In honor of Halloween (my favorite holiday!), I wrote a vampire-themed short story for you guys! Enjoy!
Contains explicit sexual content. Only for readers 18+
Finally coming to what looked a driveway, my driver slowed down. Having been following the dark, private coastal road for at least fifteen minutes, I was just relieved we weren’t lost. For only being an hour south of San Francisco, it sure felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. Pulling onto the small road, we began our ascent. Bordered by rows of illuminated Black Walnut trees, we followed the gravel road until it ended at an enormous, roundabout driveway.
Growing more anxious by the second, I began imagining who would be there tonight. I knew the party would most likely be full of socialites, celebrities, politicians, you name it. And if that wasn’t enough, I knew that the other half of the guests were probably going to be vampires. Yeah, that’s right. You heard me. Vampires. Even being around just one was equally unnerving as it was distracting, but how was I going to manage having to socialize with a whole party of them? You might be wondering how I ended up in this predicament. Well, when your recently-appointed vampire employer that’s paying you five times your normal salary to complete a project for him makes it clear that he really, really wants you to attend his party, you can’t really say no, can you?
Finally reaching the estate, I admired the massive home for a few moments through my window as we waited behind two other cars. The exterior crafted entirely of stone, lush, unruly vines had already made their way up a third of the mansion’s height. Judging from the size of it as I continued to survey it, I guessed it had to be at least fourteen or fifteen bedrooms. Reaching for my compact out of my clutch, I checked my mauve lipstick and straightened my wavy red hair as we pulled
As the valet opened my door I had to remind myself to take a breath. Smoothing down my indigo velvet evening gown as I stepped out of the car, I journeyed to the front door. Before I made it all the way over, René suddenly swung it open.
His broad, six foot two frame filled up most of the doorway. Wearing a burgundy velvet tuxedo jacket and black slacks, I felt my breaths already begin to come quicker. His windblown, coffee-brown hair, his sculpted features...he looked right off a damn billboard. Looking me up and down with his knee-weakening, icy gaze as I approached, I prayed I wouldn’t trip.
“Did you smell me through the door?” I teased, crinkling my brows at him.
“Something like that. Good evening, Emily,” he greeted me as he reached for my hand and planted a kiss on it, his old world charm disarming me as usual.
Even though we had been working together for over three months and I should have been used to it by now, it still made my thirty-year-old self feel like a high school girl on her first date.
Handing me the glass of red wine he was holding, he asked, “How was your drive here?”
“It was nice, but sending a driver for me was totally unnecessary.”
“I’m not going to invite you all the way out here and expect you drive yourself. That would be insanely rude. Now, would the the lady like a tour?”
“If you’re willing to give me one,” I answered as I stepped into the gigantic, marble-floored foyer. “This place looks...incredible.”
“There’s nothing I’d enjoy more. This way,” he said and spread his arm open towards the imperial staircase behind him.
Following behind him, we hung a right once we reached the top and began walking down what seemed to be a never-ending hallway. He showed me room after room, each one as beautiful as the next. We finally ended in an extravagant bedroom that was at least double the size of the others. The west-facing side of the bedroom was entirely glass and offered stunning views of the ocean. In the center of the room, a huge, four-poster bed sat against the wall, a white down comforter and an array of throw pillows sitting on top of it. As I continued staring at it, I suddenly realized how large both the frame and mattress were. Given how enormous the room was, they didn’t seem unusually big until you really took a second to look at it.
“What size bed is this?” I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity. “I didn’t know Sleep Number made California Kings on steroids.”
“They don’t. I had it specially designed,” he replied, a ghost of a grin tugging at his lips.
“I see,” I said as I glanced towards it once more, wondering why someone would need a bed that could fit at least four or five people. Well, I can certainly think of one reason…I thought to myself, my cheeks nearly turning red at the idea of René in bed with a group of three or four humans having a full-on blood orgy.
After surveying the room for a few more moments I followed him out onto the balcony.
“Is it weird to have already gotten everything you’ve ever wanted out of life? I mean, what do you have to look forward to? Asking for your book, of course,” I teased as I leaned over the balcony and rested my elbows on the stone railing.
