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Blood City by Neal Garcia
Sitting astride my black Kawasaki-Ninja 400, the sport bike that I couldn't live without, I waited patiently under the cloak of the night sky, in the alleyway that was adjacent to an old, 19th century high rise building known as the Bancroft.
Housing some of the wealthiest, human residents of Golgatha City, I watched the building closely, waiting for the time when I would see the valet standing in front of the entrance, open the door of a limousine for a formally dressed, older couple who went by the name, Sanford.
Seeing the two of them being whisked away in their limo, I imagined the pair to be attending some cultural and artistically relevant event while I rummaged through the interior of their home.
Walking through the revolving door of the large opulent structure, I immediately expected trouble when I strutted confidently toward the lobby desk, wearing my black, leather racer jacket, red Greta Van Fleet t-shirt, torn skinny jeans and black tactical boots. Stopping directly in front of the security guard behind the industrial style desk, I placed my hands on the counter, smiling, enjoying the unsettled expression on his face as he quickly stood up when he realized what I was.
"I don't know what you're looking for, blood chugger boy, but you ain't gonna find it here. Now, you got a minute to turn around and walk out that door, or I'll have five armed men with ultra-violet ammo pointed right at your dead ass!" Said the tall, middle aged man with a sneer.
By the way, my name's Nico. And just in case you haven't figured it out yet, "blood chugger" is a derogatory term for a vampire. As for the "boy" part of the man's colorful description of my appearance, having been embraced at the age of sixteen, I would forever look like a teenage boy even though I was nearly two-hundred years old.
Having experienced this reaction from humans before, I realized the guard was freaking out, due to the appearance of my pale skin, even paler gray eyes and how they contrasted with my shock of short black hair. Though I had held on to my boyish good looks from my true life, I no longer possessed the warm, human tones that once brought color to my flesh, now that I existed with only half a soul.
Seeing the resolve in the guards eyes, I knew he wasn't making an empty threat. Knowing I had to act fast unless I wanted to be reduced to a pile of ash, I put my plan into motion. Seeing the name tag on the guard's shirt, I realized he responded to Jim.
"Hey, Jimmy, come on. Don't be like that." I said, gently, "I'm just here to stay with my grandparents for the weekend. You know, the Sanford's in the penthouse?" Staring into the eyes of the guard, I concentrated, piecing together elements of a false narrative I was creating in my head before transferring those thoughts over to the man I was hazing.
After a vampire had been embraced, it didn't take long for that being to develop the one psychic ability they would have for the rest of their undead life. For me, that talent was to be able to control the will of any human being I came across, making them do or believe whatever I urged them to. This was called hazing.
Seeing the man's eyes glaze over as I felt my power flow through his pupils and into his brain, I knew I had him in my web. Watching the expression on his face instantly change from one of anger to warmth, I smiled, knowing he would return the sentiment. "Well, why didn't you say something sooner, kid."
Seeing him punch a code into the keypad of his computer, I watched him warmly grin at me once again. "Go to elevator three. It will take you right up to your grandparents suite." He said, kindly.
Thanking the man as I walked toward the bank of elevators, I turned back around to glance at him one more time. Seeing him continue to gawk at me, I suddenly realized that he wasn't staring at me out of suspicion, he was ogling me out of lust.
Entering through the double doors of the penthouse, I quickly moved around the gigantic, posh residence with my backpack, searching for the thing that I had been sent to steal. Being somewhat of a low level thief when I had still been a human, since my death, I had graduated to a higher level of burglary after I had been turned.
Now, working for an underworld, crime syndicate, I had been able to form a whole new existence, stealing high priced items, such as ancient artifacts and old art; material goods that Golgatha City had no shortage of, being the town was run by some of the most wealthy and corrupt humans and vampires in the world.
It had only been two decades ago that vampires, in a sense, had "come out." Though there had been some much expected hysteria that had circulated throughout the human world when vampires had first made themselves known, since vampire kind had no choice but to move through the world at night, many humans seldom ever came into contact with the blood feeding beings, making them less fearful of their existence.
This had allowed the undead to assimilate into human society. However, though the humans were less suspicious of vampire kind, they harnessed new weapons, such as ultra-violet ammunition, garlic spray, and gold chain restraints as a means of keeping the newly uncloaked creatures of the night at bay.
