Heartbeat

I'm breathless as I burst through the door, the stark glare of neon tubes forcing me to shield my eyes, I see her immediately, through the tangle of tubes and wires, please god don't let me be too late.

She looks cold, eyes closed, no rise and fall of her chest, lips tinged with blue, is that just the insane temperature in here or is she, is she?

I look up, eyes following the cables that emerge from the top of her gown, following them to the monitor, it looks like a cliche from a 70's hospital drama, green screen, one flat line, it hasn't moved and it feels like I've been watching it for ever, I feel the terror welling up inside me and I know that I'm too late, wasn't here for her, have missed her and will miss her forever.

Bu-ding! a spike in the line, a shuddering breath from her lips, thank you, thank you whatever god is listening to me this day thank you, I'm on my knees by the side of the bed, her hand, so cold, so very cold is in mine, I hold it to my lips and whisper her name, tell her how much she means to me and that I'm not going to let her go, not like this.

I can hear Damon Albarn singing inside my head,
"Come on, come on, come on, get through it
Come on, come on, come on, loves the greatest thing that we have,
Oh my baby, Oh my baby
Oh why, oh my.

I tell him to fuck off, this is no time for sentimental songs, this is about my hand wrapped around hers an anchor to whatever of her is left in there.

Under all the pain, under all the dull numb nothing, I know that she is still in there, fighting to hang in, maybe just a pinprick of light in a dark dark place, but now I know she's there I can breath again too, can let my heart beat and let the love I feel for her fill my stomach to replace the empty aching, puke inducing nothing that was there before.

All gone a bit quiet

Got called away by work and this and that and the other so not much update wise, I do have at least 3 things on the boil which I hope to post really soon, in the meantime I will offer a piece that I was compelled to write about a friend in need.

Blood Moon Rising pt VII

Would you like to know one of the numerous benefits of being a vampire? No insomnia, none of that tossing and turning as we try and nestle into the warm embrace of sleep, just flick a switch in your head and you might as well be dead, for all intents and purposes you are, you flick off and nothing in hell or earth is going to rouse you until your body has had the rest it needs. Mine, recovering from 6 point blank gun shots is going to need a while, hence my flight to the morgue, 12 hours down the line I'll be good as new and chances are other than the odd prod or poke that I'll be left alone for that time whilst they try to figure who the hell I am.

One of the downsides of course is the dreams, every soul you ever stole, the last deep draught of blood, the conversion from the living to the undead, those poor bastards will be bouncing around in your head for an eternity, they like to fuck with your dreams, you get the sort of visions like a bad trip, everything looks real, smells real, tastes real and it feels like you are right there, if you get good dreams then you are in for a ride, if it's a nightmare then it's like someone opened the gates of hell and let the demons run in your head, luckily most of the demons are shit scared of me, so I get left alone most of the time.

I come too with a shudder, the dark and the cold surrounding me, but it doesn't smell right, dusty, musty, not the morgue. I push out with my feet and the meet stone, I am laying on stone and stone is above me, I can smell her too, the same smell that washed over me in my dream. I reach up above and heave at the stone above my head, again waves of terror wash over me at the thought of impending doom, just no sweet rivulet of pleasure running under the surface to accompany them this time....

The orderly processed me into my body bag well enough, clearing of most of the blood and gore, although I wasn't that impressed with him when he stuck his finger up my ass, where the hell do they find the people to do these jobs? Or maybe it is too long in the job that turns em that way, it'll be the last anus he gets a buzz out of anyway, when I wake up I'm going to bite his finger off and stick it so far up him that he'll be wishing he cut his nails, that's all I'm saying.

The cold envelops me, soothing, like a comfort blanket for a kid, eyes are closed, heart is beating so slowly it might as well be stopped, just the race of colours behind my eyes, the whirl of my encounter with Jack, eating his heart, the pimp, the hooker I've secreted away to play with later, past victims creep up on me, hoping I'll spend the time of day with them, hell, they probably want someone sane to talk to right, though I'm not sure I'm the right guy for the job.

My dreams kick in, no surprise that she is the focus, she has been the focus for the last week, ever since the chance encounter. I was riding the sleeper train to the coast when I felt her presence, don't know if she was flying overhead or just ripping the throat out of someone close by, I just got this rush of power and I had to know more. I jumped the train and tracked her down, Vampira, queen of the night, how I long for her.

My dream shifts, I'm in her arms, she is stronger than I am, older, ancient and more deadly, she holds me fast and there is no escape, or is it just that in my mind I've no desire to run from her. I'm naked, what am I doing naked, she is clad in black, quelle suprise, long legs, slightly apart, tight figure hugging shirt, she is aroused, can't be the cold that is pushing her taut nipples into the flimsy cloth, the sight of them sends a pulse through me, it starts in my brain, my pupils dilate and the warm fire rushes down to my loins.

