Perverts 'R' Us

The Vampyre's Kiss

By Danyealle ( nosex, rom )

How do you describe something so life-changing? How do you put into words something that turned your life inside out and upside down? I don't know for sure that I can and make you understand what it was like, but I am going to at least give it a try.

For as long as I could remember, I had been fascinated with the 'dark side' of things. If it was occult, or had to do with creatures other than humans, it had my attention. By the time I had graduated from high school I had a massive library devoted to anything occult or non-human, a library bigger than most people that actually studied such things. It was my one true, all-absorbing passion that I was obsessed with.

When I went to college, I was known as the "Goth chick", the one that dressed in all black and was obsessed with everything that was dark and supernatural. Then came the "outing" of all the dark creatures, I was in 7th heaven! I switched my major to pre-natural studies and legitimately engrossed myself in the world I was so obsessed with. It was a new field of study, and sometimes I knew more than the professors that were teaching me!

After I got my master's degree, I went into "Pre-Natural Relations", a fancy term for dealings with non-humans, usually small things, nothing exciting. But to me what was exciting was that I got to deal with the creatures that had so fascinated me since my childhood. Not only did I get to meet them, but I got to deal with them on a regular basis. It was a dream come true!

When I wasn't dealing with them through work, I was hanging out at their bars and clubs, rubbing shoulders with the beings that so fascinated me. Alright, I will admit to it, I was a groupie. I didn't fawn over them and fall at their feet like some, both male and female, but I was star-struck by what they were and the powers that they possessed. Perhaps I was more jaded than the average human when it came to them, since I dealt with them on a regular basis, but being around them was like a drug to me, one from which I kept needing a "fix".

Slowly, as time went on and I dealt more and more with the vampires, I was elevated to their inner circle, that is to say the Master of the City's inner circle. Nightly I sat with, partied with, drank with, and hung around with some of the most powerful vampires there were. Intoxicating doesn't even come close to the rush I got from this. For me, it was a lifelong dream come true, somehow or other I had gotten my life's desire.

As more and more of them began to trust me, I was more often included in things normal humans would never have been considered for. Nightly I witnessed things that no human had ever lived to tell. Gradually I got to know the habits and personalities of some of the biggest and most powerful vampires around. It was then that I was offered my dream job, to be their liaison with humans. No longer would I be on the outside looking in, but I would be on the inside with the beings that I almost worshiped.

There was a slight hitch to it though. The Master of the City, Raphael Kringos, would have to meet with and approve me. Elated didn't come within the bounds of what I was feeling, it was too tame of a word! Little old me was going to realize my life long dream!

After all the months of being around these beings, I had never personally met Raphael. Sure, I had seen him and said "hi" and the like, but never had an up close and personal meet with the most powerful vampire in the city. Yes, even I, who was most comfortable around the so-called "darklings", was nervous. Because of my studies and what I already knew about them beforehand, I knew you didn't get to be Master of the City by being a nice guy. You got that position and held it because you had power and strength gained from years of experience and a ruthless approach that made your underlings fearful and respectful of you. Moreover, you kept that position through fear, power, and intimidation. It was not a job for someone that was easygoing and weak. Only the most powerful could attain that title and to hold onto it. You couldn't be afraid to show your power to those under you.

Raphael had that, and more. All you had to do was be in a room with him to feel it wash over you. I had felt that the first time he was in my presence. It was indescribable, like electricity washing over you, making your skin prickle with it. His dark, almost black eyes seemed to grab you and suck you into their depths, holding you there until he exerted his will upon you. To someone like me, that power coming from him was like an aphrodisiac, something intoxicating and a high unto itself.

So, the night I was to finally meet him alone, I was nervous like a virgin on her wedding night. Three hours before the official time of nightfall, I was up making sure I looked alright, making sure my appearance was right. When I finally got to the Vampyre's Tale I was resplendent in my finest Goth clothes, black knee-high high-heeled boots, black skin-tight jeans, and black cutoff t-shirt, over which was a floor-length black leather duster. My makeup was flawless, dark and brooding, giving me the look I was shooting for, accenting my normal, never-seeing-the-sun pallor.

Quickly I was ushered up to the top floor, to Raphael's private quarters. It was splendidly decorated in a dark gothic motif, and had all the modern luxuries. Josef, Raphael's personal assistant and man-Friday poured me a drink and brought me a small meal, then left me alone, telling me the Master would be with me shortly.

