vampire tonigt

I have not posted the last two parts of Vampire Tonight because I got writers block! well ill post them when i figure out how to finish the story properly, but if anything ill have it done by today

Vampire Tonight Part II

This is part two of Vampire Tonight. Now, before you read I'd like to let you know that there are parts in here that one might find "inappropriate", but alas its all in good taste.When you are through reading this story take some time to subscribe to my blog via twitter. Thanks for taking the time to read part 2 of Vampire Tonight. leave me any comments you have about the story on my blog page. thanks again. Enjoy.



The rusty old red pickup truck pulled out of the creak cautiously, so as not to hit any of the other Goth kids that stayed behind. As they backed up, Faithy looked at Holloway. It was a stern look, borderline menacing. Holloway looked away and continued conversing with the Goths that he was initially with. As he kept the dialogue going with his friends he kept a close eye on the pickup truck that diminished in size as it distanced off into the vast darkness that was the creak.
Faithy looked around and scoped out the cabin of the old pickup truck. There was a rosary hanging from the rearview mirror. The Goth kid saw her looking at it and said “it's for protection.” Faithy turned her attention to him giving a confused look in order to maintain the illusion she was a damsel in distress. ”What do you mean?’’ she said. “The rosary…it’s for protection, you know from the forces of darkness” he replied. Oh god you have got to be kidding me! “Oh ok then” she replied softly.
“Oh by the way my name is Jonah” he added as he kept his eyes on the road and only shifting his eyes to her briefly. “Sorry for not introducing me to you back at the creak.” “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were able to give me a ride” Faithy responded as she gave him a flirting look. “It’s just so nice to know that there are still gentlemen left in the world” she added while sensually rubbing his thigh. Jonah shivered at her playful caress.
“I also think that guys who wear eyeliner are hot.” “You really dig the eyeliner?” Jonah asked now in a sort of unsure manner. “Of course, and I also find Goth guys SO attractive!” she answered licking her lips. “Wow that’s a first. Usually girls think I’m some fag that that will never get laid.” “Well those girls don’t know what they want. They’re immature little girls. But I know what I want” she said as she moved her hand up and down his thigh slowly “what do you want Jonah?” As she said that in a seductive whisper, Jonah looked at her and swallowed hard then fixed his eyes back on the road. “It’s okay Jonah I know what we both want” she added while her hand moved up his crotch.
Jonah was as red as his pickup truck! Wow is this really happening? He thought to himself. “Pull over Jonah, into those woods there” Faithy said. Jonah much too gladly complied with Faithy’s command, and steered the truck into the woods. Once they were deep in the woods the truck came to a stop. Jonah rested his hands on the wheel and looked at Faithy only slightly nervously. Faithy pushed her seat back and faced her whole body towards him catching his undivided attention. His eyes were resting on her gorgeous body now. “Let’s take a walk.” Jonah now gave her a very confused look but couldn’t bring himself to question her. “Okay.” He got out the passenger’s seat and ran to open her door again. “Thank you Jonah you’re so kind” said Faithy in a flirtatious tone.
They stood there in close proximity to the truck. Faithy paced for a bit and asked Jonah “Are you into the Occult?” “Uh…no…not really, but I’m into you?” Faithy pressed her body closer to Jonahs. She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered “Are you really?” Jonah nodded and swallowed hard again. He felt his heart beat faster and faster. Something didn’t feel right, but he didn’t care he was about to get laid by this gorgeous blond girl who was into him. “I’m into you as well Jonah” she whispered gently in to his ear.
She pinned him against the pickup with a playful shove to the chest. She pressed her body against his thin body yet again. She brought up one of her thighs up to his waist while undoing his pants. When Jonah decided to slip his hands under her shirt, Faithy stepped back. Jonah blushed and quickly replied “Oh I’m sorry…I thought you wanted to” Faithy looked up and gave Jonah a grin. “I do want to” as she said this, her shirt went over her head. She had taken her shirt off and went to on to removing her bra! There she stood in front of Jonah completely topless. “Jonah, come here I promise I won’t bite” she said in an innocent tone however still smiling. In an instant he found himself caressing her breasts as Faithy threw her head back in complete pleasure.
She let Jonah play with her a little bit in order to divert his senses completely. She whispered into Jonahs ear softly now as he played with her breasts “I promise I won’t bite…HARD!” In an instant she threw herself at his neck. She took a vicious bite on it. Jonah screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt Faithy’s fangs sink in. Blood gushed out of the wound and Jonah backed away with one hand over the mortal wound. He started for the truck. Faithy had gone through so much trouble into seducing him so she was not letting him get away that easily, so she followed in pursuit. Pined against the automobile and the deranged girl Jonah had no idea what to do.
He was paralyzed with fear. How did it come down to this? A moment ago he was enjoying himself in the warmth of this girl and the next he finds himself bleeding to death. His life flashed before his eyes as he began to fell light headed from the blood loss. “Wow look at the Goth kid now. This is what real suffering is baby” said Faithy as Jonah slowly fell to his knees “and now for a much deserved meal!” Faithy bent down only to raise Jonah to his feet. She then plunged her teeth into the wound and began to feed. Jonah screamed throughout the feeding. Then suddenly the screaming seized. Jonah was dead. Faithy took a step back and let go of the corpse that was once Jonah. The corpse hit the ground with a loud thud that rustled some leaves under him.
Faithy looked over the corpse and licked her lips for blood. There were blood stains on her chest and breasts as well, so she took her fingers and rubbed most of the blood off. She licked the blood of her fingers and repeated the process until most of the blood was gone. As she stood there still topless, over the corpse, she uttered “Faggot!”……

Vampire Tonight

Ok, so this is a story that will be chopped up into 4 parts. this is part 1. the remaining parts will be posted in a time span of 3 days. It was written by moi so there you have it, a pretty little story by yours truly. When you are through reading this story id like to hear some feedback, like comments(negative or positive) that pertain to the story. I hope you like it. Enjoy.


