New Territory for the Vampire

The mist poured through the huge oak doors and out into the cold and windy night. The flurries of snow had turned to large snowflakes, and now they came together in heavy squalls. The barons mist flew up 200 feet above his mansion and hovered as the snowflakes past through his misty form. He gazed down on his new home, pleased at it and his decision to move to America. Below in his bedroom, Veronique was comforting a sleeping Sonia. He licked his tongue over his lips, retasting his newest mistress. He wished to sing, to laugh, to cry. It was always like this when he fell in love, and he loved Sonia, just like his beautiful Veronique. That was the beauty of their love, unconditional, undemanding and without anger or jealousy. Just a desire to love and be loved.

The Baron floated effortlessly over the mansion taking in the surroundings quickly. A blanket of snow now covered the house, grounds and drive. It was time to hunt his new territory. After feasting on Sonia, he would look for some night caps, a little here and there. No need to rush but he would look for suitable candidates to join him in his mansion. He flew away down the drive, just above the conifers now weighed down with snow. Apart from the sound of the wind, the night was silent as a whisper. The snow absorbing all sounds.

Visibility was limited to about 200 metres and the baron flew onward past country houses, over gas stations, along the main freeway that led into the city, and finally through the outer suburbs. He would avoid the suburbs for now, and he continued on further into the city until groups of unit blocks appeared suddenly ahead of him in the snowy misty night.

The apartment blocks took on the appearance of headstones in a cemetery, grouped around some transport interchange, they appeared to huddle together against the storm beating in from the northwest. For many of the poor souls who lived in these unit blocks it was an emotional cemetery. Living boring lives without meaning. Apartments filled with little worker ants that rushed every morning to a job that most of them hated, to work hard for wages that never went far enough, only to turn around after dark and rush home to watch some pitiful show on TV. A life of waist, chasing illusionary goals and loves that were always just out of reach. A game they could never win.

The baron flew slowly around the apartments, gazing and listening to the occupants. Listening to them sleeping, talking, making love, snoring, arguing, tuning into their thoughts, looking for his prey, an opportunity to feast quickly and quietly without bringing any attention to himself. Drifting past an 8th floor window his eye was suddenly caught by a beautiful red headed women in her late 20's. This looked promising. The next apartment along showed two young women sprawled on separate lounges watching television. Yes this would do nicely, 3 cocktails before bed and he'd be home by midnight. He would have to use a new technique tonight, something in line with his new country which would help him gain easy access.

He flew silently up to the top of the 18 story apartment block and seeped into the lift well, before floating down to emerge through the lift doors on the 8th floor. Immediately he transformed himself back into human form wearing conservative jeans and jacket. It was almost 9.00pm and so a little late, but he would still have time. A government identification name tag appeared on his pocket, and a clip board and forms suddenly appeared in his right hand.

He started with the two women in the second apartment, and knocked positively on the wooden door. A minute passed before an eye appeared at the peep hole.

"Who is it" came a female voice through the door.

"Hallo my names Norban, I'm from the government electoral commission," said the baron holding up his identification tag towards the peep hole.

A moment later, he heard a dead bolt being slide back and the door opened to a warm and cozy apartment foyer.

"Hello, my names Norban, I'm from the electoral commission", he repeated. "As you are aware to be eligible to vote you must appear on the electoral roles. Were currently covering this suburb arranging to bring the electoral roles up to date. Are you on the electoral roles miss?" smiled the Baron sweetly.

The young women pulled her dressing gown closer around her shoulders.

"Who is it" asked a female voice from behind the door and the young woman turned her head behind the door to speak to her flatmate, her neck suddenly visible to the baron. A very tempting target for some vampires, but they didn't last long and it was oh so messy that way taking your victims by force. Far better to lure them into a life of love, lust and decadence that they would enjoy also.

"Just some guy from the electoral commission" she said quietly behind the door. But the young woman's head remained behind the door longer , and the baron visualised the young woman gesturing to her flatmate with her eyes and eyebrows that the person at the door was a bit of a 'dish'. He heard the other young woman get up out of her chair and turn the TV off. She turned back to the baron in the doorway and smiled.

"Oh ok, I'm Sandy, and this is my flatmate Rebecca," she said as the other woman suddenly poked her head around the door to look at the baron.

"Hi how are you" said Rebecca looking the baron up and down quickly.

"Hello", smiled the baron feigning embarrassment "I'm Steven Norban from the electoral commission, were just updating our electoral roles in this area It will only take a few minutes."

