Vampire of Shadow Manor - 1 male vamp needed - Open

[TheNiteSiren]

I completely and utterly hate living in the dorm but my mother said what she usually said. Amelia Jean, You will learn how to survive on your own much better by living in the dorm. What my mother did take into consideration was the fact that I have always been a ‘geek’. There was a group of girls in the dorm that were targeting me all the time. I have been the victim of pranks, theft and defamation of my favorite books. My father always said I inherited my temperament from him. It took him a long time to simmer until he reached full boil but when it did, it lasted a long time. It wasn’t healthy to spend your nights crying into your pillow. There was no reason for them to treat me this way. I was lying in bed but this time I was crying because my boyfriend had just broken up with so he could date this little cheerleader.

We had never gone all the way before and it had been a bone contention between us. I wanted to wait till the time was right but it never felt right with him. I did care about him though. He was my first love and my best friend for a long time. He had gone off to California State to go to school. I had been waiting for the kiss off letter for a while. Delusional is one thing I am not. I’m definitely not diva material.

It was Halloween night in Salem and everyone was celebrating. There was a knock at the door and a familiar face popped in. “Oh go away.” Marcy was one of the Barbie doll group that had been giving me hell. It didn’t make sense that she’d come visit me in my room, let alone knock. “OUT!” The red head pouted at me and really wanted to roll my eyes. “Alright, what is it?” Out of the group, Marcy had to be the tamest which is why I helped her out on occasion. “There’s a get together at that old manor tonight. The place gives the creeps but I think I would be fine with a friend.” So that was the problem. Showing any kind of weakness in that pack would get you labelled consumption. “Alright. I’ll go.” She gave me a tight hug. “Marcy, oxygen.” I’m a small girl for 20 years old but I inherited that from my mother.

The party wasn’t a costume one which made me happy. I was too old to be prancing about as a witch or fairy. That was for the kids. I should have known something was up when Marcy insisted on using her car. The only cars in the driveway of Shadow Manor were the cars of the people she didn’t want to see. As soon as we drove up, Marcy turned to me with tears in her eyes. “They made me.” Someone yanked me out the car and dragged me inside the very creepy house. It almost felt like someone was watching all of this. Zack was the head member of this pack and his girlfriend Melanie was the worst of the bunch. “What the hell do you guys want?”

Melanie walked straight up to me and slapped in the face so hard that I nearly tumbled down to the floor. I swore I heard a growl from somewhere I the shadows. “I want my dorm building to spic free.” That nearly chilled me to the bone. My mother had talked about the problems was racism on campus since she taught Spanish there. “Maybe you get a reality check, Barbie. It’s 2013. I was born here and I have just as much a right to be there as you do. At least I’m not some dumb ass trust fund baby who can’t work because she might chip a nail.” I held a full time job. The cost of schooling for me was reduce since my mother was staff but the rest was up to me.

That evil bitch kicked me in the stomach and knocked the wind from me. All I felt were the blows from the girls and their boyfriends. Very classy. These guys had absolutely no problem beating me nearly half to death because of the color of my skin. My last few thoughts as I dripped blood on the hardwood floor were: ‘I can’t die here. I haven’t lived yet.’

 

[Dreamweaver28]

For over one century I had lived there and little more than a mouse had dared to enter my home without my approval. But, times are changing, far too rapidly, and nearly impossible for me to keep up anymore. There is no such thing as honor and tradition in this world and I had enough of it. Eternity had sounded good at one time as had social gatherings, alcohol, and women. No, I am not a ghost, but I am that eternal demon that so many have gotten wrong and distorted throughout the ages. I am considered a vampire, though I despise that name, and am one of the few that remain in this area of the world. At one time I had a legion of minions, many brides, but now I am alone and bitter with the loss of my beloved.

Sleep, it's all I do anymore, for with it I have not the need to feast. For decades I can last on my reserves and I have prepared myself to enter a long hibernation. Nearly everything had been made ready, like the slaves of the Egyptian pharaohs had done for their long sleep, for while I am in that state I am most vulnerable.

But, on this night everything would change. A level of violence, that I had not seen in some time, would reinvigorate me. From the shadows of the second floor terrace I had watched them beat her, young, desirous women all, their carotid artery a beacon for my golden lustful eyes.

