Garrett could feel the unset of the rather bad headache that he got from studying too long. Looking up he could see why, it was nearly 9pm, he’d been at this paper since noon without a break. He leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He though he’d made decent progress but this wasn’t a short paper and he probably has another few weeks before it’s done.
“9 Hours is good enough I guess, time for a burger run.” He said as he got up and grabbed his coat not bothering to shut his computer off. He’d be back before long to look over his work, maybe check out some porn. Locking the door behind him, he headed down the street loving the feeling of independence he had. He’d been at this small house since the beginning of last semester, and it had officially replaced his parents’ house as his home.
He may not go out as much as he did last year when he lived in the dorms but he had just as much fun living alone. He hadn’t dated for a few weeks and planned on going back on the hunt after he finished the pile of assignments he had. He did have the greatest job on the planet though, he thought to himself as he walked. He worked at a small electronics store, one that dealt mostly in refurbished stuff but had awesome deals. It was really small and it only took one person to cover it most days. Sure around Christmas they usually had 3 people or more working but since then he’d been the only one working when he went in. He’d outfitted his house with some pretty cool little toys from there as well.
Garret suddenly felt like he was being watched, but when he looked around he couldn’t see anyone else. He shrugged and took a left into his favourite short cut. His house was near enough to campus that he could walk, but only because he cut through a park shortening his walk by a good 30 minutes. He turned again when he thought he heard someone walking behind him, but again nobody. He had seen a lot of horror movies lately and might be a bit jumpy but he wasn’t one to take his feelings for granted and picked up his pace.
When he reached his destination of choice he took another look around before going in and ordering. He usually got it to go but decided to eat out, partly to get out of the house but partly to give his mind some time to relax. Studying wasn’t the most relaxing activity after all. He had barely been seated when a girl about his age entered. She was a little pale, short brown hair with blonde highlights and a black jacket and jeans on.
“Hmmm, desert.” He thought to himself, smiling before he unwrapped his burger. After a couple of bits he was lost in his newly found hunger and devoured his burger and fries. He checked his pocket for another 5 before heading up and ordering another.
While he was waiting he looked around and saw the brunette eating in the corner, completely oblivious to everything but her drink. He grabbed his burger to go this time and headed home. He barely got two steps from the restaurant before he gave in and opened his burger and started eating it as he walked. He was done it before he got to his short cut and pocketed the wrapper. He suddenly heard footsteps and nearly turned towards them before stopping himself. He calmed himself and concentrated on the footsteps, making sure they were actually there this time.
Not only were they definitely there, but they sounded like heels. He turned to see the pale girl about 10 feet behind him. He smiled at her before heading into the park, noting as he went that her footsteps went right by him and continued down the sidewalk. He turned around after the sound of her footsteps disappeared, to find himself alone in the park. A couple minutes later he felt like he was being watched again and just broke out in a run until he was on the other side of the park. He stopped to take a breathe before looking up to see the pale brunette cross the street behind him, seemingly coming from the park.
He smiled to himself before looking up again, his mind racing. He looked over and caught her staring right at him, before she turned and walked down the street away from him. He watched her walk away for a minute before turning and running home. He nearly broke his key trying to open his door and slammed it behind him when he went in. He leaned against his door, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes he looked outside, seeing nothing he went into his bathroom for a shower.
“Fuck me, running scared from a chick.” He said to himself out loud as he showered.
“Speaking of chicks and fuck…” He started stroking his cock, thinking of all the fine ass he encountered day in and day out at college. Especially Kendra; this gorgeous, strawberry blonde who shared a few of his classes. She had a spectacular rack, they didn’t seem really big, definitely no bigger than a C cup but she knew what to wear to accentuate her cleavage. She also had the nicest ass, and a great set of legs that she showed off as much as possible, even in winter. Garrett doubted that she had been with a guy longer than two months in her life, as she always seemed to have a new guy. Even her friend Chelsea was a knockout, tall and thin with long brown hair and great legs. Chelsea was one of the few girls in school with a nicer ass than Kendra. . He’d been on a hair trigger since his last girlfriend and it didn’t wasn’t long before he shot a huge load.
