Never be enough. For fuckmeat.

[SapperJack]

NIN: Please

this is how
it begins
push it away but it all comes back again
all the flesh
all the sin
there was a time when it used to mean just about everything

just like now

breathe, echoing the sound
time starts slowing down
sink until I drown
(please) I don't ever want to make it stop

and it keeps repeating
will you please complete me?

never be enough
to fill me up

watch the white
turn to red
it fills up the hole but it grows somewhere else instead
all my life
yeah yeah yeah yeah, but it just left me dead
(well guess what?)
the world is over and I realize it was all in my head

now everything is clear
I erase the fear
I can disappear
(please) I don't ever want to make it stop

you can never leave me
will you please complete me

never be enough
to fill me up

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Name: Lucian Black
Age: 780 (Appears to be 32, the age he was when he was turned)
Stats: 6ft 3in tall with a lean but muscular physique. Dark brown eyes. Unnaturally pale skin, except when he has just fed.

The nightclub lighting spun and strobed as Lucian held a beer bottle and scoped out his prey. She was a young, juicy little thing and on more than alcohol if he judged correctly. Her pupils were mere pinpricks as she paused to drink from her bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Lucian watched her throat work avidly, the delicate structure of her neck and the fat jugular throbbing beneath her fake tan. She had blonde hair and a curvy figure... probably no more than a 6 underneath her warpaint though. This wasn't the most upmarket club in Soho so the girls weren't always much to look at but this one at least was passable. In the digital age where every square inch of London was covered by CCTV, Lucian was having to be increasingly careful about where he struck. The Cage was an inexpensive dive that was popular with students. Its layout suited Lucian, along with the lack of cameras and the young, fit and unsuspecting clubbers.

Finally, his patience paid off. The blonde girl knocked back the rest of her drink and headed for the ladies. The friend she had arrived with was wrapped around a guy on the dance floor. It was perfect. Lucian followed his mark and then drew level with her. He smiled at her as though they were already acquainted, taking her arm and leaning in to talk to her over the music.

"Don't tell me you don't remember me." He said cryptically, a teasing note in his voice. Lucian was manoeuvring her gently sideways. The girl stared up at him slightly unsteadily, then started shaking her head.

"Sorry mate, I ain't seen you before." Lucian winced inwardly at her high pitched cockney accent. Then he shoved them both through a nearby fire door, out into an alley that ran behind the club. "What the fuck!" Before the girl could protest any further, Lucian threw her against the grimy wall. He had been planning to rape her until he had heard her speak, now he had lost all interest. These creatures were utterly beneath him. Not even the rapid rise and fall of her tits or the way she shook as he choked her made his cock twitch or rise. This little slut was less than an insect to him, unenlightened vermin that lived and died without really achieving anything. He'd seen and done it all thousands of times before.

He'd done everything before.

Lucian had lived the life of a libertine, pursuing beautiful women and spending his time in expensive houses of ill repute. He had spent a number of years as an anarchist. He had tried a lifetime in the limelight as a rich socialite. For half a century in a remote corner of Russia, he had convinced the local population that he was a British aristocrat. He had spent years surrounded by enough people that the disappearance of the occasional one was not noticed. He had kept blood slaves but got bored of them once they had lost all hope or were approaching death. He had even hung out with other vampires but that had also got old fast. He had a few local 'friends' but they were far younger and competition between them was fierce. Lucian had never met a vampire approaching his great age. Lucian had committed every conceivable atrocity that one man could inflict upon others, particularly hot women. His tastes would always be dark and sadistic but these days he just didn't have the will to do more than go through the motions any more. People were just too predictable and unchallenging.

Lucian waited till the junk food passed out, then let its body fall to the floor. He knelt and fed reuctantly, drinking in her youth and health, as well as the cigarettes, alcohol and ecstasy she'd consumed. The drugs flooded his own system, giving Lucian quite a buzz. She barely stirred as his powerful jaw coaxed more blood from her wounds. He drained her as much as he dared to. Modern autopsies had a lot to answer for. Nowadays he had to be so fucking careful. To disguise the puncture wounds, Lucian smashed his beer bottle and slashed her throat with it. He took her handbag and left her to bleed out. Aside from the blood, it was such a waste of good booze and drugs. He didn't usually kill because it drew too much attention but Lucian had been even more disappointed with that girl than he had expected to be and it had irked him. He would not be able to return there again, another no go area he could do without.

