Destiny As a Vampire

So I’m definitely an amatuer writer, but this fantasy has been on my mind lately. I felt the best way to indulge in it was to get it out on paper, so to speak. Keep in mind, I was writing this more for myself than anything, but I felt like I should share it, in case any one else enjoyed it. This is only the second erotica story I’ve ever written, so please, go easy on me. I’d love constructive criticism or comments, and if I get positive feedback, I’ll consider a sequel, or series, or whatever floats my boat. Oh, and sex doesn’t come until the end of the story, so if you’re looking for a quickie, you won’t find it here. Without further adieu, enjoy.


Do things really go bump in the night? Marissa found herself constantly asking this question. She had always told herself not to let her imagination get the best of her, but nights where she walked through the shadowy streets alone or found herself looking over her shoulder before going to bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. In all honesty, the idea of the things that lurked in the dark fascinated her. Yet, it terrified her at the same time. Ever since she was a child, she found herself being drawn towards the shadows; something was so enticing about them. Whenever she went to her father about these strange feelings, she noticed how he visibly tensed, how his face hardened and his fists clenched. She never understood why he became so uncomfortable, or even at times angry when such a topic was brought up. Every conversation about this ended the same way. Her father ended up crying behind his closed bedroom door. (She couldn’t go to her mother about these things, because she had passed away when Marissa was only a few days old.) As she grew older, she became more sensitive to the way he reacted. She figured something must be wrong with her. So she stopped asking, just for his sake. But soon she would find out.

Marissa stood in front of the mirror, tucking a strand of her messy blonde hair behind her ear. She had never particularly appreciated her appearance. She had light curls that framed her face, a pair of hazel eyes that she wished were blue and a decent body. She stood at about five foot six, had long legs and a torso to match. The only feature she felt blessed with was her chest. She was definitely not lacking there. But as she applied some finishing touches to her makeup, all she was worrying about was having a good night. At 12:00, she would turn 18. Despite her age, her friend Nicki had planned to take her out to a club, with the use of fake ID’s of course. Just then her phone buzzed; a text from Nicki: “Here. Ready to party?” Marissa smiled at her phone and sent a quick reply before turning to leave the bathroom. She flicked off the switch, sending the bathroom into darkness. As she walked through the door frame, the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. Sensing that something was not right, she slowed her steps and turned her head, looking behind her. She saw nothing in the darkness, yet felt an electric pull towards it. Her eyes fluttered closed and she took in a deep breath, ‘I’m losing my mind” she muttered to herself. She gave her head a light shake, trying to clear it. She continued down the hallway, ignoring the feeling she was getting. Making sure to leave at least one light on, she grabbed her bag and left out the door, all the while ignoring the urge to walk back into the darkness. These urges had been getting more and more intense lately. She was worried that something might be so wrong with her that she needed to see a professional. As she walked towards Nicki’s car she thought how that may be her only solution, but then again, what would they tell her? She did not have a phobia of the dark like some people did; she was drawn to it… no, connected to it. She had never felt so strongly about something. It was as if she belonged to the darkness…or whatever was in the darkness. In fact, as she laughed with Nicki, she had to conceal the glazed look that overcame her eyes. Her whole body felt a pull so powerful that it ripped the air from her lungs. She gasped for air and placed her hand over her chest in shock. That had been the strongest sensation she had ever felt. She swore she heard the darkness talking to her, calling her. She quickly covered her little incident with a cough, hoping Nicki didn’t notice. She glanced over, and when she realized her friend had still been laughing as if nothing happened, she sighed with relief. Marissa spent the remainder of the drive watching the shadows around the streetlights as they passed on the road.

Once they arrived at the club, the girls easily got in and headed for the bar. They ordered a few rounds of shots, straying away from those typical girly drinks. A few guys had offered to buy them some of that fruity shit, but they waved them off.
“Losers,” Nicki muttered as she rejected yet another group of guys. Marissa giggled and rolled her eyes. “No pussy shit for us!” Nicki hollered as she held the last shot glass in the air. Marissa clanked her glass against Nicki’s and replied with an enthusiastic “Hell no!” as they tilted them back and slammed them down on the bar. By then the two were feeling pretty good and decided to hit the dance floor. The bass was vibrating against their feet and as the alcohol clouded more of their brain, the flashing lights around them became fuzzy. Some of the guys that had tried to buy them drinks took advantage of the situation and cut in, bumping and grinding with the tipsy girls. Marissa gave in to the music, letting her hips sway to the beat and the sound fill her ears. Nicki followed suit, also loving the mix between the alcohol and the music. They danced for a while, occasionally a new guy would cut in, taking the place of the guy before him. Marissa looked over and rolled her eyes as she watched two guys basically fist fighting to get behind Nicki. Nicki gave Marissa a thumbs up and winked, obviously enjoying the entertainment taking place behind her back. Just then, Marissa felt the guy behind her pull away. She expected the next one to jump in like they had been doing for an hour now, but no one came up behind her. Confused, she looked back. Now, instead of one of the bar creeps standing behind her, stood the most peculiar looking man. He looked to be in his early twenties and he had jet black hair, spiked on top and a little longer on the sides. As the colored lights flickered over him, Marissa’s eyes wandered over his body. He was tall. Very tall. He probably stood at six foot two. She also noticed that strange clothing he wore. Normally she would roll her eyes and write the man off as some pathetic emo kid who probably cuts his arms for attention. But as she looked at his long leather coat, his popped collar and his dark-as-night jeans, she couldn’t help but appreciate how perfectly the style fit him. But it wasn’t his clothes that caught her attention. It was his eyes. A small smirk formed on his thin lips as Marissa’s eyes widened. Staring back at her were eyes so blue that they appeared to be glowing. If she had been close enough, she would have seen that they were dark blue in the middle with a light blue ring around them. A lump caught in her throat as he closed the distance between them. She meant to step away, but her feet were frozen in place. When he approached her and gently placed his hands over her hips, pulling her to him, so felt electric shocks run through her body. She inhaled sharply, looking down at the light skin on his hands, the hands that had just sent electrifying sensations through her. As they moved in what seemed like slow motion, everyone else on the dance floor disappeared. In that moment, it felt like they were the only two in the whole building. She was in such a trance-like state, she barely noticed his head come beside hers. Her eyes darted to his face. She memorized his features, his pale skin, his strong jawline, his lips. His lips seemed to be stuck in a evil smirk, a smirk that said he knew something she didn’t. When her eyes reached his, she nearly fell over. His eyes were glowing even brighter. They held each other’s stare for what seemed like hours. But as he broke their gaze and slowly dipped his head down, she panicked. He leaned down and placed his lips against her neck. She felt her body freeze with fear or anticipation, whichever came first. As she swallowed hard and closed her eyes, she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin. Her stomach tightened and she felt him smile against her skin.Then he gently nipped her neck with teeth much sharper than Marissa thought they should be. But as she gasped and opened her eyes, he was gone. Marissa looked over at Nicki. Before her was her friend giving her a thumbs up and winking. The two drunk idiots were still fighting behind her. Marissa’s gaze dropped to the floor, completely confused. As she concentrated on the lights roaming the tiles, she realized that whatever had just happened, happened within seconds… or maybe time stopped. Whatever happened was weird. She was sure that she had just danced with that strange man. But the situation in front of her said that no time had passed whatsoever. She let her eyes close, replaying the memories that had just happened before her. She pictured him standing behind her, his arms clasped behind his back.