Though these new weapons played a huge role in this process, another factor that had been influential in the humans accepting the existence of the undead had been a miracle of modern science known as Basadryn.
Basadryn was a pill that had been created by a team of both human and undead scientists. Designed with a chemical agent that curbed blood lust, vampires were now able to ingest a capsule that not only controlled their desires for human blood, it made them more empathetic. This pill was the companion to Hemodrink, a synthetic blood substitute sold in bottles at many vampire owned stores across the globe.
Having been on the pill for almost as long as it had been available, I had enjoyed the benefits of the drug. It had allowed me to focus on my job and less on the possibility of tearing a human being apart when I desperately needed to feed. However, though I drank Hemodrink from time to time to quench my mystical thirst, I still couldn't deny the intoxicating feeling that I got whenever I drank human blood directly from a warm human body.
Walking into the study of the elite, older couples home, I came across the one of a kind item I had been looking for; it was an hourglass, rumored to have been created by a 15th century inventor. Carefully placing it into my padded backpack, I strapped the bag on over my shoulders before making my way toward the double doors I had entered through after I had conned my way into the building.
Back down in the lobby, as I headed toward the revolving door, I felt Jim's eyes on me again. Turning around to see him still smiling, I allowed my better instincts to wane considerably. Looking into the beautiful, blue eyes of the human security guard, and noticing his square jaw and tall, strapping build, I could no longer deny my attraction to the man.
In life, I had always been drawn to older human men. I had loved the sound of their deep, weathered, voices, the swagger in their gait and the wisdom obtained by living through their life experiences. And even though I was no longer alive, it was almost impossible for me to ignore the craving I felt for these beings; not only for their blood, but to touch their warm flesh as well.
Seeing another security guard walking on the premises, I quickly made my way towards the man, hazing him to take over for Jim while he went on a break.
Leaning against a wall together in a nearby office, Jim passionately kissed me as he steadily ran his hands over my bare butt. Having undressed me, he proceeded to fondle my nude body as I kissed him back wildly, excitedly anticipating the sex we were about to have.
From what I observed, Jim was somewhere between the age of forty-eight and fifty-two. Though his gray hair was beginning to thin and his skin was beginning to wrinkle, the way all humans his age eventually do, I wasn't put off by these characteristics. In fact, I was turned on by them.
Continuing to roughly kiss my mouth, Jim pulled his face away from mine to tell me something. "Do me a favor, kid. Don't tell anyone about this, okay? I could get in a lot of trouble." He said, breathlessly.
Holding his face in my hands, I flashed him a devilish grin. "Don't worry, Jimmy. Your secret's safe with me."
Hearing my flirtatious tone, the security guard switched places with me. Now facing the wall, I arched my back, sticking my butt out to present it to the man who was surely about to mount me. "Oh god, that looks good!" He said, lasciviously.
Hearing him remove his shirt and pants, Jim squatted down behind me. Turning my head to look at him, I moved my eyes down just in time to connect with his eyes. "Your ass is so fuckin round." He growled, right before he buried his face between my cheeks.
Feeling the security guards warm tongue on my hole, I panted like a bitch in heat; a muscle memory since I had no need to breathe. Reaching down between my legs, I fondled my flaccid penis. Though I was capable of having sex as a bottom, and truly enjoyed the feeling of it, some aspects of my sexual anatomy no longer functioned the way they did when I was alive; not unless I was sharing an intimate moment with someone I really cared about.
Feeling the security guard take my member into his mouth from behind, I suddenly felt inspired. "Jimmy?"
"Yeah," said the man, slurping noisily with his lips on my dick and asshole.
"I wanna suck your cock too." I said.
Within seconds, the security guard was standing up, waiting for me to go down on him. Getting on my knees, I examined the man's semi-hard tool, admiring the veins on his shaft and the bulbous head at the tip. With carnal abandon, I took the human man's dick in my mouth, running my cool, full lips up and down the length of his member, circling my tongue around his dome like head.
Staring up at Jim as I fellated him, I watched his eyes elicit a look of true ecstasy as he watched me relentlessly suck on his cock. Moving my mouth further down, I took one of his balls between my lips, rolling it around in my mouth as he threw his head back, satiated by my erotic talents.
Moving my mouth back to his cock, it only took a couple more minutes of me sucking him off that Jim decided he had to have his way with me. "Stand up, boy! Now face the wall again! I'm gonna get my nut." He said, proudly.