“And who says I’ve attained everything I want yet? Now that we’re on the subject, what do you want out of life, Emily?”
“Oh, now he’s going to get all existential on me? I don’t know if I should answer that with a glass of wine in me.”
“I disagree entirely. Your slight intoxication will hopefully provide at least a halfway truthful answer,” he teased, leaning his hip against the balcony and turning his body towards me. His broad, imposing frame towering over me, the way the moonlight illuminated his icy, penetrating gaze, the refreshing, citrus-noted scent of his cologne...thoughts of us ending up in his bed together suddenly sprang into my mind. He doesn’t want you like that, stupid...I reminded myself. Well, at least I think he doesn’t...
“I guess the same cliché as every other human. To have a decent career, a couple of kids and live happily ever after,” I answered and glanced to the ocean. “Must be a reason that seems to be most people’s preferred blueprint.”
“I’d say the reason is because most people are mindless lemmings.”
“That’s kind of harsh,” I responded with a light chuckle.
“It’s not their fault. One of life’s most difficult tasks is learning how to reach your own conclusions, which is why most people avoid it. Now, what do you really want?”
At his words, I continued staring out at the ocean for several moments before answering. The full moon now beaming down on the dark waters, I watched one wave after another rise up and violently crash down into it, temporarily disrupting the still water with its short-lived glory before becoming a part of it once more.
“I guess to enjoy it as much as possible,” I finally answered as I looked back to him. “After all, life is so brief. And also to hopefully make at least somewhat of a minsule impact, whatever that means.”
“So she’s mostly a self-proclaimed hedonist, then?”
“Hedonism is a far cry away from simply wanting to enjoy life,” I corrected him.
“I don’t know why you’re getting so defensive,” he teased with an entertained sideways grin, his crystal-colored eyes full of amusement. He then took another step closer to me. Instead of remaining at the balcony as I expected, he wandered behind me and planted his long arms on the railing on either side of me, imprisoning me against it. His chest now only inches from my back, I suddenly forgot how to breathe. He then slowly leaned down, his face only inches from mine.
“I’m not disapproving,” he said into my ear, his voice low and provocative.
Unable to think of anything to say, and unsure if I even maintained the capacity to speak, I simply stood there in silence.
“Your hair look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he said, his smooth, velvety voice exciting every centimeter of me. He then placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers slowly caressing down my hair.
Suddenly a voice broke our intense silence.
“René, are you up here? I haven’t seen you in ages!” A woman called out, her buttery English accent making her statement sound even that much more urgent.
Realizing it actually could have been literally ages since they’ve seen each other if she was one of his vampire friends, I let out a quiet chuckle to myself.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” he halfway turned around and answered her and then leaned down towards me again. “Ready to go join the party, Miss Archer?”
Turning around, I hooked my arm into René’s waiting one and followed him back downstairs.
***
Three hours and two more glasses of wine later, and I was one of the only remaining guests. Sitting on one of the living room’s loveseats with in mid-conversation with René, the crackling logs of the fireplace illuminating us, I glanced towards the grand piano near the window. The moonlight shining down on it, it’s emerald-colored, malachite surface and gold details almost seemed to come alive.
“It’s begging for you to play it,” he said as he looked back towards it and then to me.
“I promise I don’t play as good as you’re expecting. And I don’t even know if I’m worthy to play such a uniquely beautiful piano.”
“Of course you’re worthy. And if you need an extra hand, I’ll be happy to help out.”
“You’ve been warned,” I said with a grin and wandered over to the piano.
Brushing my fingers along the smooth, gleaming keys as I descended onto the bench, I began pondering what to play.
Looking over to him, I asked, “What’re you in the mood for, Mr. Lavoisier?’’
“Ladies choice,” he said as he got up and wandered to the back of the couch and leaned against it.
Staring at me, his unblinking gaze damn near incapacitating me, I didn’t know how the hell I’d even manage to hit one key properly.
“I think I’ll play something a little on the darker side.”
