Vampire Lust(Closed Permanently)

[Ravishing]

Lacey sat the second row from the front, roughly in the middle of the curve of bench desks and chairs. Her red hair was bound back into a no-nonsense ponytail. Her laptop is in front of her, and her fingers to the keys. The muted tone of the clicks as she types something that doesn't travel. As she listens to the Professor for Photography drone on about how one chooses the right lens for the right shot at dusk.

Those hands lift and she undoes that tail, fingers running through hair that as she does it gains hints of curls which give body to it. It splashes about her shoulders over the blue shirt she wears, the jacket beside her on the arm of the chair. For some reason, he kept the room hotter than what was needed during the colder months. Not that some didn't appreciate it. But it did mean, mid-way through his lectures more than half the girls were stripping off their jackets, and folding it to the arm there. Dropping them beside so they littered the gaps in between.

Unaware that someone was watching her from a few rows back. She pulled at her hair lightly, gathering it back up and using the band to secure it again. This time it looks more like a messy bun. Loose tendrils frame her naturally pale-skinned face, while there's a scrunch of her nose cutely almost as she puts her hands together and cracks a knuckle or two. Then back to typing away. It wasn't that this elective was easy, or boring. But she'd done enough amateur photography to have a basic understanding.

A gruelling twenty minutes later and it was over. A few of her sorority girls were attending this class too. The instant he told them they could go. Those were up and gathering stuff fast. Lacey took her time. Finally shutting the lid on the laptop and stowing it in the satchel made for it. Something cute in purple, her favourite colour. "Hey, Lace!" The shortened name cut through the air of her fog of packing up. "You are coming, right? To Alpha Omega's bash tonight? It's Halloween. You -have- to. You missed the Spring fling, The Easter mixer..." Lacey was certain if she didn't reply she'd keep hearing those .. cutesy names someone thought up for these events. "Sure." She found herself saying. "..the Saint Patrick's da---- oh! You'll come? Bout time you did. As a Phi Kappa, you really need to do some socialising with us! It's fun!" Each one of the girls floating about that desk of Lacey's was tall, blonde or brunette, wore her hair up in some way, flawless completions and curves most men would weep about.

Lacey, of course, wasn't a slouch in any department of the looks category! No, she jogged every afternoon and ran in the morning. Did good stretching beforehand, and light weights on the weekend. She'd heard enough from her Mother about, keeping herself fit, while she went off to college. But she was perhaps the only redhead in the whole sorority. Why? She'd never quite worked it out. Excepting the fact her Mother had been in this one, and 'Queen' of it too. Social Queen, that was.

"Do you have a--" Lacey never even got to finish the sentence before her eyes were looking at the flyer thrust into her hands. "See you at 6. When the sun's almost gone." Then those girls were departing, and Lacey shook her head. Tucking that flyer into her pocket even as she sought to sling the satchel over a shoulder. Then lifting up her backpack and slinging it over her other shoulder. She was almost out of the lecture hall when she was sure someone was following her. A glance behind her just had her seeing someone she semi-knew by sight. One of the guys.

She didn't know his name but she'd always thought he had a nice smile. He'd also silently helped her once get some spyware off her laptop. Not that she couldn't have done it, but she might not have done it quite that fast. "Oh, hey, it's you. Thanks, again." She didn't realise he was also in Alpha Omega and that she'd likely see him at the bash tonight!

But given she did hear her semi-bestie calling out to her, otherwise known as her current roommate in the sorority house. Carlie danced to her own tune, frequently that was normally all over Lacey's things. On her bed. It perhaps wasn't a match made in heaven between the two. But the girls had worked out a truce of sorts. "So, Lace, borrow your black mini?" Lacey didn't even want to know why she needed it. Her's that is. She knew Carlie had five. Four? Some ungodly amount of short skirts, in all colours. "Sure, if I can raid yours for a shirt?" Lacey felt a little daring. Halloween. She really should make an effect not to be her usual self. Carlie watched her a moment and finally nodded. "Kay. Sure. Catch you there later."

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack Watson sat in the photography class half listening to the professor talk about how to take low level lighting photos. His attention was on the redhead sitting a few rows in front of him and to his right. It was fascinating to watch her undo her ponytail, seeing her fingers run through the long strands of hair and then gather it back up and putting a band on it.

He knew her name was Lacey and they had interacted once when she was in the library. At the time he was sitting near her and heard her make some comments about her computer. He introduced himself but he felt she really never caught his name and after a quick look at her computer was able to disarm the spyware on it.

Now, after class one of his Alpha Omega buddies hit his arm asking why he didn't ask the redhead out. Jack gave him a stern and quickly looked at her hoping she didn't hear his buddy. He was relieved to see she was busy talking to her sorority sisters. He was interested in the redhead but felt the time wasn't right to ask her out.

Yeah, he was good looking with dark brown hair and hazel eyes and he had no trouble getting dates with women. Belonging to the very prestigious faternity didn't hurt as some of the girls loved being seen with members of his faternity. Their faternity had thrown a lot of parties and he didn't remember seeing Lacey at any of the parties. But he overheard her sisters conjole her about not coming to the parties, giving her a flyer and talking to her until she said she would go.

He wondered as he walked out with his buddy, Alex, if she really would show up at the party. Lacey and her friends were walking in front of them and his thoughts were on the party when she turned and looked into his hazel eyes telling him, "Oh, hey, it's you. Thanks, again."

"No problem," he said and then she turned as if to dismiss him.

"Wow man. I think that chick digs you," Alex whispered hitting his arm.

"Yeah ...... right ..... she doesn't even know my name. I helped her with a computer problem and she didn't even ask my name then so I don't think she's too interested in me."

"Well maybe tonight will be your lucky night. What are you planning to wear to the Halloween bash bro?
"Well Alex ..... I think I may dress up as a pirate. What about you?"