She smiles, a look that would terrify me if I had the sense, a glint in her eye, is that hunger? She steps forward and catches hold of my swelling cock in her hand, she leans in to my body and kisses me full on the mouth. This dream I can handle, I'm not sure it's where I should be putting her, I should be in control, dominant, but she seems to have me at an advantage here.

“you are nothing to me, nothing but pain and pleasure, I'll take what I want, when I want it, I'm the one who is ALWAYS in control” she spits the last few words at me, making sure I know it to be true, I try to wriggle free of her grasp but her fingers close tight around my cock and balls, squeezing with inhuman strength, tears well up in my eyes and the arousal that had raised me to attention quickly turns to ice cold terror, the pain is excruciating.

“don't cry little one” she mutters as she runs the fingers of her free hand through the tangle of hair on my chest “I wouldn't want to break you before I fed” her eyes catch mine and I am frozen by her glare, the command is simple “Don't Move” it is unspoken but I hear it all the same, her mental dominance has locked my muscles in place as surely as if I had slipped on a straight jacket. Vampira drops to her knees in front of me, a lascivious lick of her lips and a hungry flash across her eyes.

Now one hand is beneath me, cradling my balls, stroking, scratching, pulling at them, the other hand is wrapped around my shaft, lost in the pleasure as she manipulates me I note how long and delicate her fingers, the nails perfectly manicured, long, pointed, painted black or deep purple, the curl around me, gripping me at the base, tight, tight but not painfully so now, her wrist is gently pulling back and forth, so slowly as to be almost imperceptible, drawing my foreskin slowly back over the head of my cock, the tight flesh distending, arousing me further.

In my head I catch my breath, some small rivulet of me still there, “only a dream, only a dream, go with the flow, nothing bad is going down here”

Again she runs her tongue over her lips, I am sure they were a dark crimson red before but now they are black, like the nails, painted lady, she glances up into my eyes, daring me to try and move, showing me that whilst a woman in this position could be thought to be the submissive, the compliant one, that actually it is she who holds all the cards, I am at her mercy and she knows it.

Her head bobs forward, still her eyes up and locked on mine, her tongue darts out and wraps itself dexterously about my glans, the shock of the contact, so sensitive, so extremely powerful, I feel it rock me, like a wave shooting up from the tip as she licks it, roaring through the core of my body and exploding in my brain. She bobs further forward, her tongue is travelling down the underside of my my jerking sex, her hand still tugging at the base, her lips close around me now and I am lost in the amazing sensation, immediately warm, so soft, like a thousand strands of velvet being pulled tight over me.

Her cheeks suck in as she exerts pressure on me, as if she could suck more blood from my heart and brain, down into what has now become the very focus of my being. Her two hands, her tongue, her lips are all working as one one me now, tugging, stroking, lapping, caressing, drawing me forward with now way or will for me to intercede.


She pushes her head further down on to me now, the hand so recently drawing me on to orgasm reaches around behind my back, pulling in at the small so that I thrust forward into her, her tongue joins her other hand, lapping at my balls as her mouth slides down my shaft. I feel the sharp cut of her fangs as they gouge twin groves in the top of my penis, the pain is nothing to the pleasure that she brings, it is a welcome aside in the powerful oblivion that she is blessing me with.

Her mouth closes tight about me and the fangs sink deep into the base of me, the blood is pumping hard, my brain instructing every organ to give up all it can for this most primal of purposes, she is drinking deep of me, locked into me as still she rocks forward and back, forward and back, the depth that she holds me in is causing my sensitive glands to brush the back of her throat, I can caught in the ecstasy of her deep throating me against the harsh reality of the life she is draining, I could hang on the edge of this for ever, between orgasm and death, how long I am there, nearing release I cannot say.

Explanation on Blood Moon Rising

For anyone who is reading anyway!

BMR is a collaboration all of the odd sections are written by me, the evens by Vampira, we originally started posting them on Facebook but had some trouble with our accounts so continued via email, I'm posting them here as it's the easiest place for me to keep a decent record of them!

Blood Moon Rising pt VI by Vampira

I walk pensively down the street no longer enthralled by the smell of him; I stop and look at the card that the dead girl dropped.  Why hadn’t I seen it before?  The Jack of Hearts, red dandy Jack with a hole in his face.  I twiddle the card in my hand and twitch slightly as I feel my hackles raise, sharpen and point.  Whoever this vampire is, I need to see him, assess him and feel him deep within me before I wipe out his existence.  A slow smile works its way across my lips, because there would be blood, and lots of it.  Many weeks had gone by since I was hunted and reliving the thrill turned that little smile into a grin.  I held my head back and smiled up at the starry night. 

