A Study in Vampires (closed)

[TheAntiRebel]

** Closed for TheAntiRebel and Perplexia **

The black luxury car pulled up outside the dark, foreboding, abandoned mansion, and Brad Richards stepped out. He was the senior columnist for one of the nation's most popular weekly news magazines, and he received a tip of a lifetime. Vampires were real, and existed to this day.

Brad had finally managed to get the address of one, for the 'small' sum of $100,000. However, this mansion did not appear to host anybody living. Of course, maybe it didn't have any living. Maybe it had the undead.

Brad stalked quietly up the stone path to the large wooden doors on the mansion, and paused a moment before knocking. He paused, and waited for a response from inside.

 

[Perplexia]

Arcadia Claremont lived a quiet life in her manor, hundreds of years of chaos, death, pain, and wars filled her past memories. She liked her unknown life the way it was. She had her constant supply of entertainment, but even the men grow tiresome after a wall. She sat in her study painting a picture from her past as the knock on the door was heard.

Arcadia's maid Beatrice answered the door through the peephole. "who are you, what do you want?" she asked rather abruptly through the intercom.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad was taken off guard. "My name is Brad Richards, and I write for Newsweek," he explained. "I am writing a story on... popular folklore. I was given the name of..." he pulled a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket. "Mistress Claremont. I would like to talk with her, at least for a half an hour," Brad explained to the intercom.

 

[Perplexia]

"what is it you offer her for her time?" "what is it you think she knows about folklore?" "She's not a professor in literature, or a story writer. I think you got your facts wrong Mr". She said firmly "Now git"

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad studdered, trying to think quickly. "I am a well-known journalist, miss. I have many connections. I could give her any favors she wants," he paused, and wracked his brain. "I just want to ask her a few questions about.... vampires," he muttered into the intercom.

 

[Perplexia]

Arcadia listened lightly to the conversation, so he thought she would know something about vampires. One of her trusted aquaintances must have got greedy. Their life would be short lived, that was for certain. She'd hoped this journalist had said goodbye to his family, because his curiosity had just gotten the best of him.
"Let him in, pat him down, take any crucifix , water, or stake from him if he dared to bring it, and bring him to me."

"Yes Mistress" Betty replied. She unlocked the latches and locks one at a time before opening the large door that creaked hauntingly. For a modern manor its walls were lined with lit sconces. It would be almost as if he entered back into the medieval times.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad entered the room, and looked around. The room looked like something out of a museum, and everything seemed to be frozen in time. He turned to the maid and nodded politely. "I'm Brad. Where is Miss Claremont?" he asked, trying to be polite, but still in a hurry to interview this supposed vampire.

 

[Perplexia]

"not in so much of a rush journalist" she stated . "I got orders to be sure you aren't carrying any thing that some psychopath might". She waited for him to humor her before patting him down.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad smirked while the maid started patting him down. "I assure you, I didn't bring any garlic or silver bullets," he said, jokingly. He now assumed that his contact must have been telling the truth, and Mistress Claremont was a vampire.

 

[Perplexia]

"ah a wise ass" she said lightly. "Silver bullets are for werewolves, and garlic she laughed you adventurers always thinking you know something." "Follow me"

Betty started walking without looking back as she came to the study. Arcadia Claremont sat in the window seat painting and didn't bother too look up as they entered and Betty left.

"speak" was all she said lightly

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad's jaw dropped when he saw Arcadia. She was both attractive and repulsive at the same time. He paused a moment before carefully walking towards her.

"I am Brad Richards, I am writing a story on... your people. I would like to ask you a few questions on your life, and what you know about your kind. I promise I will not reveal you or any like you to your kind," he said softly.