Lucian moved purposefully through the familiar backstreets. West London at night was his stomping ground and the seedy crucible of Soho always drew him when he was in this kind of jaded mood. Lucian found his classic 1962 Triumph Bonneville motorbike parked where he'd left it. He dropped the evidence of his crime into a pannier and some alcohol wipes cleansed his leather gloves. Lucian roared away into the night, taking an indirect route but basically heading for the plush townhouse he had further out of the city.

If that little encounter hadn't been depressing enough, Lucian now needed to find another victim before dawn. He could take so little blood from people these days without starting a manhunt for some Twilight obsessed psychopath that he was having to feed far more often than he used to, despite the added risk of being seen. Having put the whole business off for a couple of days he was now ravenous. And half drunk. And high. There was a slight colour to his pallid cheeks and his flesh was not cold but that would be fleeting. There had been a time when respectable people had stayed at home after dark, had known what vulnerable creatures they were. Now it seemed to Lucian as though nobody ever slept any more.

In the years since horses had become outmoded as vehicles Lucian had developed a love of motorcyling. It was a simple pleasure that still always soothed whatever he had in lieu of a soul, every time he fired up a decent bike. Lucian had been investing his money carefully for hundreds of years, 'dying' and then 'inheriting' his wealth and a new identity at regular intervals. He was now officially Damien Black, and now in the eighth official lifetime for which he had been alive... well, undead. It had been a few lifetimes now since he'd had to work in some capacity... well, steal.

He weaved a little unsteadily across the road, veering back into his lane when he hit the painted chevrons with their glowing cats-eyes. Lucian was unconcerned. Nothing short of a bright summer's day, total starvation or a stake through the heart would slow him down.

[I hope this is ok. I've given you the freedom to introduce your character however you want. Lucian's backstory will come out as we go along.]

 

[fuckmeat]

Name: Tabitha Addams.
Age: 18
Appearance: As attached pic. 5ft tall, 32B tits, dark green eyes.

Tabitha knew from a young age that she was different from other kids. Her mother was a witch and even her grandmother, though the old woman's powers had long faded. She had found herself with inexplicable strength when frightened or angry and when she hit puberty, Tabitha discovered she could perform small feats of telekinesis. Her mother had never been a natural as a child and found it hard to cover up Tabitha's abilities at times. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that she could be a very powerful sorceress given the right training and application.

Tabitha's father however, while he respected his wife's powers did not see witchcraft as a viable career choice. He wanted Tabitha to go to university and learn something that she could fall back on. There were tales of witches who had over-reached themselves magically and lost their powers. There were plenty of tales also about persecution by the ignorant public. So Tabitha learned from her mother's books and knowledge but she was expected to start uni with everyone else and keep her grades up. Tabitha had commenced a three year degree course in psychology. Now it was the Christmas break and she was working in a local spiritualist's store, a place she planned to take over and make more profitable someday.

At eighteen, Tabitha had already become more powerful than her mother ever was. Crystal Addams' powers were beginning to become erratic and fade as the menopause changed her. Tabitha's older sister, Sabrina, had never shown any magical potential and her brother of course, could not inherit his mother's gift. Tabitha needed someone new and more powerful to learn from but her tentative and discreet search in the local area turned up a handful of fraudsters and deluded women who thought Wicca was a faith or hobby.

Tonight though, Tabitha was having a well deserved break from study and letting her hair down. There was a local basement club called 'The Pit' that played the kind of hard rock/metal music she loved. She dressed in her usual gothic style, complete with lacy fingerless gloves and a hooded coat in sumptuous velvet. Beneath that she wore a black corset that hugged her slim body, cinching her waist in and making the most of her small breasts. A short black skirt and knee high black boots completed the look. To add some colour, various costume jewellery in reds and purples sparkled whenever she moved. Tabitha's make-up was dark and vampy. There was a guy she liked who went to the club. Tabitha was unsure about dating him though, she'd never met anyone she liked enough to risk dating them and having to tell them about her powers.

