There I was in my four poster bed that resembled a coffin. I was thinking of her yet again, I tried really hard to banish the memory and pain of her of her. It had been roughly 112 years since I last spoke to her. I see her image every time I go to sleep, I remember the last thing she said to me" You didn’t even pretend you cared, all you thought about how tainted your soul has become since the fang was burned into your chest." I shudder to think of the fang, the worst thing a vampire can have done to them. The fang is a marking not from the devil per say but from something much, much worse it’s from the high covenant who are by far more evil then what the bible tells us the devil is. They may not take your soul but they will twist it beyond belief, they will make you do things you normally wouldn’t do from murdering an entire family to destroying a child’s future by turning them into one of the undead. The worst thing though is that they make you do it even though you know its wrong yet you have to do it because the have complete and utter control over you soul. Try as you might you cannot fight them once they have chosen to play with your soul.

She didn’t understand why I felt horrified about the covenant toying with my life I mean what gives her the right to judge me. When she is the one who supports what the covenant does her the one whom willingly kills innocent families just for her jollies. And yet I cannot help but still love her even though I know she is every thing of what I see as evil. She said I was her hated secret even though she is what a lot of vampires despise. The night she left I felt like a great burden of mine was lifted yet another was placed in its stead to serve as a reminder that I’m never alone any more the covenant is always watching to see if I will try to break their hold on me. I’ve heard it was possible to defy the covenant but many who do end up nothing but dust or worse just a living corpse to do their bidding with no mind at all. I didn’t want to become like the other vboons that’s what most vampires called them. Most of us pitied them but a lot of us just avoided them they felt no pain no feelings they were nothing but mindless fighters. So I tried my best not to piss with the covenant, I kept a low profile as not to bring their fury down upon me. Sometimes I felt like just staying out past dawn to feel the final pain of death but then again I couldn’t secretly defy the covenant now could I? I was in the organization that helped fight the covenant’s power but we were cautious enough never to openly defy them we were the Night Pitbulls.

This is my story of how I became an outcast to the vampiric society. First let me introduce my self and how I became a creature of the night. My name is Jason Maître De Cheval; I look as if I am only 17 because that is when I was turned. I’m am roughly 5’11 and 150lbs, my hair is down to my nose and is reddish, black of course like most vampires my skin is pale to the point it looks as if I wear make up constantly which I do not. But my story on how I became a vampire or one of the undead as scholars call them is very simple yet complex there in lies my story. It was back in the year 1896 in France. My family was never rich nut we made our living by being the best stable in the country our stables were world-renowned. My parents were off tending to the horses; my brothers were out at the local pub doing some of our business there letting everyone know that we had plenty of room to stable their horses. That year had been rough on us because a lot of the horses were dying of a strange disease, their blood would be sucked dry and we could not find out why. The disease started shortly after the kings daughter had fallen sick she became weak slowly it the weakness overtook her and she died that’s when this strange disease hit. As I said my parents were gone and so were my two brothers Ryan and Leon, here I was at home making sure no one stole our hard-earned money. I hated to be the one to stay home and tend the house I mean I wasn’t a maid or anything. It was a boring job but some one had too do it as Paris was not a safe place for untened money, I didnt mind doing it once in a while but i was always stuck at home.

It was around one in the morning that I heard a noise at the door , I was slightly wary beacuse it was so early in the morning so I grabbed my knife just to be on the safe side. I opened the door slowly and there stood a woman of astonishing beauty, she was about 5'7 very petite, skin like ivory in colour and in smoothness. She had long blond hair and very ample breasts, not that I was looking. She had a narrow waist and a slight curve to her hips that made me start to have a stirring in my loins. She was pretty enough to make the princess jelious, but she had the posture of a Noblewoman. But enough of that. She gave me a small smile and said " Excuse me monsieur but I need lodgings for my horse tonight, I was wondering if you had any stalls left for her?"

I replied "But of course Jeune coup manqué we have plenty of space for you horse"

She nodded her head and asked me to point her the way to the stables, I told her " I will do better I will take you to them , my name is Jason and I will be pleased to help you with your horse".

" Thank you monsieur I am too greatful, you are the first helpful person since i came back to paris". Off we went into the night, I showed her to the stables and where she could hang up her horses tack. She later introduced her self as Kassaundra L'enfant De Mal Sang.

We later enjoyed a steaming hot cup of coffee, she didn't seem to drink it much but i figured it was because she wass enjoying my company .The next few days I did not see her except at night and I just figured she was doing bussiness. But when we got together we enjoyed every second of it, we went horse back riding ,she taught me to play this funny American instument called the "Guitar" . But overall we became very close to the point I knew I had to have her, every time I saw her I felt a stirring down there that told me I just had to have her.One night I decided to take her to an Inn called the "L'observateur De La Seine" Which means roughly in english " the observer of the Seine"( a river in Paris). We went into the Inn when we checked in Kassuandra had this funny little grin on her face as if to say " I know what your up too". We went up to the room and talked a bit and she told me

" I know what you have planned Jason and let me say this I am willing". She started to kiss me and I kissed her back with pure animal lust. She started to take off my shirt and kiss down my chest.she slid off my pants and boxers and started to lick my massive cock then she dipped her head and took me all in. She slid out of her dress to reveal her wearing nothing under it I set to work with my fingers I pinched her already stiff nipples she moaned in pleasure .

I moaned " stop or im going to cum in your mouth" she just kept up her pace ,I kinda figured she wanted to taste my man seed. Then all of a sudden I felt a boiling in my balls and I knew that I was going to release my manly juice, " Oh GOD I'M CUMMING" I screamed out in pure ecstacy. she swallowed all of my load and licked my prick clean, she moaned " I needed that". the she slowly guided my love pole into to her warm dripping pussy