First Thirst (Craving 1)
I dinnae answer her.
She slapped me across m’face and shouted, “Are you thirsty?”
I heard my voice, hoarse and hungry, “Aye.”
“Come here!” she snapped.
I was confused. She wasn’t talking to me. She was looking over her shoulder. I saw then a young, naked, and deliciously pretty lass with perfect little tits, walking as though in a daze towards us from the corner of the room.
Allora touched the woman’s perky breast and fondled her for a moment. I felt sick and disgusted with m’self as I watched her because m’dick was hard and twitching, but the thirst made me want to sink m’teeth into the woman’s neck where I could see the vein already opened by Allora’s fangs.
I was suddenly starving, and needing unspeakable things. I wanted the poor lass in every imaginable way, but most of all, I could hear her heartbeat and that pounding drove me insane. I was clutched by madness. It is the only excuse I have ever given m’self for what happened next.
She took the girl’s wrist and put it to m’lips.
“Drink!”
“No!” I resisted, but m’head was beating a drum to do just that. I needed to quench the thirst, tha
t first all-consuming thirst for blood. Ye can’t think of anything else. I dinnae see anything but a way to the blood.
“Drink!” she demanded.
And that first time…that only time, I became a monster.
I sank m’vampire fangs into that poor lass’s wrist. Her eyes were vacant, but her blood was warm, so warm…
It was a feeding frenzy that I had no control over. I took and took and pulled her beneath me. I ravaged her body, pumping m’self into her while I drank, and until she lay lifeless beneath me.
Even after all these years of repentance—over one hundred, I feel sick at the memory.
I was evil that night. Evil beyond m’worst nightmare.
Allora mounted me after she threw the dead girl’s body off the bed.
I saw the girl lying lifeless on the floor, but before I could contemplate the horror of it all, Allora mounted and rode me hard and fast and when I heard her go off, I threw her down on the bed and rammed m’self into her with a force I didn’t know I was capable of until then. I told m’self later, it wasn’t me, and I swore it never would be again.
Allora screamed m’name over and over and as I sank m’fangs into her neck. All at once, I again saw the lifeless lass on the floor and I froze.
I had been fucking Allora harder than I had ever fucked before, but the sight of the girl, the knowledge that I had done that to her, made me push Allora away so that I could jump from the bed and run.
“No!” I shouted as I scrambled to get m’clothes from a nearby chair and dressed in the blink of an eye. Vampires own speed and mine was out of control. I had to get away from Allora, and from what I had done.
I had no idea where I was in that moment…and then I remembered. I was at her home. She had taken me to her manor—Brently Manor!
I made it home to MacLeod and sped upstairs to m’chambers. I was a vampire. I would never again be able to look into the sun or walk in the daylight. I was a beast with a bloodlust.
I spent a few nights in self-pitying agony, but I had to feed. I couldna get away from that awful fact.
But I had vowed to m’self that never again would I taste human blood. I was determined to keep that promise. So I went out at night and discovered I had skills and abilities that I could use to help me survive, and hunted whatever game I could find.
However, after a week went by, Allora made it known that she meant to keep what she produced. She had created me and meant to have me and make me serve her needs.
She arrived outside m’balcony doors and demanded I let her in.
I refused. She described m’friends, the servants that had been working for me for years. She made me aware that she knew who they were. She did so with one purpose—to make me understand what she could do.
She told me I had a choice, to let her enter m’home or accompany her to Brently. I realized that Allora, an ancient vampire with evil in her cold dead heart, would destroy anyone I cared about if I dinnae do one or the other of her demands.