Still, there was the business of the card.   Moving purposefully, deep in thought, I thought about everything and nothing.  I’m not used to being toyed with and I don’t play cards.  Thinking back to the young girl who lay crumbled up in front of my old apartment building, no doubt blending in as an oddity by my old bench, I stirred at thoughts of how splendid in form she was; long, thin neck, bursting veins flowing with what I needed.  Maybe I shouldn’t have killed her, I thought as I licked my lips.

When I stopped, I wasn’t familiar with my locale, I mean, I had been here before, more than likely rushed through the area picking up nuances of focal points as I ran for my life.  What stopped me cold in my tracks was the lingering smell of blood, fresh blood.  I let my nose lead me to the spot and there was lots of it.  There was also a human, a man very dead on the spot. 

Toying with the card in my hand, I gazed at the moon as if for answers and smoothed the card gently placing it inside my coat pocket.  I stared at the man quizzically; he did not belong to this blood.  No, this blood was different, familiar, my hackles nearly jumped off my neck.  I kicked the man in the alligator suit, he fell over with a certain thud that only the dead can manage.  His face was a photo of incredulous pain, he barely had a neck.  No feelings were lost on him, for my interest was in the blood spilt.  Following the trail of blood, unaware of my surroundings, I focused on the droplets; I would not remember this location either.  

This was the blood of an ancient, an unknown.  I knew all the ancients in the area, and none would dare threaten me as he had.  We were as close to friends as vampires could be and they were afraid of my ingenuity.  Why hadn’t he been?  Where was he now?  When I stopped again, I was in front of the Mausley Emergency room entrance.  For a moment I was captivated by the flurry: nurses flashing by, toppled wheel chairs, patients starring, running and screaming.  The scene was right out of a Cracker Jack box, oozing in comic and laden with fear.  He was here, it was his blood, of that I was sure.

Was it to risky to track him down, probably?  My eyes went back to the controlled pulse in the waiting room, if I was going to make my move, it had better be now.  I walked through the doors carefully, always watching.  The window through the triage was empty and the outer door stood open.  There had been a patient in their, a woman and her child.  Now the stools lay askew, and the women in her haste had left her large purse gaping open on the floor.  It spewed with child pampers and medicine vials.  The adjoining door was shut and locked.  I closed my eyes and in a moment, the knob turned.  Now I was in a half filled receiving area, its patients were only somewhat disturbed by the triage nurses escape.  They sat patient and weary waiting on their turns.  I strode through and went right into the emergency room where even more patients were lined up on gurneys and in wheel chairs, one walked along the wall with cheeks out in a hospital gown. The nurses were clearly flustered by the ruckus of a few minutes ago, they had to see ‘how bad’ even though they wouldn’t attend to the victim.  Orderlies were already out cleaning up the blood.

“Treat this as a contaminant.”  The Administrator delivered the directive coolly as the orderly stared unkindly.  Leaning over the counter he whispered something into a nurse’s ear and backed off shouting at the clerk to have the police report on his desk in 2 hours.    In his efficiency he trusted no one to do their jobs right, yet they did - fueled by low morale.  He lumbered back to his office, where he could think, maybe eat of the meal his young wife so inefficiently prepared.  Removing his lab coat, he sat in his great leather chair already dreading the slew of police and reporters that would soon bombard his emergency room.  The victim had died under his watchful eye as he peered down from the window above the operating room; his staff had done everything right.  That wasn’t the problem, the problem was a corpse lying in the morgue with six gun shot wounds close up, and this was unheard of.  Six?  How did the man get there?  Where was he coming from? Where was the other body?  And why did this happen at the end of his shift?  It would be a long night and he wasn’t ready for it.  

It was easy to find my way out of the emergency room and into the elevator lobby.  I did not wait long and even had the whole car to myself , the same one he was carried down to the morgue in.  His scent laced the walls of the elevator and even here he had dripped blood.  The doors opened up to a darkened corridor and utter silence crept in.  I had to find him using other senses, my sense of smell was suddenly gone.  Realizing he was dead, I could not feel him and made several wrong turns before finding the Morgue door. 

An orderly done for the night was leaving the morgue.  He had blood splatters on his scrubs, still damp from his last job.  He held a crumpled sack in his hand and a note book under his arm.  I rushed at him like a bullet and slammed him back into the room he come out of before the door could shut. Once inside I hit him accurately, dead center on his temple and he fell out, dumped to the floor dead.  The tall orderly who had just started his shift watched in disbelief and seem unafraid of his turn being next.  He was awkward, pimply and just 3 days on the job.  His first job.  I flew at him before he could blink his eye, banged his neck and winced at the crack his bones made.  Releasing him, I strode boldly into the set up room and found my prize zippered inside a body bag. 

