Night 8 - Vampire (LIZ)

The rain is getting worse.

Black, sticky, unrelenting.

It will consume you.

it has already tried.

You can't be here in this hell anymore. It's time to leave. They've hurt you for the last time.

The rain is getting worse.

But you'll get out of here.

You will try again and again until the void relents.

You ran.

Fast.

Like always.

From your problems, from everything. Daybreak will come no matter what you do, just need to stay alive to see it. Away from the city, away from it all, just for tonight. Or every night.

Splashes against your skin, seeping in like ink. Drenching your clothes, long strides towards the forest not too far away from your home. A recluse, trees acting as a shelter against everything that dared to hurt you. Nothing more shall, for tonight.

The wet marsh underneath your feet clung to your shoes, muddy puddles rippling through the floor, reflecting the sky above you.

You kept voyaging forwards, letting the desire to leave carry you way further than ever gone before. Run, run, run, keep going. Let the promise of freedom motivate you, its so cold.

Night was darker, the moon shone upon you. It smiled down, if only more would do that. You shook your head, no more pain for tonight, shake away the existential crisis.

Deeper into the forest, endlessly.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Time had passed but you didn't know how much, walking until your legs couldn't go any further. And in your rushing, you had spearheaded straight into the unknown.

A house, massive. Ancient, from a bygone era, how have you never seen this before? Surely someone would have talked about this, it looked picturesque, out of a story. So alluring.

The rain spiked suddenly.

A storm, raining down on your skin.

Transparent, never ending, cold.

You waddled to the door, hand going towards the weathered handle, pushing it open. You thought it'd be locked, but you are so thankful. Scraping away the mud trapping shoes to dirt, stepping inside. Gently closing the heavy chunk of wood behind you.

Every wall was oak, the stairs were oak, the odor of lacquer filling your nose. It felt old, lived in.

Were you intruding? You hoped not, but god you are so lost. All the minor deviations in your route to avoid the stray shrub, stick, ground shift had amounted to something unfamiliar. Getting home would be difficult.

Laters problem, the rain is too heavy.

The urge to explore was strong, like everything was calling your name. Fear gripped your heart, the silence other than a monsoon outside created anxiety. Closed palms getting sweaty, you took steps forward.

go upstairs.. Your head snapped left and right, that voice was feminine, not yours. Laters problem is now, going back towards the door.

It didn't budge, locked, huh?

I said upstairs. listen to my voice, I don't wish to harm. Each word sounded soft, dependable, stuff you haven't heard in a very long time. How you longed for comfort, following the lure. There was no way out anyway.

third room. There was a crossroads, four options but only really one. You listened, opening the darkened wood door.

This looked like a bedroom, from the red walls to the giant bed in the center pushed up against the wall. A small desk that was barren, save for a book. close the door for me. You hesitated, complying regardless.

"That's good. I knew something about you was different." Your bones jumped out of your skin, turning around sharply. A young looking woman, wearing a big red dress. "Intruders who listen are normally... burdened, instead of trying to rob me."

The door was locked again.

"I can hear your heart beating heavily, relax.. I don't desire to hurt you, my name is Liz. I live here, where you've broken in." Liz didn't sound mad about your intrusion, her voice softer than clouds. You wish to hear more.

"I'm sorry– I didn't mean to. I'll leave." Liz shook her head, beckoning you closer with two fingers.

"No. I won't let you leave yet. Come closer and tell me your name."

The vague threat of imprisonment washed over you without so much as a second thought, taking a step closer. You have no choice but to tell her.

"Ah, that's a cute name. Take your shoes and jacket off, no need for such formality in my abode." The wet clothing disappeared, Liz moving it for you. "So, how did you end up coming this far out? I'm not exactly on the beaten path."

"I," you bit your tongue.

"Don't be scared, let your worries fall at the wayside here." Liz lulled, patting the bed space next to her. "Sit."

"I'd get the bed wet."

"There's no problem. Just, sit." You complied, not wanting to disrespect her hospitality.

"Let me ask again, you don't have to answer but.. it'll do you a world of good.." You couldn't resist, so much light compared to the usual darkness.

"It's been a long few months, struggling, but I've survived. Through it all." The stranger listened, watched, smiled. But never spoke. Let you go through anything on your mind.

Everything.

Liz was at her own point of inflection, almost feeling bad at what she was going to have to do. You had taken her time, happily so. She enjoyed every minute of it, but dawn would rise before she could feed even if you were let free now.

Your blood started to smell really good, Liz tried to hide her growing hunger. But it was getting difficult. If only you were more observant, you wouldn't be in this situation. "Come closer, sit in my arms." Liz purred, pulling you inwards. "So strong, to admit that all.."

"Yeah... I should get back before the sky rises." You said, the curtains were completely closed, just the two lamps. You've never realised how dim it was.

"I.. no. I'm sorry." Your heart tensed, thrashing, Liz held you still. "Please, calm down. I don't want this to be difficult."

"What are you going to do..?" You trembled, the thrashing wasn't working. She was too strong.

