[Ash]: 102.Contests.Loveless Affairs.1

I lay there as he stood up off the bed and put his clothes back on. He turned his eyes to me; they felt like blue steel pounding into my heart. He repeated his earlier chants of how useless I was, how I was good for nothing, and how if I ever found true love, it’d be with some dike like me.

I turned my head away as a felt the sting in my eyes. It was common, the want to cry, but I had no tears left: I’ve cried them out over the past five months. I could feel the blood from my lips, from my nipples, flowing down between my thighs. The door slammed and the beast was gone.

I sat up and lifted my delicate hand to the left side of my mouth and wiped the blood on to it. I lifted the fingers to my mouth and saw the shadow come to my window. It moved a hand down to the edge of he window. It flew open and the hand set itself down on the ledge and gained articulate white features. The rest of the shadow turned into a familiar form.

“I knew… I knew you couldn’t resist the taste.” He came inside and sat down on the window sill, glaring at me with those cat-like eyes. His hair flowed freely in the breeze that invaded my room, long and dirty blond. His lips were newly stained with blood, probably some poor young boy he tricked into bed with him.

I pulled my hand away from my lips and offered my finger tips to him knowing he would normally accept this offering and leave me alone for a while. He pushed my hand back to my lips. “You were going to taste yourself Evie, please, don’t stop on my account.”

“That’s what you want…” I said quietly and lowered my hand. “To get me addicted again is that it?”

“That’s what I love about junkies, they never want to when a real blood sucking fiend is near.” He appeared above me, hands on each side of my stomach. “Taste it, Evie, I want you to taste it.”

“Why do you want me addicted again?”

“Ask your junkie boyfriend… before I make him a meal.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair with his hand. “Stick your fingers in your mouth.”

I did and I licked off all the blood. It was cold, but still had a taste to it. I hated cold blood. I didn’t feel addicted though; I didn’t have the urge for more.

“Well, are you addicted Evie? Are you?” He smiled and released me to lie down next to me so he could stare at the ceiling. “You should know by now, you can’t get addicted to your own blood.” He smiled letting his long fangs show through.

“Will you kill him for me?” I asked suddenly. If I knew him, and I hoped I did, he would help me escape. “He’s not the same once he tasted me.”

“How stupid are you, you’re food to him.” I didn’t see him move but he was over by the window ledge. “I will, but you belong to me once I get back, so clean up.”

He was gone, leaving the window open and the hard wind forcing the curtains to snap in my face. I quickly go up leaving the blood and cum covered silk cover on and rushed off the bed into the bathroom.

The bathroom had a light bulb hanging down with one of those metal ball strings. I pulled it and walked into the shower in which you could see the other blood stains from the different nights.

I reached out my hand and turned on the cold water and slowly wiped my face clean of blood. I ran down and I saw some of the blood on the cover lighten to a pink spot. I knew I would just have to wait till my nipple healed for it to stop bleeding, but there was no more blood flowing between my thighs.

I lowered my head to my chest and felt a dizzy. The crystal white hand pushed me against the wall and I fainted.


I awoke to the smell of rotting flesh. My boyfriend’s corpse was sitting in a chair across the room. I was in my bed, with clean sheets. A shadow loomed in the corner and I saw the shadow approach closer and closer.

The shadow former into the wondrous thing called undead and kneeled over me, blood dripping fangs hanging over my lips. “I own you now…”

He whispered the incantation of ages and kissed me gently. It seemed to last forever and then his tongue met mine and I felt his fangs on my lips. His hands traced over me and stopped on my thighs, he pulled them apart and up. He entered me and I felt the fangs pierce my lips. His head pulled back.

“I’m going to turn you; you won’t be a junkie anymore. Evie, look at me while I do this.” He shoved as hard as he could and I screamed. He continued to feed off my mouth and I watched as his cat-like eyes fill with red and rose entered his cheeks. He had not really fed tonight, only tasted.

I was nearly dead and he pulled back. He stuck out his tongue and bit into it, his blood began to flow freely and he pulled me back into a kiss. I felt it trickle down my throbbing throat and I pressed harder into him. I was intoxicated by everything, mainly his sent, he smelled of fresh kill.

I stopped taking in blood and he resumed to take me, but this I accepted, I felt no pain, only over bearing pleasure. I felt his warmth and forced him to lock lips with me, they were so soft. He pulled back and out of me.

I actually watched him, saw every movement as he made himself presentable. “You know that insufferable pleasure you felt?”

“Yes… oh God yes…” I turned and wanted to touch him but he backed away.

“You’ll never feel it again.” I almost wanted to try and cry. I wanted to feel it forever. “Instead, you feel nothing, only when you turn do you feel it, and you get a small dose when you feed, but you’ll never be at that nirvana again.” He fled through the window and left me alone. I didn’t feel anything anymore. I need to get that sensation back… I want it back… I need to feel it….

I heard a young boy on the side walk and jumped from my window.