"Baby it's Halloween and what better costume to wear than Count Dracula. Maybe I can get one of those Phi Kappa girls to give me some of their blood."

They laughed as they approached the faternity house that was decorated with black and orange streamers, pumpkins, skeltons and all the other ornaments that signified Halloween. As Jack prepared for the party he wondered if Lacey really would show up. And if she did, he hoped to find time to talk to her.

 

[Ravishing]

The Party Preparation.

Right now Lacey was eyeing all her outfits, and pulling things out. She knew half her Sorority sisters had already left. Oddly Carlie was sitting on her bed. Eyeing the clothing too. While yes, roomies, the two were described more like oil and water. Generally, the two had never seen eye to eye. Not since Carlie had gotten drunk enough to screw her own date, in Lacey's bed. Leaving Lacey coming home in the morning from a quick trip to her folks, and finding the two naked atop it, and condoms everywhere.

That had been the bottom line. In the last few months, they'd grudgingly built something of a vague friendship. It mostly consisted of one or the other, asking and borrowing things. But at least these days they could talk. "Lace, I never actually realised you've skipped out on all the fun parties. Until I see the fact you simply don't have anything fun to wear." She stood seeking to open her wardrobe and find a few things in it. Namely a sheer white dress with fake angel wings. "You can wear this, with my strappy heels and your prettiest white underwear I noticed you hiding in that drawer over there. Loose hair, and well, red-headed Angel it is."

Lacey turns looking at those items. At least the dress was long, even if it had a split that might be knee-high in it. The halter top of it however had her murmuring. "... but they'll see the straps from my bra." Chewing at her lower lip in concern.

Carlie laughs softly. "Then, simple. No bra. No straps. Be a bad, good girl, let your hair down. Us Phi Kappa's look after our own. You know this. We see you in trouble, we'll get you out of it." It was their motto. No girl left behind.

She looks at the 'other' outfits she could see and for some reason. Angel with wings won out over slutty nurse, slutty cat-girl, slutty zombie! Even, slutty doctor! What in the hell was wrong with females her age in thinking everything had to be ... slutty? Finally a nod. "Sure. Ok." Carlie grins then, even as Lacey took the outfit and in short order went to get into it. As she was doing it, she realised. She was a little taller than Carlie, so that slit in the dress, ended up more mid-thigh. But, everywhere else she seemed to fit into it. Her fingers double-knot the string behind her neck. She ran a brush through her red hair fluffing out the curls.

Humming along to the music coming from elsewhere in the house. She then lightly applied make-up. Carlie gave her a double thumbs up.

Entering the Party

About an hour later, the two finally arrived. Enough folks had seen Lacey before that she got a lot of hellos as she walks through that main entrance and onwards into the wall of noise and music which hit her and Carlie. It wasn't hard to point out or find her fellow Sorority ladies. No, they were the drop-dead gorgeous ones floating about with cheap red plastic cups in hand, drinking, laughing. Dancing.

It took less than a minute for the two females to end up with a drink, and then after Lacey had some. Coughing for a second when she realised how strong it was. Carlie only giggled patted her on the back, and then pointed somewhere.. mimed dancing and then she took off charging her way through.

Lacey had been expecting that to happen. She did without even realising it end up in a game of beer pong. Except they were drinking whatever this stuff was. Unfortunately for most of those there, Lacey was rather still sober at this point so she kept landing the ball in the cup, and then between her or Carlie, downing their shot of it which sloshed about in the bottom. By the time that game was over, she was certainly less sober. A smile to those lips which had lost their lipstick a while ago.

It might be about now she turned to go find a snack somewhere, which had her colliding with Pirate. Something vaguely familiar there about him, not that one could talk. Pumped-up bass and ear-splitting rumbles cued the idea of good conversation. Yet it didn't stop her from taking his hand and dancing with him. Those green eyes held a smile too.

 

[Rocket1010]

The Search

Val (an abbreviation for Vladimir) stood in a corner of the Alpha Omega faternity house looking over the crowd of students enjoying their Halloween fest. He was dressed as Dracula and his clothes and silk black cloak were authentic. Why shouldn't they be? Some of the students told him how authentic he looked and he only smiled and nodded. He saw Katrina, his female counterpart across the room, surveying the crowd of young people. They were thirsty and it wasn't beer, wine, vodka, whiskey, or pop that excited their taste buds. It was the smell of young blood emanating from the veins of the students that made their nostrils flare.

When he met Katrina long ago, he had a profound fondness for her and instead of feasting on her and then leaving her, he stayed with her. At first he used her for his own pleasure and he fed off her. But as time passed he found that when he drained too much blood from her, she became lethargic, weak, and unable to function. They made a pact and now they traveled together, each searching and finding their own supple supply of blood and then reuniting to move on. When they satsified their insatiable hunger, they would meet up and move on with no remorse, leaving their victim to survive on their own.

Val saw Katrina eyeing a young man who looked virile and athletic. He smirked seeing her begin a conversation that would end with him willing supplying her with the much needed substance for life. For him, he continued to search the room for a woman who piqued his interest. There was the blond dressed as slutty nurse and the brunette dressed as a slutty dancer. While they got his attention, he wasn't satisfied. There had to be someone special for him.

He was 6' tall with dark hair and deep dark penetrating eyes that seemed to bore right through you. Scanning the room, he spotted the redhead at the beer pong table dressed as an angel. She caught his attention and he smirked. What better way to feed than on an angel. He didn't make his move right away, standing back watching her empty shot after shot until she appeared to be a little inebriated. When a woman is in this state, they are so much easier to seduce, make love, and then as she orgasms, suck the blood from one of her veins in her neck.

He was about to make his move when she left the beer pong table, staggering just a little from the alcohol. But before he could make his way to her, he saw her bump into a man dressed a pirate. They exchanged greetings and then he saw her take his hand and begin to dance to the heavy beat. He smiled knowing that soon he would cut in for a dance and they would end up together for the rest of the night or at least until he got what he needed, a fresh supply of blood.