Walking around the room, more to quiet the swarm of butterflies that had gotten loose in my stomach than to see it, I looked over all the elegant furnishings. Someone had spared no expense in decorating this place. Everything was original, not a replica. Finally, I found myself standing in front of a huge painting depicting a lithe man, tall and strong, leaning against a wall. The style was something I recognized from some old master or other, but couldn't put a name to it. What held me there though was its realism. It looked as if the man depicted would momentarily stretch and move, stepping out of the painting. Never before had I seen a painting that was so richly life-like. Truly, this was a work of a master painter with a great deal of skill at his art.

So engrossed in this piece of art that I didn't hear the door open and Raphael step into the room. It wasn't until he was behind me and softly spoke my name that I realized I was not alone. With a small start, I turned around and found myself face to face with the Master of the City himself, Raphael. Smiling down at me from his towering height of 6'5", he showed no fangs, a trick the older vampires mastered to keep themselves unobtrusive. Bowing slightly, he took my small hand in his and gave it a kiss, "Thrasa, for too long you and I have not been introduced, a failing on my end, to be sure, for such beauty should not have been ignored by me for so long."

I could feel myself blushing at his compliments, stuttering out a thank you, falling for his charm, like so many before me had probably done. More than anyone else, I was aware and slightly immune to older vampires' old world charm and dark charisma, but Raphael took me unawares and off-guard, so the advantage was his.

As I looked up into his dark velvet eyes, a mixture of pale gold and dark brown that somehow made them appear black and sparking, I could feel myself go weak in the knees, melting slightly. His longish, raven-black hair was tied back in what appeared to be a velvet ribbon of the richest black that matched his top coat and trousers, old fashioned and gothic, something that was once again in style. He had a longish thin nose, not beak-like or out of proportion, just slightly oversized above pale, full lips. His pallor, like all the vampires I had met, was white but there were spots of color in his cheeks, an indication that he had fed before coming to meet me. When he was human, he was probably the dark, swarthy type, not overly so, but in the romance novel sort of way.

Although his accent was a rich French, it was apparent he was not from France, but somewhere else, maybe Italy, but it would have been presumptuous of me to ask about that. At this point in time, I was having problems just breathing, asking a probative question like that would have been beyond me. Linking his arm through mine, he gazed at the painting, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips, "I see you are looking at my painting. It was a gift, from an admirer many lifetimes ago."

It wasn't until then that I noticed the resemblance in the painting, and nodded, "They did a magnificent job, and it looks quite…"I paused for a moment, trying to think of another word besides lifelike, "realistic."

Smiling once again, fangs still hidden from view, he patted my hand. "Indeed, I was most pleased with the end result." Masterfully, he steered me over to the sitting area and escorted me to a chair. Sitting across from me, he made himself comfortable in his chair, crossing his legs and smoothing down the fabric of his suit. Locking his hands around his bent knee, he leaned back and smiled at me. "My underlings are most impressed with you, Thrasa. They say your negotiating skills and manner are quite incredible - that you are as skilled as any human they have met. An impressive thing, you must know."

Blushing a bit, I nodded, "Thank you for the compliment. I do try to be the best at what I do, hopefully that shows in the quality of my work."

Giving me another flashy smile, he nodded, "From what I am able to discern, you are indeed the best at what you do. Rarely has anyone come to me so highly recommended, be it human or vampire, an impressive thing, Thrasa."

I couldn't help but smile a bit, knowing a compliment like that rarely came from someone like Raphael without it being true. "Again, thank you, from you, that is quite a compliment."

"As it was meant to be, Thrasa, I do not say such things if they are not true." Shifting around a bit in his chair his eyes locked with mine, a smile playing at his lips.

From experience I knew he was trying to mesmerize me, to see if he could exert control over me like vampires could over most humans. Long ago, in college, I had learned to deal with this and not let my mind be invaded. Part of it was a learned thing, yes, but the mastery I had at it also came partially from me, something I was born with. I knew this wasn't a thing to fear or be intimidated by. It was just another test of my skills, part of the job interview, I guess you would say.

After a few minutes, he let it go, his smile growing bigger, "Again, I am most impressed. Never before has a human thwarted my attempts to gain mastery at them. It is an uncommon skill that you posses, Thrasa! A very impressive one at that." Leaning back in his chair, he casually tossed one leg over the arm of it, foot swinging back and forth in an absent manner. Propping his chin on his hand, he looked at me, that small smile still in place. "I will not waste either of our time by going over your credentials or work history, we both know that they are impressive and without match, even these days. But there is one thing I am most curious about, Thrasa…" He let the sentence trail off, just gazing at me, a distant look upon his face.

