The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Chapter 1



Here she was, spending another night of stalking the alleys, looking for a cheap date to get a taste of blood from their slender neck. She wasn’t a lesbian, she just knew that women put up less of a fight than men. Besides, she kind of liked the way their neck curved and was soft in all the right places. She turned the corner and entered the last alleyway on her list, she didn’t have any luck tonight yet, but she was hoping all that would change. She reached the end of it when she heard car breaks screech behind her and a door slam shut. Turning around she saw a man thrown out of the car, as far as she could see, he was white, dark hair, and having a hard time breathing. She cautioned closer, keeping to the shadows of the poor excuses of a building.

She was almost to the end of the entranceway when she saw a big muscled man jump out of the car and kick the man on the ground in the ribs. She winced as she heard something crack, sure it was a bone in his body. That’s when she recognized the man beating him as a well-known drug dealer in that section. She turned to leave, until she heard the man on the ground choke on his own blood. She really wanted to go home and go to sleep, but she wasn’t just going to let the man et beat to death. She stepped out of the shadows and made herself known to the two men, feeling that she finally got lucky. Even if she preferred women, she would be content taking this man, who sold death to kids, out of the world. She let her fangs grow and was ready to jump on him, when he kicked the man one last time, and jumped in the car.

As it sped away, she bent down to the man on the ground to see if he was ok. He wasn’t. He was cut everywhere on his face, and his shirt was torn to where she could see the many bruises on his chest area. She looked him in the eyes and saw a pleading look. She debated on taking him back to her place, or to a hospital, when she caught the smell of the sunrise mixing in the air. She wasn’t as cold hearted as she liked to think because she suddenly felt guilty for considering leaving him lying there in his own blood. Her choice was made up for her, she would be babysitting tonight. She lifted him up on her shoulders and preceded to carry him to her car when she remembered that she had walked here that evening. With that made out for her, she hefted him up on her shoulders more securely, and walked the way toward her home wondering what had gotten into her.



She ran the bath for him, and started to take his cloths off, when he stopped her by putting his hand on hers. Giving him a questioning look she started to ask him what he wanted, when he beat her to the punch.

He took a shaky breath, and swallowed before he finally found the strength he needed to speak. “Thank you,” he told her in a breathless voice. Before she could tell him it was nothing, he passed out. She hoped for the world that it wasn’t because of the blood loss, and continued to undress him.

She had him cleaned off, dried off, and dressed in a pair of her old comfy sweats after about an hour. Laying him on the bed she never thought she saw a man as handsome as he was, then she berated herself right away. She didn’t help him for a chance at a night of romance, she helped him for other reasons she did not even know yet. Even if he had features on his face that a sculpture would pay for, a body of a God, and eyes the color of warm chocolate milk, she needed to remember who she was, and that this was a stranger in her bed. She put the covers over him and thought about where she would be sleeping tonight. Her couch was no good for her back, she would never sleep in a chair, and she didn’t like the idea of sleeping on the floor in this drafty season. So, her final destination was the bed. Taking her cloths off, she modestly left on her panties and put on an oversized shirt of hers. Oh, she wasn’t worried about not wearing anything with him I her bed, she could take care of herself, she just didn’t know what he would think.

Lowering herself into her bed, she rested her head on her pillow and thought about how she didn’t feed that night. She didn’t mind, she could go a month without feeding, she was just wondering why the gods rewarded her with this fine thing in bed beside her. Pushing her thoughts aside, she settled into bed even more, closed her eyes, and thought about sleep. Sooner than she thought it would, it called to her, and she answered.



Chapter 2



Alex awoke to the sound of soft snoring to his left. Glancing over he saw that hair as bright as fire was lying on his arm. He followed the path of the hair to the body it belonged to. The women appeared to be in her early twenties, had multiple facial piercing’s, and as he let his gaze drift downward even more, had nothing on but a shirt and panties. Bolting out of bed he hit his head on the bunk above them and woke her up. He rubbed his head as he watched her stretch and take a look at him.

“Morning,” she said cheerfully enough to make him wonder why he was here.

Still rubbing his head he greeted her back. “Why am I here?” He asked her after a seconds thought.

She tilted her head sideways at him and peered at him from under her bangs, “You mean you don’t remember?”

“Remember what?” Looking down he noticed that he was wearing a pair of hot pink sweat pants. “And where are my cloths?” he grumbled. She got out of bed and he noticed her shapely legs first. But then, as his gaze traveled upward, he saw her watching him. “What?” He asked defensively.

She made a childish face at him, “Look whose mister cranky pants in the morning.”

“Speaking of pants,” he snarled out through his gritted teeth.

“There still in the elevator probably, unless someone broke in here and stole them. But I don’t see why they would. They were all bloody.” She added at his questioning look.

“Why would they be in the elevator, and why were they bloody?”

She titled her head in that annoying sideways glance again. “You really don’t remember do you?” She questioned him.

“If I did, do you still think I would be here? I have things to do.”

“Well fine,” she shrugged, “You were beat up by a drug dealer. A pretty powerful one too. Now you remember?” She asked him as she crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively.

He did, and he knew that he would have to get out of there soon to finish his business. “Can I get something to where other than your sweats? And by the way, it doesn’t seem that your back end would be as big as mine.” He said as he made a point of looking at her back end in case she didn’t get the meaning.

“What do you mean?” She asked him. He saw her squint her eyes at him and decided to mess with her a little.

“Well I’m a big beefy guy, and you’re a slim girl.”

“The term’s women.” He was told as she put her hands on her hips in a predator’s stance.

“Sure,” he said in mock agreement. “So, have you got anything else I could wear that’s not pink.” After he thought about it he added, “Or purple.”

When she answered him next, he saw a grin on her face that he didn’t like, “Sure. I’ll see what I have around.”

“Thank you.” He called after he, almost laughing at himself. He fell back onto the bed and stared at the bottom of the top bunk as he thought about what sort of idiotic piece of clothing she was going to give to him when she came back. Maybe it wasn’t so smart to tease her after-all, he thought.

A little while later, she came back holding a pair of tie-dye pants, and a matching shirt. He whistled as soon as he saw them.

“Wow, you must really hate me,” he said indicating the outfit with a nod of his head.

She shrugged, “Your not my favorite person right now.” She tossed the cloths to him, “There, now you can leave,” she told him irritably.

“You really don’t like me do you?” He asked with amusement in his voice as he went to take his pants off.

“No I don’t. What are you doing?” She asked him as she saw him bend to take his cloths off.

He looked up at her through his lashes, “I’m getting dressed,” he told her as if she should have known as he took them off the rest of the way. He saw her flush and turn away from him and he chuckled. “Hey, you weren’t wearing much when we slept together, and besides, you washed me.”

“First off,” she turned to confront him, forgetting about his nakedness, “We did not sleep together, and second, you weren’t going to be anywhere in my place all bloody.”

He finished pulling the pants on and started to put the shirt on, “Then what do you call it?”

“What?” She asked him, looking lost.

“Well you say we didn’t sleep together, so what do you call it?”

He saw her take a moment to think about it until she finally came up with a good enough explanation, “We shared the same bed for one night. That’s it, nothing else ”