Beginning to play the first notes of Moonlight Sonata, I glanced up and noticed a look of approval on his features. Continuing to play it, I was surprised I remembered how. Soon hitting the, I then looked back over to René.
“That was spectacular.”
“Thanks, but I fucked up twice. I’m sure you noticed.”
“A mistruck key an onlooker can look past, but a song played without feeling is painful to watch. Your performance had more feeling than most professionals I’ve seen play.”
“Oh, stop,” I said with a dismissive wave, my cheeks beginning to burn. “Now it’s your turn.”
Walking over to where he was standing, he then journeyed over to bench.
“I’ll play one of my favorites for you,” he said as he positioned his long, slender fingers on the keys.
“Oooh, this should be good.”
Suddenly his fingers began to move at lightspeed. Watching him hit key after key with such precision, I was entranced. The chaotic, soul-wrenching melody filling the entire living room, I felt my eyes begin to water. For the next eight minutes, I didn’t look away.
“Wow. I have no words,” I said as he finished.
Patting the seat with his long fingers, I wandered over and joined him at the bench.
“I’ve always wanted to learn to play some of Chopin’s faster compositions, but they’re just way beyond my skill level. That was amazing.”
“It’s no different than playing anything else. You just have to hit one key after the other.”
Watching his fingers hit the first eight keys, he prompted me to do the same. Copying him, it sounded correct. Repeating this for the next half hour, we added more and more every time.
“Well it’s good to know that I can play a total of fifteen seconds of it,” I finally said with a chuckle. “Anyways...it’s getting really late. I should probably go.”
“Stay the night,” he offered. “It’s not like I don’t have a shortage of guest rooms.”
His words shocking me as much as they excited me, I didn’t know how to respond.
“I think that might be a conflict of interest,” I finally said.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“Since I’m still in the process of writing your autobiography, that technically makes you my boss.”
“If I’m your ‘boss’ as you say, doesn’t that mean I make the rules?” He teased, a sensuous gleam illuminating his icy eyes as he stared down at me.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I considered his offer. What was the worst that could happen? I was having an amazing time so far, and I didn’t have any plans tomorrow. I had to wonder, though...was he trying to get me to stay over just so he could drink from me? Not that the idea was repulsive. A part of me had wanted to try it ever since we first met. Over the years I had heard from several people that it was almost as enjoyable as sex. Something you ‘had’ to try if you got the chance.
“I guess I could stay,” I finally said.
“I can show you to your room at anytime. I know how you humans need your sleep.”
“A shower sounds really good right now, if that’s okay.”
“Or I can draw a bath for you,” he offered.
“Oh, uhmmm-”
Before I could finish, he cut me off.
“Stay right here and keep practicing. I’ll be right back.”
Before I could object, he was already halfway across the living room.
Looking outside to the courtyard, I wondered what was going to happen. Draw a bath for you? I wondered. It was the first time I had ever heard those words out of a man’s mouth before. Growing more nervous by the second as I pondered what was going to happen tonight, I began practicing the song again to distract myself.
“Your bath is ready, madam,” René playfully called from the staircase.
Joining him at the stairs, I followed him until we reached the room with the oversized bed. His room. Following him into the bathroom, glowing candles framed the massive jacuzzi tub. Filled to the top with steaming, bubble-filled water, I felt like I was at a five-star resort.
“Wow, thanks. There’s room for at least four people in here. I don’t know if I’m going to feel right taking it all to myself,” I joked with an awkward laugh as I looked away from the tub and back to him.
Looking down at me, he asked, “Are you saying you’d like some company, Miss Archer?”
His shameless offer and unbreakable confidence leaving me nearly speechless, I didn’t know what to say. Yeah, he was sort of my boss at the moment, but not really. Besides, I had been fantasizing about this happening for the past three months. Screw it, life’s short. I haven’t hooked up with anyone since my breakup ...I finally told myself, wondering if I had the courage to answer. I took a breath a let a couple more moments pass.
“I wouldn’t mind some,” I finally uttered, my voice no more than a whisper.
Still in disbelief of my words, I noticed a look of approval flash across his eyes.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his low voice sending delightful shivers through me.
