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Day's ran into nights and the two of them went on outting after outting in search of blood. Though Mel was not a Full blown Vampire, or child of the night, she could have taught some that were things about getting around under the cover of darkness.



They drove to the clubs and pulled unsuspecting beauties and entertained in the back of Harris's big Mercedes. He enjoyed the blood while she enjoyed the sex. And when the feast for the night was done and the victim fell limp in her hands, she would climb on top of Harris to have him finish the job that their most recent stiff could not. It was a marriage made in hell.



Harris often wondered why she had not asked him to make her a full Vampire, but he was sure that he knew the answer already. Flirting with death was one thing, but being dead, was something that you could not undo, and she was right.



Day's ran into nights and nights ran into weeks, and before they relized it winter was upon them. It was time to migrate to warmer and friendlier shores.



As she walked into the room, she could hear him on the phone.



"Yes Esmerelda, we are coming to Miami in the next couple of days open the top floor of the Versace place on South beach and I will inhabit that while the tourist look on at the very spot where the man was gunned down by his part time lover." said Harris



The level of excitement rose in Melody, they were going to America, and Miami no less.



As he turned to look at her, she did not want him to see how much this meant to her.



He approached her and placed one hand behind her head and turned her head in his direction. She was now looking at him over her right shoulder.



"yes, can I help you.?" she said sort of pouting

and he kissed her.



"We are goin on a trip." he said, "Go and pack lightly." As she squealed with anticipation...



To Be continued

Days had gone by since Melody had join his house hold, and what a difference it had made to his temperment and manner around the house.



Each day around her was like something new and unexpected to him, he was actually begining to enjoy waking up to her each day. He was even thinking of bringing her over, and embracing her.



But this for him was mostly just a thought. She knew what he was, and she did not seem to care. But if she was embraced, how would she handle that, and would her general attitude towards him change..



In the end, the decision would not be his, it would be hers.

The last thing I remember was eating a Ka bab and heading into town for a night of fun. By the time we got home, I had fed on Mel two more times, and she was all but dead to the world. So much so that I had to feed her from my own blood to keep her alive.



Not to turn her but to keep her alive. But the strength I gave her was amazing. The next morning she woke up in my arms and I told her to go back t sleep, and she did. For the next 7 hrs we slumbered. When we finally got out of my deluxe bed / Coffin, she went home to gather her things. She had decided this all on her own, so I loaned her my S320 to go and pick up her stuff.



Her boyfriend was coming in as she was finishing her packing.



“Ahh, there you are bitch.” As he started for her. The sun was not yet fully from the sky, But I did not want any harm to come to her, so I dressed and followed to see what would transpire.



What I saw made me proud.



As he got close to her, he looked at her in shock and amazement as he realized what she was up to. She on the other hand paid him no mind what so ever.



He then became enraged and grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her off balance till she was about to fall.



As she looked at him almost emotionless:



“Is this completely necessary?” she asked

“BITCH.” And he slapped her



But that would only happen once. As he raised his hand to hit her a second time, her free off balance hand quickly reached out and grabbed him by his balls. A squiggly sound could be heard. And the expression on his face changed three times in as many seconds.

He then let her go, and she watched him fall to the ground in front of her in pain.

“You fucking bitch.” And she kicked him in the mouth.

“Watch your mouth, I never swore at you,..” and she kicked him again. “So you don’t need to speak to me like that.”



As Harris peered through the window to see how his latest pupil was getting on, he realized that she did not need any help. She soon had her things and was on her way back to the car, when she noticed Harris seated in the back seat of the car, waiting for her to return. She loaded her stuff in the trunk without saying a word and then jumped into the driver seat. “Where to boss?” she asked, “Home Mel, take me home?” and they departed.

As Mel watched him she decided to do something he did not expect. And a moment later she was straddling Harris, and an attempt to reach a climax. With one swift move of his left arm, she was deposited in the rear seat, and just as fast, Harris was hovering above her. She did not even remember hearing the door close, as he settled in next to her on the large rear seat of the Very well made Germany car.



A Vampire is rarely hurried, but there was something about the beat of her heart that told Harris to go a bit faster than he normally would have liked. As he looked out of the window, he could see that the moon was almost completely full. This would present yet another problem in the city, As Likens also roamed the streets of London, and they loved to hunt Vampire.



Harris returned his gaze to that of the young beautiful blonde. As he slowly lowered himself toward her, he released the catch on his trousers, and he heard her heart beat increase dramatically. That’s what she wanted, to feel him inside her. So he would gladly oblige her on this occasion. As his equipment passed the opening of her wetness, her eyes rolled back into her head. And within moment of his first trusts, she was clawing at his back like a banshee.



