Dark Nights

Garm Ottar had never managed to shed his imposing presence. Standing at six-two, with shoulders that matched - built up over the years as a blacksmith in the cold north. This was how he remained once changed. There after, he roamed the earth for longer then most people could fathom. One of the first and oddly, also one of the last of his kind.

He had just arrived back in town, Chicago, the first time he'd been here since the great fire - another event that seemed relatively recent to him, but long forgotten to the people he walked among. Which, of course, was a good thing for him. No one would remember the disappearances of young girls from 1871, especially now, two hundred years later. His tastes hadn't' changed, though is methods did.

If the science of the humans had advanced considerably, making his life ever more dangerous, the free ways of the societies made actually having a tasty meal ever easier. So many young, lost souls, easy to pick off. But this had not been his way for some time – which was why he was still around and many of his like were not. He learned to use the humans to help him. He'd settle here, and build another empire form nothing – it was the only thing that provided much amusement anymore. Over two thousand years could be a very long time.

Tonight he had decided on his first step, a tasty girl who's friends called her Gesine. Almost tall, and with a toned body that made him think her capable as well as delightful. Tonight he followed her into a club, chasing that dark crimson hair through the crowd. His perfect black suit did not hide him, even here, but at least took the edge off his chiseled form. He kept his hair back in a tail, letting the blond contrast against his back.

He watched her sit down, alone this time - perhaps waiting for more friends, or looking for a mate. Human behavior never made much sense to him, all these long years watching, but he knew she would be easy to approach. That was all he needed.

Gesine had a rather tough day at work, not having a break and her bosses yelling at her once again. She needed a time to relax, and tonight was to be that night. Have a drink, maybe flirt a little and end up going home a lone with a nice buzz. She ordered a mojito and then sat down towards the back at a small table. She fixed her hair, putting it up into a bun on her head.

She got a few looks from men, but it may have been her clevage that was peeking out of the red blouse she was wearing or the nice black dress pants that were shaping her nice ass. She sipped her drink and sighed. Her job was getting to her, she worked in art restoration. She actually got to touch priceless works of art and she loved it, but it was rather stressful, especially if she'd not quick about it or if she screws up.

Not only was her job being bothersome, her ex boyfriend was as well. He kept calling wanting her back. Usually when one cheats, the either will not want them back. She continued drinking and sat alone wishing she had brought a book or a friend...or something. She liked to relax but sometimes she just got lonely.

He watched for a few moments, but was worried she might get bored, judging from the look on her face. A drink was brought to her, and if he was not mistaken it was that smooth concoction of rum and mint. When she was nearly finished with it, he walked over to her, two drinks in hand.

He made no introductions, or asked if he could join her, just simply sat across from her, and slid the glass of whiskey in front of her.

His accent had faded completely over the years, but the strength of his voice had not. “If I were a betting man, I'd say your day was a hard one. Rum is for a party, a nice glass of something with a bit more pain is what ya need to distract you from the workplace.” He smiled wide, and downed his glass in one shot. The Irish did know their craft when it came to alcohol, he'd give them that. And to think, he'd hated the stuff when it was first created!

“Not to sound cliché, but why is such a lovely girl sitting alone tonight? Maybe I should sit to help fend off any of these mere boys who might drink enough to think themselves worthy of your time?”

He was good at talking his way into most things, it was more skillful then threats or violence – though he was fully capable of both. She looked so appetizing, sitting there, that he didn't think he could resist feeding from her, at least a little. As she contemplated the offered drink, and offered company, he thought on where to feast from her – ultimately deciding that her thighs might be the first to feel his teeth. Not that teeth would be all that pierced her.

“Besides, it will take you a few drinks to decide if you want to get me drunk and take advantage of me tonight.” For some reason if a large man smiles, girls tended to think of them as friendly giants. All he needed was an invitation into her home, and her fate was sealed, and the true giant could come out to play.

She jumped slightly as a tall man all of a sudden sat infront of her with an offered drink and a smart assumption.
"You'd be correct in assumining my day at work as a rather unpleasant one."
She saw him down the alcohol he had and she sipped the drink he gave her when instincts told her not to for fear that he had put something in it. When he called her lovely and gave her such nice compliments, a rosy color appeared on her tan cheeks as she blushed. Most guys slapped her ass and expected to get laid, atleast this guy was more smooth about it.

This was one of the first men that had approached her and was rather attractive. He has very strong features but still looked pretty young, or so she thought.
"And who said i would want to take adavantage of you?"
She smirked and then returned the smile. She figured she should atleast introduce herself, instead of just sitting there not knowing the mans name.
"I'm Gesine, and thanks for the drink."
She put her hand out to shake his and took another sip of the drink she had. Her smarts told her not to drink to much, even if it was a Friday, she didnt want a hang-over and figured maybe 1 more after this would be alright.

"So, did you come here alone as well?"
She asked softly fixing her hair again as strands starting falling into her face and around her neck. She put it all back up once again and then looked back up at the kind stranger sitting across from her.

He took her hand as it was offered, and gave his own name back, “Garm, a pleasure to meet you Gesine. Yes I came alone. I'm new to town actually. The Internet said this was a good place to meet people, and the cab driver knew where it was. So here I am. I was also told that folks will try to take advantage of you here in the city, so, I figured if it must be so, at least I can risk myself only to pretty girls, with enchanting eyes.”

He waved a waitress, barely dressed in some outfit that clung to the little skin it covered, and motioned for two more drinks to be brought over. “I'll take it slow with this next one, promise. It's just very exciting to be in a new place.” So far he hadn't actually lied to her, and he was proud of that. Not for any moral value, but because twisting truth was more fun. He enjoyed twisting things. Hearts and minds most, but for now the truth was good enough foreplay.

The drinks were brought with a quicker service then anyone else in the packed club received, and he nodded at the glass in front of her, though she still held one in her hand. “You've got to catch up, then we can drink slow and hint around at what each of us might want from the other.”

One of the guys at the bar was eying up young Gesine, and when he noticed, Garm shot him a look that outwardly did not look at all threatening. But what that boy saw and the rest the world aw were very different, and caused him to fall from his chair, and hastily leave the bar – only later noticing that he had actually wet himself. Garm did not appreciate competition.

“So tell me, what sort of horror has caused you to seek refuge here with me and strong drinks? Is work that bad?”

Interesting name she thought, it was differnt, but so was Gesine, so she coudlnt really say much. Then he rolled on with the compliments, enchanting eyes, pretty girl...she blushed and looked away coyly. She wanted to flirt but he was making her job easy. When he ordered more drinks she realized she still had some to go but finnished it quickly as the new drink was set infront of her. She was feeling a buzz.
"Thank you again...this needs to be my last one for the night..."

She couldnt think of a reasonable explanation for why it had to be but she figured it was a good place to stop. She didnt notice the small commotion at the bar she was just very curious about Garm, he was a rather strange man, but he wasnt like any other guy which turned her on.
"So where are you from?"
She asked politely and then went to his question.

"As for horror, i stare at dead people all day. Well pictures of dead peoeple. I restore artwork and have been working on a picture of a battle scene from the 1800's. My hands get sore after awhile, even with the new technology, all our tools are still rather primative, especially with the older works."
She realized she was starting to ramble and just stopped herself by taking a nice long drink from her glass.
"Do i really look that stressed? I guess i need to learn to just relax more and find myself more pleasurable things to do in my off time."
She sighed softly and took another sip and looked into his eyes, they were very inviting. He seemed like such a kind, but slightly odd, gentleman.

“Interesting work, I would think that working with artifacts from the past would be very rewarding. But I can see how the detail keeps you focused. Maybe you need to just cut loose, and let life carry you where it will for a little while”

He sipped the drink, and wondered how he should answer that age old question of where he was from. He had actually told the whole truth the first time asked once, and to his amazement was laughed at. She had tasted so much better with the side of irony.

“I'm coming back to the States, after traveling on business for a few years in the east. Turns out I'm not the business man over in China that I am in the western world. But acquisitions and imports is a boring subject.” He waved the subject away, dismissing it. Again, not entirely lying – it was boring to talk about.

Once his drink was nearly empty, he leaned over the table to whisper in her ear, “I'd love to get to know my first friend in town better, but its noisy and impersonal here. Perhaps you know a better place?” He laced his words with just a hint of his delicate ability to impose his will on others. It only worked on an open mind, and too much always failed – but unless he was very mistaken, she was interested in him, and not just intellectually. Backing away he smiled, inwardly laughing. Maybe he;d even be her gentleman before showing her the awful truth. Maybe not.

He drained his glass with one last gulp, and locked his deep blue eyes one her hazel orbs, daring her to invite him home.

"It is very interesting, but cleaning the same painting for 3 weeks can get old quickly."
She smiled, most people thought her job was weird, and always wondered why she did it. She had gone to school got her degree and easily got the job. Which was nice, she thought. When he said he had come from China she was interested, she had always wanted to travel.
"Well sometimes international travel can get old, if you've done it too much. But i mean i still enjoy flying back to Germany to visit my family every year."
She shrugged and just continued drinking, almost done with her drink and her head was getting a little spinny.

After he took a drink he leaned over and she felt his lips right next to her ear and heard his words. Oh she wanted to bring him back to her place but she wasnt going to sleep with him...yes,thats what she told herself. Just friends...talk...get to know each other. She didnt want to be abother one night stand to another guy, not the she minded good sex, but this time she wouldnt do it. When there eyes locked, her lips formed a small smile and she looked away.
"Well...my place is really quiet, if you want to come with me?"

Her heart raced, she was nervous and not a hundred percent sure why. She slowly stood up and looked down at him chewing on her bottom lip and she nodded her head towards the door waiting for him to follow.

3 weeks! How quickly humans grew bored. Such unfocused creatures. But that mattered little, his methods had paid off. He rose from his chair, and offered his hand to her, to be the gentleman that helped her from her seat, letting her take his arm and lead them out. As they walked, people seemed to naturally get out of their way, the dense crowd parting just for them without need to pushed or say a word.

He knew that leading a woman on his arm looked rather anachronistic, but that was part of the allure he was going for. Besides, humans had forgotten some of the chivalries that he had once enjoyed about them.

She lead him on, as he pretended not to know the way to her near by apartment. It was a pleasant walk, even though being so near her made him even hungrier. He decided that he'd need to drain another once he was done sampling his soon to be servant.

They soon arrived at the building, and had the elevator to themselves. He stood close to her, and even kissed her neck lightly before the small room came to a halt and opened up. He was slowly weaving his spell of seduction over her, and could smell the changes in her moods. Excitement, a hint of lust, and an odd mix of determination that conflicted with everything else. Women were a strange lot, and even in two thousand years he'd never really understood them completely – which was why he focused on them. The first and last great riddle.

She opened her door, and entered, but he stood there grinning, wanting to pounce on her right then and their. One invitation was all he needed...

He had such a soft touch as they walked outside, she on his arm. She felt so small next to him, he was tall, handsome, strong, and she was getting overly excited. She attempted to calm herself down as they walked, and the strong breeze cooled her off. They got to her building and then in the elevator when she felt his lips on her neck and she gave a tiny gasp and she went back to fighting the urge to want to sleep with him.

She unlocked the door to her small very simple apartment and took a few steps in turned to look back at him. She took his hand.
"come on in...i know we just drank but i have a lovely red wine if you'd like a glass."

She shut and locked the door behind him and let down her hair as it fell down to her shoulder blades. She smiled at him and licked her lips lightly. SHe walked into the kitchen and got the bottle and 2 glasses and walked back towards him setting them down on a small table.
"Feel free to relax, make yourself at home."

A welcome in, offer of red wine, and told to make himself at home – if only she knew. She would, soon enough.

He liked how her hair fell down around her neck and shoulders, as if to hide a target from him. He sat down on the couch, after scanning the place from the inside for the first time. Small, but well kept, and useful. And only one wall had windows for him to worry about, so hiding from the sun would be easy here.

She poured, and as she bent over slightly to do so, he thought more on how she might taste. Accepting his glass, he offered her a toast. “To my beautiful hostess, and a beginning.” Their glasses chimed together, the sound echoing in the room as if to seal her fate. It actually was an impressively good wine, rare for such a young girl to know how to choose one. Just confirming he'd chosen well. Her scent still grew, as if she were combating her lust, an amusing thought. Maybe a part of her, deep down knew the danger.

He took her glass, and set both on the small table, then pulled her into his lap. She hardly fought it, slipping easily into his arms. “The man who tries a one night stand with you is a fool, so put that out of your mind. I'm no fool – I anticipate many wonderful nights with you.” His lips pressed against hers, and he could hear her pulse quicken. He could ravage her now, but the blood tasted so much better after, or even better during, an orgasm. For the first night she'd have her dream. Not a fair trade, but the best he was willing to offer. The world as she knew it would be over before morning.

His hand pet her hair, but also served to hold her lips to his, as they tasted the lust and pleasant wine on each other's tongue. Maybe memories of being seduced would help her transition into his world, help her justify her future actions. Humans needed that, just as he once did – long ago.

The embrace of a lover who wished to be there was a thrill he'd not known in at least fifty years, back when all the goth chics thought being a vampire's slave and sex toy was an accomplishment. Even he could miss the honest touch of a woman.

As he sat she poured the wine and sat with him. His toast she thought was odd. New Beginning? She just met the guy, was he falling for her or something...or was this all a huge mistake that she brought him home. He had an irresisable charm though, and it seemed to hae wrapped around her and she let it overwhlem her. She sipped her wine and set it down and she was easily and quickly pulled into his arms.

What he said next was even stranger, it was like he was reading her mind, and it was a slightly awkward. But then it came, she felt his cold lips on hers. She put her hands on the back of his head as he stroked her hair but she pulled back and looked at him cautiously.
"I dont think i can do this...something isnt right..."

She crawled back out of his lap and sat next to him and pushed her hair over her shoulder, her neck now exposed. She didnt want to be mean to the man, and tell him to leave but she did want to sleep with him. Take things slowly, dont rush things Gesine. She told herself calmly in her head. She took another drink from her wine.
"I just dont want to rush into things, i'm kinda drunk, and...well...something just feels off."

She gave him an honest look and took a deep breath adjusting her blouse. This was the first night in sometime she showed self-control. But this guy was too good to be true. He was sweet, bought her drinks, said nice things, and confirmed he wouldnt just leave her in the morning. There had to be a catch...or something.

Pulling away irritated the hell out of him, but he managed to force a smile at her. He heard her case, and chuckled. “When you are used to things going poorly, it is scary when they start to go well. I thought things were going rather well.”

He stood, still intent on getting her bliss filled blood from her, and walked slowly toward her. His gaze hit her, and carried for spell of his words further into her mind, “You live well, though unfulfilled. To be content, even for a moment, would be change – this is all you fear. Change. Everyone does, its human nature. But you were the one who claimed that you needed to relax, and find more pleasurable things to do. Let me help – I can be very pleasurable.” His grin hid the long teeth that had not yet dropped, he tried to still appear warm and friendly.

Reaching her, he walked behind her, pulling her hair all over to one side and draped it over her shoulder. Her ivory neck beaconed, but he restrained himself – instead settling to place the soft kisses on her skin that worked so well in the elevator. Her body reacted to it, and before her mind could tense back up, he left her to fetch the wine. Leave them wanting, not fighting.

He handed over her glass, and took a sip from his – the red wine just a tease before the true drink he craved. “Relax. Enjoy. It's your home, and a new friend – a friend that wont leaving you alone come morning. A friend that will always remember the pretty name of Gesine – the girl that stood out among the masses of young bodies in the dark. Try to live in the moment, and enjoy it as if it were the last. It's a much better way, I promise.” Any more twisting on the truth, and he'd end up lying to the girl, which irked him.

“It isn't too fast, or bad, if it is what you really want. Denying yourself the pleasure you need is the only sin.” His own code of ethics.

She listened to him speak. And with everyword she craved him more. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it and when. If that wasnt convincing enough the ever so tender kisses to her neck gave her chills in a good way. She wanted him and was no longer going to hold back. When he handed her, her wine she sipped it and set it down quickly, listening to everyword that left his lips. His last statement confirmed everything.
"Then i will no longer deny myself the pleasure i want."

She winked as she said it moving her body closer to his as her fingers began to unbutton the form fitting red blouse she was wearing when it was off her black bra, but that was also quickly removed. Without saying anything she gave him a sedutive and sexy look while she quickly but smoothly managed to rid him of his shirt. And she ran her fingers over his stunning muscles.

Moving to straddle him she pressed her lips to his and wiggled her tongue into his mouth. When she got horny..and wanted someone, she made sure they knew. She could go from a timid kitten to a ferocious tiger in moments when it came to sex and she was known to be a bit kinky. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her hard nipples brushing against him as she held the back of his neck.

When she pulled back she looked to her bedroom and nodded to it then looked back at him, not saying a thing, knowing he'd get the idea. And then she leaned down and kissed his neck, biting softly until he replied.

He'd watch her fuck some well built chump before, looking into her window as the fog. She was worth watching then, even with a witless sack of meat. But tonight he seemed to have hit the goods. Once she let her body take over her mind, she was on fire.

He took the hint at the bedroom, still a traditional girl in that respect. But the bite on his lip force the most genuine of evil grins. Oh there would be biting tonight, but she might never remember she started it. He lifted her up, and carried her into the bedroom – tossing her on the bed dramatically. He didn't hesitate, grabbing at her hips, and then unfastening her pants, hooking his fingers inside, pulling the panties down with them, and over her short, but attractive heeled shoes. Their red color made a nice contrast, and matched with her hair – his favorite color at both ends.

He kicked his own shoes and slacks off, also taking his boxers off along with the pants. He stood there, wearing only a golden chain necklace, and heavy gemmed ring on one hand. “You're a beautiful creature Gesine, such a sight.” But he was not content with looking, and crawled quickly into the bed over the top of her. His lips found her flesh and kissed down her neck and chest, stopping to tease a nipple, then continuing his voyage lower. It took a great amount of will power to keep his instincts in check, the close to her sexual center he got, the more his teeth ached to be freed.

Garm pulled her leg up into the air, and continued his assault of hungered kisses from her thigh all the way to her toes. “Mmmm, I want to devour you Gesine.” The first truly honest thing he;d said all night. He switched her legs out, and began adding in nibbles and bites to his travels back toward her sex. “I'll make a feast of you.”

The closer he got the more her scent filled his head, making his rather sizable cock ache in want. He still had the desire of man, they just usually were secondary to that of the beast. Tonight however both should be fulfilled easily.

It felt like he couldnt get them both naked fast enough. She wanted him inside her yet he still included a bit of foreplay. His kisses were fast and felt amazing. Even in the heat of the moment he still flattered her with compliments, and maybe he was a legitimately good guy. She was just so used to getting screwed, literally and figuritively, by her ex. But now was not the time to think of that jack ass. Now it was about her pleasure.

He got close to her pussy with his kisses and bites and she shivered. She wanted him, wanted the pleasure he could give her.
"Then feast away....I want you Garm!"
She stared down at him and her need grew. She was wet, and hot and didnt want to wait any longer.
"Please..fuck me i want it."
She had resolved to begging, and hoped he'd respond.

She massaged her nipples and chewed on her bottom lip wanting, needing, desiring all that was sexual pleasure. She groaned in antipation.

“As you wish my dear.” he grinned, looking up between her legs, and then dipped his tongue into her wet lips – pushing the fleshy folds back until he tasted her very core. It was a taste he enjoyed only once before his change, but it had not lost its unique thrill over the years. Women were such tasty creatures, in all respects.

He lapped at her clit, and teased her with nibbled and tugs at her lips. When she was rolling around beneath him, pushing her hips up to meet his feasting mouth, he had to pull away. Almost, not yet.

Garm backed off, but only long enough to slid his hips to where his face had just been. He teased her sex with the tip of his cock for a moment, before sliding it lower and pressing it to her eager passage. He was not a small man, in any respect, and so gave her time to accept his shaft as it slid slowly into her. He stopped when she began to wince, and backed off just a little. The woman was filled with his cock, having accepted nearly all of it.

He pulled one long leg up to his chest, and the other lay to wrap around his waist. Clutching her thigh against him, he began rocking his hips back, and then pushing in again. Only the first few strokes were slow, then he found a good rhythm to impale the compatibly small woman – grunting his satisfaction the entire time.

When she was lost in her bliss, he'd slip his teeth into her calf, and enjoy the fruits of his labor. They rarely felt anything more then a kiss when bit during an orgasm, and never cared even if they did. Caring and realization always seemed to show up five minutes too late.

As he dove between her legs her body squirmed in delight. She moaned and gripped onto her breasts as he tongue pushed into her. She loved it and when he backed off she was surprised but his tongue was replaced quickly by his rather large manhood. He pushed in slowly and it took her a minute to adjust. He was almost painfully large but she slowly got used to him and the rhythem he developed felt amazing.

As he changed her posistion she moaned. God he was making her head spin, she was almost dizzy with ecstacy! It was either the sex or the booze, or a combination of both and she honestly didnt care because it was so nice. She moaned louder as he continued.

"Oh god yes...harder! please! make me cum so fucking hard!"
She moaned out to him. She wanted to let him know how she liked it and what she wanted. Her orgasm was building up, and she wanted to cum so badly, get that amazing release, let her msucles tense than relax. She was getting closer and closer. She arched her back and threw her head back.

The timid girl was gone, and the wild woman within was having a good time – on the brink of an excellent time. He complied and rammed harder into her, working his way up to burring his entire shaft inside her hot cunt. She seemed to get a thrill out of the moderately rough treatment, if her moans were any indication.

Her tight little muscles squeezed him, simultaneously welcoming his thrusts and pushing his large appendage away. Her voice grew higher, and her scent grew sweeter – he knew his reward was upon him.

She squealed, and her body went ridged, her back arching up off the bed, and the leg pushed into the air against his chest showed its strength. He pushed it over to across her body a little, giving him access to her muscular calf. His teeth, now blissfully extended, sank smoothly into her flesh, delivering the sweet taste he craved. So full of life, so clean and perfect. His own rush hit, and he slammed himself as deep as he could into the woman, letting loose his lifeless seed.

He sucked at the wound for a few seconds and licked it closed, savoring the intense flavor of her youth and joy. He hadn't enjoyed such a taste in hundreds of years! She was perfect, beyond even his hopes.

As his initial rush subsided, his hunger grew, and so he withdrew his massive tool from the satisfied woman, and sunk his teeth once more, this time into her inner thigh, so close to her used cunt that he could breath in the proof of their mating, and watch their fluids mix. Again that flavor greeted him, a splash of her honey before the joyous blood. Garm arched his head up and growled his satisfaction, then resumed his feast.

The one thing she wanted more than anything she got. One of the most amazing orgasms she had had in sometime. Throwing her back and tossing her head, and her leg shoving against him she came all over his cock. She didnt even feel his teeth sinking into the strong muscles of her calf. her body went limp underhis and she tryed to catch her breath.
"oh fuck that was amazing..."

She then groaned almost screaming as she felt him bite into her soft thigh. She wanted to pull away but she couldnt without her flesh being torn even more. He sunk in deeper and she finally got her leg lose from him. Scrambling away from him, sitting on the bed with her back against the wall she gave him a terrifying look.

Blood was running down her thigh lightly and she could barely catch her breath again.
"what the fuck...who the hell are you...!?"
She talked strongly and sternly to him. Not yelling or screaming but more serious and violently scared.
"get out...get out of my home now!!"
Her eyes lost their sparkle and she sat there with her arms over her body with a panic stricken look on her face.

His animal grin only widened, to hear the terror in her voice. The adrenaline from fear was no where near as tasty as the endorhpines from an orgasm, but he was too hungry to care now. A deep, wolf like grown preceded his pounce, pinning her to the headboard.

Pulling the wounded leg out from under her, he used his weight and strength to keep her in place s eh continued to enjoy her blood – even licking up what he could that had run down that shapely leg. She fought, of course. Screaming and hitting at his back and arms. But the more he drank the weaker she got. He stopped when she was reduced to sobs and half hearted struggles – licking the wound closed.

He god up, wiping any blood the dribbled down his chin away and licking this too from his fingers. “Very, very tasty my dear. The best I've have in centuries. To answer the unasked, yes I am a vampire. I understand that particular myth went out of style about fifty years ago, but the reality is on you now.”

He got her a towel, and started wiping the sweat, cum and blood from her drained body. “Don't fight, you're weak. I took more then I had planned.” He gently cleaned her up, but did not bother to hide his fangs, letting reality set in. Garm brought in the bottle of red wine, and a glass of water. “Drink both, but not to quickly on the wine, I want you lucid when I explain how things now are.”

He Helped her to sit up, propped up with all the pillows on her bed, and covered her naked body with the blankets. The cold did not effect him, so he made no move to cover his nudity.

“I am Garm Ottar, born in what is now called Scandinavia somewhere. It was a small village back in 487, BC, again by your calendar. I'll do the math for you, its two thousand, five hundred and fifty eight. You just slept with a much older man, and seemed to rather enjoy it.”

He chuckled before continuing.”I enjoyed you too, and I have big plans for you. You can't refuse, because I always get my way. Its best you just accept your fate, but if you must ask I have plenty of good reasons why you'll do exactly as I say.”

“As I told you at the bar, I am just coming into town, and am looking to set up here in town. You're going to help me. You will do what I need during the day, and help in any way I need. You may keep your job for now, it all start slowly. Please me, and you will be rewarded – fail me and you will be punished. Just never think that you can get away, and we will get along fine.”

He held up the glass of wine for her, as a loving mother might offer warm soup to a sick child. She was his to care for as much as command, and he needed his slave to regain her strength. “I'm sure you have questions, I will try to answer them for a short time, then we must sleep.”

After her yells for him to leave her she felt herself getting pinned and herself drained of her blood, her life. She punched and kicked and smacked but got no where, as her arms and legs grow tired and week. She comes dizzy and lightheaded. Tears stream down her cheeks as she still trys to get him off. Begging and pleading through tears.

He finally stops but at this point she doesnt even have the strength to move. She lays there as her tears stoped and he wiped her with a towel softly and she wanted to shove him off but she could barely lift her arms. He set her up and kept her warm but she refused the wine and drakn the water slowly then setting it down.

She kept her mouth shut while he spoke and just gave him an evil eye. Getting angry at how cocky he was and how he told her what was happening. She wanted to slug him across the face. But the fangs that were distracting her made this awful reality sink in more.

It was her turn to speak and she did.
"fuck you..." And she took a deep breath.
"help you...and please you? punishment!? Why me? Fuck off! To hell with you!"
She took a few deep breaths and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"you sick son of a bitch..."
She was getting tired, very tired and she let her head rock back against the headboard, things were getting blurry so she closed her eyes and then tryed to open them again and tryed to sit up better.
"I will not sit here and be your bitch..."

He let out a long, wicked laugh, mocking all her brave words. But he stood, and walked over to her bed, rest on the edge, petting he tear stained cheek. “You put up a good fight dear, but really, save your bravery for a time when it might be of use. You've seen how easily you can be handled. I could kill you, certainly, but I want you alive. Trust me, alive is much better then dead. Beside, I don't play fair. Should you think of refusing me, I'll begin making visits to your family. I've watched yo for some time, and chosen you carefully, but that also means I know all about your little sister, so sweet and innocent, just turned 18. Or your father, and his working hard to provide for his wife, and pay for another daughter to go through school. And your mom! Wow, she looks pretty good for her age, don't ya think?” He let the threats hang in the air, and shrugged.

“See, it always comes to that, much as I warned you. I told you it was best to just accept it, but no, you had to be brave. How brave are you now? Will you sacrifice a few family members to prove you're strong, or accept what I offer? The job comes with benefits, though we'll get into that later. Right now, you must relax, and enjoy what you can. Obviously I can provide you one form of pleasure. You looked so delightful squirming and thrashing around too, mmmm, so tasty.”

He pushed her hair out of her eyes, tucking the loose strands behind her ears, “Now dear Gesine, do you feel more receptive to your fate?”

As he laughed and caresed her cheek she tore her face away from his hand, not want him to touch her any longer. But as soon as he mentioned her family she gasped slightly and shook her head. He knew about her sister, and her parents, he truely was an evil being. Tears welled in her eyes again and her head started to hurt, she was tired, weak, and had an emotional stab in the gut.
"no...you wouldnt hurt them..."
She then stared into his icey eyes and saw his expresionless look and new that yes...he would do it. He didnt care and she was stuck. She'd never let anything bad to come to her family.
"fine...just please leave them alone, dont hurt them please."

She tryed to relax her body and breath normally. This was too much to take in, reality was hitting her hard. Her bottom lip quivered and she nodded her head that she would agree to what he wanted. He fixed her hair and she just sat there. She was going to give in to whatever he wanted. She was trapped now, with no way out.

She sunk lower into her bed and just stared at the ceiling laying on her back and she occasionally looked over at Garm but held the blankets around her tightly. She was hoping she'd wake up and it'd all be a bad dream. That he'd disapear and it was all untrue. But the pain in her leg and the weakness of her body said it wasnt. She wiped her tears away again and was relieved that at least the next day was Saturday and she didnt have to go to work after all this happening. But her body quivered as she layed there and was no longer the ferocious tiger that she was.

He let her rest, and brought some food from her kitchen to set beside her bed. “I'm glad you saw sense in this, though I wish it didn't always have to come down to threats. Yes, I'm very capable of following threw with them, and much worse, but threatening you gives me no pleasure. Perhaps one day it will be a distinction you can appreciate.”

He shrugged, let the future hold what it will. “Eat, regain you strength. Tomorrow night begins something new for you. While the sun is up I will sleep. It drains me – part of this eternal curse. I have no tasks for you, except to recover from tonight. Visit your family, your friends. Talk a walk in a park. Continue on with that promise to yourself to relax, and take more pleasure in things, as I somehow doubt that I will be less stressful to you then your paintings - at least at first.”

He looked down at a quivering shell of a person, as shadow of the strong woman that he'd fucked so throughly. “Don't attempt to find a way to kill me off or seek help. I'll not repeat the reasons why – but know that I've survived far longer then you can trace your family lineage. I chose you because you were smart, let's hope you're smart enough to know that I'll survive you, and your children's children, should I allow you to breed.”

He patted her form under the blankets. “I'll sleep in your spare room, since I am sure you need time to absorb all this. I'm told it helps to think of me not as a force of evil, but a strange creature from nature, just doing what I must to survive. As it turns out a being that lives off the blood of humans, is not a popular thought among said humans. Maybe your cows think the same of you.” He shrugged again. “I could never see myself as an animal, there is nothing natural about me – but maybe the idea will help you.”

He stood there for a moment, to see if she had anything to say to him. They seldom did, this early. He was tempted to go and feed again, but knew he'd had enough for the night, and what could possibly follow her delicious flavor?