As if under his spell, I turned around to face the tub. Wondering what was going to come next, I felt his fingers stroke down my hair. Brushing it in front of my shoulders, he began unzipping my gown. Soon all the way unzipped, he then peeled both sleeves off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. Now standing in nothing but lace panties, I had to remind myself to breathe.
His lips began planting kisses down my neck. Closing my eyes and leaning back into him, I let out a soft moan as his hands moved to my breasts. He brushed his fingers across them lightly at first, my skin feeling like feathers were trailing across it. He then grabbed them with more firmness. I let out another moan as he pinched my nipples between his fingers. Already feeling a burning warmth in my core, I could barely think straight.
“Climb in,” he whispered into my ear.
Descending into the tub, I positioned myself on the opposite side of it and turned around and set my gaze on René. Undressing with his usual confidence he always exuded, he was soon completely out of his tux. His hard, broad frame looking no less impressive than a Greek god, my eyes moved to his imposing manhood. Already hard, I began imagining how incredible it would feel inside of me. Or even between my lips.
Climbing into the tub with me, he sat down and leaned his back against the other side.
“Come here,” he commanded. “I want to taste you.”
His words throwing me off guard, I froze.
“Not like that,” he reassured me with a low chuckle. “Not yet, anyways…”
Moving closer to him, some of nerves now subsided, he suddenly pulled me in by my waist. Taking my lips in a deep, head-spinning kiss, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. Our mouths devouring each other, I met his tongue with my own. I let out moan after moan into his mouth as his lips continued to crash down on mine. Feeling like my insides were on fire, I didn’t know how much more I could take.
He suddenly spun me around and pulled my back against my chest.
“Look how beautiful you are in the candlelight,” he purred into my ear as he grabbed a handful of my breasts and brought them to the surface of the water, the candles illuminating their fullness.
One hand now playing with my nipple, he then moved the other one to my inner thigh. Trailing upwards, he soon brushed his fingers across my clit. The tantalizing caress igniting a bolt of desire in my core, I pushed my hips back into him and let out a quiet moan.
Moving his fingers back between my legs, he began teasing me more and more quickly. Moving his fingers back and forth across me with the perfect amount of pressure, his lips delivering hard kisses to my neck, I began to thrust my hips back into him with a desperate recklessness. I had never wanted anyone so badly before.
His fingers continuing to tease me for several minutes, I grew more and more lost in pleasure.
“Let it take you,” he purred into my ear.
His words sending me over, I cried out as I surrendered to my orgasm. Suddenly, I felt a burning warmth on my neck. Realizing his fangs were digging into me, I let out a gasp as I felt him begin to suck on my neck. Enjoying the intense feeling of it, it seemed to make my climax even that much stronger. Digging my nails into his thigh, I let the aftershocks of my orgasm roll through me.
“Mmm, you taste so divine, Emily,” he growled into my ear.
Suddenly he flipped me around. Both of his hands grabbing my hips with an unexpected firmness, he then pulled me onto his hardness.
“Ahhh, René,” I cried out into his neck as I felt all of his thickness slam inside of me.
His mouth moving to my neck once more, he sucked my neck at the same speed that he pulled me onto his cock. Both of his hands on my ass, he pulled me onto him more and more quickly, the base of his manhood brushing against my clit each time.
Tearing his mouth from my neck, he took my lips in a deep kiss. Tasting my own blood on him, I wasn’t repulsed, I was...even more aroused. His tongue now intertwined with mine, he began teasing it at the same rhythm he was fucking me.
“Oh my god,” I breathed into him, already feeling another orgasm approach.
Thrusting into me again, I threw my head back a final time and let out a cry as everything went black. Feeling his mouth move to my breast, I felt the same warm burning that I felt on my neck.
“Ahh, ahhh,” I whimpered, the intensity of his bite making me shake with pleasure as my orgasm rolled through me.
Sucking my breast for another few seconds, he pulled my chin in and kissed my lips once more. Our breathing heavy, his throbbing manhood still inside of me, my body now claimed with his mark...I already couldn’t wait for the next time.