You slip down the narrow side street. You linger in a shadow behind a dumpster for a few seconds, waiting for a small group of scantily clad women in their early twenties to pass before making your move. They are too busy chatting to notice you, anyway.
With new found agility, you dart over to the drainpipe, scale it in a matter of seconds and slip in through the window. You silently land on the floor of a small, neat living room. You find that the dark no longer impairs your vision, and you scan the room. A poster fo a puppy in a flower pot, a bookcase laden with Martina Cole books and a few DVDs, and a door. You head immediately for the door, unable to contain your instinct for much longer. You pass through a narrow hallway and arrive at a closed door at the end. Carefully, you open the door and slip in. Your sixth sense was correct.
Laying in bed is a slim woman aged about 25. She is laying on her side, and her long, blonde hair is bunched over to one side of the pilow, revealing the smooth, creamy flesh of her neck. The blanket she is sleeping under is pulled down a little, and you can see her sizeable tits, barely covered by the sky blue cotton pyjama vest she is wearing. A pale brown mole on her breast draws your eye to her cleavage.
Your hunger is now mixed with arousal, and your cock stirs. You step in closer to claim your first victim. You're not sure of the effect that feeding on this woman will have on her, but you figure that unlike in your case, she won't become a vampire. If that happened every time a vampire fed, you reason, then the whole world would be overrun in no time. You decide to be careful not to draw too much blood. After all, you don't want to kill her. You lean in to the woman's neck, and get an aroma of coconut from her skin. Suddenly, she moves! She stirs in her sleep, and you recoil quickly. You freeze, unable to move for fear of making a noise. |