She rocked up to the club with Sabrina and her best friend Keisha. Sabrina had moved right away from Tabitha's wiccan/pagan style, dying her hair blonde and wearing lighter, more feminine colours. Keisha was a pretty mixed race girl in a slashed Tool T shirt and skintight jeans. The girls made their way to the bar and then headed for the dance floor.

 

[SapperJack]

Further west of Soho, Lucian had pulled up below a neon sign that had escaped his attention before. 'The Pit' was a basement place and he could hear the angry rock music blaring into the street. Lucian had musical tastes that spanned centuries but Mastodon suited his mood right now. He paid his money and entered the club, stalking to the bar without looking left or right, letting other people notice him. As usual, he stood at the bar for a minute or two and then moved away empty handed. There were plenty of beer bottles around and he picked one up as a prop. He moved towards the dance floor, leaning against a railing that surrounded it, checking out the moshing rock fans. A cute little goth redhead and her friends were tearing up a square of dancefloor somewhere close to the DJ. Lucian moved through the crowds to the DJ booth to request a song, a move that would bring him closer to his latest target. She was dancing harder than her friends, who didn't appear to be metalheads. Lucian snorted quietly at her exuberant naivete.

The he inhaled... and it felt as though he'd been punched in the face. He actually stepped back, overcome by a pungent aroma that he'd never smelled before.

He was 780 years old. He had travelled the world. He had lived in London for some decades now. And yet, he had never experienced anything like this smell.

It was... intoxicating. Lucian felt his mouth water and realised with sudden panic that his face was transforming to reveal his fangs. He had to go to the gents, barricade himself inside a cubicle and compose himself.

When he returned to the dancefloor's perimeter, the scent was no longer there. He strode around the club till he caught a whiff of it, then followed his nose. The goth girl. It was the goth girl he'd checked out before. There was no doubt now. She was at the bar getting another drink and her proximity made Lucian want to rip her throat out and rape the hole in her neck. It made him savage. Ravenous in a way that only a vampire can possibly be. He controlled the urge to transform but his cock rose instead, straining towards her.

All the lines he used to get girls, all the ways he isolated them... Lucian couldn't think further than that heady scent and his bone hard cock. He wasn't coherent enough to seduce or trick her.

Shit. He was staring. She had seen him staring.

Lucian was suddenly panicky and awkward. He mentally headbutted himself and forced down his desire for the girl. It was just a girl. Just a meal. Just cunt. There was always more of it.

Not like this one.

Stop it.

Lucian smiled arrogantly at the cunt's two little friends, deliberately ignoring it.

"You girls want a drink?"

The black one raised an eyebrow.

"What, both of us?" Lucian nodded, letting the mark get suitably outraged. "I'll have a Malibu and Pineapple then." She announced, before nodding towards the blonde. "She'll have a vodka redbull."

Lucian bought the drinks and handed them over. The sweetwise black chick still doubted his motives, as well she might. "What's this in aid of then?" She asked, daring Lucian to flirt with her.

"Compensation."

"What for?"

"The loss of your friend." He replied, now staring down at the little redhead bitch. His tone deepened and he bent to murmur in her ear. "You're going to dance with me."

The indignation melted from her expression, as Lucian had known it would. He took her delicate wrist in his huge hand and steered her towards the dancefloor. They made a ridiculous couple. He appeared to be fifteen years her senior and was over a foot taller than her. Lucian had a wild urge to pull her up and make her stand on his feet like a kid, just to see if she would.

He hadn't really danced since the Renaissance. He hadn't bothered with spending any time with a meal in many years. He didn't know why her exotic aroma made her that different. He was bored with his current methods of harvesting, that was the only explanation.

 

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Everything about him was wrong.

