The Education of James
James could sense the gaze of his sires upon him across the lair. He knew that after the discussion that they had the other night, his sire would be interested in knowing if he had come to a decision. And, probably give him some more advice. In one fluid motion, James spun on his heels to await the sires' approach. He watched as he glided across the lair, effortlessly avoiding obstacles that were in his way. His tattered cloak flowing freely about him, revealing the tattered remnants of a once fine Victorian suite. James always wondered why he never decided to pilfer himself a new set of clothes. What was his attachment to what he wore? But, that was one question that would remain unanswered.
The sire came to a stop just inches from where James was standing. He looked him over, and said "You look a lot more at ease my child. I take it that you came to a decision while you slept."
"Yes I did, sire." James answered confidently.
"And might I ask what you decided?" The sire inquired with a slight smile.
"Certainly sire." James responded. "I have decided that I want to attempt the type of intimacy that I observed last night."
"I had a feeling that you were going to make that choice." The sire responded with a laugh. "Like I told you last night; out of any of our kind that I have known, I believe that you are the only one who can be gentle enough. But, Let me offer you some last minute advice. Take your time, and observe humans a little more. Watch how they touch and interact with each other. There is a lot of nuances goes into human intimacy. You've retained some of those behaviors, but it would still be a good idea to witness as much as you can. And when you feel that you are ready, choose someone like you do when you hunt. Be selective. You should be able to know the right one."
"Thank you sire." Answered James. "That is very sound advice. I will follow it to the letter."
"You may also need some money on you." The sire added.
"Money?" James asked, with a confused look on his face.
"It is what the humans use to pay for goods and services." The sire responded to James unasked question.
"So you mean that I might have to pay for this experience?" James asked in shock.
"That is a possibility." The sire answered calmly. "Or, you might need it to get into a place to do some of your observations."
After taking a moment to think over what his sire had said, James finally answered "What you say makes sense. Being that I need to blend in with the humans to observe them, then I should do things the same way that they do. As a way not to raise suspicion."
"That is correct, my child." The sire answered with a smile. "I am glad that you figured that piece out for yourself. But, do me a favor. If things go wrong, make sure that the body is never found."
"I will sire." James answered, with a slight bow of his head.
"Now go join your brothers and sisters." The sire commanded. "I will see you again before the sun rises."
With that, James sprinted over to where the rest of his brothers and sisters were gathered, awaiting the command to go and hunt. Seconds after James took his place amongst the crowd, the sire appeared on a large stone shelf above them.
"My children, another night is now upon us. Soon some of you will be ready to leave the safety of this lair, and go start your own covens. When that day comes, remember all that I have taught you, and pass those teaching on to those that you bring into our world. But, until that day arrives, go hunt and be happy."
James stayed back while the rest of his brothers and sisters headed out to begin their hunting. He needed some more time to collect his thoughts. He looked up to where the sire was just standing, but he had already left. He was just about to leave the lair, when he heard the sires voice in his head: Don't use your abilities to coerce or trick them into being with you. From what I can remember the experience is that much better when both are engaged in it of their own free will.
With that parting thought, James headed up the passage. As he effortlessly traveled the path, that he had taken many times before, his mind began to work how to go about tonight's hunt. He knew that he could not go against his own nature, but he also knew that he had to look as human as quickly as possible Hopefully a victim would present themselves early.
As James made his way to the end of the path, he saw that the marble tile was left ajar for him. He pulled himself up with ease, and replaced it. He straightened himself up, and dusted off his black slacks and jacket, and headed out of the mausoleum. Let the fun begin, he thought.
The night was clear and warm, perfect conditions for both of his ventures. On the air was an aroma incense and roses. In a flash, James made his way amongst the tombstones towards the entrance of the cemetery. Within seconds, he hit the boulevard. There, he stopped on a dime to figure out which way he should go. All of a sudden, he turned his head towards the direction of the town and breathed in deeply. He smiled as he realized that fate was on his side for the moment. On the air, was the fragrance of warm blood close by, and coming towards him. If he played his cards right, James could be ready to start his second venture sooner than he expected. He started to walk slowly towards the scent, to find its source.