It rained the next few days, so Garrett made an executive decision to skip class for Thursday and Friday so he could get some work done. By the time Friday night rolled around he was tired of homework and was glad to go to work. It was same old, same old, as he got 3 customers and spent most of his time playing around with the various gadgets that were lying around. He looked up for some reason and caught a glimpse of a pale, brunette with blonde streaks looking in at him from outside. He blinked and she was gone, he looked for a few seconds before shaking his head.
He was working hard on his report Saturday evening when his buddy called him.
“What’s going on buddy?” Greg asked him.
“Just homework my man, you?” Garrett replied, leaning back in his computer chair, closing his eyes for a few seconds.
“Going on a girl run, you down?” Garrett laughed; he hadn’t been clubbing for weeks and needed a break so he agreed.
20 Minutes, Garrett was showered and dressed, waiting for Greg on his front porch when he heard something behind him. He turned around and looked up on his roof and thought he saw something move out of his line of sight. Was it a bit of coat or some piece of cloth being carried around by the wind? Greg picked him up a few minutes and they were off to the club.
Typical night, Greg got carded, while Garrett just went right in without a word from either bouncer. It was early, only about 10pm but they club was already half full, and the alcohol was flowing.
“Who you liking bud?” Greg asked him after they grabbed a drink.
“Your mom, she’s over they’re doing body shots.” Garrett responded with a smile. It had been a while since they had been out, buddying it up over drinks and girls. Greg had been his closest friend last year and they had gone out to drink at least once a week. Garrett remember many nights when he had to all but carry Greg home or woke up on Greg’s couch with a huge hangover.
“MMM, Le Belle Brune, staring you down for like 20 man, you gonna pounce?” Garrett smiled at the colourfull language of his friend and experienced wingman.
“How long she been hanging?” Garrett responded as he checked his watch, 12:40am.
“About 20, maybe 30 minutes. She’s at 5 O’clock if u interested” Greg responded as he fondled up a tipsy red head he’d been flirting with for the past hour.
“Huh?” Garrett responded as he turned to check her out, how could he have not noticed her for like half an hour. She blended right in, black top, fitted tight against her chest, while hanging loose around her midriff. Black skirt to match, rather short too, and black high heels. Her semi-Goth outfit showed a lot of pale skin, and he light brown hair, hung just past her shoulders. After a second he noticed that her hair had blonde highlights and piecing brown eyes that were lazily watching him as she danced. He took a step back as he changed his mind, they was no laziness in those eyes, they were far too intense.
“Umm buddy,” Garrett began, taking a sip of his brew to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “Would it freak you out if I said this chick followed me home a few nights ago, and might have been watching me at work last night?”
“What?” Greg asked as he turned to take a closer look at the girl, who seemed to suddenly disappear. “Wait, where’d she go? Fuck, umm she looked like a pretty hot stalker, so I’d say don’t worry about her.”
“Yeah, right. It wouldn’t be as bad if she didn’t keep vanishing.”
“Better watch yourself,” Greg’s lady friend said to Garrett, slurring her words a little, “Some Goth’s can get a little too obsessed.” Greg looked Garrett in the eye and nodded his agreement.
“Anyways, Greg you too drunk to drive me to your place?” She asked wrapping her arms around Greg’s shoulders.
“Yeah, umm Garrett you want a ride?”
“Umm you can drop me off at Centennial, it’s a short walk for me.”
“Nahh man I’m good with…” Greg stopped the red-head grabbed his crotch, “Yeah Centennial is on my way, no prob man.” Garrett smiled to himself as he turned to leave.
“Dude,” Greg whispered in Garrett’s ear as they headed to his car, “You know me all to well and if she has a friend you’ll be the first to know.”
“Don’t worry about it, go home, hook up just don’t forget to use protection. And a bit of advice, don’t try to drink her up any more at your place, she’s set to go.”
“Yeah man.” Greg said grabbing red’s ass before unlocking his car.
