From The Shadows...

April the 9th 2004 The club stood a long way back from the street. Hardly noticeable unless you knew exactly where you were going, it's sign not lit and its windows showing no life. Instead, it looked like an old deserted warehouse. Like a piece of some long forgotten waterfront industry, where ships were loaded with goods bound for ports unknown and people only ventured near when they had business with the wharfs. The prostitutes in the old days, used to troll for customers along these piers, searching for desperate sailors or lonely captains, wanting nothing more than a hot meal and a soft bed. They knew the rigors of the night air, chilled from its trip over the water. They knew what kind of exotic illnesses the sailors could carry. Still they trolled the docks at night, their shawls wrapped tightly around them to ward off the cold. I approached the door to the club, the handwritten invitation in my gloved hand. The owner was a friend of mine and I was eager to experience a bit of the club everyone in our circles raved about. I stepped to the door and rapped as I'd been told to do. I felt like some bizarre Mata Hari figure in my black near-full length black coat and fedora. It helped me to ward off the same chilling wind that cut through the shawls of the walkers of the night. The person who let me in wore a cloak with deep hood so I couldn't tell if they were a male or female, but if I knew my friend at all, they would be interesting. My friend "collected" people, like some folks collect stamps. Exotic, from all corners of the globe, he studied, admired and collected the unique, bizarre and memorable I couldn't wait to see his latest addition as well as this club of his. I'd not been to the city until today since he'd bought the place a few years ago. I was pleased to finally see it. I felt the thump of the base in the dance music and was delighted to turn the corner along the dark hallway, come upon two massive oak doors, have them swing wide and be confronted with a large dance floor and couples gyrating in every possible way. I watched the dancers swaying to the music, fascinated by their energy and exuberance. All of them were beautiful, svelte and the very epitome of European high chic. My friends hung with the beautiful underground. I was escorted to his office near the back of the club and heard a deep voice order me to enter. I pushed the door open and stepped in to the dimly lit room. His velvet soft deep voice pulled me further into the room as he greeted me warmly. I waited, knowing some spectacular entrance would follow. I wasn't wrong. He glided across the floor to me, framed in a glow of reddish light. I gasped as his silver eyes met mine and grinned as he licked his lips and moved his tongue across his fangs. Ah, so this was his new look. I loved it and I didn't hesitate to tell him so. He raised his first finger in a gesture of "just wait" and went to the door of his office, and whispered something to his attendant outside. The black Georgian suit looked fabulous on him and I had to compliment him on his choice of latest looks. He poured us both an absinthe and we chatted like the old friends we were as he waited for the attendant to carry out his orders. Finally I heard a soft knocking on the office door. I wondered what he'd arranged and I admit to serious curiosity. He called to enter and the attendant came in, holding the slender arm of a young woman. She looked to be about twenty two and most definitely of the mind that she'd been summoned to the chamber of the king. I had to laugh, because I knew precisely what he intended to do, so I crossed my legs and sat back in the full wing chair by the fire, for the show. He walked up to the woman, tilting her head up with his hand under her chin, looking straight into her eyes. He knew damn well I watched intently, the vampire always having been one of my favourite creature. He glanced over at me and smiled. He returned his attentions to her and bent to kiss her cheek. He did so and then drew his long moist tongue along her jaw line. She shivered and tilted her head back further. He pushed against her and grabbed both her thin wrists in his one hand, behind her back. Her body stretched out and back across his arm. I, too, shivered in anticipation of viewing this fantasy play out. He licked down her neck, the point of his tongue stopping to feel the pulse at her throat. Further down her chest he traveled until his lips came to a stop at her breast. He hesitated, looking down at her, opened his mouth and sunk his very real and very sharp fangs into her flesh. She looked shocked, like she couldn't believe it and then realization sunk in. She went to let out a scream and he covered her mouth with his free hand. She struggled very little. Her energy seemed drained and he went at her again. He didn't drink from the wound on her breast. Yes, he loved the taste, but that wasn't his purpose tonight. He wanted to see her beg him for more pain. He barred his ferociously sharp fangs and sunk them again into the skin surrounding her nipple. She bit her own lip in an effort to keep from screaming out, but that didn't stop her from growing weak, while he held her up. Her knees grew soft and she wavered where she stood. She moaned softly as the blood ran slowly down her breast. Her eyes fluttered and grew glazed as her legs parted. He picked her up and took her to the sofa, laying her down on it. I watched intently as he undid the buttons of her jeans and pulled them down and off. She wore nothing under them and he nudged her legs open. She happily complied, opening them so that I had a full on view of her slit from where I sat. She seemed to be under some kind of spell. Who was I to argue that vampires didn't really have that ability. I laughed softly and leaned forward to watch him. He glanced at me, smiled evilly and leaned forward, tickling her clit with his tongue. She moaned again, arching her back and pushing at his mouth. He worked her well and she nearly begged him to take her. He laughed, leaned over again and sunk the sharp fangs into her the large, swollen outer lip of her vagina. She screamed and clamped her mouth shut very quickly, trying also to close her legs. His strong grip kept her from doing so. He undid his fly and let his large cock out. Flipping her over and pulling her up so that her ass was stuck in the air, he pushed his organ into her, immediately beginning to fuck her hard. She responded with every bit of energy she had and bucked wildly. He continued to pound into her until his cock was ready to explode and he shoved hard one last time as his teeth again sunk into the soft flesh of her shoulder. She screamed out again, bucked back hard into him, driving his cock deeper, and exploded into her own orgasm. A little while later, as we were having drinks from the wing chairs by the fire, we watched as she awoke, naked from the waist down, on the carpet. Her neck was bitten, her breast and her shoulder. She looked beat up by a prize-fighter. Yet she had this look about her that if offered the choice, she would do it all again in a heartbeat. She asked if she could see him again and he just smiled.