The Vampiress Attacks Again

Tell me what you think! Should I make a book? Or should I keep it short??? I'm torn!

-LMS-

"Hey." the boy greets me.

"Hello. May I be of assistance?" I may still speak in my nineteenth century way of communication, but my voice has not aged. I still speak in my seductive tone.

"I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?"

"Thank you. I was about to finish my night off wonderfully by myself before making my way to my abiding bed, but I believe I could enjoy your presence."

"Wicked." He grins at me. Silly mortal. He believes he will achieve sexual pleasure and live through it.

"Would you care to skip the alcoholic beverages and come back to my home with me?" I whisper.

"Totally!" I grab him by the arm and walk out to my limousine. "You're the chick that always drives this awesome limo!"

"I suppose I am." I have a reputation. I believe this will be the last mortal from this city to ever see my lips. We enter the limousine and he starts running his hand up my thigh. "Ah. Ah. Ah. First, you must have some wine." His bottom lip quivers and he's under my spell.

"Yes, my Vampiress."

"You will address me Vampiress. Nothing else will withold." I command.

"Yes Vampiress."

"Good. Have some wine." I pour a vial filled with my own, personal wine.

He eagerly brings it to his lips and swallows. The mortal's eyes become grey and I know he's the one I have been searching for. "You will do wonders." I whisper gingerly into his ear.

"Yes Vampiress. I live only to please you." Breathtaking. I have never in my 100 years heard that.

"Wonderful." I bring his face to mine and breath in his scent. "I must bring you back to me Matthew." My lips quiver. I meet his mouth with mine and our bodies mesh as one.

"Vampiress." He moans.

"Yes my love?"

"Take me. For all that I am. Take me." I know now this is Matthew. He has reincarnated as my new soul mate. Once I complete the transformation, we shall be together.

"I will, just pause a few moments." I feel the limousine come to a smooth stop and drag myself out of the car before I must wait another 21 years for my Matthew to come back to me.

"Vampiress? Where must we go?"

"We must travel to my humble room first. Then we can begin the transformation." I must be careful. I do not want him to know about my plans just yet.

"Yes Vampiress."

We climb the stairs one by one until we reach my bedroom. "We have reached our destination." I breath.

"Yes Vampiress." I open the door and enter. The boy follows.

"Undress yourself. Reveal yourself to me. Show me who you really are." I command.

"Yes, Vampiress." he says as he begins to peel back his shirt. I watch as he bares his entire body to me. I slowly, deliberately, unzip the back of my dress. I have telepathic powers, so he doesn't notice the movement until my dress falls to my feet.

"Vampiress. You are so beautiful." I know he is Matthew. No other boy has ever had this vocabulary. They have all been limited to, 'Yes Vampiress,' 'Oh! Vampiress,' or simply, 'Vampiress!'