How to Fuck A Vampire

​After knowing him all these years, I wanted him to know the truth about everything. I wanted him to be like me, if I wasn’t going to age and grow old then neither was he. Selfishness was a personal trait of mine, if I wanted something, I always got it no matter the consequences I might face later.

​For seven years I stalked my prey, followed him to every show he played, ran my finger down the sharp strings of his guitar, hung around the venue exits flirting my ass of with both him and his crew so I could find out every little detail. His music meant everything to me but he meant more, some people would call it obsessive but I wanted him badly, his perfect body, dark fluffy hair, venomous green eyes, the crooked teeth, the hypnotic voice, I wanted all of it to myself.

​After seven years I found out his address, it somehow slipped into my hands, the same night I got in my car and drove 300 miles to the given address, I didn’t bother taking any clothes with me except what was on my back, it was to much hassle.

​I arrived at the address at a little past midnight, the forest surrounding it hid it from the road, the long driveway to the small hideaway was perfect, a place where no one would hear me, or him. I left the car half way up the drive so he wouldn’t know I was there and neither would anyone else, the tall pines hiding my mini easily.

​Feet barely touching the ground, I sprinted up the rest of the drive. The door to a cute thatched cottage loomed into my view faster than I anticipated, I was aware I was faster then normal people but sometimes I underestimated exactly how fast I was. Despite having highly enhanced speed and various other powers for over 100 years, I was still unaware of my enhancements for the most part.

My throat was burning, eager to feed, the dead bolt on the door didn’t stop me entering without a sound, my weight barely registering as I made my way up the spiral staircase, the loose floorboards not even creaking as they held my feather light steps.

The rich scent of copper, booze, sweat and a hint of cigarettes burnt my nose, the scent I recognised instantly as being him. The arroma that wasn’t unpleasant came from the room infront, sliding the door open soundlessly, I slinked into his room. There he was, a tangle of covers, one leg hanging over the edge of his double bed, half lying on his covers half sprawled underneath, he hair splayed out round his head, an untamed black mane of shaggy hair just asking to have my fingers run through it.

I lay on the bed next to him. This was going to be easier than I thought. Next to his unaware sleeping body, I was the hunter, he was the hunted. In his deep sleep I turned him so I could freely kneel over him, his naked body pressed between my legs. How i’d wanted to be in this position for nearly a decade.

His body stirred beneath me, I had to act. Twining his hair around my fingers I pulled his head back. He jerked awake at the force, eyes focusing on me ‘Al?