After about five minutes, the source of the aroma came into view. She was standing under a broken street light, waiting to cross. She was wearing a short red sequence dress that hung off her left shoulder. Her long legs seemed longer due to the inch high red stilettos that she was wearing. Her dark hair was done up in a bun, revealing her long neck and gorgeous profile of her face.
At first, James thought that it was the same young women that he saw last night. But, then he realized that the scent of the blood and pheromones were completely different. He took one last moment to make sure that his appearance was perfect, before approaching his victim. He began to walk casually towards her, making sure that he caught her eye. As he passed her, she turned her head to look at him. At that moment, James turned, looked into her large green eyes, gave a slight nod of his head, and flashed a bright smile. He then stopped, waiting to see what she would do. He noticed that she hesitated for a moment, looking across the boulevard and then back at him. He could sense that she was not sure what to do. James smiled at her for a second time, locking his gaze on her. Her indecision melted away, as she walked toward him. James took her by the hand, and together they continued down the boulevard.
They walked on in silence for a few blocks. To their right, was the entrance to the community park. James guided his victim into the park, and down the path towards a grove of trees. With each step, he could feel her relaxing. When they had traveled deep enough into the trees, he turned her towards him, reaching for her other hand. In doing so, he caused her to drop the handbag that she was carrying. James pulled her close to himself, tilted his head down, and leaned in to kiss her softly on her lips. They parted in anticipation. Her lips felt warm and soft to his touch. A soft moan escaped from her as he pulled away. She tried to kiss him again, but James shook his head, and mouthed Not yet. He turned her around and pulled her close again. She moved his right hand to her left breast, while he began to kiss the nape of her neck. His other hand was wrapped around her waist.
She was already his, and James knew it. He gently turned her head, leaned in, and kissed her lips again. The moment was right. He ever so softly sunk his fangs into her neck. Only the slightest gasp escaped from her, as James feed off of her. James wanted to drag this out as long as he could, but tonight he did not slow down his drinking. He felt her body begin to spasm, as her heart fought to hang on.
Finally, James felt her body go limp. He pulled out and tenderly kissed the wounds, to heal them. Then he picked her up, cradled her head, and kissed her lips one last time. There was still some warmth in them. James carried her a short distance to a nearby ravine. With ease, he tossed her into it. With any luck, it would be awhile before her body was discovered. He began to head back the way that he had just come from. It was now time for him to start observing the way that humans are intimate with each other. When he got back to the spot where he had just feed, he stopped and picked up the handbag that she had dropped. Remembering what his sire had said, he opened it up in search of some money. He pulled out a wad of bills. In the blink of an eye he counted how much was there, and found that he now had five hundred dollars. He quickly shoved the money into the front pocket of his slacks. He then closed up the bag, and carried it with him to dispose of it elsewhere. James then exited the park, and headed for town.
The route that James had chosen, took him right past the brownstone that started all of this. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dashed around back. He wanted to see if he could catch another glimpse of her. With the agility of a cat, James leapt up to the balcony. He cleared the railing with ease. He headed straight for the glass door, and peered in. The room was completely dark and still. Everything was exactly like it was last night, except for the candles. They were completely melted down. The room was empty. James Breathed in deeply to see if he could catch her scent, but it was an hour old. She was out for the time being. Feeling a little disappointed, James dropped down again without making a sound. In a flash, he was back on the boulevard heading for the heart of town.
Just before he was to enter the main part of town, James slowed down, trying to match a normal human pace, and started paying close attention to how humans interact with each other. Tonight was a good night. Some were walking hand in hand, while others had their arms around the others waist.
James stopped to stare at a couple sitting on a bench, in front of a coffee shop. He noticed how close they sat to each other, how they used their hands to caress the others face and arms, and how tenderly they kissed each other. Each of their actions flowed from the other. Nothing was forced. And, from the way that each moved under the others touch, they were both enjoying themselves very much.
Ok, James thought to himself. There are different levels of intimacy for humans. Touch seems to be one of the basic forms. It seems that all other levels of intimacy stem from this. I now see what the sire meant, I somehow retained this level. But, how do you move to the level of intimacy that I am looking to experience?
After a few minutes of watching these two, James started to wander again. No matter where he looked, he kept seeing the same thing: humans holding hands, hugging, and kissing. Even peering into some windows, he could not find anyone doing what he saw the other night. James was starting to feel that he would never observe enough to be able to obtain what he wanted. The idea of just heading back to the lair began to cross his mind.