 

[Perplexia]

"my kind? She laughed lightly. "If i am what you think i am, what makes you think you'll live long enough to walk out the door?" "You have the audacity to come to my home uninvited, and purpose to tell a story that your mortal mind could not begin to grasp, and yet you wish me to sit docile and reveal secrets that go beyond your first traceable ancestors diaper rash?" She laughed again hoping to install a bit of fear into him. At first sight he was attractive, she hadn't found mortals attractive in quite some time. It was his audacity that amused her.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad's spine shivered, and he regretted coming here instantly. "Please, Mistress. You honor me by even allowing me in your home. I assure you, I do not mean to belittle you or your kind. I just want to tell the stories, ma'am," he said, bowing his head slightly. "Think of the wisdom you could inject into the mortals with all the adventures you and your people have experienced," Brad explained.

 

[Perplexia]

"ah yes the wisdom of how fear caused them to track, hunt, and burn my kin. Adventures of having to survive by sucking the blood of rats one at a time. Such pleasant memories. I have long hoped to be able to share those" she said with sarcasm. "the only stories your people are interested in hearing is the ones that have been made up." She appeared behind him in a moment. "Who did you get my name from" she asked lightly in a soothing hypnotic voice.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad found himself enchanted by her words, and he was slightly sexually aroused, although he was still afraid for his life. "I... I can't reveal my sources," he said, his voice shaking. "If you want some one to punish, punish me, Mistress," he said, trying to sound brave.

 

[Perplexia]

"oh don't resist me darling" she whispered again in the same voice as her tongue came out and flicked his ear "tell me what i want to know, and you will be pleasured beyond your dreams"

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Almost instantly at her words, Brad's manhood had an instant erection, and he found himself overwhelmed with lust for the vampire. He started to speak, slowly at first. "His name is.... Peter. He is the caretaker of the old theater downtown. I asked him about vampires, and he told me your name and address for a large sum of money. He told me you were vampire royalty," Brad explained. "He spoke of you very kindly," Brad said, his hands shaking being so near the woman he now desired so bad.

 

[Perplexia]

Arcadia smiled lightly. Good boy she said reaching down between his thighs and stroking his erection through his pants. Her fingers seemed to dance through the material and he would seemingly feel as if she was stroking his hard bare cock in her hand. She continued slow strokes then quickened them. "You will cum for me now she whispered softly in her ear as her tongue flicked it

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Her slender, soft fingers slipped across his hard cock, and he felt waves of pleasure passing through his body. He started moaning uncontrollably, and when she sensually whispered her command, his cock dropped his warm seed in his pants, soiling himself.

He gasped for air, like he was dying. "How did... you do that?" he asked.

 

[Perplexia]

She smiled lightly and stepped away from him back to her window seat. "let us just say that i have never met a man that wouldn't give me what i want." "now she said lightly, Ask your questions, i will say next to the ones i do not wish to answer, later to the ones i may reconsider. If..she said pointing her paint brush up at him, you betray me well the little display i just gave you reversed might be be enough to assure your mind you'd regret it."

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad sighed, and felt his own mind regaining control over himself, though he still could fell her presence. He looked down at the dark stain in his paints and sighed, before moving closer to her. He pulled out a tape recorder, and started recording their conversation.

"Tell me... please start with your beginning? What were you before you became a vampire?" he said, holding the recorder in her direction.

 

[Perplexia]

I was a human. she said coyly with a smirk on her face. I was born on 9 Feb 1605 in Of Gottorf, Schleswig-Holstein, Prussia. My mother was a princess and of Denmark and Norway, my Father was Duke of Holstein Godrupp.

I died on March 20th 1623.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Brad gasped, and felt beads of sweat appear on his forehead. "What do you remember about... the night you died? How did you become... a creature of the night," he asked, both with curiosity and horror.

 

[Perplexia]

she smiled lightly " I remember the man that i loved holding me against his chest as he stroked my hair, telling me we would always be together, and asking me if i was sure that is what i wanted. Kissing his cool lips and telling him yes, feeling his lips caress my skin and his teeth pierce me. I remember the feeling of my body being drained and my life of living being finally over, i remember the cool flow of his blood giving me a welcome home."

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Arcadia's words had a seductive tone to them, and Brad felt his cock starting to stir to live inside his soiled pants, but put that out of his mind, for now. He had to finish his interview. "After he took, you, what did you do? When did you give in and first kill... uh, feed, on a human being?" he asked.