I don't know when exactly it was that I understood my true nature.  I had
never been truly what you would call popular, but neither was I the odd man
out.  Charismatic, I believe is the term that was associated to me as a
young man, but that was several hundreds of years ago.  Although the
village I grew up in were poor, we stuck together.  My family was
well-to-do, which meant I did not have to dig in the fields, but we were
definitely not part of the aristocricy.

   Women, however, had a certain natural draw to me.  At times they felt
angry, because they could not resist me.  As I entered my seventeenth year,
I started to notice the change.  I could litterally read women's emotions,
could sence when their hearts fluttered in my presence.

   The first time was standing on the garden lawns while a party of friends
frolicked in the ballroom.  Emily was a very "gifted" young lady.  God had
granted her a beautiful face, and the figure of an angel.  She walked
behind me silently.  I could feel her watching me, and her emotions washed
over me.  Her pulse was racing, a musky odor permeated the air.

   "I know you're there, why not come to me." I said, turning ever so
slowly so as not to scare away my prey.

   I knew what I wanted, but I too had never taken this step.  It was my
expectation to see her running back into the ballroom, it was my surprise
to see that she did not.  As she drew nearer I placed my cloak around her
shoulders.  As my fingers touched her bare arms, the rythem of her heart
increased even more, and I noticed her nipples grow hard under her bodice.

   "It's so cool this evening" she cooed to me and stepped further into my
arms.

   I began walking, guiding her down the garden path and into the darker
shadows of the evening.  Her arm found its way under my arm and around my
waist.  Nothing further was spoken.

   Once out of the site of prying eyes, I drew her nearer.  I lifted that
luscious dark hair from her shoulders, and guided my hot breath to the back
of her neck.  Again, I sensed the racing heart, and this time I could see
her body temperature rise, and her face flush with passion.  My mouth found
that wonderful spot just where the scalp and neck meet.  My tongue caressed
her, drawing small moist circles.  I ran my hand down her arms and pulled
her back tighter against me.  I focused on her and for the first time read
the thoughts of another human being.  She made it clear what her desire
was, and along with it her greatest fears.  I was to be both.

   Although this was my first time, I knew that I had to remain calm, to
stay in control.  Spinning her around I continued to nuzzle at her long
smooth neck.  Her breathing became more and more shallow.  Ever so gently I
began to remove the buttons on the back of her dress, stopping only when
they at the very base of her back.  Emily stepped away and let the front of
her dress fall away.  My hands reached up and tenderly caressed that firm
flesh.  Her nipples grew even harder under my fingers.  We pulled together,
lips joining, tongues exploring.

   Emily removed the rest of her gown, and then her undergarments were
shed. I too was undressed, and we lay on the cool earth exploring.  Emily
ran her hands over my back, and around the curve of my posterior.  She
would not touch that part of me that was so aching for her caress.  I
continued to kiss her, and made my way with small touches of my mouth down
to her breasts.  I placed a nipple in my mouth and twisted my tongue around
it.  As I bit down gently, she arched her back and a small gasp escaped
her. Back and forth I moved, desire and ecstacy fulfilled in these warm
globes.  Finally I moved down again, running my hands across her flat
belly, until my nose was nestled in bristly pubic hair.  The aroma was
delicious, I could smell every beat of her heart through her warm cleft.  I
allowed the tip of my tongue to rest on that precious slit, and then
cascade down to her derrier.  Her hips raised to assist the flow of my
moist endearments.  Her lips were devine, and as I passed my tongue over
that small hard spot, I noticed how it engorged.  It seemed that eternity
passed as I spent my time tasting of her most precious gift.  As her body
began to tense, I inserted one, then two fingers into that moist hole.  She
moaned noticibley, and her hips began to buck against my chin.  She pressed
her body harder to my youthful beard stubble.  When her body relaxed, I
reached out again with my mind, she was sailing among the clouds....it was
obvious that she still had another desire.

   I rose to my knees and looked into her eyes, my passion too had rised. I
was no longer certain whether that loud heartbeat was mine or hers.  I ran
my member up and down along that now wet slit, and ever so smoothly pressed
my hips forward.  I could feel that moment of hesitation as I her
maidenhead fell away.  As we found a rythm hidden for so long in our very
genetic make up, my mind pushed deeper and deeper into her thoughts.  I
could feel that dark beatial power draw up in me, transform me.  Emily was
unable to speak, lost in fear and passion.  My face fell to her body, as my
hips continued to grind against her.  My mouth nuzzled once again at her
neck, her body began to climax again.  I sucked at her throat until I could
taste her blood on my tongue.  It was then that I felt my teeth pierce
through her skin.  I began to drink heavily of her warm life spring.  I
lost total control of my sences, Emily's vagina began to contract hard and
she neared another climax.

   As her thoughts slipped away into darkness, I felt an explosion that
started in my loins and charged through my body for long moments.  I rolled
away from her and licked the drops of blood from my tongue.  The smell was
overwhelming, both noxious and invigorating at the same time, mixtures of
sex, blood, and sweat filled the night air.  Again I reached out my
thoughts to Emily, she was not dead, she was satiated, truly satisfied.

   I grabbed up my clothes and ran into the night.  As the moon slipped
back out of the clouds, moonbeams danced off of my body.  I looked down to
see that my body had transformed into something much more powerful, much
more divine.  I lifted my hands into the air and took flight.  I am
vamphyri, and I have tasted my passion.

   