It only took a moment, but the baron made eye contact with Sandy, and her eyes were suddenly drawn back to his beautiful blue eyes. For some reason that she didn't quiet know she suddenly wanted to be on the electoral role.

"Yes I should put my name down" said Sandy. "Come in".

The barons eyes also flicked over to Rebeccas eyes, but her eyes looked away avoiding eye contact. Rebeccas eyes instead went to the identity badge and her hand rose up to hold and look at the identity card and photo. He could already feel suspicion from Rebecca, something unusual that he rarely encountered.

He looked up and Sandy stepped back to give him entrance to the flat. In an instant he took her in. Long shoulder length blondish hair curled slightly at the end, smooth clear skin, brown eyes, eyes ears and mouth well spaced and unobtrusive, a large smile with teeth that were white and almost a little large, but it gave her an appearance of happiness. She was about 5'7" tall, a little hippy and with largish thighs, but not fat. Her breasts were large, probably at least a 40c cup, and they bulged outwards through her dressing gown. Her waist still remained obscured by her dressing gown, but her legs had obviously just been shaved as her right leg showed from under the dressing gown. This was something he liked about the new country. The woman here liked to shave themselves.

Rebecca had led the way back into the apartment, and for a moment she turned and asked.

"Who'd like coffee?"

"Steven?" Questioned Sandy, looking at the Baron.

"Yes, white with one sugar, thankyou." Said the Baron.

"Can I sit down" said the baron gesturing to a nearby dinner table.

"Oh sorry" said Sandy glancing at the Baron to find his eyes back on hers. "Please sit down"

The baron sat down at the head of the table and pulled a pen from his pocket.

"Your keen coming out on a night like this" said Rebecca from the kitchen an element of questioning in her voice.

"Its not too bad working the towers and the moneys good", lied the baron.

Sandy came over beside him and pulled out the adjoining chair before sitting down and leaning forward to look at the papers in front of the baron. She looked up at the Baron and smiled, trying to make eye contact with him, and then in a flirtish manner averting her eyes, after a few seconds.

"Well Sandy why dont we just fill out this form so we can get you on the electoral role," smiled the baron, glancing backwards and forwards trying to make eye contact with her also.

But she was flirting with him, glancing backwards and forwards and playing him and the moment. Then they both looked at the same time and he stared deep into her brown eyes. His eyes penetrated and entered the doorway to her soul. She was young, only 20, worked for an insurance company, had an occasional boy friend but nothing that serious.

He handed over his forms and Sandy started to write down her details. Rebecca returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and placed them on the table beside them. She then walked down the hall and into her bedroom. The baron studied her. She had an athletic figure, and was very attractive with short brown hair curled efficiently just below her ears. She stood a little taller at about 5' 8" and wore a dark blue track suit. Her breasts were smaller, probably only 34b, but he really hadn't had a lot of time to study her face, as she wouldn't look at him directly.

He gazed after her down the hall and was suddenly taken aback to see a policewoman's blouse hanging on Rebecca's door. Well he would have to think about that. In the old country as an aristocrat the police had worked for him. Sandy finished filling the form out and looked back at the Baron an air of expectation in her eyes. The baron projected his thoughts into her mind.

"Wherever and whenever I come to you, you will not be afraid"' he soothed her mind.

Rebecca suddenly reappeared down the hallway, and for a moment looked straight at the Baron. The barons mind set was broken and he tried to look back to gain control over Rebecca as well but she again avoided his eyes. It was obvious now that being a policewoman, made her far more suspicious of strangers, especially in her own home.

"Now Rebecca are you on the role", smiled the baron again trying to catch her eye.

"No thankyou Mr Norban I am enrolled", said Rebecca in an independent voice.

Again the baron tried to make eye contact with her, and again she avoided his eyes. Damn he thought to himself. He couldn't feed on them unless he controlled both of them, and this policewoman wasn't going to make it easy for him. He would have to make other plans. It wasn't often that his feeding was thwarted. He would come back later.

"Well thankyou Sandy, I wont take up anymore of your time," said the baron rising from his chair.

Rebecca walked to the door and opened it, "Yes Thankyou Mr Norban" indicating that the door was open and ready for his use.