Shifting around slightly in my chair, my heart still beating a nervous tattoo in my chest, I said, softly, "Again, thank you, Raphael. What is it you're curious about?" It could have been any number of things. I knew that. Vampires were an odd group to deal with. What mattered most in the "real world" didn't seem to matter much to them. What they cared about seemed to be different, so it was hard telling what he was thinking about.

Shaking his head, he seemed to come back from where he was and once again gave me that winning smile of his, "Later, right now I don't wish to discuss it." Leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped between his spread knees, he looked intently at me, "Tell me, Thrasa, you seem to have a respect for "us" that few have. To you, we are not a novelty or a thrill, we have your respect. Never once have I heard or witnessed you treat or speak to us without respect in your voice. It is not the respect of those that wish to be one of us or one that fawns over us. It is a respect like that given to humans. Why is that? Can you tell me?"

Smiling slightly, I gazed at him, "That is easy. To live so many years and not have gone mad or let the time beat you down is an impressive thing that takes a strength of character and will that so few people possess. That in itself is an impressive thing. Add to that your ability to retain part, small or large, of your humanity and still treat beings that are inferior to you with respect is also very admirable. I respect that and give those of you who have done that the respect that they deserve. Life, even for us humans and our short spans, is rough. I cannot imagine how hard it is to live for centuries, seeing what you have. That has to be uncommonly difficult to deal with. Yet vampires do. So I have no problem treating them with the respect that I feel they deserve. It isn't because you are all a romantic figure or that I am frightened, it is merely because what you do and are deserves respect."

The light that shown in his eyes when I answered the question told me I had scored major points with him. It wasn't an answer designed to do that, it was the truth. Long ago I learned that vampires, no matter how young they may be, could sniff out a lie if you told them one. So, I had always adopted the policy to tell them the truth, no matter how much they may not like what I have to say.

Nodding, he looked at me, "I admire the truth, Thrasa, and what you have said has that ring to it. I can see why my underlings have such respect for you." Leaning back in his chair once again, he gazed at me, an unreadable look on his face. After a couple minutes of silence he spoke again, but this time his voice was soft and sensual, like a soft flowing ribbon of the purest silk, spun soft yet strong.

"You have admired us and been enthralled with our world since you were small, yet never once have you asked to become one of us. Never once have you even made the smallest mention of it. You were pulled to your profession because of your fascination, yet not once have you made any overture to join us. Why is that?"

Leaning back, I thought about it. He was right, I had been enthralled for so long, yet I never tried to become one of them, why? Rather than try to formulate the answer that I thought would most please him, I told him the unvarnished truth, "I don't know. Honestly, I don't. You are right, this has been my overriding passion since I discovered it, but never have I thought about actually becoming part of the world I have made my life's study."

Nodding, he gazed at me intently, eyes never wavering, "I believe you." Leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin in his hands he asked, voice still silken, "Do you not see us as an exciting creature, like other humans? Does your closeness with us not draw you to us and make you want what we possesses and can give you?"

Sighing deeply, I looked at him and shrugged, "Yes and no. I do see you as exciting, probably more so than the average human. But I see it differently than they do - more from the perspective of your society and how it is run, how all of you exist and live, rather than like a normal human. They are drawn to you by your differences and exotic nature. And, what I get from you now is enough to satisfy me. I don't need more than that."

In the blink of an eye, he was out of his chair and kneeling before mine, eyes locked intently on mine. Most humans could not see when a vampire moved this fast but I could, not because of any special ability, more because I was used to it and saw it on a regular basis, so I knew what to look for. Gently, he caressed two fingers lightly down my cheek, making me shiver slightly. Leaning forward, putting his cheek on mine then whispered in my ear, softly, like the sound being carried on a light breeze, "Do you not find us erotic and sensual, like others do? Does that not excite you, Thrasa? Does that not make you want us more, want to be with us, want what we can give you?"

Shivering slightly I let out a soft breath, feeling my skin tingle from his closeness, the power that he radiated dancing over it like a soft feather dragging gently against me.

After taking a moment to compose myself I said, softly, "I do find you sensual and erotic. But not because of what you are. It is more from your manners and how you treat me, that old-world courtliness that seems to no longer exist. You show me respect and courtesy that has been lost with the ages. Yes, I admit, that is exciting and erotic. That is more exciting to me than what you are." My heart was beating rapidly as he touched me. His closeness and power swirled around me, making me tingle and shiver. That didn't come from him being a vampire; it came from who he was.

