THE VAMPIRE

It was hidden in a cellar of an old abandon mansion about a mile out side of the city limits. No one ever bothered visiting the old Quartermane place anymore, a ramshackle collection of farm buildings dominated by a huge old barn and a house three or four times the size of any in found town. Unoccupied for at least fifty years, hardly anyone left could even remember anyone ever having lived there, and when the wind would blow, strange sounds echoed from the holes and cracks in the tired old walls, which was just about enough to discourage even the bravest kid to go to poking around the place. It was a lucky thing too, because what was lurking in that dank basement was as close to the devil incarnate as you could find on earth! On a old solid oak table lay a figure that appeared to be dead, neither breathing or moving, it just lay there as if it were in a deep sleep. As sunset fell, and the shadows of the evening crossed the night sky, the figure on the table as if by magic began to move as its lungs filled with air and it came alive, rising up and in an instant turning into a bat and flying through a small broken window pane and into the night sky!!!

The full moon shone brightly in the late September sky as the black shape shot through the night air, making a bee line for the small town of Four Corners. It's nostrils flaring, the winged mammal could detect the scent of a sleeping female at more than one hundred yards. Diving and darting between the houses, the over powering aroma of a delicious woman wafted out of an open window, and the bat deftly flew through the small opening and into the dark bedroom. As if by osmosis, the foot wide bat turned back into a towering six foot four inch vampire. Dressed in a dark black suit, with a long black cape draped over his shoulders, August Quartermane stared down at the sleeping woman and let a low animal like growl rumble deep in his chest. Marie Timmons was immediately awakened by the noise, and as her eyes slowly came into focus, she could clearly see the outline of a large figure standing next to her bed. She tried to scream, but no sound would come from her mouth, she seemed frozen, unable to say or do anything to defend herself. It was as if some strange power had filled the room, making it impossible for her to even so much as move a muscle! August Quartermane lifted his arms, with the cape forming a tent over the body of the terrified woman. Slowly bending down, he bared his teeth, the two large canines glistening in the moon light as he bit into the neck of his shocked prey. While a vampire gains sustenance from the blood of his victims, there is always a strong undercurrent of sexual excitement in both the vampire and his conquest, and in the case of Marie Timmons, the second the razor sharp teeth penetrated her neck, her vagina flooded with her own juices and she erupted with and involuntary orgasm. After several minutes of feeding, Quartermane lifted the nightgown of the now docile woman and quickly mounted her and entered her pussy with his incredible manhood. In only seconds, Marie was having her second orgasm in that last five minutes, this one even more powerful than the first. A serene feeling had taken her over, as she now realized that she was one with him, and would be his for all eternity. He stood up over her again, still not having said a word, extending his hand to help her to her feet. He stripped off her nightgown so that she was totally naked, and in an instant, they were both off through the open window, silently gliding through the air, looking for another victim.

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