Before he realised it he was back in the corridor and the door was closed behind him and the bolt was thrust shut. He was annoyed, and felt like smashing the door from its hinges to rip there hearts out and feed viciously and without care like in centuries gone by, when he controlled the country around his old castle and the peasants lived in fear of his coming. It was rare that his feeding was so easily thwarted. But that baron was long gone, thank goodness and he would use his patience and other talents to achieve his desires. With age came cunning and wisdom and that is what he would use here with these two. Rebecca would provide an interesting challenge, that he would enjoy winning. He listened carefully, and heard the two women talking. inside.

"Oh he was nice' said Sandy.

"He was a creep" said Rebecca.

"Oh come on, he was really sweat" said Sandy.

"No there's something about him, that worry's me Sandy. I dont know what it is but be careful if you ever see him again" said Rebecca. "I'm going to bed. I'm tired, see you tomorrow night, ok, I've got an early start on highway patrol."

Well thought the Baron, Sandy and Rebecca would be seeing him again shortly and he smiled.

He walked down the hall to the next door and knocked again.

A minute passed, and then a bolt slid back and the door opened on a security chain. The vision that looked out through the door, almost took his breath away.

"Hello my names Norban, I'm from the government electoral commission," said the baron holding up his identification tag towards the crack in the door.

"Oh Ok I hadn't got around to fixing that." Said the young woman already pre-empting him, she glanced at his id and then closed the door and slid the chain off.

"Come in", she said. "Sorry about the mess, but I only moved here last weekend".

"That's fine, I've seen far worse", joked the baron stepping inside around some moving boxes labelled 'Interstate Removals'.

"Could I have your name", asked the Baron raising his clip board.

"Yes Jane Bentley", she said. "Dr Jane Bentley".

He smiled at her and caught her eyes straight away. He gazed into her eyes, deeply hypnotising her almost instantly. He looked through her eyes into her soul and quickly reviewed her life. She was a doctor, a registrar at the local hospital, and had just moved here a week ago. Unmarried, she had just broken up with another doctor in New York, who had wanted to pursue his own career. No children, she was now married to her job and her campaigns that she pursued.

For some reason some women were easier to put under his spell then others. Jane had fallen under his influence in seconds, while he couldn't even start with Rebecca next door. That was why he preferred to have a coven of mistresses as he wouldn't need to constantly battle every day to feed his hunger. It was lucky he had fed on Sonia tonight, as he would just need a taste of this new interest to see whether she was too his taste.

"Please sit Jane" he said offering her a nearby seat as if he owned the house. He flooded her mind repressing her fear mechanism, and in turn she saw the man of her dreams sitting opposite her in her own chair.

The baron sat opposite her, and gazed at her. She was truly beautiful with strong red hair crinkled down past her shoulders. Her skin was white, very white, almost too white. This was somebody who rarely went out into the sun as well. He smiled at Jane enjoying the view, her green eyes focusing back on him. Her eyebrows were a red auburn colour the same as her hair. She was a natural red head. Her blouse was well filled with a pair of full breasts, supported in a white lacy bra which he could just see through the white blouse.

She wore a mid length blue pleated skirt. He looked around the room for a moment and noticed a pair of discarded black hose on the floor where they had been kicked off. Her figure wasn't anorexic like the models in the magazines, but a fairly normal size 14. She still wore her work clothes and smelled of that antiseptic, sterile environment of hospitals. Yes he liked young Jane.

"Jane take your clothes off down to your underwear, I want to look at you" said the Baron quietly.

Jane stood up and commenced to undo her blouse as if it was the most normal thing she ever did. Button by button she undid her blouse, before pulling it off her shoulders and throwing it on the floor. Next her hands went behind her, thrusting her breasts forward, creating a deep ravine between her beautiful mammaries. She undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor to reveal a pair of blue panties with a little flower on it. She stepped out of her skirt and threw it on top of the blouse.

A narrow trail of reddish pubic hair climbed out of her panties towards her navel. Her underwear showed all the normal stains of underwear that had been worn for 12 hours and the baron sat back and smiled, gazing at her body once more, enjoying her appearance. Her body was probably around 38C breasts, 30 waist and 38 hips. A little big but that was the way they made them these days. He stood and walked around her slowly savouring her beautiful feminine form.

He walked over and leaned back against the breakfast bar and for a moment looked around the room taking in the flats contents to gain a fuller picture of Janes life. Pictures of dolphins, and rippling pure natural streams covered the walls. Letters from animal rights, pro life, Greenpeace, and vegetarian recipes were pinned to her notice board. Well we had a real modern lady here he thought, lets save the world!

The baron walked over to Jane and picked up her right hand. He kissed it lightly before staring into her eyes.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you, dont you Jane." Said the Baron.

