Fighting For My Undead Soul

Chapter 15

The day passed quickly and uneventfully. I took an escort out to the lake and soaked up the feeling of the sun. It was my first day spending time outside in weeks and I didn't realize how much I missed the little things, like the smell of the air, the wind in my hair, or little bugs crawling and hopping through the grass. I stayed out there, sipping on blood, until it started to get darker outside. I made my way in and smiled at the people setting up for the night. Some were lighting candles around the house and dimming the lights while others set up a bar area, stocking it with alcohol and blood. I rushed up the stairs, towards the room I had woke up in. I looked inside the armoire for something to wear to the party.

Excitement ran through my body at what the night may bring. I had maintained a buzz all day, but tonight I was going to be totally uninhibited and completely fucked up. Who knows what I would get up to, within Valerie's rules of course. I didn't want to be kept locked up anymore. I just wanted to drown myself in euphoria and that would require some level of self-control. I changed into some leather pants and a deep red halter top. I had to admit, red was starting to become my favorite color. I put the black boots back on and giggled as music began to reverberate across the house. It was loud enough to rattle my bones, even from upstairs. I danced into the bathroom to check over myself. My hair and make-up still looked fine from the morning. I made my way out of the room and down the staircase.

The crowd was bigger than it was this morning. I strutted over to the bar and leaned on it while waiting for the bartender to give me attention. I scanned the room, noting a few different women I would be interested in getting to drink from. I couldn't help but notice Valerie across the room, sitting on a love seat. She was sandwiched between a man and a woman, both eye fucking her and begging for her to acknowledge them. She looked at me suddenly, like she could physically feel the weight of my stare. Her eyes cut through me, her glare dark and cold like the deepest, blackest pits of the ocean. I smirked, not able to conceal the pleasant feeling it brought me to upset her.

Sure, I had accepted my fate as a monstrous vampire who couldn't go back to my family, but I had been happy with my life and Valerie was responsible for taking that from me. But I suppose part of me should be grateful to her, for giving me a fucking dope place like this to stay. And anyway, it's not like this situation was entirely her fault. From our chat this morning, my kidnapping was more of her family's plan than hers. Someone bumped into me, effectively breaking up my thoughts. I whipped my head around, ready to bump them back, only to meet the same light brown eyes I had encountered this morning at the breakfast table.

"Roman," he said, swooping his head down to lightly kiss my cheek. I raised an eyebrow at his boldness. "Valerie's brother," I stated more than asked. He chuckled and held up two fingers to the bartender while responding to me, "Twin, actually. Pleasure to finally meet you." My annoyance at the bartender for ignoring me but tending to Roman eased up as he placed a pint of blood in front of me. "Cheers," I raised my glass and clinked it with Roman's before gulping it down. I twirled my finger at the bartender to signal another round. "You should savor it," Roman said. "The party is just getting started," he added. Another glass was sat in front of me. "Your sister gave me the impression that my time here could be fleeting. I wouldn't want to waste it being sober." I took a big swig from the glass and let my eyes wonder around the room some more. Roman moved closer to me and I could feel his breath on my ear as he talked, "Then by all means, indulge yourself. I look forward to telling your brother all about your escapades."

I stilled at the mention of my brother. A word that gave life to a name of someone who didn't belong in my world anymore. Someone who would feel shame if they saw what I had become. Disgust at what I craved. Fear at what I might do if not controlled. I brought my glass up to my lips and downed the rest of my drink. There was no room for thoughts about the past in this place. Roman was playing a game with me that he wouldn't win. I didn't care about my past life or those people anymore because things were different. I was different.

I waited for my glass to be filled once again before stalking off to a new area of the house. Away from Roman's words and Valerie's eyes. I found myself on the designated dance floor, letting the music guide my movements in a crowd full of strangers. I allowed myself to get pushed in every direction, swaying my body to the beat but careful not to spill my drink. I ended up behind a woman with copper, red hair. She took no time in grinding her ass into me and I grabbed onto her hip with my free hand, making sure she wouldn't dance away. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine for less than a second before our lips crashed together. It was difficult to make out and dance at the same time, so I pulled her away from the crowd and gently pushed her back onto a wall. She bit her lip and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me back into her.

Her lips moved hungrily down to my neck, and I took the opportunity to drink some more. I hissed as I felt a small pain in my neck and took a half step back. The woman raised her eyebrows in question, and I tilted my head at the blood running down her lips. With renewed lust I slammed my body back onto hers and our tongues fought for dominance as her hands wound into my hair. A vampire just fucking drank from me, and it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened. How had I never thought to try that? She broke up our kiss by pulling my head down to her neck and I gave her what she wanted, letting my teeth sink into her skin. If human blood was euphoric, then vampire blood is absolute perfection. My whole body tingled, from my head to my toes. I had never felt more alive, and I was ready to fuck this girl into oblivion.

She shoved me away and for a second, I thought I had gone too far, but she quickly grabbed my hand and we all but flew up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. My clothes were shredded from my body, and I took no mercy on hers. I didn't have time to process anything before my body was slammed into the mattress and I heard the bed frame under me groan in response. She climbed on top of me, sucking and nibbling on my body like a feral animal. I rolled us over, loving the power running through my body. My hand wrapped onto her neck, keeping her still as my tongue raked over each of her nipples one at a time. She squirmed under me and something in the back of my head urged me to reign myself in, to remember Valerie's rules.

I raised up, easing my hold on her neck as I looked at her, silently asking for permission to keep going. Her hand went on top of mine, squeezing my hand back onto her throat. Her eyes were glued to my lips and the lower half of her body bucked up into mine. My tongue slipped back into her mouth, and she moaned when my free hand rubbed circles on her clit. I moved my hand away from her neck, letting my lips trail down to the wound I had created earlier. I drank from her as one of my fingers slipped inside of her and started moving in and out. Her fingernails clawed at my back and her moans became louder. I lifted off her neck, gasping for breath. I was close to an orgasm just from the experience alone.

She sat up, staying under me but giving herself better access to my body. My legs were straddling her, and my finger continued pumping in and out. I added a second finger, and she grunted in approval while her mouth attached to my neck. I moaned and pushed her face more into my neck, loving the feeling of her drinking from me. Her finger slamming inside of me sent me over the edge and I climaxed just as she did.

I climbed off her and collapsed onto the bed, laying on my back. She did the same and we laid there for several minutes, the only sounds in the room our labored breathing and the music pounding from downstairs. I felt the bed shift as she turned to face me, her arm draping over me as she scooted closer to my body. I recoiled from her touch; quicker than even I could comprehend. She called out, saying something to me as I left the bed, but I couldn't make out what she, not that I cared to know. I rushed out of the room and found my own. I threw on some new clothes and made my way back downstairs. Dark brown eyes followed me from the bar and to the dance floor until they could no longer see me. And I continued to drink and dance until I no longer cared whether they were watching or not.