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Just remembering it sends another rush through my body. I need more of it. I must live in it all forever.
I sit down at my kitchen table with a piece of paper and a pen. He’ll come back tonight, I’m sure of that. I’ll just let him know he’s welcome inside. I start writing:
Thank you for the bracelet. It’s almost as lovely as the feeling of your bite. I can’t stop thinking about it. I need more of you. I’m off work tonight. Why don’t you join me inside, while I’m awake this time.
On another day, maybe I’d think of something more poetic to write. But I barely graduated high school and flunked out of college, so maybe not. Besides, my head is swimming with all the things my admirer might do to me next. I’m surprised I even managed to write anything coherent.
I hurry back down stairs with the note. If he was watching me when I found the gift, I hope he’s still hanging around. Or at least comes by again to find the note.
With a quick scan of my street, I see no one. But if I’ve learned anything these past few days, it’s that that doesn’t mean anything. I lightly place the note down and hurry back inside.
Waiting for him is like a whole new type of torture. Maybe this is all part of the game he’s playing with me. Toying with his prey.
I flop down on my couch to wait for my admirer to arrive. My head continues to swim with thoughts of him. I need to distract myself, that should help with the wait.
But nothing manages to pass the time. I try to watch some TV, all the actors look just like him. Grabbing a random book off my bookshelf leads to me reading a story about a vampire and young woman. I don’t even remember buying this.
I try to think of literally anything else. The more I try to push the thoughts of him out of my head, the more they’re replaced with worry and doubt. What am I doing?
Have I made a mistake? Is letting this guy in the worst idea I’ve ever had? I’m strong but can I hold off a vampire if things go too far?
What if the content of the note was wrong? Maybe he doesn’t want to be invited in like that. I could’ve ruined the enjoyment of hunting me without even realizing it.
But no. He’s left me gift after gift and the jealousy last night was real. A little note won’t ruin things. Plus, I could definitely beat his ass if needed. What am I even scared of?
Eventually, I let the thoughts of him return. I decide to let them take over. I lay down on the couch and close my eyes.
I imagine him holding me down on the couch. His fangs teasing my skin. Flashes of him tearing off my shirt invade my mind. I can’t help but imagine doing the same to him.
My hands start to drift down to the waist of my pants. My fingers start to slip under but I stop myself. I should leave myself ready for him, purring and begging for his touch.
I open my eyes and see night as fallen outside. My excitement grows in my chest. I can hardly breathe, he must be almost here.
A knock bangs against my door. In an instant, I’m already racing to it. I fling the door open and there he stands, towering over me.
“Come in,” I somehow manage to say.
“Thank you.” His voice is very charming and smooth when he’s not threatening to bite me.
I lead him inside. In the light of my apartment, it dawns on me. I know this guy. I couldn’t recognize him last night in the dark. This is that PEACE officer that came into the bar that night.
“Caspian… Right?” He follows me into my living room. Weirdly, he’s keeping his distance. Maybe he’s waiting to see why I invited him in.
“Yes… And here I thought all the faces blended together.”
“Well, yours is… different.”
He continues to keep his distance. This is a perfect moment to take my own control over him. I won’t go over to him. He must come to me.
I lean my back against the nearest wall and look him in the eyes. My hands start down low. They rub against my pussy over my jeans. His eyes remain locked on mine.
My hands move up to my tits. I purposefully didn’t put on a bra just for this moment. I squeeze them together and pinch my nipples through my shirt. They instantly get hard and poke against the fabric.
Still, his eyes remain on mine. I appreciate the dedication to whatever it is he’s doing. He’s holding himself back, waiting for something.
I know I’m playing a dangerous game. That sends another rush through my body. Anything could be the final straw that sets him off. Who knows what will finally send this violent beast of a man charging at me.
But then, once again, it dawns on me. He’s a vampire. I know exactly what he wants.