Doing what I was told, I again presented myself to my human sex partner. Slightly parting my legs, I arched my back, this time anticipating more than just a tongue in my ass. Feeling his large calloused hands grab hold of my hips, Jim slid his erect member inside me.
Holding onto my sides, I felt the guard's tremendous girth repeatedly penetrate me from behind. Hearing the slapping of his skin against mine, I disappeared into a vortex of wanton desire, drunk on the heady pleasure this ruggedly, handsome, human man was providing to me.
Hearing the sound of his quick shallow breaths, I could sense that my human lover was about to cum. Knowing Jim was going to ejaculate inside me, I suddenly felt my fangs distend in my mouth while my face took on the sharp, gaunt features of my undead self as I began to orgasm. Growling quietly, I hid my face from my companion, worried how he might react if he saw my vampire visage.
Minutes later, Jim and I sat on the floor, our naked bodies entwined as we continued to passionately kiss one another. Seeing a few tattoos on his upper arms and chest, I realized my human lover was a veteran of the armed forces. This explained his nimble, fit, physique for a man his age. Feeling turned on by knowing my human lover had been a warrior, once again I pulled him towards me, kissing him hard on the mouth.
Suddenly, Jim recoiled from my embrace. Looking deep into his eyes, I realized he was coming out of the haze. "What am I doing?! How did you get in here?!" He asked, nervously. Seeing him glance down at his state of undress, I watched his eyes shift back and forth, contemplating whether or not he would be fast enough to reach his service pistol before I could bite him.
Though a hand gun with regular bullets would slow me down, and I was considerably smaller in stature compared to him, even if Jim shot me, I would still have enough strength to overpower him and break his neck like a stick.
Feeling his body suddenly lunge to the right as he reached for his weapon, I grabbed Jim by his throat, pulling him up off the floor. Pining him to the wall with one hand, I held him firmly in place. Angered by his attempt to try and shoot me, my vampiric face surfaced, frightening him. "P-Please! Please don't kill me! I have a wife and a little boy! Please! I-I don't wanna die!" He pleaded, breaking out in tears.
Feeling the effects of the Basadryn kick in, my face reverted back to its human facade. Not wanting to harm the closeted man with a child, I took control of my killer instincts. "I don't want to hurt you, Jimmy. But if you try and shoot me, it won't go well for you. You understand?"
Seeing the terrified expression on Jim's face as he quickly nodded his head, I knew he realized he had no choice but to back down. Feeling his body unclench, I let go of him. Gazing deep into his eyes, I hazed him once more. Seeing the lustful expression return to his face, I gently smiled as he once again took me into his arms. Enjoying the experience of having his warm hands and body against my cool skin, I relished the final passionate kiss I had with my human soldier. Lifting my eyes to look at him, I asked him for one last thing.
A few moments later, Jim sat on a chair as I kneeled down between his legs. Looking at me, nervously, he asked a question. "Is it gonna hurt?"
Meeting his eyes, I smiled again. "It'll only sting for a second. Then after that, it will be nothing but euphoria."
With an apprehensive expression, Jim looked away from me. Baring my fangs, I searched his inner thigh for just the right vein. Locating what I was looking for, I sank my teeth into the security guard's tender flesh. Hearing him gasp, I felt his life force begin to flow into my mouth as his ragged breathing eventually became quiet moans and subtle whimpers of pleasure.
Back on my motorbike, I briefly stopped in front of the windows of the Bancroft building. Seeing Jim back at his desk, working as though nothing had happened, I had a thought:
When I had hazed him, it had brought out his secret, hidden desire to have sex with me. And though he had twice threatened my undead life, I felt compelled to give him a gift for allowing me to feed on him by letting him remember our tryst in the security office. However, I now wondered if I had made a mistake by not hazing him one last time to completely erase the memory of me all together.
Remembering that my boss was waiting for me to deliver the very valuable artifact I had hidden in my backpack, I pulled away from the Bancroft, leaving all thoughts of my temporary, human lover behind. Speeding through the city, I made my way towards another high rise building across town. This one was inhabited by the one and only underworld, mob boss of the vampires, known as "The Don." A powerful and cunning vampire in his own right, the Don's real name was Vito Santini. Vito wasn't just my boss, he was also my great-grandfather.
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