With the body now slung over my shoulder awkwardly I commanded the air.  In a few minutes I could feel a finger of air poking me and I began walking in the direction of the pull.  The corridor was long and u-shaped with out a soul in sight.  I ended up in front of the door to distribution, some quarter mile away from the morgue.   I walked through the doors, heard voices, saw that the overhead door was rolled up and raced through it rapidly.  I don’t think anyone saw me, thank God for small favors. 

I raced madly through the streets, leaping over curbs, rushing down the sidewalks in the darkened business section, startled an overworked prostitute and skirted past a slowing car.   The Vampire weighed a ton and was still warm to the touch.  Finally I reached the long curving, deserted road that would lead me home. 

I liked my graveyard; it spread 150 acres across tree topped flat land.  Upon it was set some of the oldest and grandest, never made again crypts that were nearly 200 yrs old.  Some crumbled in patches but remained solidly upright, protecting their wards.  Most of the land held plots for nameless Jane’s and John’s, who, unaccounted for ended up here.  This was the town’s third source of revenue. 

I crept slowly to the crypt of Paul T. Clooney, his body had been absent almost as soon as the doors were sealed, it would be a nice resting spot for the wounded Vampire Lord.   I trudged the dirt clad steps and entered the earthy chamber below.  In the center of the chamber stood a large, empty coffin, Clooney had been over 500 pounds.  I lay the body in the coffin, unzipped it and began to pull it off the body, I did not look, rather focused on removing the plastic bag.  Tossing it I walked back to the head of the coffin and peered at my nemesis.  He was a blistering white but not mottled.  Dark hair cascaded his head in troubled waves and set upon a strong neck.  Rough eyebrows lay upon his pronounced brow shadowing his deeply set eyes. Hollowed cheeks, concave nose and very kissable lips were set in a dangerous face; he did not look to be asleep.  I wondered what color his eyes would be.  Whether he would awaken in a fury or wonder where he was. 

My hand stole out to touch his still warm body, I let my fingers twirl around his nipple and dip in and out of his bullet holes.  I wanted to lick them properly, filling him with my healing saliva, but he had killed mines and wanted to kill me.  I let my hand, instead, rove the creases of his large muscles, through his chest hair, over his still heart, I rubbed his belly and enter his deep navel.  I glanced quickly to view his sleeping form, I could have sworn I saw a faint smile.   Slowly I allowed my eyes to fall back over his body.  He was dead, dammit and I needed him to feel exactly what I was going to do to him.   I moved down to view his unclothed sex, gasping, I stared openly, not quite lady like.  I narrowed my eyes and studied him, realizing how I missed playing with my own kind.  Could I touch him?  Not yet, I ordered.  I did however trace my finger across his groin and allowed it to slide down his hard thighs.  I placed the sturdy top of the stone casket upon him, and when it was securely in place, I leaned against it.  He would sleep for a while, he had to heal.  I would come back later and lay upon the casket.

As I closed the door to the crypt, relocking it, I stole to the shadows trembling with need.  My heart acted up, bumping within my chest and sent blood all over the place.  My nostrils flared as I tried to contain myself and my eyes pierced the night in search of food.  I saw him then, a younger Vampire Lord in search of the healing herbs.  His kind was in battle often and always needed a good supply of herbs for the ready.  He kneeled now over a fertile patch and busied himself with his chore.  As I swooped down on the Vampire Lord, I was filled with eternal longing that he would not satiate.   He was unsuspecting, not a threat, and I would have to remove all traces of him when I was through.  That didn’t matter.  I needed him.

I straddled his long back, humping him like a dog, forcing him to the ground flat.  He flipped between my legs facing me, eyes incredulous as I sank into him, kissing him long and hard.  My tongue batted against his cheeks, searched the thickness of his tongue and delve deep into the back of his mouth.  In minutes his body responded to mines, not even a fang nip from him, so I lingered a little longer.  Having dropped the herbs which he had strangled when I pounced, I could now feel his hands along my back, in my hair, he would be ready for me in a moment.  I played with his lips, his keen bone structure and got lost in his eyes.  As he smiled, I grew dizzy, closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, I was deep in his throat tearing and ripping.  So much for the promise he offered.  I could feel him underneath me struggling like a kitten, yet I tore at him unmercifully, slopping more blood than I was taking in.  I held him fast by the shoulders and pressed into his hips and he responded with a death blow to my side. 

Fully angered with dwindling pain, I snatched his clothes and skin off easily.  I could see his pulsating heart underneath the bones and muscle mass; I could hear it thud madly in his chest.  I wanted to kiss him again, but his eyes said no, so I crossed my fingers and went straight for his heart.

Calli & Will

Why do we see in colour? It’s something I’ve often pondered and am eternally grateful for. At night, in the full dark, we have good vision, seeing as if it’s twilight, of course if we get close enough heat shows up as flares, sometimes silver, sometimes red, bright coronas around whatever we are looking at.