Then, all of a sudden, James came to an abrupt stop. His meandering had brought him to a part of town that he had never been. It was not as well lit as the main strip, or as populated. He walked up to the first building that he saw, and looked through the window. When he saw that it was a dingy, poorly lit old whisky bar, he walked on. Next door was an old rundown hotel. He decided to try and peer into some of the hotel's windows. Each room was exactly the same: White washed walls, a single wooden dresser, and a full size bed with a beige comforter on it.
Only one of the rooms that he peered into was occupied. James saw a women, wearing a pair of black lace panties and bra, kneeling down in front of a man sitting on the edge of the bed. From the positioning of the room, James could see that the man had his slacks and underwear pulled down to his ankles. He also saw that the woman held the mans cock in her hand. With her tongue, she began to lick its tip, before she began to suck it. Her head began to bob up and down slowly along its shaft, taking it deeper down her throat.
From what James could see, this was not as intimate as what he saw last night. James figured that this was his sire meant about someone paying for the experience.
Watching them, James could feel a slight burning in his groin. But, he could also feel his hunger beginning to come back slightly. He realized that he needed a bit more blood. He quickly looked around to see if there was anyone that he could quickly feed off of. He grinned, for he saw that his luck was continuing. James saw that an older women rushed into the alley, to relieve herself. He could see that she was wearing a denim jacket, and not much else. He came up behind her without making a sound, and waited for her to stand up from her crouching position. The smell of cheap alcohol was coming off of her skin. As she stood up, James grabbed her and sank her fangs deep into her neck. He could taste a combination of drugs and alcohol in her blood. It made the blood taste bad, but at least he did not need much. As soon as pulled his fangs out of her, he felt her collapse. He supported her long enough to kiss her wounds. Then he allowed her to drop. To anyone who passed by, it would look like she had passed out. James walked out of the alley, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. To his relief, there was no one in the area.
One building a block and a half away caught James' attention. Compared to all of the others in the area, it was well lit, and clean on the outside. It also had a lot of men going into it. He decided that it was worth checking out, and began to walk towards it. James noticed, as he got closer, that the building took up an entire block, and that all of its windows were blacked out. James stopped and read the large neon sign on top of the building. It read "Rough Riders Gentleman's Club, where all of your wildest fantasies come true." A smile grew on his face. Let's see if that is true, he thought to himself. He reached for the door, opened it and entered.
"Twenty five dollars." Yelled a large muscular black man, over the blaring music. He was dressed all in black.
James glanced around the room, as he fished the money out of his pocket. He was standing in a short hallway. There were pictures and photos of naked women hanging on the red velvet walls. James flipped through the bills, and pulled out two twenties. He handed them to the gentleman.
He placed the bills into a lock box. He then counted out fifteen singles, and handed them to James. He then undid the rope to let James pass. "Enjoy." he said to James, as he redid the rope.
James walked down the short hallway and turned right, into the main room. He then stopped short, to steady himself from the overwhelming aroma of blood, and to take everything in. The room was a large, dimly lit rectangle. Along the wall to James left was a section of oversized red cushioned chairs. Along the wall next to this section, was a long stage. In the center of the stage, was a pole that went all the way up to the ceiling. Behind the stage, the entire wall was a mirror. Directly across from where James was standing, was a doorway to another room. The sign above the door read "Fantasy V.I.P. Room." To his right, was a staircase to the second floor where the DJ and theme private dance rooms were located. Some of which looked like bedrooms and shower stalls. In the middle of the room, were two smaller stages with a bar right in between. Throughout the rest of the room, tables and chairs were strategically placed.
Wherever he looked, James saw gorgeous women. They were of different heights, body types, and ethnic groups. Some of them were on the stages, dancing and peeling off their skimpy outfits. Others were walking up to the men sitting at the tables, leaning in and whispering into their ears. While still others were leading men to the chairs next to him, or up the stairs to one of the theme rooms.
Right next to him, James watched as one of the young women lean back against a mans chest, while gyrating above his groin. At the same time, she squeezed her own breasts while moaning softly. The mans hands were on her hips.