The old creep was dressed like a rock fan but one who hadn't been to a club in about a decade. Tabitha had caught him staring at her like a fat kid in a burger bar and it had made her cringe. She had abruptly turned away from him. This had apparently broken the spell she'd unwittingly cast over the stranger, because his next move was to try hitting on her sister and best friend. Classy. Tabitha kept her back to him while he bought Keisha and Sabrina drinks. She was a little put out that the girls weren't showing more solidarity but free booze was free booze. Tabitha exhaled and calmed herself. She had learned long ago that losing her temper had consequences. Usually a creep like that wouldn't have got to her but after a few vodka redbulls she was always a little more volatile than usual. Tabitha couldn't hear what he was saying above the music but the smarmy expression on his face spoke volumes. She reluctantly conceded that the old creep was reasonably good looking and oddly compelling, in an intimidating kind of way.

A less charitable voice inside Tabitha's head pouted and pointed out that she was better looking than her friends and usually got the most male attention. Sabrina had the blonde hair, sure, but she was somehow less approachable than Tabitha. Guys that she wouldn't touch with a ten foot bargepole somehow seemed to think they stood a chance with her. Perhaps her petiteness made her less intimidating. Who knew?

Suddenly a hand closed around her arm and turned her around. Tabitha stared up at the guy, expecting to be told he was going to go dance with Keisha or Sabrina or something. He leaned down to speak to her and she turned her ear towards him politely. When he spoke though, his voice was low pitched with desire. It was so unexpected that it went right through Tabitha. All her smart mouthed retorts flew out of her head. His nose brushed the skin behind her ear and he inhaled deeply, though she was wearing no scent.

"You're going to dance with me."

He didn't wait for her to consent, he straightened up until he stood too tall to be able to hear her over the hard rock pulsing through the room. He led her to the dancefloor and Tabitha went without resistance, though she cast a pleading look over her shoulder at the girls, who just laughed at her and raised their glasses.

He didn't dance so much as shuffle from foot to foot and stare at her. Tabitha was starting to get freaked out by his manner. What the hell was a guy in his thirties doing in a pit like this anyway? She could only conclude that he was a dirty old man experiencing some kind of mid-life crisis. Her own dancing lost enthusiasm and when the song ended, she was already moving away from him.

 

[SapperJack]

It was when she turned her ear towards him that it finally hit Lucian how little he had thought this through. Her neck was right there, exposed to him, her red hair cascading over her pale skin, its vividly unnatural hue putting him in mind of spilled blood. And that scent still called to him. By the time he put his lips to her earlobe he was drowning in that scent. Lucian's face prickled once more. He ached to feed on her. He had to cast his mind back to the hideous slapper he'd slain earlier in order to control his desire for this girl.

He announced that they were going to dance for lack of any better idea. In the end he wound up keeping her at arm's length while he moved vaguely with the music and stared hungrily at her little figure. No tits to speak of but she was young and beautiful. He liked her kohl smoked eyes, her pale skin and her flame red hair. Usually Lucian's interest waned in direct correlation to with time he spent interacting with a meal. For the first time in longer than he could remember that wasn't the case... not that he'd given her the opportunity to speak.

This one would be worth taking home and savouring.

This one could be a blood slave.

Almost immediately he rejected the idea. He could already see her in his mind's eye, skeletal, battered and hopeless like the others before her, crawling to his cock in the hope of earning some sustenance, humiliated by the knowledge that there would be more dignity in refusing him and dying sooner. They never did of course, the human instinct for survival defied all logic as far as Lucian was concerned. His cock twitched at the image and he suppressed his ardour once more.

Something predatory must have shown in his face. Lucian suddenly realised that she music had changed and she was moving away, taking that aroma with her.

He let her go.

Lucian knew he had freaked her out. Pursuing her now would just get him thrown out of the club for harassing her. He did what he did best, slipping into the shadows and biding his time. When she left the club with her friends he followed, tailing their cab on his bike. Her place was the last stop and as soon as the cab's indicator blinked Lucian pulled over, knowing he'd have to work quickly. At nightclubs he was 'invited' by the door staff or whoever took his money. Tabitha wasn't about to invite him into her home however, which meant Lucian couldn't touch her there.

He hung back until the taxi pulled away and then started moving swiftly and silently towards her. She was tottering unsteadily on her heels to the front door, her key in her outstretched hand. Lucian didn't want to take her here. Snatching her on her parents front doorstep was a huge risk, the kind of thing he hadn't attempted for centuries. But he wasn't going home alone now and he knew no other girl would do. He wanted this one. It had to be her and it had to be now.