No colours in the dark, just black and white, as a race we were born long before the advent of meaningful artificial light, so prevalent now, seeping up like a rash in the sky, blotting out the pinprick stars in the blanket of the night.

As beautiful as she is in colour it is no match for the perfection she presents in black and white. Her skin so pale it’s almost translucent, ethereal, I can’t pull my eyes away in case she has simply faded away into the darkness by the time I look back.

She knows I’m watching of course, we are bonded now, bound in blood yes but more than that, she has my heart, she will feel it beating faster as I allow my eyes to feast upon her, watching her stand amidst the shadows of the night, waiting for a suitable feed to happen by.

We have taken to hunting like this, one of us prowling, stalking, the other watching from the shadows, the streets aren’t always safe, even for our kind. Not a lot frightens us, humans are no match for our speed and strength, but there are other challenges to face, always challenges.

Typically and I suppose to be expected given our genus, our main threat is our own kind. Like us a lot of vampires hunt alone, maybe in pairs, but lately there have been packs, take one charismatic or powerful  leader add a few gimps and you have a recipe for trouble, they tend to keep busy fighting each other and thus out of our hair but it always pays to be careful.

Point in case tonight, Calli is leaning back in the shadows along the street, twin circles of street light stretching toward but not quite reaching her, it’s a great spot to stand and watch the comings and goings of the night. She’s smoking again, despite my protestations that the small dot of glowing red as she inhales is lighting her up like a Christmas tree.

Fuck it’s sexy though, I focus on her mouth through the gloom, watch her lips tighten around the filter, her cheeks draw in slightly as she breathes the smoke into her lungs, I imagine it’s me inhaling, feel it filling me, the wave of euphoria as I hold that breath inside me, her hand and the glowing cigarette move down to her side now, she’s still holding it in, can probably feel me willing her to do so, then out, slow, slow, slowly, dancing tendrils of smoke curling up from her lips, black to me in this light but I see them always as dark blood red,  the smoke swathes around her head before writhing off into the light.

Fuck again! I allowed myself that distraction lets hope it doesn’t prove fatal. A group are walking down the street, straight at Calli, casually they might look like a boy’s night out, leery and beery and out to have some fun, but only one of them is flaring hot and he has the jittery gait of one who is in the process of being turned. I don’t stop to think, leaping down from the branches of my tree I’m on the move but I know they’ll reach her before I do.

They spread out around her but she’s not fazed by them, she casually drops the burning cigarette to the floor and grinds it under the heel of her boot. “Looking for some fun boys?” they’re not sure how to react, they were hoping she would cower, or run, that’s the game they love to play.

Problem is, that although we are fast, strong, it becomes too easy if you are always facing off against people who are weaker and slower than you, up against our own kind, it's like against like and if they are more used to fighting other vampires than you are it spells trouble.

There are four of them in a semi circle around her, the last one, their fledgling, still unsure of himself is hanging back a step or two, doesn’t want to get in over his head. They are high on something, I smell a lot of blood on them but there is something else too, something with a sharp chemical tang, I’m hoping that will make them sloppy.

Three of them pounce Calli at once, the one off to her right gets more than he bargained for, a cold iron bar slides out of the sleeve of her jacket as she swings her arm toward him, he sways back but not far enough to avoid this surprise extension, as it connects with his skull there is a sickening Thuunk! his legs crumple beneath him, the blow would have taken the head off of a mortal, his is still attached but won’t be lifting off of the sidewalk for a while.

She sways and ducks simultaneously, I am amazed by the speed of her movement, the claws of the largest of her aggressors rush through the air where her head was moments before, the closed fist of the other clips at her rolling shoulder, even though it didn't connect fully you can sense the power of that blow as it staggers her back into the wall. “Fuuuck You” she is screaming in his face, has caught hold of his flailing wrist and brings her leg straight up, how the hell did it move like that? The heel of her boot is buried deep under his chin and he staggers back clutching at his throat, trying to choke breath through a crushed windpipe into his gasping lungs.

It is now that I close on the scene,  brush the fledgling aside, too much strength behind the shove, I don't pause to see him crumpling against the lamppost in the distance. The fingers of my straightened right hand punch through flesh and bone, vampires may be strong and fast but their bodies are no more resistant to penetration than mortals, I close my fingers between ribs and around the spine of my second target, pull, pull so hard that my whole body wrenches backward with the force.

He screams and it sends a warm shudder through me, is that so very wrong? The sound is sickening, a cracking, sucking underneath that hideous screech, he's laying in a pool of blood at my feet, a handful of vertebrae  still clutched in my gory fist.
Tables turned, there's only one of them left and we are eyeing him hungrily, vampire blood has much more bite to it, nothing surprising about that I guess, more powerful, more virulent, he turns to run but is moving in slow motion. I take him low, Calli high, he hits the floor like a roped steer, her fangs are in his throat before he can wriggle free and mine find their way to his femoral artery, not my favourite location to feed on a male vamp I'll admit, particularly one with dubious hygiene, but the pressure behind it as I sink in my fangs is invigorating, the blood is trying to push my mouth away from him as it jets warm and powerful down my throat.