From what looked liked a shower stall, he saw the silhouette of a man sitting with a young woman straddling him. She was shaking her breasts in the mans face. Then she slid herself down his chest, bringing her head level with his groin. She then moved her head around his groin, just inches above the bulge of his dick. Through the frosted glass, it looked like they were both completely nude.
As he was taking all of this in, a young women came walking towards him. She was wearing a tight black leather bra and boy shorts. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back She was carrying a serving tray in her hand. "What can I get you to drink?" She asked James.
James quickly looked around, and saw a man with a bottle in his hand. "I will have whatever he is having." James said.
She walked away, and headed towards the bar. After a few minutes she returned with a bottle of beer in her hand. "That will be five dollars." She said, handing it to him.
James reached into his pocket, and handed her a twenty. She pulled a bill holder out from the top of her boy shorts. She counted out fifteen singles, and handed them to him. She then just stood there staring at him. James stood there, not sure what to do.
"She is waiting for you to tip her." Grunted the man receiving the lap dance. The women was now rubbing the bulge in his slacks with her breasts.
James handed her back two dollars. She walked away, shaking her head as she went. James backed against the wall, in an attempt to blend in. He did not know what to look at, so he just kept looking at everything. Just taking in everything that was going on in the room. He pretended to take a sip of his beer every few minutes.
As the DJ was changing songs, an extremely young woman came walking down the stairs. She looked no older than eighteen or nineteen years of age. Without her stilettos on, which she was carrying in one of her hands, she stood five foot six. She was wearing a black lace teddy with pink skulls on it. It hung off of her small, firm breasts nicely, concealing he athletic build; black lace panties, and black fishnet stockings on her toned long legs. Her long brown hair was parted down the middle, and hung in two pigtails. Her short bangs were brushed forward. Her brown eyes seemed to sink into her head, with the black eyeliner and mascara that she was wearing. She had black lipstick on her full, pouting lips. Her attention was drawn right to James. She walked up to him.
"Hi, I am Gothic Baby Doll." She said, leaning in close to him. "Haven't seen you here before. Are you new around in town?"
"I am from town, I have just never been to this part before." James answered, with a little shock in his voice. "I just happened to see this place, and decided to come in. I have been observing human interactions."
"Human interaction?" She laughed. "You'll observe more than that here." She leaned in even closer, and touched James on his arm. "Listen, I will be honest with you. You look completely lost and out of place in here. I know that I probably should not be doing this, but my shift is almost over. Why don't you come back to my place, after I get changed. We can talk about why you were observing human interactions tonight."
"I would like that a lot, thank you." James responded with a slight smile.
"Good. Give me a few minutes, and I will come and get you." She said, turning and walking away.
James just stood there dumbfounded. He could not believe what had just happened. He was trying not to be seen. And, it seemed to be working with all of the other women in the place. They just kept walking past him, as if he was not there. He wondered if there something about her that allowed her to notice him?
He would have to think about that later, for she was walking back towards him. She had changed into a black tee shirt, a denim jacket, a pair of skinny jeans, and a pair of high heel boots. Her hair was now flowing around her shoulders. She still had her makeup on.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked, walking up to him.
James nodded. He placed his beer down on the nearest table, and followed her out of the club.
"So, where did you park?" She asked, looking around.
"I walked here." James answered.
"You walked here?" She repeated, looking at him closely. She walked over to her white '84 Mustang. "Come on then, Get in. By the way, my real name is Amy."
James climbed in, and waited for Amy to get in on her side.
"My name is James." He said, as she got in.
"Nice to meet you James." Amy said, as she put the key into the ignition. As the car started, the dashboard clock showed that the time was 10:00pm.
"So James, if you don't mind me asking, where do you live?" She asked, pulling onto the street.
"The other side of town." James replied slowly, trying not to give up too much information. "Right next to the old cemetery."
"And you walked all the way here?" She said with a touch of shock in her voice. "You must really enjoy walking."
They rode in silence for about fifteen minutes. The mixture of the perfume that she was wearing and, and the scent of her blood, was making him want to sink his fangs into the soft skin of her neck. But, thanks to the extra bit of blood that he had earlier, he was able to fight it back. All of a sudden, Amy parked and turned the engine off.
"We're here." She said, opening her door.