Drawing back slightly, he looked into my eyes. His gaze was strong and piercing, his hand still touched my cheek, with his cold fingers trailing gently down it I felt his power, making me feel how strong he was and giving me a hint of what it was like to be one of them.

Softly, like a puff of breeze, he said, words wrapping themselves around me like a lover's caress, "Do you know the power you have, Thrasa? Do you realize that if you became one of us, kindred, how strong you would be? Not for several centuries have I met anyone with the potential you have. In time, if you were to cross over, you could rival my own power. Others would both fear and respect you. You could have anything you wished."

Shivering slightly, I could not pull my gaze from his. My mouth was dry as a desert and I was shivering, not from fear or his touch, but from something I could not put my finger on. Was he offering to bring me across? Was he offering me power? Is that what I truly wanted? Was I strong enough to handle it and all that came along with it? My mind raced over all of it, thinking, wondering, but unable to decide what I thought or if it was what I wanted. I sat there, gazing at him, unable to look away.

Rocking back on his heels, he let his hand draw away from me, seeming to sense my confusion, smiling at me. "Be mine, Thrasa. Be mine and share my power. Together we would be unrivaled in this world. Together, nothing could harm us. Let me cross you over so that you can fulfill your potential and possess what should be rightfully yours."

Still, I couldn't speak, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. Gazing into those eyes, I could see that this was not some test or trick. He wanted me to be with him. What did I think of that? I didn't know. It was an intriguing thought, something that piqued my interest and made me think. But was I willing to give up being human? To give up the daylight, food, all that I had ever known and taken for granted? Was it worth it? If Raphael truly wanted to, he could force the diction on me, for someone with his power that was easy enough.

But he wasn't, he was giving me a choice. Never had I had the illusions about vampires most humans did, I knew exactly what they were, a walking, animated corpse with no soul. That was the brutal, honest truth about them, one they would never deny. But there was more to them than that, much more. The power and mystique around them was there for a reason, in trading life and so many human luxuries they got things we could never dream of, life everlasting. Not the promise of religions - that promise that if you do good things, you will be rewarded after you die, but a tangible truth of true life after death. An existence that goes on and on, not myths or fables that no one could prove. Also, power that as humans we could never know. It was intriguing, no two ways about that! But did I want that? Was the sacrifice worth what may come afterward?

In my confusion and debate, I gazed deeply into his eyes, losing myself in their depths. There was a promise in them, a promise of what I could be if I acquiesced to his wishes. It was then that I let my heart, not brain, answer, a soft "Yes." slipping from my lips, breathy and without strength.

Quietly he stood, walking to me and picking me up, holding me to his chest, his mouth finding mine. Like a lover, he carried me to his bedroom and gently lay me on the bed. My heart was beating a rapid fire staccato in my chest, a mixture of excitement and fear driving it. Kneeling over me, he leaned down and kissed me with such passion it stole my breath, never had a human done that, never had they caused such excitement in me. With gentle and knowing hands, he discarded my clothes, letting them drop into a heap on the floor, leaving me naked beneath his gaze.

His eyes drank in every inch of my flesh, their gaze seeming to light me on fire. Slowly he removed his own clothes, leaving him pale and naked before me. With steady hands he caressed me, letting them get to know every inch of my flesh, teasing and tormenting me with them. Lying down by me I could feel, first his breath on my neck, and then his kiss, finding those sensitive areas and inflaming them. Slowly those kisses became more insistent, rougher, feeling his teeth teasing my skin, nipping at it. Quivering, my breath was coming in short, rough gasps as my body seemed to have been set alight by some internal fire. I won't lie and say it was not a sexual turn-on, because it was more than anything I had ever felt in the past.

He didn't touch those areas on me that would normally cause arousal. All he did was hold me to his naked chest, his mouth on my neck. Shutting my eyes, I let those feelings envelop me, holding me in their grip, teasing and tormenting me to a peak. When I felt I would die from the sheer pleasure, I felt it happen. Quick as an adder, his fangs sank deep into my neck and he drank deeply. It was at that precise moment that I had the most powerful orgasm ever, bar none.

As he drank deeply I quivered and moaned, shaking violently as my body grew steadily weaker. On the very brink of life and death, he pulled away and opened his vein, allowing me to drink deeply from him. When I was done, he picked me up and carried me to his bathroom, depositing me in the tub, filling it with warm water. While my body died and eliminated the last of what it contained, he softly caressed me, washing me with the gentle touch of a lover. Softly for the next several hours as I finished dying, he told me what to expect, what was to come for me. Telling me that he would be with me through it all. My immortal lover for all eternity.