Garrett pulled his coat closer around himself after he left the warmth of Greg’s car. He had hardly started walking when he heard heels. He looked around nervously, but didn’t see anyone behind, in front or across the street from him. Shivering, he started home, trying his best to ignore the sound of footsteps that seemed to echo around him. One minute they were beside him, the next distantly behind him, then just in front of him. After about 20 minutes it was getting old and Garrett decided he’d just rather get it over with.
“Alright, What the fuck!” He yelled, walking out into the middle of the empty road for emphasis. “There’s no fucking way you’re this shy so either get your heeled ass out here or just go the hell.”
“Alright.” Some sultry voice said from everywhere at once, before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning he saw the brunette, striding out into the middle of the street with a smile on her face. Seeing her up close he saw that she wore little make-up but still looked pretty gorgeous. She walked with grace and she seemed to have an air of confidence about her that few women ever really attained. It was almost regal, yet her eyes were smoldering.
“I’m not shy sweetie, just a little hesitant. You know, I had to make sure you were a pompous ass or something like that.”
“It’s called asking, not stalking.” Garrett replied looking her right at her.
“Actually it’s more like, hunting.” She replied, her eyes flashing as she talked.
“Ahhh, so you either a psycho, really eccentric or some super-Goth. Doesn’t matter I think I’ll pass, anyone who likes to climb on people’s roof’s to watch them is a little to out there for me.”
“Roof’s are nice, you can see a lot from them, and you’d be surprised how few people actually look up when they’re being followed.” She responded as he started walking away.
“Wait,” He said turning around to find her less than five feet from him, “You’ve been following me on the rooftops? What are you Catwoman?”
“Haha, More like…Vampirella.” She responded, curling her lip so he could see her extremely sharp canines. Garrett swallowed hard; again he had been watching horror movies and those did look like vampire fangs. They had the same texture as he other teeth, and were just as white and shiny. Either expensive fakes or he was fucked. Looking at her and he quickly accepted the later and slowly walked away from her, down the middle of the road.
His vision blurred as she came at him like lightening. One second he was in the road, the next he was on his ass on a sidewalk as an SUV flew past them. She was standing in front of him, looking at the SUV as it headed down the road, fangs barred.
“You might want to watch yourself Garrett.” She said turning back to him as he got to his feet, trying to not throw up. “Assholes like that don’t like to get their rides dented in but like slowing down even less.”
“Thanks…. ummm…” Garrett tried to think, but his mind was reeling.
“Paige.” His vampire savior said smiling at him.
“Thanks Paige but you might want to watch you back, because he’s coming back.” Paige turned to look down the empty street, as Garrett took the opportunity to break out running down the sidewalk. He was no track star but he wasn’t a couch potato either, and fear was as good a motivator than any. He heard Paige laughing but that was all he heard until he got home and unlocked his front door. He looked around, trying to peer up on people’s roofs and watch the ground at the same time, as he went inside and locked his door behind him. He barely got into his bathroom, in front of his toilet before puking his guts out. He sat on his bathroom floor shaking for what seemed like hours before crawling into bed and passing out.
Garrett woke up with a dull pain in his head. He laid in his bed trying to remember the previous night as he listened to his alarm beep. He turned and shut it off when he remembered that he went to the club with Greg. Greg dropped him off and a car nearly hit him, because he was talking to a hot brunette. The brunette was a fucking vampire who had decided to not stalk him, but “Hunt” him. Right he was delirious for sure. He got up and showered laughing at his over-active imagination. He had probably gotten drunk and met a girl before heading home and watching some late-night horror movie.
The second the water hit his back, it started burning. Garrett opened the curtain to look in the bathroom mirror at the mass of redness and scrapes that covered his back. Had he fallen? No way that could be from a fall, unless he was shoved on the ground…. away from a speeding…car…. by a vamp…ire.