"I'm a vampire, you've stumbled into my home. So you'll have to be my meal tonight..." Liz felt genuine remorse, normally it's criminals, drunks. Awful people who come out and end up in her web. You? A lost soul that's stumbled too far.

You stopped struggling. It wasn't worth it.

That made her heart bleed.

She had to make this better for you. There was no way she'd live with herself. "I can... make this feel better for you, less pain more.. pleasure."

"Really? How?" Something felt wrong, you should feel way more terrified, fight harder, scream, cry, thrash probably. But her embrace felt so safe, almost hypnotically so. The way she rocked you up and down, disarming any of that previous fight.

"Let me touch you, I'll bring you right to the edge. Then I'll feed, it shouldn't hurt as much." You nodded without thinking, anything that'd make it hurt less. "Just, let me..."

"The room will start to feel really warm, that's just a side effect. Let it envelop you." Liz kissed at your neck, enamored with the sweet blood she knew was just beneath, the rest of your appearance attracting her to you.

Every atom of the surrounding air became burning hot, skin turning red. Your clothes disappeared when you blinked, leaving you fully naked in her embrace. Sitting on top of her flowing dress. "Just don't think too much..."

Liz explored your body, vulnerable and uncertain as to what will happen. "Your bloods really flowing now.. smells so good, I'll take no more than I need. I'm sorry it's like this."

Words lived and died in your throat, it was impossible to speak. The lamps turned off mysteriously. Removing your sight. Nothing but touch, which Liz was enjoying more than you could ever know. Her soft hands rubbed all over your bare skin, exploring every inch except where you needed her most.

"I can see everything–every shake–every tremble." Her right hand pulled away, "spit forward." You listened. "good.. just let me make you feel good."

She definitely could see how you blushed.

One of Liz's hands rested on your collar, keeping you close to her embrace. Your eyes were closed, resting against her body. "Just going to touch you right here."

Her hand wrapped around your cock, warm and gentle. "Slowly, feel how nicely I hold you." Every stroke was soft and slow, rotating her hand while you moaned into her embrace. "That's it, moan into the air. Good..."

Her tongue ran up and down your neck, treating your cock with slow euphoria. All there was to focus on Liz. "I haven't felt desire this strong in so long.. Let me stroke you a bit faster."

So sudden, so good, you bucked helplessly into the vampires hand. "Throbbing for me, so cute, never seen a human this delicious." Liz was enjoying it all, she can show just enough restraint on your blood to keep you alive. That's what she told herself. "In all my time alive..."

The handjob ensued, she knew you couldn't resist the temptation to cum forever. Staring at her prey, licking her lips. "I know, I shouldn't.." She said to herself, unable to convince though.

"I don't have to feed right away. You want more right? Let me take you." Liz didn't wait, throwing your body into her impossibly comfortable bed. "This dress looks so good on me.." The lights flashed, letting you bask in it one more time. "But.. it must disappear for now."

And the light was gone.

She was on top, she slid you inside.

Slow, coy, sinking down on you. Thoughts of demise melted away as Liz's pussy gripped your cock, she was too much.

Far too much, a few seconds later you came without warning, flooding her vampire cunt with cum. Liz panicked, not from a fertility perspective. She can't get pregnant, but this wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be timed. Careful. To make it passable.

But now she didn't have a choice. Immediately pulling you in, sinking into your neck, feeding on you. You screamed out in pain, fuck it hurt. So badly. You wailed in anguish as blood ripped out of you. Vision already blank, consciousness merging with dreams. Liz drained more and more, she couldn't get enough.

Brain... static... fuzzy...

Blank.

I'm sorry. She thought, the sweetest blood she had lingering on her lips. Swiping her tongue up and down to lick them clean.

The sun came up, Liz could sense its weight on her skin even through the blinds. Looking down at the drained (in multiple ways) body below her, cleaned up and cleansed as an apology. Fanned out on her bed, in his clothes.

Liz was back in her dress, your head was on her lap. Hair getting stroked by her hand, she didn't need to share her secret. What wasn't known couldn't hurt.

You stirred, head pounding like hammers slammed down on it incessantly. Neck whining out in pain, you felt like death. Maybe you should be dead.

Though, the void was quiet. Silent here. For the first time in awhile you felt calm, content. It wasn't raining down anymore, why? "Morning.." She sounded solemn, you didn't pry. Letting her stroke your hair.

"Morning. I guess I should get going." You sighed, daybreak had come for you again. Another cycle, another day in this monotonous hell ready to be walked into.

"You don't have to– I really liked your presence." Liz was sniffling, on the verge of crying. She hasn't been made to cry since she was human.

The room fell silent.

Do you run back? Do you stay? She'd want more blood, that'd hurt every single time. But only for a moment, every thing else smolders for longer.

More pain.

Either way.

But here, you can reject that void.

"Are you sure.?"

"Y–yeah. Please, just don't leave." A single tear ran down her cheek, she's been lonely for too long.

"Okay. I won't leave, not now."