James followed suit. He saw that he was standing in front of an old two story apartment complex. He followed Amy up the metal staircase, and to the last door on the left. He waited for her to unlock the door, and invite him in.
"Have a seat." She said, motioning to the black leather couch. "I'm just going to slip into something a bit more comfortable. Can I offer you anything to drink?"
"No thank you." James answered, walking over to the couch. "I am good."
"I'll be right back then, she replied, flipping the stereo on. Bring Me to Life came through the speakers. She then disappeared down the hallway.
Looking around the room, James could see that she was completely into the gothic scene. On the walls, hung numerous pictures of vampires, werewolves, and other dark images. She had an array of oil burners and inscent holders, arranged on her entertainment center. In her bookcase, she had many books on vampires, witchcraft, the supernatural, and the occult. Two books grabbed his attention, for they looked out of place. He picked them up to get a better look at them. The titles on them were Daily Sex, and The Kamasutra. He flipped through both books taking in all of the images and descriptions that were in them. When he heard the door handle begin to turn, he put the two books back, and dove onto the couch. He quickly straightened himself out.
Amy walked back into the livingroom. She had changed into an oversized black tee shirt. She had removed all of the makeup, revealing the true pink hue of her lips. She sat down next to James, tucking her bare legs under herself. She sat there, just staring into James' eyes for a moment.
"So tell me again, what were you doing at the Rough Rider?" Amy asked again.
"I was observing human interactions." James replied, looking back into Amy's eyes. "I was trying to learn about the different levels of intimacy."
"How come?" She asked, leaning her head against the back of the couch.
"I was hoping to learn enough, to be able to find a women to be intimate with." James said, looking down.
"You mean that you have never been intimate with anyone before?" She gasped, sitting straight up.
"Not that I can remember." James said quietly.
"Not that you can remember? Were you in an accident or something?" She asked, looking over his perfect form.
"Something like that." James admitted, smiling slightly.
"Ah... I see." Amy said, returning his smile. "One last question, why are you looking to have an intimate experience?"
"I want to know what it feels like to be that open and close with someone." James answered.
"I see." Amy said, moving a little closer to James. She put her hand on his knee. "I can tell you that with most of the girls in the club, you would not get the experience that you are looking for. Don't get me wrong; any of them would fuck you for the money in your pocket, but it would be only that. There would be no emotional connection."
"Oh." James said, with a look of disappointment and confusion on his fac. "I thank you for your hospitality and your honesty. I guess that I should get going." With that, James stood up to leave.
"Wait a minute." She pleaded, grabbing onto his hand. "I do not want you to go."
James sat back down, while Amy moved even closer to him. She placed her hand on his knee again. They both just sat there in silence for a moment. James broke the silence by asking "Why did you want me to stay?"
"I don't know." She answered slowly. She never took her gaze off of him. "Ever since I saw you in the club, I was instantly attracted to you. I can't explain it."
James took a chance, and leaned in to kiss Amy. Her lips felt so soft and warm against his. He heard her moan softly, as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt her slide her hand up his chest, and to the side of his face. James slowly pulled back, to see what Amy would do.
Amy sat still for a moment, looking at James with a gleam in her eyes. Then, in one fluid motion, she straddled James. Crushing her lips into his. She forced his jacket off of him, and began to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands across his hard chest, sliding down him, and kissing his stomach. She unbuttoned his slacks and slid them off of him. She let out a gasp when she saw how long and hard James was.
"You really do want to do this." Amy blushed, as she began to stroke his engorged cock. She slowly began to run her tongue around the tip of it, and then up and down its shaft. Then she slowly placed her mouth over it, taking it deep into her throat.
James moaned loudly from the sensation. He reached down and began to run his fingers through her hair. He was surprised that he could be this close to her, smelling her blood, without feeling the urge to feed off of her.
Amy then stood up, and gave James a big smile. She reached down and pulled her tee shirt over her head, revealing that she was only wearing a black thong. She pressed herself against his chest, kissing him long and hard; forcing her tongue into his mouth. Her right hand slid into her thong, massaging her clit.
James, remembering what he had looked at a little while ago, brought his head down and pressed his lips against her left breast; flicking his tongue against the tender skin of her nipple. She let out a soft moan as his tongue continued to play with it. He could sense her blood begin to pump faster. At this, he had to fight back the urge to sink his fangs into her soft skin and take a taste. He slid his mouth down from her breast, and began to softly kiss her flat stomach. With each kiss, he could feel her squirm under his lips.