“Fuck me.” He said aloud before slumping down in the shower, putting his head in his hands. On the one hand she was hot, on the other she drank blood. And wouldn’t having sex with her be considered necrophilia? He thought before scolding himself, she wanted to kill him, not fuck him. Or did she? She did save him from a car, and she was watching him, making sure he wasn’t an asshole. No. Fucking. Way. She’s playing with my head, that’s it. I need to get some help, tell someone or…
“Fuck I should just commit myself to a mental hospital.” Garrett said sourly. Maybe I can fight her; I mean I am a bit of a horror movie buff. With nerves of steel, and wooden stakes to spare …Fuck. I do have a cross, which should be enough to tell me whether the old school tricks will work against her. Wait I’m almost an Atheist, a cross isn’t going to do shit for me. I’ll just get Greg to take me by the church; I’ll pick up some holy water. I’ll also grab a little mirror to carry around with me, and maybe one of my nice silver knives. Better than nothing.
“Hey man, how was you night?” Garrett said into his cell.
“Damn fine, AND Jane does have a friend if you’re down.”
“Maybe some other time, can you take me over the you’re church this afternoon.”
“Why?” Greg asked confused.
“I just want some holy water.”
“What, for protection against vampires?” Greg asked, laughing.
“Just come pick me up, I wouldn’t bother you if I didn’t really need it.”
“That’s true, I’ll be over in a few.”
“So,” Greg asked him as they headed over to the church. “A vampire? Like seriously?”
“Looks like it.” Garrett responded.
“I mean did she turn into a bat or anything?”
“She called herself a vampire, she had fangs, she was on my roof yesterday, I only see her at night and she moved faster than a speeding car. SO like I said, it looks like she’s a vampire.”
“Are you sure you weren’t completely smashed last night?”
“I have the scrapes and bruises where my back hit the pavement to prove it.”
“Hmmmm….”
They sat there quiet the rest of way to and from the church. Greg hardly said anything when he dropped him off back at home, which he hardly noticed.
“Here ya go buddy, you sure you weren’t drunk? This could all just be in your head.”
“Dude, I’m not sure what’s going on and if it is in my head then I’ll be happy as can be. If it isn’t, however, then I’ll be giving here your address.”
Garrett slept a little bit during the day, and then checked a few pages on the Internet before having a quick dinner. He was planning on chilling at home before he remembered that he had work at 7pm. He’d skip it but he needed the money and if he left early he could get there and maybe the vampire wouldn’t know where he was. Maybe.
His plan worked, he was locking up at 11pm and still no sign of vampire girl. The only probably was that he was locking up at 11pm; he now had to go home at night. He was debating just going somewhere for the night, maybe Greg’s or a hotel, when he bent down to close up the register.
“Busy night?” Garrett jumped at the sudden sound and nearly smashed his head off the desk. There she was, in all her gothic glory, standing in front of him with a satisfied smile on her face. He hadn’t even heard the door open or her heels on the tile floor.
“No….” He tried to sound calm as he grabbed the flask of holy water out of his pocket. He smiled at her, to which she arched her eyebrows, before uncorking it and spraying her with it. It landed mostly on her face and a little on her chest but had no effect what so ever.
“I’m guessing that wasn’t because there was something on my face?” She asked looking at him.
“Umm… The power of Christ compels you?” He just responded with a smile. He had a good run, 21 years was a good life he figured.
“No Garrett it doesn’t. Nor does a cross-worn by a true believer, or garlic for that matter. Although its smell is amplified by our senses and it is an extremely obnoxious smell. Can’t tell you whether a stake would work, but I can say silver and sunlight hurt a bit but neither are really fatal. I just really can’t take a whole day out in the sun, hurts like a really bad burn.”
“No coffin filled with dirt from your homeland I’m guessing?”
“No Garrett, no coffin, no dirt. So how was your day?” She finished her sentence with an amused smile as Garrett was about ready to throw up again.
“Ummm…ok. Nothing really happened I was just….”
“Getting holy water and reading up on vampires? You left your computer on.”
“You were in my house?”
“Briefly.” She replied nonchalantly, as she walked around the desk to examine the glass cabinet beside Garrett. “Any of these laptops any good? I’m in the market for a small one to carry around on my travels.”
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” Garrett asked, summoning up all the courage he had left. If he was going to die, he was going to face it on his feet.
