YoungLisa
She Wolf
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Ashley struggled with the two personalities that inhabited her soma. Memories of her life as Ashley of her mother, her father and all the horrors attached to that mixed with those of her Tudor life as Melaven. How she had sought refuge from the King’s men by hiding in the crypt at St Peter ad Vincula only to become food for Roger de Blythe, a vampire she fell in love with. How he had promised her eternal life as he implanted his venom and how when her own craving for blood got out of control he betrayed her to Wolsey’s men and himself plunged the stake deep into her heart.
She recalled how with her dying breath she had promised revenge and cursed the Tudor Dynasty. “Within a generation no one of that blood line will sit on the Throne of England!” Her words had come true yet she had slept soundly until the warmth of blood had brought part of her back to life.
Luckily for her few people believed in vampires in the twenty first century. True, movies like Twilight and TV series like the Vampire Diaries had promoted the subject as popular tales but no one really believed they existed.
Waiting outside a gymnasium dressed in short tennis clothes Ashley saw John Halifax, Britain’s best hope in generations for the Wimbledon title. Approaching him, engaging him in conversation and holding his mind in her hypnotic gaze Halifax soon invited her into his Ferrari Convertible where they drove to his home in St George’s Hill Surrey.
The sex was amazing as both reached climax after climax. Eventually Halifax begged to be allowed to sleep and as he slept Ashley used her fangs to break the flesh of his neck and drained his body of blood. The action was so swift the victim couldn’t even cry out in horror, instead he jerked twice before lying back dead.
Invigorated by the energy of the living blood Ashley made her way out of the complex, past the guard who she seductively smiled at and onto the open road. She didn’t realise her image was again captured by CCTV and would soon be on the front page of every newspaper.
She recalled how with her dying breath she had promised revenge and cursed the Tudor Dynasty. “Within a generation no one of that blood line will sit on the Throne of England!” Her words had come true yet she had slept soundly until the warmth of blood had brought part of her back to life.
Luckily for her few people believed in vampires in the twenty first century. True, movies like Twilight and TV series like the Vampire Diaries had promoted the subject as popular tales but no one really believed they existed.
Waiting outside a gymnasium dressed in short tennis clothes Ashley saw John Halifax, Britain’s best hope in generations for the Wimbledon title. Approaching him, engaging him in conversation and holding his mind in her hypnotic gaze Halifax soon invited her into his Ferrari Convertible where they drove to his home in St George’s Hill Surrey.
The sex was amazing as both reached climax after climax. Eventually Halifax begged to be allowed to sleep and as he slept Ashley used her fangs to break the flesh of his neck and drained his body of blood. The action was so swift the victim couldn’t even cry out in horror, instead he jerked twice before lying back dead.
Invigorated by the energy of the living blood Ashley made her way out of the complex, past the guard who she seductively smiled at and onto the open road. She didn’t realise her image was again captured by CCTV and would soon be on the front page of every newspaper.