Dancing with Lacey

Jack walked around the house having conversations with other members of the faternity and some of the Phi Kappa women. They were all gorgeous and any one of them would be the kind of girl you take home and mom and dad would rave about how their son found the perfect woman. But Jack was only interested in one woman, the girl in his photography class. He remembered her telling her friends she would attend the party but so far he had not seen her.

Then he spotted her with another girl playing beer pong. As he crossed the room to try and talk to her, he saw her move away and walk in his direction. It appeared she was hungry, picking up something from a plate and then heading toward him. They bumped together and he saw that she recognized him.

Just as he was about to speak, she grabbed his hand and they started dancing to her heavy beat of the music. They moved together and he smiled, showing her his hazel green eyes that simply stared at her. He was struck by her beauty and it made him all the more want to get to know her better. The song ended and immediately another one started and they danced, circling each other, hands waving, dancing closer, bodies almost gyrating against each other. Jack was in heaven dancing with the woman dressed like an angel.

The song ended and a slow song began to fill the room. Jack smiled and held his hands out for Lacey to join him. But just as he was about to wrap his arms around her, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Mind if I have this dance faternity brother?"

Jack thought the man looked familiar and reluctantly stepped back watching the man embrace Lacey.

 

[Ravishing]

Due to her want for fun. Alcohol great at lowering those inhibitions. The food Jack had ended up ignored. Nevermind it had been her goal. There had been something in those hazel eyes that drew her in. Song after song she found herself realising that she was really enjoying his company.

Just as the slow one hit she blushed. All that dancing had made her warm. It also had pushed all that alcohol through her. It had been why she found herself getting closer, closer..... and then someone cut in. She watched Jack, not that she remembered his name back off. Almost a frown hit her face. Then those eyes caught her, and she found herself stepping into his arms.

All that dancing with Jack preparing her up for, apparently this one to find it easy to influence her. Body against his, she moved less sure on her feet. Alcohol was great at that too. Lacey having not had dinner a prime example of what not to do!

So one slow song later, her head on Val's shoulder, arms about him. As a song came on she loved. She began bouncing with it. Everything swimming. Yet somehow when she got a little pale and she said. "Air, I need air." Val heard it and with am arm about her navigated her our. Moving more smoothly through the drunk young adults than Jack might.

Outside everything was spinning and Val took her to a darker place. Leaning her to a wall and seeking to after a short moment kiss her. Air had at least one effect, everything wasn't spinning still. So when the guy with mesmerising eyes said. "Kiss me." She did. Two lingering kisses later, he made his way to her neck. Not realising that in one of those kisses Lacey's playful bite at his lip broke the skin, three drops of his potent blood flowing in. Before it sealed. Burying his face there at her neck and allowing his fangs to drop. One bite and Lacey moaned. Straddling that knee he slid up between the slit in the dress.

Val would find her intoxicating alcohol inbued blood effecting him. For Lacey that bliss had her moaning softly and grinding against his knee. A few mouthfuls later and he sealed the wounds.

At this moment less drunk Phi Kappas left the party and noted their Sorority sister, the quiet one, looking like she was making a mistake. Val could have tried to charm them all but five at once with him feeling admittedly drunk, he didn't like his chances. Passing the Angel off to her friends.

Maybe it had been the moment Jack wanted to intervene but seeing her Sorority sisters rescue her before he could move. He had been torn. Hating the sight of Lacey with another guy. But deep down enjoying the realisation she could be that way. Maybe tomorrow after his last class he might catch her and try asking her for coffee?

Phi Kappa, helped Lacey all the way back to their Sorority house. And to bed. Getting her water and something to help with the hangover. They left her in that closed room.

Over the next three days she found herself doing a lot of sleeping. Feeling gradually more worn down that longer she rested. Carlie began to worry once a day and a half went by. Seeing Lacey pale and shivering. She made her chicken soup. Lacey managed to eat some, shivering the whole while. Before she pulled the covers over her head.

Carlie went off to her own lectures and it's where Jack realised Lacey had been gone for yesterday and today. He resolved. Tomorrow.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack watched as Lacey and the dark-haired man danced slowly, seeing her glance at him and then back and the man holding her. He didn't recognize him and wanted to cut in but everytime he took a few steps toward them, he felt like he was hitting a brick wall. What was happening? The girl that he admired in class and before the man interrupted them seemed to be getting along splendidly. As Jack watched them dance and seemingly unable to do anything about it, he wished he was the man holding the redheaded angel.

He turned away to get another drink and when he returned, he saw they were gone from the dance floor. He saw them walking together, her head on his shoulder as they walked outside. Something about the man alarmed Jack and he followed them, seeing the man push her against a brick wall in dark unlit area of the property. His feet were rooted to the ground as he watched Lacey seemingly give in to the man's charm. What was he saying to here? What ever it was she was soon moaning and there was just enough light to make out the man's thighs pressing between her legs and her hips undulating on it.

Jack unable to look away, watched as their bodies rubbed together as if there was no one else around. Whatever they were doing, Jack could see the bliss written all over Lacey's face and the moans she emitted grew louder. He still found himself unable to intervene and then her sorority sisters walked out of the house and the man for some reason looked at them in a strange way and then hurried away, leaving Lacey in the care of her sisters.

There was nothing he could do and Jack turned, walking hurriedly to the house and up to his room. There was nothing he could do and felt ashamed for not taking action against the man. The sound of loud music filled the house and he was unable to sleep until well in the wee hours of the morning, his mind still on what happened to Lacey.

In class, he noticed she was not present the first day and figured she was hung over which seemed to him to be the case with a few other of her sorority sisters. But the next day a few of her sisters showed up for class but no Lacey. He started to worry a little about her, wondering if she was alright. Then on the third day he resolved to find out what happened to the redhead.