This was so erotic to him that it was all he could do to hold back and not spill himself inside her. As he watched her emotions change from one to yet another, Harris wanted to feed. His thirst the blood had grown considerably, and he had to remind himself that he liked this girl, and had promised himself that he would not kill her, and she would live to see yet another day as his play thing.



As he withdrew himself from her, she began to protest, until she realized what he was about to do. She had already cum three amazing times, and now he was going to go down on her. This man was unreal. She thought to herself. It was if Harris could tell what she was thinking, as he whispered. “No dear, undead.” And he sank his teeth and probing tongue into her vaginal area.



She went mad.



As she grabbed the back of his head, she thrust herself forward with the force that would have broke any normal mans nose. Harris took this and much more. During her thrusting, the right canine fang grew to its longest length, and perforated her vine on the inside of her left leg, and the blood flowed freely into his mouth.



Soon the combination of blood loss, and orgasmic fluid loss got the better of her, and she passed out.



The minutes passed slowly as Harris drove in the direction of central London. The music and deep bass beating in the back ground.



“Picture me rolling in my five hundred Benz, I got not love for these niggers……..”

It was Tu Pac Shakur Picture me rolling, a song he wrote when he got out of jail a few years before his death in 96.



As Mel came to, she opened her eyes slowly, and she could hardly believe how fucked she really was. She had never felt so weak, but then again, she had never been used as a Milk Shake either.



“You will be a bit dizzy for awhile.”



“Where the hell are we going?” asked Mel



“I know a Ka bab stand on the A 4 that serves the best Ka Babs on this side of London. One of those and a cold drink, and you will be as right as rain.” Said Harris



“What happened?” she asked.



“Its simple really, I drained you.” And he smirked at her and kept on driving.



There was this incessant ring in the back ground. It was a mobile phone. But Harris could not recognize it.



“Do you have a mobile?” he asked



“Yes.” She stated



“Don’t you think you had better answer it?” said Harris



And she reached back onto the seat to grab the phone which had found its way half down a crack between the back rest and the seat itself.



As she pushed down on the green button, Harris could hear her boyfriend cussing and swearing in the back ground.



“Where the fuck are you bitch? Didn’t I tell you to stay out here and wait for me?” he yelled at the top of his voice



There was something about Mels attitude, that said she was having none of this shit.



As the phone went dead, she spoe two words into the phone. “FUCK OFF.” And she threw the phone out of the window. Harris’s keen eye sight could pick up the phone breaking into several hundred pieces as it hit the fast moving motorway as they cruised with Heathrow in the near background.



“I have found the man for me, and she lay back in the seat and concentrated on the planes that were lined up landing in this distance, as they flew over head and she watched them through the sunroof.

“You know what?” she asked. “You never told me your name.” she said

“My name is Harris Farthing.” He said calmly

“Mr. Farthing, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you do.” She asked

“I used to be in the security industry.” Said Harris not willing to volunteer information. “But now I am simply an entrepreneur.” Said Harris

“And what does that mean?” she asked

“It means that I am wealthy, and don’t need to work.” Said Harris

She just looked at him and smiled. “I think I’m gonna like you.” She said, “Yep, I think I’m gonna like you a lot.” She said and went back to watching the planes over head.

He had began to make the preparation for the evening. As he got dressed tonight, he did it with purpose. He decided in light of the fact that one of his favourite Television shows had been made into a movie, that he would dress the part, so he donned a black satin t-shirt, a pair of silk underwear black of course, and a Black Linen two piece suit. All Black from head to toe, to include his sandals.



Then he grabbed a platinum chain with a Pentagram on it adorned with red rubies and a diamond in the middle. He looked like a rich Goth brother with class and style.



As Harris headed for the door to his dwelling, he looked at the rings of keys that sat on hooks neatly placed by the door. His house keeper had been up to her usual weekly clean up.



As he reached for his keys, he stopped for only a second, and a memory registered in the back of his mind of his son. How he would love to see him right now, but at this hour his mother would surely have issues with that, so he let the thought pass.





It was not long before he found himself in his S320 Mercedes Saloon. It was a big car, and for tonight that was what he would need. A car big enough to get in the back seat and do the type of damage you could only usually do in a bed.



But before he realised it, he found himself parked at the curb just outside his son’s house. Then he remembered the one time when he had dropped his guard and allowed the unthinkable.



The blood of a Vampire is amazing in and of itself. But the blood of one who is offspring of a Vampire is like the golden elixir of life. It sings to you who is its Sire, and it calls the maker to it. Harris had been stronger than most, because of his love for his son, it had only happened once, but under other circumstances who knows what might have happened.