Her eyes showed a mixture of uncertainty, bewilderment and a little fear. How could she just strip down for this complete stranger she wondered to herself, yet here she was standing almost naked in her own living room, for somebody who had only come through the door a few minutes before.

The baron just smiled back at her as he stripped away her veneers of social programming to examine the true fears and desires of Jane Bentley. She was a mentally strong woman and it surprised the baron that he had been able to gain control of her so quickly. Here was a true find and a very rare woman who harboured similar erotic interests.

He filled her mind with all the information about who and what he was. Her eyes grew as her mind registered what was standing in front of her. Occasionally he would find a woman who was intrigued by the thought of vampires and there erotic nature.

Jane was sexually excited by the dominance of the vampire over its victim. She had a secret passion to watch sexy horror movies, but it was something she usually did alone when nobody else was about. This was why she kept herself out of the sun so much, together with her white complexion.

"Yes you didn't think they existed did you Jane, well I'm here to tell you, that tonight you have fallen victim to an old European species long thought mythical or extinct". He reached forward with his right hand and lightly stroked his hand along her hip and along her waist and he then raised his hand to push some of her hair away from her face and behind her head to reveal her neck.

"Take your bra off Jane" he whispered.

She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and her breasts fell slightly forward released from their restraints as the bra slip to the floor at her feet. Janes eyes followed the baron everywhere, a look of excitement, confusion, and uncertainty changing on her face by the moment. Her breasts were full and very white with pink nipples hardening in the cool air and excitement of the room.

"You wish to talk dont you Jane" whispered the baron looking into her eyes again, and he brought his hand down across her face as if wiping away an imaginary wall.

"Dont hurt me please" she whispered.

"Jane I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to do anything to you unless you say I can" said the Baron. "I used to kill and murder men and women centuries ago to feed my hunger, but it got boring and repetitive so now I just love women instead. More fun for both of us, I think. I just stopped you talking or screaming until you got used to me being here". The baron turned around and sat back in the chair he was in a moment before.

"Jane have I made you do anything that you didn't really want to do deep down." asked the baron.

"No, you haven't" she said examining her true erotic feelings for the first time. "I dont know why, but Ive always wanted to strip for a stranger who would then make love to me with lust and passion. Being a doctor I just couldn't let the control go, and I feared losing control to somebody else.," whispered Jane embarrassed that he knew her deepest darkest desires, and she smiled naughtily at him in expectation.

"Well what shall we do about it" smiled the Baron leaning back in his armchair.

Jane looked at the seated man in her room and raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, before running her hands down across her rib cage, stomach and then pushing them together into her panties and across her pubic mound. Her hands rubbed backwards and forwards through her pubic hair and into the top of her slit, her right fingers sliding easily into her slit to feel her emerging wetness. She withdrew her hands out of her panties to her hips before pushing her panties down over her knees to the floor and kicking them on top of her discarded bra.

"Do you like what you see Baron" said Jane rubbing her hands across her nipples, all feelings of self consciousness gone.

"Well lets see," said the baron smiling with a wicked sexy grin and he stood up. He stepped toward her again and cupped her chin in his right hand. He looked deep into her eyes, before kissing her lightly on the lips. Jane licked her lips and kissed him back again. She started to raise her arms, but the baron gently pushed them down, and whispered.

"Let me look at you," and he patting her arms down gently to her side.

He raised his hands and ran the palm of his hand over her body, first his right hand over her left breast and along its side to her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of smoothness and firmness under his hands. Feeling and touching the contours of her body. Then he ran his flattened hand back across her chest before allowing the palm of his hand to rub her right nipple backwards and forwards enjoying its elasticity beneath his palm. His hands were his eyes as he stared into Janes eyes taking her body in by touch.

His left hand fell down her side and caressed her waist before sliding down across her stomach into her pubic hair, his fingers enjoying the feeling of her mound, exploring its size and width by his fingers. Her mound was raised only a little, with a gently convex shape. Her eyes having never left his flickered for a moment and she shuddered slightly. He removed his hands from her body and her eyes snapped back open almost imploring him to continue.

The baron walked around behind her, and looked at her body, little goosebumps starting to appear across her skin and arse. For some reason Jane new to keep still and she continued to stare straight ahead. She wanted to feel his arms around her, and she hoped he wouldn't leave her unfulfilled. All of her life she had been in control but tonight she gave her body to a complete stranger for his own desire.