He remembered when he fixed her computer a few weeks back in the library, a sorority sister had mentioned that she misplaced her key to the house and Lacey gave her her key, telling her to slip it under her door. He remembered the girl asking what room and Lacey telling her, room 214.

After class on the third day, he walked to the sorority house and waited until just before dusk when most of the girls were either in their rooms or out on the town. Finding no one in the house to ask, he slipped up the stairs and found her room. Taking a deep breath, he hoped the door was unlocked and her roommate was not in the room.

Opening the door, he saw a figure lying on the bed, blankets pulled up to her neck. He knew it was Lacey by the reddish hair splayed on the pillow. Her roommate was not in the room and he walked quietly to the bed, seeing her pale face and her eyes open but not seeming to be aware of him.

He bent over the bed, amazed at how pale she was, thinking that she must really be sick. He shook her shoulder and called out in a soft voice, "Lacey ..... it's Jack. I was worried about you ...... are you .... are you alright?" It was then that her eyes focused on him and he saw her weak smile and her mouth opened to speak.

 

[Ravishing]

He was a little blurry at first. That first moment when he'd leant over her, looking at her. Even though she wanted to say something, she found herself still just staring off. As if part of her was asleep and wouldn't wake the fuck up! It was more than a little concerning. As he shook her, suddenly. There was a soft, faint groan by her. A blink of those green eyes that somehow looked a little dull. As his words sunk in, it occurred to her. Jack. She knew him! She'd danced with him. That's what made her focus on him. Lips parting, "...Hi..." Just the one word, but then a subtle sound as she moved back some. Giving him space to either sit or lay facing her.

"..lay with me?" She sounded weak, sick, and tired, but she clearly had a look of recognition at seeing him. "...we danced." A hint of a smile to her lips then, as she moved a little more to more than give him enough space. "..Not contagious. No coughing, I just feel, drained." She looked drained. Tired. Worn down completely. Slight circles under those eyes. That overall paleness.

"...kind of cold." She was. It was as if even staying wrapped up in the bed, she simply couldn't keep heat. She didn't understand any of it. Not a thing. What the fuck had happened to her? While her mind might have been able to sluggishly muse over what happened. Right now, all she wanted was Jack. Close. Curled in. A lift of the blankets, has him seeing she's in this camisole and boxers pyjama's set. It looked cute on her. Coloured purple with pink hearts on it. He'd see the soft swell of breasts covered by the cami, the expanse of long legs below the boxers. "...please?"

It just seemed like a totally good idea. Get Jack into bed, to hold her. So she could warm up. So she might feel better. That's what this little persistent voice was saying. Do it, Lacey, get him in bed with you. He'll want to. What man would say no to cuddling up?

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack was worried about Lacey, seeing her pale facial expression and hearing her almost unintellable voice telling him hi as she shifted her body on the bed. Her next words sounded like a weak dying person, asking him to lay with her and stating they danced. She remembered him from the party and that made him offer her a soft smile ..... "yes we danced." But as he said it, he remembered the dark haired man who cut in and then took her outside. Did he do something to her that made her sick? Did he give her some drugs that now affected her ability to function?

He saw her pull the covers back telling him she wasn't contagious but feeling drained. He immediately felt she was suffering from a cold and he was cautious. Did he want to lay with her and catch what she had? But she told she was feeling cold and to him, that was the symptoms of a bad cold. But her weak voice imploring him as she pulled the covers back revealed her colorful camisole and boxers.

Jack was hesitant but he could see Lacey was suffering and wanted ..... no needed him to lay with her. Slippiing off his shoes, he slid onto the bed next to her, pulling the covers over both of them. He wrapped her in his arms pulling her tight against him feeling the swell of her soft breasts pressing agains his chest.

She felt cold and he began to run his hands over her back trying to give her warmth. He wondered about her roomie, Carlie, whose name was plastered on the wall above the other bed. Where was she? When would she return? And what would she say if she caught them in bed? Those thoughts bounced through his head as they lay cuddling on Lacey's bed.

He pulled his head back to look at her, seeing a certain blankness in her eyes. It was as if she wasn't seeing him and then as if something pushed his head, his lips met hers and he was not concerned about catching her cold. Only the feel of her soft lips which he had wanted to feel for quite awhile. He was surprised she didn't bolt away but felt her arms tighten around him as the kiss lingered.

 

[Ravishing]

Lacey melted in against Jack as they kissed. She might have been feeling cold but she did seem to perk up as they kissed. Her lips parted as she trailed her tongue along his lower lip slowly. Her arms tightening about him and rubbing up and down his back.

She broke the kiss to murmur. "You feel so warm..." As she plastered herself against him, her lips kissing him again. That little voice going, kiss his neck. Lacey ignored it for a moment, parting her lips again to more deeply kiss Jack. Before breaking it to breathe slowly, shiver, and then nuzzle along his jawline.

So very warm. So very male. Another slow kissing up along towards his neck, then a lick and nuzzle. He smelt so good, so male, warm. She was unaware as she lifted her lips that her fangs popped and as she brought her mouth back to Jack's neck, something within her forced the issue. She bit him. Those long fangs sinking painlessly into his neck, and that venom bursting through him. In an instant, it supplied him with pleasure, bliss, and a sudden arousal that made his cock so hard.

Of course even as she drank that first mouthful, Lacey felt his sudden arousal. Conversely, Jack felt Lacey warming up as he held her. One hand of hers managed to unzip him and wriggle into just barely stroke him. It was rather awkward fully dressed, and right now he was. Yet she moaned then softly against his neck, while taking another slow half mouthful from him.

Something inside her cautioning her to not take too much otherwise he'd be worn down and fatigued.

 

[Rocket1010]

Kissing Lacey was all he dreamed it would be. Many times, when he sat in class behind her, he wondered what it would feel like to have her lips pressed against his. His tongue snaked between her lips and their tongues swirled against each other, probing deeply then drawing back only to swirl again. He was breathing a bit harder when she broke the kiss to murmur. "You feel so warm..." And then he felt her lips hungrily seek his again, a deep soul kiss made blood surge to his cock, making it begin to awaken.