Why do I always go hard whilst I'm feeding? I try to pretend to myself that it's all the additional blood surging around in my veins, looking for somewhere to live, but I know that's crap. I shift uncomfortably , trying to adjust myself without making it obvious, no avail, Calli has lifted her head from his throat now and is eyeing me lasciviously, a smile that can only be called a smirk on her blood spattered lips.

“Need some help with that gorgeous?” her voice is sultry, I can feel it wash over me, damn she doesn't even have to concentrate on casting her glamour on me, it seeps out of her and grabs me by the throat, urging me to respond. She wipes the drops of blood from her cheek and chin with her fingertips and licks them clean suggestively as I drain the last spurt of blood from our poor young stud, there is little of him left now, although I am again ashamed at the scene of carnage we are leaving behind us.

Calli moves toward me as I stand, she is enjoying the obvious discomfort that the bulge in my trousers is causing me, before I can move to hide it as some hormonal teenage jock might she is beside me, I jolt as she slides her hand into my pocket, her sharpened nails slicing through the flimsy material and her hand closes tight around my shaft, “Mmmmm mine I think” she pulls me toward her roughly and we convert the adrenalin pumping through us into lust, my mouth on hers, my hands cinching her firmly at the waist, there is nothing in my mind but her, lust, desire, passion, I must have her and nothing is going to stop me.

Calli pulls back slightly, her hand still tight around me, using my erection to lead me down the street like some leashed dog, feeling her nails scraping against my skin puts any thoughts of argument from my mind, she is almost running now, enjoying my struggle to keep up, encumbered as I am.

I am grateful for small mercies, this one being that we don't have far to travel, within two minutes we pull up outside the sort of motel that I would not frequent by choice, rational thought however is not part of my current process. Calli yanks me through the door and throws a fistful of bills at the clerk, “closest room please honey” he doesn't even look up lifting a key from the wall and pointing to a door down the hall..

“Come on lover” she growls throatily as she leads me down the corridor, I’m not about to resist, she is obviously pumped with adrenalin from our fight and quite possibly has more than the usual amount of testosterone swilling about after feeding on a male vamp too, the chemicals we pick up in blood can have an interesting effect on us in the short term.

The room is not what I would call luxurious, functional at least and I’m grateful that the interior is dimly lit, there will be no question of spending the night here though, the thin curtains would provide no protection from the sunlight that will burst in, my mind does it's automatic calculations, one am now, sunrise around six thirty and it will take at least half an hour to get to my closest daylight bolt hole, Calli I think has somewhere closer but I wouldn't object to sharing mine with her if need be.

I half turn to push the flimsy door shut behind us, then back to face Calli, double take, where has she gone? I feel an insistent tug at the buttons on my jeans, then a wrench, a tear and a growl of frustration, whoah there goes another pair but I'm in no position to start complaining.

She is kneeling on the floor in front of me, her left arm raised, flat palm pushing me back against the door with a dull thud, I feel the poor quality wood give slightly under the weight of that push and hope to god it holds, I don’t want to burst into the corridor with the remnants of my tattered trousers the only thing covering my modesty..

The door holds but I’m not thinking about that anymore, Calli has me under her spell; the delicate fingers of her right hand are wrapped tightly around the shaft of my engorged member, her pink tongue flicks quickly out of her mouth as she licks her lips in anticipation. Gently, slowly she strokes down my shaft, my foreskin parts easily and begins to distend around the tip of my cock, she reverses her stroke, letting the skin roll back up, watching intently as the delicate friction of that motion does it’s work. I’ve never been so hard, the need so urgent in me.
She is toying with me now, she leans her head back and licks her lips again, I can see the bright white of her teeth against those full dark lips, her fangs are out, sharp and menacing, suddenly I realise the precarious position I am in, trying to back away but with nowhere to go. “Only kidding gorgeous..” She smiles wide at me and the fangs recede, I don’t have time to react as she bobs her head suddenly forward, her lips meeting the very tip of me, the exquisite sensation of that kiss floods through me as her head continues slowly forward, enveloping me with her mouth, encircling me with her dexterous tongue.

Calli is enjoying herself now, enjoying the knowledge that I am completely at her mercy but also that every minute movement she makes is a hotwire to the pleasure receptors in my brain. The sensation of her lips and tongue upon me is almost too much to bear, almost! I can feel her mouth tighten as she sucks in gently, enveloping so tightly for the briefest of moments as her head moves gently back and forth, then she loosens her hold but pushes further forward, deeper on to me, a different sensation but no less pleasurable.

