Bloody good time

February 8 2015

New York City

The gentle moon light seeps in through my penthouse window, softly moving me from my peaceful resting. I lift my head from the duck feather stuffed pillows and my body from the dark satin sheets. I stretch out my arms and release my fangs from their gum prison. I let out a loud pleasurable sigh, I'm free of the constant ache. I look around and admire the large amount of shopping bags from my recent splurge. It's all thanks to my recent sugar daddy. I feel bad for his wife and bank account. I drained both.

I giggle to myself then take a seat on the plush carpet in the center of all my new possessions. I look through each bag and box deciding what to wear on my nightly prowl. Dolce and Cabbana or Guicci? Maybe Chanel? I scatter through the bags more and discover a dress I had completely forgotten that I had purchased it. My Mairi McDonald joplin lace dress. I feel in love with the lace pattern and that's exactly why I had procured the Dolce and Cabbana lace pumps. It makes sense now. I had only seen five different shoe pairs and four dresses. I never buy just a dress, I always buy shoes to go along with them. I swear, my memory is catching up with my age.

I embrace the grament, elated that I'm in possession of such a beautiful article of clothing. I slip into the dress and button up the small collar the designer made a requirement for wearing this dress then stepped into my shoes. I've been putting on heels for almost one hundred years and I've yet to find a graceful way to do so but I've mastered walking like a goddess in any pair. I quickly fix my winged eyeliner and fill in any missing spots in my eyebrows. I momentarily admire my flawless complexion then walk out the door phone and clutch in hand.

I blow a small kiss to the men watching over my estate then hit the streets, looking for the next man to feed on. The only thing I'm finding are hideous men with vile smelling blood. Far worse than a pig's blood which is only used if you cannot find a single drop of any other animal. It tastes like you're drinking out of the water people use for a toilet. I'll get sick if I drink any of these pigs. And by the sound of their thoughts I should just kill them with my bare hands now for thinking of me in such a manner. I decide to stop in a late night coffee house, vampires don't exactly need human food but it can nurish my body to a certian extent.

I order plain black coffee and a large slice of their chocolate cake. I can't physically gain weight anymore so I always indulge myself in sweets. I sit down in the far corner and sort of watched as men came in and out of the café. All reeking of that putrid pig smell, one decent smelling one but he came in with friends so they'd be concerned if he were to dissappear. I stare down into the cup of dark liquid, keeping eye contact with myself. My eye twitches some due to the growing irritation of concealing my fangs. A certian smell attracts my attention.

Pure blood.

I can't't make a scene. I clench my fist so tight I can feel my nails digging into my palms and piercing my own flesh. "Ma'am?" A deep, rich voice spoke to me. "Are you okay? You're hand is kind of bleeding." His pale hand sets down his coffee cup across from mine then takes a seat in the other chair at the table. A small breeze carries his scent to my nostrils. That's him. He's the pure one I'm smelling. I raise my head to see his identity. Dark raven hair that was trimmed short on the sides but remained long down the top of his scalp, his flesh was a nice pale color almost like my tone but a bit pinker and his eyes an oceanic blue that reminded me of the waters when I visited the Caribbeans, they're lovely and comforting. He's so handsome it almost makes me sad that I'm gonna have to kill him


"Miss..." He waits a moment for me to respond with my name but I'm finding it extremely difficult to even speak while his scent is still fresh in my nose. He lets out a small sigh then takes my cup to read the name the barista wrote. He smiles and sets it back down where I had it. "Ann. That's a pretty name. I'm Andy Biersack. Okay Miss Ann. Mind telling me why you're staring at me like you're about to either fuck my brains out or murder me?"

I release the grip I have on my hands then grab his then proceed to drag him out of the café. Andy tries free himself from my grip but finds its futile. "What the hell, Ann? How the fuck are you so strong?" I continue to pull him down the sidewalk until I find an alleyway. I pull him into it and shove him against the brick wall. "Fuck Ann! That hurt! What is your deal?!" I press a finger to his lips to silence him then my lips to his neck. I roughly nip at it, earning a sharp inhale from him. "Ann. Don't. I-" I pull away from the crook and stare into his deep blue orbs. His pupils dilate almost to the point where no color can be seen. His body loosens up. An adorable grin runs across his lips. He's mine. "Ann, you have some really pretty eyes."