The beating continued and my lust grew that the level of violence. The drop of blood upon my floor awakened me.

"I suggest you all leave my estate," I said, taking one slow, confident step down the stairs after another. They all looked up at me, I was no sissy vampire as had been made famous in movies as of late. My body was that of a warrior for my maker wanted a being that was strong, whose body would not weaken with eons.

Tall, powerful, and handsome. That was what all vampires were. We are a proud race and chose only the best to join our ranks.

"My name is Darius Kivalli'a, and I will not bother to call the authorities," I said, my eyes zooming on the women, as if looking at them all at the same time. They all swooned at my regard of their beauty, to the notice of their boyfriends, but the men were all weak inside and feared what I would do to them.

"This is your last warning," I said, telling them yet again, and the men moved to leave, but the women all remained. It wasn't until they were practically dragged that they were led away. Only one remained, the woman who had been beaten, whose thoughts pleaded for life.

Before me laid a tiny woman, not powerful, but incredibly beautiful despite the beating she had taken. As a knelt and leaned close into her my cold hand laid on her cheek as I wiped away the blood from her lip with my thumb. In an instant I tasted it, delicious it was, and the cold air from my lungs brushed over her face.

"Amelia, my child," I said, knowing her name, "Let me help you to your feet." I offered her my hand as my eyes bore into her own. She was a young woman and to her I was a much older man, but that was a poor guess for I was really much older than that. My voice impacted her not as it had the other women for I found no need to use my supernatural charming abilities on a woman that would be glad for my rescue.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

I could barely make anything out as I drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain didn’t bother me so much as the feeling of being so helpless. I was 108 pounds, very dainty for someone my age. A big hand touched my cheek and my heart started to calm. One of my eyes was swollen but the other slowly opened to see him. His voice wasn’t like anything I ever heard before. It vibrated through my body like the beats of a drum. I took his hand, not thinking about how it was that he knew my name. It was strange that I never knew someone lived here. I had lived in Salem all my life and the families here gossiped. No one’s business was kept to themselves. Darius felt so strong. “Thank you.” I was grateful for the help since I didn’t think I could have gotten up on my own.

This was going to be a hell of a predicament. “Ow! Ow!” I had tried put weight on my left ankle and felt something crunch. “One of guys was wearing work boots.” I found my way to a chair from his arms. Being that close to him was a little unnerving for a girl who had only been kissed and fondled a bit. This was no boy, not by a long shot. Things got more interesting when I saw that the idiot had smashed the iphone my Papi had saved up to buy me for my last birthday. You could still see the picture of Papi and me as the wallpaper with a big smile on his face.

Latin women are rumored to be hot temper. That is putting it mildly. A string of curses in Spanish came flying out before I could catch myself. When I remembered my knight in shining armor, my hand immediately went to my mouth. “Sorry. I know that’s not very ladylike but they made me so angry.” I could feel my heart beating just a bit harder than it was five minutes ago and this wasn’t from fear. “Look, I need a doctor or something. I can’t go home because this will freak my folks out and they have enough to worry about.”

My hair had come loose of its pony tail and was trailing down my shoulders. There was something in the way he watched me. “You wouldn’t have a cell phone or maybe a landline?” If it weren’t for the few words in English I had already heard out of his mouth, I would have thought he was some foreign eccentric.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Bruised and battered though she was I had seen worse and done much worse. Plus, it didn't matter what she looked like at the moment for in his arms she was still a meal to be. I smiled at the thought as I looked at her neck as she hung limply in my arms. It was easy to help her to her feet, but I didn't yet reply as I considered draining her immediately. I had never been one to hold back my need to feed, in fact I had often made the mistake of draining a victim too quickly when I would have preferred a toy. You would think time and experience would make me more careful, but that was far from the truth. When it came to blood I could barely ever resist the need.

The woman was tiny in my arms and her ankle was obvious injured as she hopped immediately when putting any sort of weight upon it. So, I did what was best for her and helped her to a couch. However, she stopped immediately as she looked at her broken phone and let out a long line of profanity, all of which he of course understood. "It is quite alright, appropriate actually," I said, leaning in and brushing back her hair which had now fallen upon her face. My touch, though cold, had the ability to make women often do whatever I wanted of them. But, like before, I avoided using any of my supernatural abilities to twist her free will. I knew they were not needed.