His eyes closed when she broke the kiss and began kissing his jaw, her tongue and lips leaving a wet trail down toward his neck. His hand curled in her red hair, not forcing her but encouraging her to continue her journey. Her lips felt so wonderful, kissing and licking his neck and then he felt two tiny pin pricks followed by a rush of pleasure washing over his entire body he never felt before. His hand held her there .... wanting her to continue .... wanting to feel the pleasure that consumed him. It was such a pleasurable sensation. One that he never experienced before with any other women.

It was strange and it was as though he could feel his blood pumping with each heartbeat, feeling it rushing like a raging river through his veins. He ran his hands over Lacey's back feeling a warmth while his cock became aroused, getting hard as a steel shaft. He felt her unzip his pants, her hand snaking inside to stroke him.

He felt her teeth on his neck, another slight pin prick. Whatever she was doing made his body feel it was on fire. Jack moved away for a moment, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, wiggling out of them. He ripped open his shirt and then lifted her camisole over her head to get his first gaze at her breasts. But he wasn't satisfied with just her camisole, grabbing her shorts and pulling them down and off until she was just as naked as he.

He looked at her, seeing what appeared to be a bit of blood on lips. Did she bite him hard enough to draw blood? He didn't care. The emotions running rampant inside his body conveyed only one thing, he needed to make love to her. Lying next to her he drew her to him, his lips claiming her hers once more as his nakedness pressed against her.

 

[Ravishing]

As he went to pull away she licked the wound as that voice cautioned. She just wasn't quick enough to lick her lips. As his lips found hers and they were nude, for that first second into the kiss he might almost think she had something in her mouth. Her delicate games down.

That voice driving her for a moment had them popping up. Just in time for his tongue to delve in her mouth again. A moan by her, asking with her hand seeking to roll them so her back found the bed, Jack ending up on her. Thighs spreading, Knees bent and her hand guiding his hard cock to rub between her pussy lips. Coating that tip in her moisture. She was so wet, and moaning into a kiss that continued as she gave a little lift so the head of his cock pierced into her.

A deeper moan as she broke the kiss. "Jack I want you inside me..." seductively purred at him. Her hand running down his back. "Please fuck me..." A trail of her lips over his collarbone. And a guide of his mouth to a nipple.

 

[Rocket1010]

When Jack ended up on top of Lacey he looked at her in the dim light. The paleness of her skin seemed to disappear, replaced by an almost normal complexion. It seemed odd that she seemed to be getting better just by kissing and getting sexually excited. But the hunger in his body overrode any common sense explanation.

Her thighs were open and her hand was guiding his now hard shaft between her pussy lips. He moaned, feeling the head of his cock rubbing her clit, hearing her loud moans as he teased her love button. His cock was being readied for what he knew would be a hot and welcoming tunnel. It didn't take much to smear her honey that was flowing freely from her to get his cock lubricated.

They kissed as Jack prepared to sink his cock deep inside her, feeling something sharp in her mouth as his tongue slithered inside her mouth. And when the kiss broke, he thought he saw what appeared to be a sharp tooth. But he ignored it, thinking he was just seeing things as his she moaned that she wanted him to fuck her.

Her pussy lips parted as he thrust hard allowing his cock to sink deep into her. "Yes I want to fuck you so bad," he moaned as his cock slid deep and then started moving back and forth inside her. As he began to thrust harder, his lips found an aroused nipple, sucking on it, hearing her soft moans and her hands in his hair, pressing his mouth harder against it as his teeth nipped at its tip.

His passion was rising as their hips danced together, feeling her pussy muscles squeezing is cock hard while he kissed and sucked on each nipple. The way her hips were moving, sent shivers of lust through him. Lifting his head off her wet nipples, he gazed at her, seeing her staring back and him with her now bright blue eyes.

He lowered his head to kiss her shoulder and then nuzzled his lips on her neck. He felt her lips find his neck again and felt another pin prick that sent searing heat through his veins once more igniting more of his lust. His cock was throbbing and he knew he was close to losing control. Picking his head up, he saw more blood on her lips and a slight twinkle in her eyes as he lost all sense of reality as he felt her body convulsing under him and he couldn't stop the tremendous explosion of cum shooting deep into her pussy.

 

[Ravishing]

The sex was everything she might have hoped it'd be. If she was not in a fog of lust about it all. She was shuddering up into him, hips lifting harder to bring them together. Those initial fluttering twitches of her pussy about his cock, made her need him. That little voice whispering in her ear. Do it again. Bite him.

So she did. A brief nip, a smaller flood of that venom through him, a lick of it. Yet a subtle smear of blood against her lips. Yet that small dose of his blood with the way he was inside her working her over with his cock. Feeling the throbbing of it within. It sent her over that edge with a loud moan, "..Oh Jack... fuck... oh fuck me..." Not begging for him to fuck her, he was doing that and doing it well enough that she just then exploded about him. Leaking juices everywhere, he filled her pussy with cum.

A softer kiss, which left a light imprint partly on his skin there. In his blood. Yet she noticed it, her frown somewhat hidden before she licks it off him. LIcking blood? She knew it was blood. The voice told her that. Oddly it sounded somewhat like her, but cooler in tone, perfectly in control.

A run of her hands up and down his back. Then a faint blush to her cheeks. Staring up into those eyes of his. "...Hi." Yeah, smooth Lacey. Say, Hi, after the mindblowing sex. But they were however in bed, and she knew they'd danced. She could see it, a close of her eyes, and she could see it behind her eyelids.

"You, came to find me?" That she hadn't expected. That he cared enough to come. That made him one of the good ones. It actually made her ashamed, he might see that in her eyes, expression. "I, feel bad, I should have talked to you more." A lift of a hand to softly touch his cheek, then jawline. "I liked, us dancing... I wish we'd been able to talk. At the party."