It was a cold night out and the midnight wind blew calmly, yet it had the branches of the trees swaying to its petrifying mood. The creek was dark and only lit by the limited liquid silver light that drenched over it from the moon. It was only this light that seemed to momentarily eradicate the dense darkness that seemed to perpetuate throughout the creek. This creek had become a terrifying array of shadows that ensued horror. However the night never seemed so dead, so sullen or maybe even as beautiful as it did tonight. It was the perfect night to go out for a prowl.
Prowling was a regular activity that all Immortals indulged in, especially when they needed to feed. Faithy was just one among many Immortals that seemed to actually take delight in their routine prowling. She was addicted to the feeling that came from stalking those who would fall prey to her. But it was the feeding that gave her the real adrenaline rush. Immortals defined this feeling as a “blood high”. A blood high usually came from completely draining the victim. Although it was not customary for any one Immortal to completely deplete their victims of blood, there were those who felt the need to do so. And Faithy was one of those Immortals. She loved to get “blood high” and she liked to do it often, so tonight, Faithy had decided to go out and get blood high.
She peered out her window one last time and headed out for the creek. She had learned about some Goth kids having some get together down at the creek. God! How she hated those Goth kids who whined about their suffering. Suffering? They have no idea what suffering really is she thought to herself. As she thought this, memories about her life came flooding back . Her head was drowning in memories but that all came to a sudden halt when she heard voices. Her body also came to a halt. She hid behind some tall vegetation a couple of feet away from the voices whom she had identified a s a crowd badly dress people but nonetheless as that Goth crowd she was after. Just as she had done so two dark figures behind a bush, caught her attention.
She couldn’t make out the figures all that well because of that bush. Determined to make out those two figures lurking in the dark, she climbed a nearing tree. From atop the tree she made out the two figures. They appeared to be two other Goth kids, but what were they doing? And why were they on the ground? Then it hit her. The two were having sex. Wow and here I thought these Goth pricks were all pansies. She kept watching and made comments to herself like; hey this guy is hung like a stallion. She grew bored and decided to join the other Goths. So she climbed her way down the tree and made her way towards them.
As she neared the crowd, she could hear all the conversations that were going on and the music that was playing in the background, grow louder. They had formed a circle of some sort around this bond fire and there were cars and pick-up trucks parked near them. The only light was around that fire, so the creek was pitch black where the fires light did not reach. This is definitely a high school type party, because what’s a high school party without booze? She had observed that every Goth had a can of beer in their hand. Some had cigarettes but they all generally were holding beer cans or bottles. However, when she actually got there, the crowd grew silent. The music was still playing in the background but it didn’t help the awkwardness. Faithy felt everyone’s eyes just collapse on her. This didn’t discourage her. In fact she knew exactly what to say.
“Can anyone give me a ride? I was out on a date with my boyfriend and…well things got out of hand and now I’m stranded here.” The crowd of youngsters remained silent. They only stared at her. In a pleading tone Faithy continued “Please I’m desperate” nearly breaking into tears she continued “I just want to go home”. Then a Goth kid spoke out “I can…err…uh take you home if you want”. Faithy watched him as he spoke. He was dressed all in black, with leather and spikes. There were hints of eyeliner on his eyes. His hair was jet black with dark purple highlights. Ugh! Typical Goth she thought.
“Oh you’d be such a life saver! Thank you so much” “uh yea no problem, just uh let me finish up here though’’ ‘’yea of course I can wait”. The crowd stood there in silence. “Well, now that you have your ride, GET OUT OF HERE!’’ said Holloway. Holloway was the head Goth. He had everyone looking up to him, so everyone did as he said. “Baby chill she’s leaving” a girl said as he yelled out his command. Faithy was burning up with rage inside. How dare he yell at me much less tell me what to do! Faithy just kept her head down and didn’t say anything.”I think we’d better leave” said the Goth kid. They both made their way to the Goth kid’s pick-up truck without any hesitations.
The rusty old red pick-up truck wasn’t parked too far from the crowd. As they approached it the Goth kid stood there at the passenger’s door. For a split second he stared into her eyes but Faithy looked away. “Oh…um…let me...ahem... get that for you” and like any gentlemen would he reached out and opened the door for her. With a loud squeak the door flung open. Faithy thanked him and the Goth kid made his way around the truck to get to the driver's door. Hurriedly he opened the door with a louder squeak and settled in the driver’s seat. Faithy looked around in a nervous fashion in order to maintain the illusion that she really was a teenage girl in distress. The Goth kid started the truck and they were on their way………