The baron could feel her desire and he quietly moved his body in behind her. She could feel his chest against her shoulder blades and then a huge erection pushed into her lower back. He wrapped his arms about her body, letting his fingers trace her body for his memory. Feeling the smooth curves, the little wrinkles and the firmness of her body. Cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, and pulling her body back into his to hold her tight. His right hand pushed her hair away from her neck and he kissed her lightly on the neck, feeling the blood pumping just below the skin. He licked and kissed her neck, tracing his tongue along her neck, covering her neck in his saliva.

His incisors slide forward and he lightly bite into her neck, enough for Jane to feel but not deep enough for him to puncture the flesh. His body pushed against her back and her hands reached for his strong arms and pulled them tighter around her body. The barons left arm wrapped around her body to gently squeeze her right breast, while his right hand smoothly traced down across her stomach, through her pubic hair and thrust between her thighs his middle finger starting to rub backwards and forwards along her slit.

"You'd like me to bite, wouldn't you." whispered the Baron in her ear.

"Oh yes" she said falling back against his body, "Ive always loved having my neck bitten, I always had hickies on my neck at school". she said almost relieved to be able to tell somebody without feeling embarrassed. She leaned her head back, presenting her neck to the Barons mouth. The baron opened his mouth and started to suck her neck running his tongue over her skin. His tongue sought out her vein, and his saliva coated her neck.

For a moment he raised his head away from her neck, his fangs slid forward and he pushed his head forward again thrusting his fangs deep into her neck, puncturing the skin deeply. The blood started to pour up his fangs and he drank slowly, ensuring that enough blood continued on to her brain.

Jane groaned, the pain at her neck was sharp, but also exciting. She could feel her blood splashing into the barons mouth. She was excited, suddenly stimulated. His finger slid inside her pussy, and started to thrust in and out. A second followed. She slumped against him, his strength allowing him to carry her weight in his arms. She now was supported by the barons fingers in her pussy, and as the baron suddenly took a large gulp from her body she came viciously like she had never done before, and her legs now gave way totally.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a little single trail of blood running down her right breast. She couldn't believe it, a vampire was drinking her blood. She started to feel a little fuzzy, and then the fangs were suddenly withdrawn from her body and she could feel his tongue probing at her necks puncture wounds.

The baron licked her neck gently. The blood ended quickly and gently he laid her down on the floor. Her entire body was exhausted, she felt weak now and a little confused. Was she going to bleed to death now? She raised her right hand to her neck to feel the puncture marks, expecting her hand to be coated in blood. She withdrew her hand, which was only smeared in her blood.

"Jane" said the baron.

She looked around at the voice. Towering above her was the baron, his lips covered in her blood. He licked his lips, continually, tasting and retasting her blood. He turned around and went into her kitchen returning a moment later with a large glass of orange juice.

"Here" he said helping her into a nearby chair and handing her the orange juice.

He leant forward and help her drink the juice.

"Why, how, whys the blood stopped? I should be bleeding to death." she said her medical mind suddenly kicking in.

"My saliva has an extreme coagulate that mixed with blood and oxygen repairs a vein within seconds," whispered the baron, stroking her body gently.

"Jane, you must call in sick tomorrow, your pregnant." said the baron quietly, licking the last trace of blood that had dribbled down her breast. "You must run your own tests tomorrow, and tomorrow night when you know for sure I will send a car for you at 8.00pm, there are other things you must know."

"How can I be pregnant, my period isn't due till next week, how can you know?" She said shaking her head slowly. "That bastard Oswald we had sex and then he broke up with me just before I left New York last week."

She sat upright quickly and saw stars. The baron helped her too her feet, and then proceed to turn out all the lights. She started to come around quickly and she walked across to the baron where he was pulling the curtains to the balcony back. He opened the door and the frigid wind suddenly blew in. Jane picked up her over coat and pulled it over her naked body. The baron turned to her.

"I must go now but you must come to me tomorrow night" he smiled and kissed her gently on the lips allowing their lips to pull away from their mouths for a moment. He smiled stepped onto the balcony and before her eyes dispersed into a mist and drifted out into the air 8 stories up before suddenly speeding away out of sight into the night.

She looked after him in stunned silence a smile of excitement slowly spreading across her face before slowly raising her hand to the puncture wounds on her neck. Her eyes grew large and she smiled before remembering the barons words,

"Jane, you must call in sick tomorrow, your pregnant and there are other things you must know."

Her smile disappeared to be replaced by a frown, what was wrong, not only was she pregnant but something else was wrong.