 

[Rocket1010]

All he could do was smile for the moment, feeling sharp fingernails gliding over his back and her soft voice telling him "Hi." Each breath still rough and ragged as if he ran the fastest mile in the world. And was now trying to catch his breath. His breathing tempo began to slow. His cock still lodged deep within her sex.

Finally able to speak. "Yes I came to find you." Did she think it was the same day as the party? Didn't she realize she had been missing for three days? "I liked dancing with you too and I'm here now." Dare he tell her it's been three days and did she also remember the man who cut in ..... the man with the dark penetrating eyes.

He is suddenly concerned, seeing the empty bed on the far wall. "Where is your roommate? Did she take care of you these last three days? I'm glad you're alright .... I was worried about you when you didn't show up for class."

Seeing her eyes studying him, he closes his his eyes. Lacey's soft smile appears and then ...... Fangs ..... pearly white and glistening ..... a dab of blood on her lips and a sudden shudder of realization. He looks down at her smile ..... her cheeks rosy .... no paleness to be seen ...... no sharp fangs ..... no ..... nothing of the sort ..... was it all a dream?

A sudden tiredness falls over him. Shifting his body, his now limp cock slips from its resting place, he lies beside her. His hand strokes her cheek and he closes his eyes once more. "I'm glad you're alright" ..... another vision of her mouth open .... blood on her lips. "I .... ahhhh ..... I need to rest ..... I'm tired ....." his voice trailing off.

Why am I so tired. There was no answer, just close your eyes and sleep said the inner voice. A hand stroking his chest .... lips caressing a nipple .... soft hair lying on his shoulder and then he fell asleep.

 

[Ravishing]

"Carlie?" Lacey actually for a moment looked to Carlie's side of the room, her empty bed. Then there was a moment of her wracking her mind. "Yes. She brought me soup, a few times. I do remember eating some of it." It's a little hazy for her why she didn't finish it.

Watching that tiredness creep over him concerned her. "Jack, are you okay?" Head dropping to touch her head over his heart. Listening. It surprised her she could feel that heart, hear it, hear it? so well. A lift of her head was enough to look at his face. It was clear to her that she'd worn him out and he needed rest. Despite this, she did for a second nuzzle that nipple that was right there. A light slow manoeuvre of herself to aid in rolling him to his side, and withdrawing that cock free of her.

She could see a piece of paper on Carlie's desk. Probably some note telling her, she'd gone on a date with this fellow. Honestly, Carlie always had some kind of date happening. It didn't matter the night or day. There was always a guy ready to take her place.

A lift of a hand to tuck some of Jack's hair behind an ear. Before a subtle snuggle of herself in against him there. Relaxing and simply enjoying the warmth of him. Also, that sticky feeling was between her thighs. The mixed juices of their release. Not realising he'd glimpsed those Fangs, and to a lesser degree using the time to work out changes about herself. Like. Fangs. A love for blood ... and sex. The way blood made her warmer. That going without it made her a little cooler. Okay, a lot cooler.

She wasn't really big on horror movies, and while she vaguely knew of Vampires. Because there were a couple of Phi Kappa's who'd gone as Sexy Vampires! Lacey was more stewing with the facts she could work out, and coming up with no real explanation for it. Unaware her transformation would only be complete once another 22 hrs had passed. 24 hours after she first ingested living human blood. Lacey hadn't yet clued it into being the guy with the dark penetrating eyes.

 

[Rocket1010]

She asked a question but he was unable to speak as his eyes closed for a second, feeling her snuggle against him. It seemed like just a moment but his eyes opened and he responded. "I'm just really tired. I'm sorry Lacey ... I just can't seem to keep my eyes open. "

Dreams flowed one after another .... dancing with Lacey at the party ...... seeing her in the photography lecture .... wanting to talk to her ..... a man dressed as Dracula taking Lacey outside .... he had to save her ...... kissing her .... tasting his own blood on her lips ....... seeing enlarged fangs in her mouth. Tossing and turning ..... feeling a chilll .... waking up for a few moments, seeing and then feeling Lacey's warm body snuggled up against him.

Closing his eyes once more falling into a deep slumber. Feeling fingers tracing designs over his body ..... lips dancing on his chest and then on his neck, feeling a pin prick and a sudden rush of heat while a hand touches and strokes his cock .... then nothing until his eyes open and he sees Lacey smiling at him.

A chill racks his body but the warmth of Lacey's body tries to combat it. "Where am I?" He looks at the empty bed realizing he is still in Lacey's room. What are they going to tell her roommate? He's too weak to walk to his faternity house? So many questions and no answers. Then in a moment of lucid thougth.... Lacey are you feeling better?

 

[Ravishing]

He'd feel the warmth of her still. Worried eyes of green watching him. "My room, Phi Kappa. Still." She pulls away from him a little, and she's not quite as pale. A more human skin tone to her. Not that very pale white tone, she'd been wearing when he climbed in with her. "You look like it took something out of you." Which given she knew what she'd done worried her. "I ... am. Surprisingly." It still surprised her. It worried her also that she felt better. Two or so hours of laying with him and she was still warm. Still feeling sated. Still no closer to understanding WHY she'd drank some of his blood, and more so why it had tasted like the best thing on this planet? Better than pizza? Better than anything else she'd ever had.

"I'll get dressed, and go down into the kitchen. Maybe a coffee, hot chocolate and something to eat might help?" She hoped it did or she was screwed. In more ways than one. There was the lift of a hand, still warm to touch his forehead. Still cooler. "If it doesn't help, there's a private bathroom with a hot tub on floor two. We can take it over, see if some hotter water and everything helps.."