"Awe! Thank you!" I gush a little at his compliment. It's nice to get a compliment from a man I actually find attaractive. "I'm going to feed on your blood now, okay honey?" I speak soft and sweet to keep him calm because they're really stupid and impressionable when they're under my control.

"Okay!" He shines a child-like smile and bends his neck to allow me an easier access to his vein. I ruffle my hands through his silky locks then inject my fangs into his vein. He lets out a loud cry and wraps his arms around me, holding me as tight as he can. Strange. No one has ever done that. "That hurt, Ann!" He speaks as if he's a toddler. It's kind of cute.

I begin my taste test. Judging if he's worth drinking. The first drop hits my tongue and it's almost orgasmic how delicious he is. I haven't tasted blood like this since my newborn years when I drank from my younger siblings. It's innocent. Pure. Delicate. I've never found this in the body of a grown man.

Andy lightly taps on my shoulder and speaks soft, "A-Ann. I'm really di-dizzy." I immediately pull away from him. I grab a gauze wrap from my purse, I have to keep it handy, along with some other basic vampire first aid, incase those Winchester brothers find me. They have a television show and I don't want to be face to face with them. They seem like some mighty opponents.

I quickly wrap the bandage around Andy's neck to stop any further wasteful bleeding. I release the hold on his mind and he drops down to the concrete. "Ann? What did you do to me?" He speaks almost incoherent and with his deep voice it mostly sounds like just vibrations but I make out what he's saying.

"You knocked your head on this wall real hard. Hey, I'll take you back to my place and you can crash there for tonight, rest up and sleep off that lump," I offer, he tries to protest and says he doesn't want to be a bother but I swat off his rambling and toss him over my shoulder. I start the walk back to the apartment building. I think it's amusing how many people looked so shocked that someone of my small stature is carrying a man who appears almost twice my size and in heels.

Entering the hallway leading to my penthouse one of the guards quickly take Andy from my arms and the other takes me in his, we are both walked into the large housing. Beef cake number one proceeds to take Andy into my guest room where all my guests are drained of all blood and packaged for my enrichment later.

I quickly jump from beef cake number two's arms and grab number one by his thick curls, pulling him away from the guest room. "No! I want him saved. Take him back to MY room. I have something special planned for him." "Yes Ma'am," he turns from the direction then to the hall leading my bedroom. I follow behind him, kicking off my shoes as I go.




Andy is laid on my bed, I sit in the spot next to him and shoo my servants from the room. He looks up at me with a groggy expression, his skin looks paler than it had before, he needs some kind of fluid. I rise from the bed and squat down to the small refrigerator I keep bedside. I pull my elixir that has taken me years to develop. It replaces any lost blood from your system at an accelerated rate. I've been in too many battles with hunters not to have this in my arsenal.


I stand up and gently push Andy to an upright position, pop the top from the vile of clear liquid then tip it into Andy's mouth. He takes the fluid rather easy but winces at the bitter taste.


"I know it's gross but you'll feel better." I say as I lay him back down. I brush the hair from his face, watching his complexion return. His labored breathing turned smooth and even. I run my fingers again and again through his dark locks, humming a soft tune my mother used to sing to me as a small child.


I feel a harsh vibration coming from his front pocket, I pull out his smartphone to see who's calling for him.


'Wifey'


I shake my head at Andy and let out a small sigh of both pity and disappointment. I send it to voice mail then place the phone on my nightstand. It continues to ring and vibrate. Over the next few hours as Andy rested he had gotten message after message and more phone calls than I have ever seen. I'm positive that his "wifey" is far beyond pissed or upset, if I was her is be down right furious. Which most likely she is. But she is going to be the least of his worries when he finds out what I've done to him...

Notes

So hello there. I'm sorry about it being almost a month but with exams and drama it took me a good minute to update but here it is.