Just then he put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, headed in the direction of Uxbridge. He could have sworn he saw he son look out of the window as he pulled away. And it was not long before a text message came across his Nokia Communicator. (Love you Dad. Gabriel) He had named him after the Archangel Gabriel. This made Harris smile.



Gerard’s Cross was only a couple of miles from Uxbridge, and within minutes, he was pulling up in front of Kentucky Fried Chicken on the High street. Just across the street in front of the Pool hall, stood a beautiful blonde, about 5 foot 7 with heels on and blue denim mini skirt and she was sucking on a Fag. Which in England meant cigarette.



Before Harris became a Vampire, smoking bothered him, but now, he preferred to feed on smokers. They were damned anyway, so what difference did it make if they went now or in a few years from Cancer. The fact of the matter was it was kinda like retribution or getting his own back at them for smoking around him for all those years ruining his lungs when he did not smoke. He thought them very inconsiderate people who would smoke in the presence of those who did not, and children.



As he rolled to a full complete stop, he turned his head in her general directions, and spoke.



The dulcet tones fell from his lips “Are you waiting for someone?” asked Harris



As she looked at him, she could tell that he was not like the others that had just tried in the last fifteen minutes to pick her up. He actually could probably do all those things they said they could do, with half the hassle.



“Yes, my boyfriend is inside taking care of some business. He should be out soon.” She said

“Bull shit, now get in.” Said Harris and he turned his head to look her full on in the eyes.



Now this was a man. He demanded her full attention, not someone who was going to leave her standing outside a fucking pool hall where every fucking scum bag in the hood could come by and yell shit at her. Yes, this was a real man. And she just knew she was going to devour him.



As she took one last pull on her Fag, she dropped it to the ground and walked toward the car.



“My name is Mel. My friends call me Scary.” As she opened the door and fell into the plush decadence of the lovely Mercedes leather seats.



“You don’t know scary, but if you are lucky, you will tonight.” said Harris, as he pulled away from the curb. The last thing he wanted to do now was ruin his appetite by having to kill her boyfriend if he came outside while he was trying to abscond with his bird.



As the wind blew through the open windows and sun roof, Harris neared the A40, and was headed in the direction of Central London. When he noticed that Mel’s mini skirt had risen and she was laying back in the seat, with her eyes closed, and her right hand firmly between her legs massaging her clit. The glare of the street lights glistened off her finger as they performed there dance. This woman had no shame, and that was just the way Harris liked a real girl to be. This one would live, there was no way he could kill a true sex pot like this one. She was a keeper.



As he looked up, he was approaching Park Royal, and he remembered a spot near the Panasonic building where he could take her and no one would be the wiser. As the vehicle came to a halt in the relative darkness of the alley between the a garage and a warehouse. Harris began his ritual.

As I wake from the sleep of death, the sun sets in the distance. It's rays having warmed the walls surrounding my resting chamber.



I float from my resting place and hover mere centimeters from the wall. My face and the backs of my hands recieving the color of dark brown burnt bacon.



The bricks are still warm with what would have been the final death only moments earlier. I flirt with it and it gives me the tan and chared skin I perfer to the ghostly pale white skin of my Vampiric brothers and sister.



Each night I go thorough this burning tanning ritual. And when I am done, I look more like I did the night I was re-born into this dark dank world of blood lust and betrayal.



I don't need to do this, I am dark from birth, being a black American at the time of my turning. But my love for the warmth somehow keeps me in touch with the humans that live all around me, and it seasons me for the nights fun and frolic.



Each night for me could be the night I find my love, and I am ever the optimist. Rage never consumes me, and the blood lust is quenched easily amongst the whores and prostitutes that want my money.



They are enticed by the thought of oral sex from a handsome dark stranger, and what a better drinking place than the birth canal of a woman who would not resist my advances.



With her legs clasped tight over my shoulders, she bearly feels the penetration and laseration of her main artery running up the inside of her left leg.



But that will all take place later, in the private confines of a plush hotel room which I will procure for the feast.



But first I must find my candidate. She must be young, atleast 25 years of age, and not too seasoned. Someone who has recently fallen on hard times, and has found this to be the easiest way to get what she needs.



If she has children, it is all the better. For when one gives herself to me, I reward her by letting her live, and departing me with a handsome sum of money with which she will hopefully stay off the street for some time.



I am not a malicious vampire, I don't do this because I have to, for me this is sport, and since I like to think I still have a heart, I am in a way helping some poor kid, to eat another day.



My cravings are for the contact, the smell of perfume of the woman I fed upon, the moans that come from deep down inside her womanhood that she thought were long gone from years of mistreatment by other mortal men. The liers, and the game players, the decievers.



Man. What a waste........



to be continued: