Being human (Closed)

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New York, Brooklyn

Michael Crowe was living a strange life. Strange, as in opposite to normal. He hadn’t known normal for two years now. Not since he got sick with the less than familiar decease known as lycanthropy. In other words. Michael is a Werewolf. If that isn’t strange enough. He share an apartment in Brooklyn Heights with a Vampire by the name Jenni Rafferty. They have only been living together for almost a month and Michael is still feeling uncomfortable in sharing his personal space with someone else. He can not deny the practicality in living with a Vampire though. As both he and she are monsters they understand each other in some ways.

One thing Michael can’t understand is Jenni’s need for blood. It is late in the evening and he’s home alone, watching the news on the tv. He figure that his Vampire roomie is luring on her prey somewhere. Michael suppose he should be grateful that his own condition only mean that he get furry once a month. Jenni and her kind have to live with it every hour of every day. Not that they seem to mind though.

Suddenly Michael feel cold shivers down his spine. He feel as if he are being observed. That he ain’t alone in the apartment. It isn’t the first time he have these feelings. They are getting stronger for every time though.

“Hello.” He say as he look around.

When there are no reply he feel stupid as he kind of expected someone to answer him. He consider telling Jenni of his feelings when she return, to see if she have felt something to. In doing so and she haven’t experienced anything he would look idiotic and paranoid though. He sit back in the couch again and try to relax. He decide to think of how to bring it up once she return.

Jenni had only been in Brooklyn for about a month and her blood lust was overwhelming. There were so many people packed into this city that every few bodies walking by seemed absolutely irresistable! She picked her prey carefully though, choosing the lonely people, the ones with few family members so there wouldn't bee TOO much grief or too much suffering. Even though her heart had stopped decades ago, she still pretended it worked.

Michael wasn't too bad to live with. Sometimes it was fun to embarass him or tease him with her never-changing good looks. But she knew it would die away soon. After all, it had only been a month. He wasn't bad to look at either, with that touseled dark hair and eyes to match. His body was nice too, but she fought not to notice too much.

As she prowled the city streets, she felt the dryness begin in the back of her throat, the first sign of having gone without blood for too long. Jenni started to push away her conscience and let her gaze rake over the packed sidewalk, wanting something attractive for once to fill her mouth. It didn't take long to see a couple, walking hand in hand down the cement squares. Without a second thought, she blew a small stream of seductive breath towards them, making their steps falter. They glanced at each other, the breath that Jenni blew making their hormones rage and sex-drive go through the roof. This was a particularly fun part of being a vampire, but it only worked on mortals.

Jenni watched as they hurried to an alley off the beaten path and started to devour eachother, tongues rolling over eachother's flesh and lips, scouring the insides of their mouths. Hands fumbled with buttons and zippers and the girl was over powered against the brick wall, moaning hoarsely as her boyfriend started to rip at her panties. The vampire approached on silent feet, smelling the blood eminating from the pair. Just as she came within reach, the boy had managed to free the slightly-hairy pussy from its cotton cage and go down on it, licking like a wild animal.

The girl gasped and cried out, hips bucking. "Oh my." Jenni let her words reach their ears and they froze, caught. "This looks like fun, mind if I join in?" She loved a little play before the bite.

The boy hesitantly continued to eat the girl's sex as Jenni slid behind the girl and started to grind with her, her lips dragging up and down her neck, preparing to tase the blood that pulsed beneath her perfect skin. Her fangs started to come out and the girl gasped as one pricked her neck. To humans the first bite could be pleasurable if Jenni wanted it to be, and today she did. She bit slowly, sucking in the first few drops.

"Oh fuck..." the girl moaned, making the boy think that it was his amateur work that provoked this. His sex drive increased and he started to fuck her like a beast. His semi-large cock started to pound her incessantly as Jenni bled her dry without the lover noticing. With the girl dead and the boy fucking a corpse, Jenni slipped out from between the body and the wall, turned on by his passion. She took the girl's place as he fucked her, her skirt above her hips and her thong pushed to the side.

"Who are you?" the boy asked, surprised but not turned off.

"The last fuck of your life." Jenni replied with a moan, hips bucking into his thrust. The boy groaned as his cock jumped, then exploded inside her. As he finished his orgasm, the last drop of blood fell into Jenni's mouth.


Disposing of the bodies, she felt energized and ready to go back to the apartment. It wasn't a long walk, maybe ten minutes, but she made it in five. Unlocking the door, she stepped over the threshhold.

"Hey, Michael." she called in her velvety voice, her eyes fading from red to their icy blue.

Michael had just finished eating a sandwich when he hear Jenni's voice. It had been an half hour since he stopped feeling like he was watched. Jenni's voice had a similar effect on him though. It was so smooth and seductive. Michael had started to believe that seduction came very natural to her. She was the only vampire he knew. Maybe they all where like that.

"Hey Jenni." He reply as she suddenly stand in the doorway to their living room.

He ignore the faint scent of blood he pick up from her. His senses are more heightened than those of a normal man. Not nearly enough as when he are furry though. Still the smell of blood and the new scent of sex reach his nostrils. That was certainly new. He did not even know that he could smell that someone had been involved in sexual activities. Blood on the other hand he was more than aware of. He had an hidden fear that if he was exposed to long to the smell he would transform and go into a killing spree. So far it hadn't happened but he could feel the pulse in his throat. It was an enticing and exciting scent.

"Good hunting?" He ask her politely.

Jenni sashayed across the room to the open seat, draping herself over the chair like she was a blanket of gold, not to be touched, only to be observed for all its beauty. This, her confidence and poise, is what had attracted all the men back in her day. It didn't matter how many skirts, aprons, or petticoats she wore, her perfect, curvacious figure always seemed to come out. Her royalty didn't hurt either, what with all the elaborate stylings and beautiful gowns.

At every ball there was a line of men at the table with their family just waiting for a dance. She teased them all, toyed with all of their minds until they were nearly driven mad. For Jenni it was all good fun, until she toyed with the wrong suitor...

Quickly she cleared her head, dismissing the horrid thoughts and nodding in response to her roommate's question, "Yes, yes it was good hunting. Plenty of good prey out today. Very good." she mused softly to herself, twirling a golden lock of hair around one thin, red polish-tipped finger. She recalled the hot memories that would mark her favorite hunt yet, her most..****.

Jenni started to rise and rubbed her eyes, feeling the red begin to set in again from thinking about what had happened earlier that day, when a cold chill ran down her back. The presence was unmistakable; there was ghost. She had encountered quite a few in her life time, but this one was different, more alive. Brushing the thoughts aside, she turned to Michael.

"Do you mind if I shower?" she asked, "Or do you want to soon?" As she questioned him, she let her eyes drift over his solid body, drinking in his appearance. He was a bit more grungy today, maybe his night of howling was approaching, but either way he was rather handsome. She longed, for just a moment, that his shirt disappear, to see what the thin cotton garment was hiding, but again shook the unneeded thoughts from her head.

He could hear just how pleased she was with herself when she was taking about prey. Somehow it irritated him, but he could not say why. He had no idea why he cared that she seemed to have so much fun. She was embracing that she was a monster, while he was torturing himself because he was one to.

Suddenly he felt the chill return. It was so strange. Despite his sharp senses he could not trace where it came from. He try to ignore it even as the feeling of being observed grow stronger.

"Good for you." He mumble in response to her good hunting. Now that she are closer to him the remaining scents of that hunt teases his nostrils. When she ask if it's alright for her to take a shower he is a little relieved.

"Please do." He manage a smile. If she get rid of the scents he wold feel much better. If he was correct his transformation would not take place until the day after tomorrow. These things was a little tricky though. It had happened that he had changed a few days early. That gave him little time to get to his hideout. If he failed to get there the consequences could be devastating.

"I won't shower until the morning anyway."

Jenni nodded, not knowing whether or not to be offended when he seemed so eager for her to shower. But the only thing she could actually smell of was...blood! Or course, she was tantalizing him without even knowing it! She fought a small smile, being able to tease him without even realizing was quite a talent!

Turning on her heel, Jenni swayed to the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her. Sighing, she turned and gazed into the mirror, just a touch of red still gleaming in her eyes. Whenever she goes out to hunt or the aroma of fresh blood meets her nostrils, her eyes change to the striking bright red, her pupils shrinking to the size of pin-heads. She watched as the last traces of red dissolved from her eyes and her pupils readjusted to the lighting.

When she finally looked normal again, Jenni started to undress. Peeling off her leather jacket and hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. Then she tugged her tank top off of her body, letting it flutter to the floor, only to be followed moments later by her denim mini-skirt. Turning to the full length mirror on the wall, she surveyed herself. Vampirism enhanced all of her already knock-out features. Her smooth curves and soft features became more sharp and defined, making her more attractive than before. Her hips were a touch rounder, her backside a bit larger, breasts young and perkier.

Slowly, she dropped her panties and bra, studying herself. Her nipples were pale and round, the centers now hard from the cool air in the bathroom. Her cunt, now void of hair, was a perfect picture of what a porn-star would dream of. Always tight, always clean of the coarse hair that grew. She was perfect, and Jenni hated it.

Turning away in disgust, she quickly turned on the water and stepped under the steaming stream of water. She quickly shampooed and conditioned her hair, letting the suds run down her body, over the fine curves and long legs. After another few minutes of standing under the water, she shut it off and stepped around the plastic curtain, twisting a towel around her body and combing her hair with her fingers before gathering her clothes and stepping out of the bathroom.

Michael was still on the couch where she left him, and she took her time to get to her room about ten feet away, hips swaying beneath the towel that barely covered her perfect bottom. Then she disappeared into her room.

Michael was perfectly aware of when she returned from her shower. He was kind of relieved that she had been able to get rid of the smell of blood and sex. Those scents had been to distracting and if he was honest to himself, exciting.

He turn to watch her moving toward her room and is not surprised by his reaction to her sexy form under the towel. He had always found her attractive. The fact that she had been smelling of blood should make her less desirable, but it was just the opposite. His nostrils picked up the shampoo from her hair and he even found that to be a turn on. He sigh to himself. He get excited when she smell of blood, and when she's not he get aroused. He look down at his jeans at the bulge that arousal caused. He just couldn't win.

With a faint grunt he stand up from the couch. He get rid of the leftovers of the meal and then walk to his own room. Once there he take off his clothes and sit down on the bed. He refuse to take care of his erection. He hope that sleep will make his cock forget why it decided to come alive. He lie down above the cover. He close his eyes and wait for sleep to take him.

The dreams that haunt his sleep are of blood and raw meet. His teeth's tearing and flesh filling his mouth. He twist and turn in the bed as the dream take him to the woods at night. He hunt, he howl. He's an animal and his instincts take him over totally. He grunt in sleep and don't feel his own blood in his mouth as he bite his tongue.