He needn't have worried. Between her drunkenness and her silly heels she was as vulnerable as a day old kitten. Lucian yanked her back against his chest and clapped a gloved hand over her mouth. She tried to bite and struggle. Lucian's other hand came up to grip her head and he caught himself just before he would have wrenched her head around and snapped her neck. He had gone through a phase of doing this, in such a way that the girl was paralysed but still alive. It allowed him to feed from and then dispose of them with total ease. Lucian admitted to himself that he might have been getting lazy in his old age, which would account for the rut he was in. He deliberately moved his other hand down to hold her upper body against him, letting her feet flail.

"We must stop meeting like this." He murmured sardonically. "People will talk."

Lucian looked over his shoulder and deduced that his bike was too far away. He released the girl and while she was still in shock over that, he punched her in the back of the head, catching her as she crumpled to the floor. Her porcelain skin was exquisite. He wanted every mark on it to be his doing.

Lucian's unnatural strength made short work of carrying the girl to his bike. Then he had the dilemma of how to get her home. His panniers turned up a cloth he used to wipe the bike's mirrors and a bunjee cord that was handy for strapping larger items down. He sat the girl astride the bike and held her up by her hair while he stuffed the cloth into her mouth. His motorcycle helmet disguised the gag well enough. Then he twisted in the seat and pulled her arms around his chest, wrapping the bunjee cord around her wrists until she was bound to his upper body. She was so short it didn't matter that her feet were dangling. Lucian drove her home, detouring through backstreets to avoid getting stopped by a cop for having no crash hat on himself.

Finally they reached his three story townhouse, where the basement garage's electronic door admitted them. She was awake now, he had felt her moving behind him. Lucian simply got off of the bike and compelled her to follow behind him, striding quickly enough that she had to trot in her heels.

He liked his basement. Lucian had spent many of his earlier years inhabiting a crypt but once he had gained wealth he had moved away to places with some mod cons. Having travelled the world, he had eventually returned to London, where his crypt still stood. Lucian had had it moved stone by stone to this basement, to the anger and distress of the family who had been laying their dead to rest there. Lucian had blown a hole in the ground and strewn some rubble around, convincing them it had been destroyed.

The gothic features of the crypt now adorned his basement, along with the things he had acquired during his vampiric youth, when rape and torture had been new and exciting hobbies. Lucian had embraced the amorality that characterised vampires like a second childhood. After Flavia... but now was not the time to think about her. Lucian tensed as anger blazed within him, both at her and at himself for his stupidity.

He gripped the meal's arms and moved her around him until she was facing his front, her hands tied behind his back. Lucian removed the crash helmet, drinking in her exquisite little face. Her arms only just went around him and being pressed to his front made her squirm against Lucian's growing erection. He pulled the cloth from her mouth but before she could draw breath to scream he got there first, shrieking like a girl, his eyes bulging out of his head with the effort of it, an insane grin lighting his face. Just as swiftly he regained total composure, sneering down at the bitch while she tried futilely to move back away from his cock.

"Soundproofed." He said. "Feel free to express yourself."

He pushed her down to her knees as one of his appetites managed to get the upper hand. This made her bound hands slide down over his ass and left her face to face with his cock. Lucian stared down at her, her black eye make up now streaked down her face, terror and tears in her eyes, her red hair all mussed up from the crash helmet. She was beautiful. Lucian's gaze remained hard, though backlit by his obvious amusement.

"I'm going to free my cock and you're going to suck it." The total panic that filled her big green eyes told Lucian she had never done this before. He was pleasantly shocked. He hadn't cornered a virgin in a very long time. These days they were rare, especially hot ones. "You're going to show some enthusiasm. And if I feel your teeth," he grabbed a fistful of her hair and lifted her slightly, backhanding her firmly across the mouth, "I will punch them out of your skull."

He dropped her, his hands flying to his belt buckle.

"Any questions?"

He realised that he hadn't heard her speak yet. Lucian bitterly hoped that this didn't turn out to be another brain dead little chav bitch. He'd be very disappointed if so.