It occurred to her that she'd need to tell Jack all about this. But first, she wanted him back to feeling okay. Sitting up she covered him back with the blankets and sought to snag her things off the floor. Sliding on the cute camisole with boxers and finding her bunny slippers to wear. "I'll be back, okay Jack?" Rising to stand then she checked the note and nodded. "Carlie's gone for the night, she's seeing one of your Frat buddies tonight."

After she left, shutting that door. A further look of worry as she padded off through the house for the kitchen. Making two coffees and a hot chocolate. With bacon and cheese toasted sandwiches. It probably took her 15 minutes. During which a few of her Sorority sisters, dropped in. Each one is happy to see her having recovered. "When Carlie said she was going for the night. Sara said she'd go check in on you. She's in the lounge, I'll tell her your okay." That one commented and Lacey found herself nodding. "Yes, I'm okay. Really." A smile.

Tray in hand finally with everything on it, including orange juice. As she weaves her way back up to her room and slips inside. What state does she find Jack in?

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack gave her a weak smile when she told him she was feeling better. Why couldn't he keep his eyes open? Drifting off, he hears Lacey say she is going to the kitchen for coffee, hot chocolate and something to eat. He opens his eyes just long enough to nod and give a weak smile ....... "yes .... thank you ...... it's cold in here" His mouth is parched and he feels like he needs something to drink. Yes drink and food should help rattle around in his brain.

And her next words seem to be in an echo chamber .... there is a private bathroom with hot tub. Another weak smile and a shiver pulling at the covers .... pulling them up around his neck. "Okay .... hurry ..... please," was his response seeing her head for the door after telling him her roommate was out with one of his frat brothers. A soft smug smile knowing his frat bro was probably going to get some Phi Kappa pussy tonight.

thump-thump ..... thump-thump ..... thump-thump ..... what was that sound. It got louder and Jack opened his eyes wanting to know where the sound was coming from. It sounded like a heartbeat. A blond girl was staring down at him a worried look on her face. What was she saying?

"Oh you poor boy .... I'm Sara and I came to check on Lacey. Who are you? Oh wait .... you're the guy at the dance a few days ago." Sees a bright smile on her face. "Where is Lacey ..... oh you poor boy you look sick."

"Food ..... she went to get food," was his weak response. "Cold ..... shivering ..... need warmth."

"I'll go find her," Sara utters and turns to leave.

"No stay with me please ... need warmth ... so cold ..... lay with me." Reaches out to touch her and the sound of thump-thump gets louder in his head and he can feel it through his fingers. Jack licks his lips, he's thirsty and needs something to quench his thirst. "Please ...... just until Lacey comes back."

"I can't do that .... she'll be ..... she'll be mad."

The door opens and Sara pulls her hand away. "Lacey this boy is sick .... he wanted me to lie down with him and I told him I can't ..... is he okay? ..... should we call a doctor?

 

[Ravishing]

Lacey lofts a brow to Sara, doing a practised move of stepping in past her, so she turned about. Now with Sara's back to the door, she steps in. Herding Sara in effect out it. "He'll be fine. I can look after him." Sara gave a semi-concerned look to her, then nodded. She could only believe her.

Shutting the door she actually locked it then, and walks back to the bed. "Jack?" A kneel down as she put the tray on the floor. Then she carefully sat on the bed with him. "Can you sit? Uh, let me help." She lifts the tray and then used one hand to help him sit up. Positioning herself behind him and leaning him into her chest. The delightful squish of breasts to his bare back. Then a settle of the tray to the bed. "Here, try the hot chocolate.." She made it how most might. A lot of warmed milk, chocolate mix and a cube of sugar.

Bringing it up in front of him so he could wrap his hands around it. Worry in those pale green eyes. "Jack, I'm sorry, but I promise you, I'll get you improved and feeling better." While the food smelled fine, she suspected the reactions she'd had to soup, might continue with solid food. With her other hand, she kept the blankets up over him there. He could feel her body warmth to his back.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack watches Lacey and the girl, Sara, talk and then smiles, seeing Lacey usher the blonde from the room and locks the door. He spies the tray with two coffees and a hot chocolate along with sandwiches, hoping the hot drinks and food will help him. A tiredness still hangs over him as she calls his name and then kneels by the bed.

“Yes, I can sit," he says in a soft tone, finding it a bit difficult to sit up but when she moves behind him, helping him, he says, "Thank you Lacey." He feels her breasts pressing into his back but doesn't say a word, enjoying the feel of her nipples rubbing against his skin.

Taking the hot chocolate she offers, the warmth emitting from the cup, begins to warm his hands. Wrapped in the blanket, she put around him, he sips the hot chocolate, smiling as it tastes good going down his throat. Another sip and he begin to feel some warmth returning to his body.

Turning his head to look at Lacey. “Thank you,, …. I'm starting to feel better." Picking up one of the sandwiches, he smiles after taking a bite. "Mmmm bacon and cheese ..... tastes good."

Jack finishes the sandwich. “I feel better and I'm glad you're feeling better too. I was afraid I was catching your cold." He feels her hand and they seem warm and then he adds, "I'm amazed how fast you recovered."

After finishing the hot chocolate, Jack eyes the coffee. Asking for a cup, he begins to feel better after taking a sip of the steaming hot drink.

Feeling content with Lacey's arms around him, he lets his head drop onto her shoulder with a soft sigh. He feels her lips kissing his neck and a shiver runs through him, remembering something.

He shifts and half turns to look at her. “I had this crazy thought when we were making love that you bit me." He lifted his fingers to his neck but didn't feel anything. "Was I imagining that or did you get carried away making love and got overly excited."

 

[Ravishing]

Lacey had never been so relieved as she was when Jack said he was improving. She could feel that he was too. The coolness which had begun to settle into him being chased away. "I've been very worried about you," Lacey said gently to him, in between a few more kisses to his neck.

She stopped when the question he asked her sunk in. She'd bitten him yes. Twice actually. A chew on her lower lip. The voice was silent for once in her mind, leaving her clueless about if she should tell him or not.