As her mouth works busily upon me so to do her hands, the right still wrapped around the base of my shaft, rhythmically tugging back and forth, discrete movements of the wrist, not forced, not painfully hard, just insistent, constant. Her left hand has moved between my legs, nails are out, scratching and stimulating me by turns, up my inner thigh, closing briefly around my tightening balls and then back between my legs to dig into the flesh of my buttocks, cupping me and pulling my hips forward, deeper into her waiting mouth.

I feel her tongue snake out over her bottom lip, the sudden forward motion, the velvet texture of it against my frenulum causing me to gasp with delight, it continues forward, protruding perhaps an inch from her mouth now, muscle tensed hardness against the underside of my shaft, digging into me, an obvious adjunct to the soft enveloping sensation of her mouth.

Her right hand, thumb and forefinger encircling me, still relentlessly working back and forth, now slides down to the base of my cock, the rest of her hand flattening against my groin and up to my stomach, she makes use of the additional space on my shaft to rock her head further down my length, impossibly far, I feel intense pressure on the already overloaded tip as she pushes her mouth forward onto me, almost taking me to her throat, I try vainly to wriggle backward but I am caught between her her hand and her mouth.

I can do nothing, I try to speak, to worship her with my words but I am mute, I try to move, to display the ecstasy I feel through touch, but I am paralysed, can only shut my eyes and draw breath, focus on the breath and lose myself in her touch.

How long she holds me on the brink of this existence I cannot imagine, an hour? A lifetime? Every part of me, everything that I have ever been, will ever be, is here and now, this moment. The roaring in my head is deafening, there is nothing but light before my eyes, all of my nerve endings feel wired, electrified.

I manage to gasp, beg, beg her to stop before she tips me over the edge, pray that she will, pray that she won't. “please” a simple word, forced between my tightening lips, just please..

It takes a few minutes for me to regain any sense of self, I catch myself hyperventilating, did I pass out? My hands are in hers, clutching them tightly, my nails drawing bloody crescents in her palms, Her smile fills my field of vision, I draw a shuddering, satisfied breath, feel the warmth of my passion, my love for her fill me and radiate outward.

I loosen my grip on her hands, unsure for a moment what to do, confused by the aching stiffness between my legs, impossibly hard, seeming to defy the laws of physics as it strains upon itself. I lead Calli to the bed, both of us shedding what clothes remain as we move, then sit with my back to the headboard, my legs down the bed, slightly apart. I motion for  her to sit between them, her back to me, I have to adjust myself to accommodate her, flattening my length up against my stomach, pressed hard between us. I surround her then, envelop her in my arms and my legs, wrapping them tight about her, holding her close, my head forward, teeth nibbling gently at her shoulders and neck, whispers of love or longing and kisses falling onto her ears in equal measure.

I shift slightly, nestling her further into me, I allow my left hand to drop slightly, around her left shoulder, my firm hand cupping her breast, thumb and fingers riding across the sensitive skin, causing a ripple of goose bumps to explode in their wake. My right hand runs the length of her inner arm, causing it to jerk at the ticklish sensation, I slide my hand under her own, each of my fingers resting directly below hers "I want you to show me how you touch yourself, want you to let me touch you" I move my hand now, carrying her own with it, across her stomach, down, light and slow, slowing more still as it creeps through the dusting of hair above her sex.

She seems reticent at first, almost nervous, but steels her resolve, her hand guides mine down further, splitting my fore and index finger apart as they glide over the soft flesh above her pubic bone, taking them one either side of her hood, straddling her swollen lips. Now her fingers above mine close gently, not over tight, but still enough for my fingers to trap her lips between them, my palm resting on her mound, the V of my fingers matching the top of her clit.

Her hand starts to rock mine back and forth slowly, my fingers gripping her lips and within that her clit, being jerked so softly by the motion of her flesh on flesh. I, she, keep this up for no more than a minute but her hips are starting to rock back and forth gently too, meeting the rhythm. Suddenly we stop, her index finger takes mine with it, splitting her lips apart, pushing down through the folds of her, she is slick, wet to my touch as my finger glides easily down through her labia to the nerve endings around the mouth of her vagina.

Her finger drives mine to run firmly around the very tip of her there, once only before drawing back up, straight up to her quivering clit, pushing me to rub her in small, slow circular motions, firm but not overly so, increasing in speed and intensity with each half dozen or so circuits, my other fingers exploring the folds of her labia but always the focus of is upon my index finger, faster, firmer, faster firmer, building, building until it is almost a blur upon her, her own hand has withdrawn now, is attempting to reach around behind her and force it's way between our bodies to grasp at my twitching cock, pressing hard into the small of her back.