James slid the thong off of her, and began to run his tongue over her shaved clit. Amy sighed softly, grabbing onto James hair. All of a sudden, James shot his tongue into her pussy. He heard her scream out in pleasure, as his mouth was filled with a warm, salty fluid. With each thrust of his tongue, he felt her body writhe above him.
Then suddenly, James felt Amy try to push him back. Though he did not want to stop, he allowed her to, and began to stand up, kissing her body again. As soon as he was back in a standing position, Amy pushed him back onto the couch. He watched as she crawled onto his lap like a cat, straddling him once more. He felt her hand grab his cock, and hold it steady as she lowered herself onto him. He heard hear cry out, as he entered her. He could feel how tight she was. He leaned forward, kissing her again. She moaned into his mouth, as she began to find her rhythm.
After a few minutes of watching her ride him, James grabbed her ass to keep her pressed tight against him, while he rolled her over. He then began to slowly thrust himself into her. With each thrust, he could feel her walls tightening around him. He could also feel the pressure begin to build within him. He figured that they were both almost ready to climax.
"Harder." She panted. Her whole body was beginning to spasm.
James started to thrust into Amy a little harder and deeper. After a minute or two, James felt her wrap her legs around him, holding him deep within her. He then felt her inner walls crushing around him, and a warm sensation wash over his cock. At the same moment, he felt himself release into her. He leaned down and kissed her, before pulling out. He sat back down on the couch, as she sat back up.
"I have never experienced an orgasm like that before." She panted, moving her drenched hair out of her face. "I am spent and energized, all at the same time. And look at you, you look as fresh as when we started." She looked at him in amazement for a moment. "You...you are not human, are you?"
"I once was." James said in a low voice. He never took his eyes off of Amy. He was trying to make sure that she was ok.
"Wha...what are you?" She asked, moving closer to him. Her hand went for his cock again, and started to stroke it once more.
"You tell me what you think I am." He said, with a touch of shock in his voice. He was surprised that she was still sitting close to him, let alone still touching him. But, he was still enjoying the sensations.
"Your body is as hard as stone." She said, hitting a steady rhythm. "With the exception of what is in my hand, your body is cold. You're a vam..."
"Yes." He said. "Does that not scare you? Knowing that you are sitting next to something that could end your life at any moment?"
"No it doesn't." She said, sitting on his lap, facing him. "I know that it should, but it doesn't. To tell you the truth, I am actually turned on more." She let herself slide off of his lap and knelt in front of James. She began to blow James for a second time.
James just sat there in shock. Her actions surprised him. He expected that once Amy figured out what he was, that she would have done everything in her power to get away from him. Not start to pleasure him again. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly, as those sensations began to flood to back even harder. He felt the pressure continue to build, as she sucked his dick all the way to its base.
After a few minutes, James came for a second time. Amy swallowed it all, as it filled her throat. She looked up at James, placing both hands on his lap. "I want to be with you James." She said with pleading eyes. "You can feed from me whenever you want... and fuck me as well."
"I... I do not know if I can do that." James said, lifting Amy off of her knees. "I do not think that I could feed from you solely without killing you."
"Then feed before coming to see me." Amy pleaded. "Please tell me that I will see you again."
James stood up, pulling up his slacks. He then helped Amy up to her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes. "I need to figure things out Amy." James told her, while holding her close to him. I went out tonight hoping to experience the most intimate form of human interaction. I must admit, that it was better than I expected it to be." He stopped for a moment, looking at the beautiful women standing before him. "I also have to admit that I am feelings things for you, that I do not understand as of yet. But I can promise you that I will come back to see you again. Even if it is just to give you my answer.
He pulled her naked body towards him. She looked up into his eyes, and exposed her neck to him. She mouthed to him Taste me. James leaned down, and slowly sank his fans into her neck. A slight moan escaped from her, as he took a small drink. She tasted as good as she smelled. He withdrew his fangs, and kissed her wounds. He then pressed his lips against hers one last time. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Amy stood there for a moment, collecting herself. Then she laid down on the couch, curling up. Within seconds, she fell asleep.