Thus looking into those eyes, she finally decided to tell him the truth. At least the truth about the biting. "..you didn't imagine it. I did bite you. I was excited.." She let that trail off, one might almost read there was more there in her mind to say, but she didn't know if she should just say everything weird she'd been noticing.

"I wasn't sick. I, I don't know how to explain it. But I think something's happened to me.."

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack had a questioning look on his face as Lacey seemed to hesitate about answering if she bit him. And when she admitted she got excited and bit him, he wondered if this was a common thing with her. Biting her lovers. But he saw her seemingly thinking about something and wondered if there might be more.

He was relieved when she told him he didn't imagine her biting him and that she did it when she got excited. Excited sexually? Was this to be a regular thing if and when they got it on again? Jack was about to speak and could see she was struggling with something as she added that she wasn't sick. This statement confused him and he listened as she said she didn't know how to explain it and something happened to her.

A look of concern was etched on her face, wondering just what she was talking about. What could have happened to her? He turned around to face her, his legs spreading open to slip under legs, seeing her eyes dart for a moment to his flaccid cock hanging between his open thighs.

"I don't know what you're talking about Lacey. When I came into your room you were white as a ghost and your body felt cold. And you seemed to get better when I laid next to you and then we made love. I have to tell you something." He waited for a moment taking in her sexy camisole and her nipples poking at the inside of the soft material.

"I know you bit me twice." stopping to see if it had any reaction before he said, "And each time I felt your teeth on my neck I got such a rush of adreline that made my heart race and I felt as though my whole body was on fire. It made me want you all the more."

His hands reached out to touch her cheeks. "Lacey I don't know what's happening but I'm willing to help you find our what happened to you. Do you know when you started to feel sick?”

 

[Ravishing]

Lacey put her forehead to his, seeking to tug them closer together even as his words ran through her mind. "..because it's got something to do with, the party. That morning after." A pause. "No. I was dizzy after I went off with that man, the dark-eyed one." She sighs softly.

"The next morning I just wanted to sleep. I felt, drained. Tired. Lacked energy. So, I slept..." A slight glance up at him there. "The day after Carlie bought me soup and made me eat some. I tried, hard to eat more. But it was making me feel worse.."

A bite of her lower lip. "Then eventually you were here and I, really, needed you.." A vague flush to her cheeks. "..I felt something, then I bit you... and..." She squirms a little, not in pleasure, but discomfort. "...tasted, something.." You do know what. "..your blood, it was amazing... and that's when I felt better.. I'm sorry but I think I took too much.." She didn't feel when saying it as if she was making sense. She was positive he'd eyeball her like she was mad and such.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack listened intently as Lacey tired to make sense of what was causing all this to happen to her. Everything seemed to have started with the party and the man in dark. Jack thought about the dark man at the party, the image of the him cutting in on the dance floor and then taking her outside ran like an instant replay.

He continued listening, not interrupting her as she talked about not feeling good the next day and how all she wanted to sleep. Jack was trying to piece the puzzle together too as she talked extreme tiredness and how she didn't like the food her roommate brought to her.

When she started talking about him, he wondered how he fit, remembering her soft weak plea, almost pleading with him to get into bed with her and give her some warmth. Her skin had been cool and then they started to make out, leading to her biting him. What surprised him was when she told him she bit him and his blood tasted amazing and then she started to feel better. He felt a shudder course through him from head to toes.

"Don't be sorry Lacey and then something seemed to make sense. If she took some of his blood and started feeling better, and shortly after, he began to get very tired, did it make sense the man did the same to her?

Jack had a thought and tired to dispel it. The man at the party did something to her. Did he somehow ingest her with a drug? Then something seemed to click and he thought it was preposterous. He shook his head and saw Lacey look at him with a questioning look on her face. How in the hell do you explain something you don't understand.

He put her head in his hands, their faces mere millimeters apart. "I .... I know this sounds crazy." He took a long moment, neither of them speaking and then he said, "Lacey at the party .... the man who cut in on our dancing took you outside and .... and." He stopped again unable to really comprehend what he was about to say. "I followed you out into the back and saw you and him kissing and he had his kneed pressed between your open thighs." His eyes narrowed and he wore a concerned look ...... "Is it possible he bit you? And .... and took some of your blood?"

It was an incredible thought and the only thing he could think of was the man was a vampire. But that didn't make sense. He had a fleeting glimpse of fangs in her mouth and looked deep into her eyes. "No…. That’s not possible. No … it can’t be …. Can it …. Vampires don't exist .... do they?"

 

[Ravishing]

As he told her not to be sorry, she relaxes with him. Seeking to get them organised into laying down, but close. Bodies touching at every point. He and her are able to stare into each other's eyes. As she saw his questioning look she waited. Lacey was sure when he got the words sorted out he'd speak.

When he took her face into his hands she looks into his eyes more deeply. Listening to him slowly speaking about the dark-eyed man at the party. As he told her he'd seen it. Seen the way he kissed her, and how his knee pushed between her thighs. She flushes then a little somewhat with embarrassment. A part of her lips to speak, unaware those fangs had popped again. As she then heard his comment about vampires existing.

She began wracking her mind. She wasn't into horror films, movies, or whatever you called them. Lacey considers then what Carlie kept harping on about last Halloween. When she'd dressed up as Slutty Vampire Bride. Something about fake blood pills, and fake vangs so she could fake bite all the men she wished she could fuck. There was a slow blink by Lacey then, as she lifted a hand seeking to run a fingertip down her own fang, the sudden shock of connections caused those fangs to retract away. As she actually turned her face into the pillow and whimpered.

If Vampires existed, and that's what that man had been. There's a sudden look up and into Jack's eyes. "But you can eat food. I saw you. You aren't feeling sick from trying?" She was hoping like hell she hadn't done whatever had been done to her, to Jack. "You really feel okay, right Jack?"