My fingers work upon her tirelessly, my left hand still at her breast, an engorged nipple between forefinger and thumb, pulling lightly at it, my mouth is at her ear whispering "Come for me Calli, I want to feel it ride through you, come for me" my teeth scrape at her neck, her cheek, as relentlessly my fingers press her, push her, cajole her toward orgasm. The feeling for me is just as intense, each gasp of her breath lights fires in my brain, sending tendrils of fire through me, causing my erect cock to jerk and twitch in the confined space between our bodies.

I am kissing her neck, pausing between  each to tell her what each shudder of her  body is doing to me, telling her that when she comes it will fire through me, her orgasm more powerful to me than my own, my finger has slowed now, but the pressure behind it is intense, she is close, breath ragged, short gasps followed by nothing as she holds it tight within her, not trusting herself to breath out lest she crumbles.

Finally she relents, I feel her body trembling wildly in my grasp, she is shouting, screaming but the words are unintelligible, I would not trust my ears to hear them as the roar is there again, the blood surging through me, picking up on the extreme fire that is running through her, the pace of my finger picks up again, frenzied, frantic as she bucks wildly beneath and within my grasp.

Suddenly all is still, silent, like the passing of a tornado and we are within the eye, I hold her tight against me, my hand clutched close over her sex, motionless now. We do not draw breath, do not speak, just sit there amidst the wonder of the storm that just burst through the room.

She spins around in my arms and is kissing my mouth, my face, firm full on kisses, almost if she were a ravenous beast trying to feed on me, I return those kisses in full, my arms snaking around her back, my body sliding down the bed, moving my legs inside hers so that she straddles me now, she arches her back and throws her hands up behind her head, running her fingers through her hair, tossing her head from side to side, knowing full well the effect this display will have, breasts uplifted, bounce magically as her hair flicks out from side to side, splaying across her face, her lips in a mock pout, I am lost in the beauty of her.
“Come here”  I urge and maneuver so that my profoundly erect cock is twitching manically between her legs, bouncing up in anticipation, I slide over and against her warm, moist, slightly parted lips, guide myself into her with one hand, reaching around her waist with the other, pulling her down, down my shaft, she and I both feel her lips part wider, my eyes open wide as the soft, yielding pleasure strokes my cock, electrical impulses roaring straight to my brain, pleasure, pleasure, Pleasure.

I pull her all the way down, my other hand reaching around,  both are clasping tight into her buttocks now as I pulls her all the way down and imperceptibly rock her forward so that her clit just rolls over my pubic bone, “fhhhhwuh” a tiny gasp of air puffs from Calli's lips at the unexpected motion. She starts to ride up my cock again but that is not what I want, I pull her back down and there is that little rocking motion again “Like this gorgeous, not up and down, I'm so deep in you and that is hitting every button I have, I can feel your bum pressing down on my balls and every part of me is being enveloped by you, I want you to rock like this” I rock her back over the bone, my hips are raised slightly, taking the weight off of her knees, it's as if her clit and my bone are the fulcrum, that is where all the pressure is focused, I rock her forward again, that small motion riding her up my shaft imperceptibly, but she is so deep on me that it might as well be a 12 foot stroke, rock her back again, deeper into her, by millimeters, but she can see that it is working for me.

Rock, deep, rock, deeper, every movement rolls her clit over the bone, she starts to fuck that spot, rhythmically, deep, deeper, deep, deeper, rock, rock, rock, my breathing is ragged now and she is losing it too, is lost there, she can feel me swelling to fill her, how aroused can I get, how much bigger? Deep, deeper, Deep, deeper, the rhythm is what is doing it for me, the rhythm and my head, it's all in my head, I am getting off on her getting off on me, watching the imperceptible bounce and heave of her amazing breasts with each forward thrust, drawing her forward with my fingers digging into her buttocks, her fingers buried deep in my shoulders, deep, deeper, "oh god" she murmurs "I'm coming again" she loses the rhythm and just starts rocking back and forth on me wildly, she is screaming and swaying and I am losing it too, feel her tighten around my shaft, tight, tight, tight, tighter, “uh, uh uuuhhhh” she stops rocking and lets the flow take her, across her breasts, shooting down through her stomach and rising rising rising on through her. Calli is gripping me so tight “Jesus yes” I feel it, like a tongue on a battery tingle starting at the head of my cock, building through me to a deep deep uncontrollable wave, she feels the pulse, PULSE, PULSE P-U-L-S-E, the spasm, I grow inside her as my come tries to burst forth from the tight tight confines, she feels it surging through me, I am gripping her so close to me, her fingers have left my shoulders and are now sitting at the end of bloody gashes somewhere below my chest.

"You know beautiful, if I wasn't already dead I think I would be after that. I don't want either of us to promise that we will be together always, always is an awful long time for us, but whatever happens I want you to promise that you will never forget me" At that I feel our lips should meet again, a promise sealed with a kiss, never forget.