"I have no phone, but I am a trained physician," I said in Spanish, which was true, as I had been a doctor once and now had a strong desire to make all her pain go away. "If you shall let me, I can care for your wounds," I continued in Spanish as I also laid my hand upon her cheek and brushed over a bruise lightly.

The increased flow of blood due to her injuries caused me to begin to lose myself as I felt my phallus begin to stir. That was the mistake most believed about my kind, we still felt attraction and lust of the more instinctual nature of humans. In fact, our lust for sex was as great as a teenage boy if not even greater.

As I leaned in my icy cold breath caressed her neck as I lifted her into my arms easily. It was the only influence I directed into her mind, that she should stay and then for her to sleep. My influence could not be denied, of course, and within seconds her eyes closed.

Now, alone with her, all it would take would be a bite and a long drain of her blood, but for whatever reason I did not wish to change her in this moment. Oh yes, she was surely too pure and beautiful to kill. As she slept, and looked so fresh, there was only one thing I could do to heal her instantly, and that was drink of her briefly to send my own healing cells within her.

As I leaned down upon her the warmth of her body sent me into such a state of lust, but I put everything I could into control and thus bit lightly into her neck and took only a brief drink. The desire was difficult to resist for the blood of a virgin was better than anything else we knew. However, as the seconds passed quickly her ankle popped back into place as did a rib, and the bruises drained from her face.

She was perfect yet again, no sign of any injury, and was so beautiful in sleep. As I stood there I wiped a line a blood as it ran down my chin and sucked it from my finger. Delicious.

Now awake. I command you. Soon you will like me and be mine, but for now, let's play.

I stood before her, my massive frame towering over her, my tight pants seemingly barely able to contain my excitement.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

I was a little antsy about letting this stranger examine me but he had done nothing to harm me so far so I went on a leap of faith. His touch made my body break out in goose bumps. “I would be grateful for anything you could so.” His stature reminded me of someone from decades ago as if he had stepped out of the pages of one of my history books. It was hard not to stare at him, that handsome face seemed almost otherworldly.

There was another presence within my mind, causing me to lose consciousness again. I fought it and lost, the darkness taking me again. There a slight prick of pain at my neck and the sensation was almost erotic. The low moan in my sleep could not be helped. My body began to contort as it healed but in the state I was in, there was no pain. Just as suddenly as I fell into the darkness, I was out of it.

I looked at my body, confused by what I saw. The bruises and cuts were gone as if the attack had never happened. The way he was looking at me gave me the chills down my back. Not the bad kind which was different. It had been a long while since I felt an attraction this strong. Be his? Play? Instead of being afraid like most girls, I was intrigued by him. The rush of air caught me by surprise.

We were in another part of the house. I was in his arms just a tad breathless from the experience and from his holding me. It is very hard for someone so inexperienced to really hide when they’re aroused. It was very clear that he wasn’t human but then what was he? My clothes were tattered and smeared with the dirt my attackers had tracked in, blood was on my white blouse too.
“You can put me down, Darrius. I’m not going anywhere.” Once I was on my own two feet I walked to a small chair where a white satin gown lay. The color was beautiful, the material softer than anything I had ever felt. Without asking and without thinking, I pulled off the tatter blouse I wore. I knew he was watching as I disrobed, my nipples peeked. Once I disrobed, I noticed a basin bowl in the corner. Using a small cloth, I wiped away the last remnants of the attack that had nearly killed me

Once the material of the gown floated around my body and against my skin, I sighed in pleasure of the feel of it. Neatly I folded the rags that had been my clothing for the day. There was a massive four poster bed in the room, the wooden areas carved with beautiful patterns. The sheets were black while the comforter was a red with black embroidering on it. I thought I heard another growl but this sounded different than the one she heard the first time. Most girls would be scared, not me. I did something different and walked straight up to him, kissing him on the lips. It wasn’t like those kisses you see in the movies, it was almost innocent, a virgin's plea to be touched. Next move was his.