“Food?” Paige asked, turning to him with an amused look one her face, “You think your food?”
“Yeah I’m not stupid, all this chatter a psychological trick before you bite me.”
“Garrett, Garrett, Garrett. You must watch a lot of horror movies my dear. But no you aren’t food and I was asking you about a laptop.” She emphasized the word “laptop” as she turned back to look at them.
“I’m going to buy one so your boss doesn’t get made at you for flirting with a strange girl after hours. Now which do you suggest?”
“The HP netbook is the most durable I guess.” Garrett replied stunned.
“Ahh you were paying attention, good boy. Yes I like the red one, you take Visa right?” Garrett nodded completely confused. “Good then I’ll buy and you can finish locking up before you walk me to your house and show me how it works.” Garrett looked at her as if she were crazy; she just smiled and opened her purse. She did insist on going to his house and he realized that he had no real choice in the matter so he just locked up, and they walked quietly along the empty streets.
“You have such a nice little house.” Paige commented as she went into his living room.
“Thanks. So why are you following me?” Garrett asked as he sat down in his leather chair, trying to maintain his distance from her.
“Just checking you out.” She replied with a smile, as she used her index nail to cut the tape covering her laptop box. She gave him a big smile when she was done, before taking out her laptop and looking at it.
“Seriously, I think I deserve some answers.”
“Deserved, you sprayed me with water.” She said looking at him with an arched brow.
“So you broke into my house.” He said meeting her stare.
“True. Fine. I don’t drink from humans these days, well unless one is offering. I get my fill from cows blood or sheep. It isn’t the best but a little rum or vodka and it goes down smooth.”
“That’s gross. And how long until you kill all the cows?”
“You have seen too many movies, or not enough. I don’t need to drink a lot, maybe a cup or two every few weeks. I eat human food just like you to keep my strength up. Plus I don’t use my vampiric abilities much; you know no turning into a bat or mist. That’s what really makes you thirsty. The more you act like Dracula, the more strength you use, and the more you need to drink. It’s really quite simple, dare I say elementary.”
“That makes sense and by the way, I’m not offering so you can just walk away.” Paige faked disappointment after he was done.
“I didn’t think you were dear. No I just need to fulfill some of my human urges. You know, I need a booty call.”
“Eww no. That’d be like necrophilia.” She laughed at that, as she plugged her laptop into the wall outlet.
“Not really, dear. Plus I’ve learned a lot in my 65 years on this earth, and no I’m not a grandmother. Sex with me is something you don’t want to miss.”
“How are you not a grandmother, you were born in the 50’s!” Garrett said, leaning back away from her as far as his chair would go.
“My body ages like a year for every 50 that go by. That’s what drinking blood gets you, that and the blood lust, which I have mostly under control. But if that were all you got, then I’d probably be getting Alzheimer’s by now. The reason I’m not a grandmother and don’t have the problems of age is because my mind doesn’t age. I haven’t forgotten a single thing since I was turned; I’m also really good at Sudoku, crosswords not so much. My mind is as sharp as can be but is still the mind of a 20-year-old girl. So I am for all intensive purposes a immortal 20 year old girl.” That didn’t sound to crazy to Garrett, although it was weird.
“I’m still not going to fuck you, I don’t care how good in bed you are.”
“You checked me out, even now your eyes have gone down to look at my chest on a number of occasions. Plus I could always hypnotize you, son yeah you are going to fuck me. Not right now, I prefer to court my men, but eventually we will sleep together. Its really quite inevitable.” She leaned back on the couch with a satisfied look on her pale face. Garrett had a snappy response all ready but when he had an opening all he could think about was, ironically, how great her breasts look.
Damn it might actually be fun, she was pretty hot but she was also dead, nah, undead. Damn quite a choice, necrophilia or rape. Even as he thought about it his penis betrayed him as it started hardening in his pants, so much so that he had to shift positions so as to conceal it. He was sitting beside her now, helping install the programs included with her new laptop. Up close she actually was quite fine. She did have a great body. A cute face and those fangs were actually kind of turning him on. Maybe he could, as long as she didn’t blow him, he couldn’t stand the thought of those fangs near his penis.
