey and blood mixed

 

I thrust deeply and savagely into her, reveling in her screams of a  mixture of pain fear and ecstasy as my manhood violates her,  taking from her what she teased so many with in the past nights.  A malicious smirk crosses my mouth, exposing one fang as I lean and nip her breasts, biting upon her nipples, rolling the hardened little buds with my tongue, finding how hard they have become from sheer terror,   some form the excitement, and some from the chill in the air.

 

Feeling my fangs again on her flesh as I force myself deeper into her, she cries out again...

"What ARE you????"

 

I continue to tear her open wider with each of my thrusts, her screams loud. I laugh, knowing they will not reach anyone to help her.

 

 My thoughts drift back to the time I was made a creature here.  Does this beauty deserve such a prize?   She is a good hunter but I will be the superior hunter...she doesn’t deserve immortality.

 

A peal of thunder is heard in the background.....Almost like the death knell of this slut.   I savagely tear her, a conquering growl bubbling from deep in my throat as I explode forth, my hot seed filling her, feeling it spill from her mixing in her own juices and blood.

 

Weak and torn, she meekly she looks up at me.  I looking at her battered abused body

I smile down at my prey...and finally answer her...

"I am something that will put your social hunting to an end"

I open my mouth exposing my pure pale white fangs, trailing my tongue over them.  I grasp her head and turn it to the side, feeling her struggle as I expose her artery, and as my tongue trails over the flesh I whisper into her ear softly.

"Do you know what I am, Angie??"

She screams as my fangs deeply sink into her neck sucking the flow of blood into my mouth leaving me in a euphoric lust as I drain her of her life essence the flow strong her blood warm, washing me in the orgasmic sensation I so cherish.

"....Vampire...” she gasps...never to speak again.

ahhh yes I say but to you I am... DEATH!

I drain the last drops from her licking the blood from my lips and chin, and I cast the husk of what was once Angie to the ground, another clap of thunder signaling her death.

I dress again, and  turn back up the path,  never giving my leftovers a  second look as I move on towards my car,  pondering, heading out to the clubs again seeking yet another huntress who has no idea that I am the TRUE hunter of the night.

 

A dark form with glowing red eyes disappears up the path...........

 

The End.