He paid zero attention to whatever she said in reply. Lucian freed a fully hard eight inch cock, pulsing with the blood he had stolen from his earlier victim. It would still feel oddly cool in her mouth but not cadaveric. He let it hang heavily between them. Let her come and get it.

 

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Tabitha's head lifted slightly and then lolled back again, the unexpected weight of the crash helmet pulling it down. She opened her eyes, falling into blackness, a sea of stars that swirled around her. Tabitha's body flinched. She was bound, her wrists were bound to something in front of her. This time she managed to raise her head successfully and saw unfamiliar streets whizzing by. She registered the bike engine thrumming beneath her, her feet dangling in mid air and most significantly, the driver she was tied to shifting slightly as he steered.

By the time they arrived at his place Tabitha was fully conscious, though still quite drunk. She had no time to take in her surroundings before her kidnapper dismounted and dragged her along with him. She was forced to totter behind him in her heels, unable to see anything but his broad back. Then he took hold of her arms and pulled her around his body until she faced him. By this time she had assumed he was the creep from the club but it gave Tabitha no satisfaction to be proven right. He leered down at her as he removed her helmet and then the gag. By this time Tabitha was shaking with terror, not least because his cock was pressing into her stomach.

He screamed. The shock of that was so total that Tabitha screamed too, tears starting in her eyes now. He was deranged. He was going to kill her.

"Soundproofed." He said. "Feel free to express yourself."

He gripped her shoulders and pushed her down his body, making her slide down against his erection, forcing her to her knees. Tabitha stared up at him pleadingly, panic rising within her, along with something deeper. Between the booze and the terror she had done nothing to resist him and that knowledge burned within her now.

"I'm going to free my cock and you're going to suck it."

Tabitha could feel the power welling within her as he towered over her. She had never been stupid enough to try wielding it when drunk but desperate times called for desperate measures. Adrenaline spiked her heart rate further, especially when he threatened to start punching teeth out of her head.

"Any questions?"

Reason told Tabitha that trying to do anything while she was still bound to him was a bad idea. She didn't want to suck his cock though. The huge organ was pulled out millimetres from her face and he jerked it a couple of times before letting it fall in front of her mouth. Tabitha turned her face away. The power in her veins began to consume her, demanding release. Her body temperature began to rise with the effort of not lashing out uncontrollably and harming herself as much as him.

"You don't want to do this!" She cried.

 

[SapperJack]

"You don't want to do this!"

Her breath was hot on the tip of his cock, too fucking hot. Lucian wrenched her head back by the hair and looked into her eyes. Only then did he realise what she had said; not 'don't do this' but 'you don't want to.' At first he laughed aloud but the sincerity in her frightened little face was enough to give him pause. And now she was too hot. Lucian did not want his cock going into a mouth that warm. What the hell was going on here? Whatever this was, Lucian decided that he didn't want to be exposing his most vulnerable organ to unknown risk.

Deftly, he tucked himself away. Lucian then drew a flick-knife from his pocket, waving it theatrically in front of her face. Little bitch wasn't to know he was far more dangerous than this little prop.

"Get down on the floor, face down."

He watched her obey and then stepped out of the circle of her bound hands. He was exercising caution. He, Lucian Black, a vampire who had survived nearly eight centuries, was wary of this one little girl. Uncertainty like this was something he experienced very rarely. It was invigorating. Before his quarry had the chance to do anything stupid Lucian set a booted foot on her bound wrists and bore down with a fair proportion of his weight. Now she was pinned and in considerable pain. Lucian bleached the humanity from his gaze and spoke in a low growl that brooked no disagreement, enunciating carefully as though addressing a wayward child.

"What you don't want to do is piss me off." He dug his heel into her fair skin, feeling his cock surge as she squealed and squirmed at his feet. Lucian's tone became more incredulous. "I give you a perfectly simple set of instructions and you respond with a riddle. Either you're incapable of doing what the fuck you're told or you're suicidal... either of which I can work with, believe me."

He ground down against supple flesh and fragile bone, resting his hands on his knee and leaning forwards to regard her dispassionately. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

"This would be the time to explain yourself and start begging for mercy... just a suggestion."

He returned to stand full height, watching her writhe in pain. It was getting him hard, as should be obvious from her vantage point.