“Ok if we were to fuck, wouldn’t that tire you out?” Garrett just blurted out.
“No I’m really the energizer bunny. Yes it’d tire me out why?”
“Because if your tired won’t you like…you know…drink to restore your energy?”
“Ahhh you don’t want me biting you? You never know, you might like it.”
“Answer the question.” Garrett said, trying his hardest not to turn and look at her.
“Yes I would get tired, and maybe I’d get a little thirsty, but if you don’t want me to bite you then I wont. I’d probably just sleep it off like you or I’d have a little drink from my flask. Which currently contains sheep’s blood and Smirnoff.”
“I’d rather not know what’s in your flask. But if you can hypnotize me why didn’t you? And why won’t you bite me?”
“I respect a person’s free will, that’s why. I was turned against my will and made a promise that I would never bite anyone against their will. As for hypnotize, I’d prefer to fuck someone whose willing, let them enjoy me for themselves. Sure if you really had no interest in me because you didn’t like the idea of fucking a vampire, if that was the only reason, then I’d hypnotize you and fuck you. Trust me once you go vamp, there’s truly nothing like it.”
“I really doubt that.” Garrett said he’s heard that line from plenty of women.
“Yeah well, I’m bendy.” Paige said with a laugh.
“There all good, you’re set to go.”
“Cool, let’s try it out. I know I know, we should look at porn.” Paige finished, smiling at Garrett who wished he possessed the ability to teleport.
“I know, you should go home and I should get some sleep.” Garrett responded, getting up and unplugging Paige’s new laptop.
“Oh come on it’s only…shit 5:42am.”
“Well you better hurry home then.” Garrett closed her laptop up and grabbed her coat to hand to her.
“Actually I’ll just sleep here.” Paige said, lying down on the couch.
“Come on.”
“No, you come on. Be a pal Garrett, I’m only asking to sleep on your couch for a few hours.” Paige gave him a puppy dogface, pouting like a champ.
“As long as you don’t even come near my room when I’m asleep then fine.”
“Party-pooper.”
“Good night.”
Try as he could, Garrett just couldn’t get to sleep. He quickly realized he wasn’t worried about having an admitted bloodsucker in the next room. It was because his penis was painfully hard. He tried pinching himself, tried pulling leg hairs; none of the usual tricks were working. Part of him wanted to masturbate, another to just go get it over with. Paige was just next-door and he was sure she’d be ready for sex in about 2 seconds flat. Hell he could probably be able to sleep after a blowjob from her, even hand job. He just needed to relieve this tension. He lay there for a while thinking about Paige, her gorgeous tits, her luscious lips and that great ass. She even pulled off the pale look perfectly.
He eventually drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with the thoughts of Paige. He dreamt that they had sex on the side of the road, in the club, on his roof, even in Greg’s church. He dreamt of his hands exploring her ass, as his mouth explored her breasts. Her moans turning him on more and more until he went down on her like a wild man. Lapping at her pussy, tasting her juices while his hands cradled her exquisite ass cheeks. Her bittersweet juices filling his mouth, while her moans filled his ears and her ass cheeks filling his hands.
He even dreamt of her giving him head, her fangs, her eyes and her tongue bringing him untold pleasure. He dreamt of the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of her lips and of her fangs brushing against it. His hands running through her silky brown hair as she licked, slurped, kissed and sucked his cock. His hips thrusting his cock in and out of her tight, wet, hot mouth. His hands dropping down to squeeze her gorgeous tits as he neared his climax. He could feel his dick begin to throb and the coming of a mind shattering orgasm. It was coming like a flood, ready to cover Paige’s pale face in cum.
Just before he came he woke up suddenly. As he rolled over he saw Paige standing at the doorway with a sly smile on her face.
“You sure you don’t want me to sleep in her?” She asked him with a devious laugh.
“No I’m comfortable as it is.” Garrett replied, forcing himself to roll over and his eyes to close. He could feel the dampness of his pants as he drifted off to sleep.