Fan Fiction ❯ Thrill ❯ Chapter 1

"Thrill"

Hunting was all a game to me, a thrill. Then again, being a vampire was a thrill in itself for me. How I loved to stalk my prey, make them fall under my spell before feeding upon their sweet, warm blood. Every night it was the same; find a victim, seduce, then feed. After three hundred years, it was beginning to bore me a bit. When I told my dear friend Adrian about my boredom, he suggested that I get a pet. `"Turning a human into a fledgling vampire is a joy,"' he once told me. "You ought to try it." In all my years of existence, I had never once turned a human into a vampire. I thought `pets' were rather annoying creatures that waited on you hand and foot and that you had your way with occasionally. Perhaps my perception of pets was wrong. Perhaps Adrian was right; I did need a pet to play with in my spare time. And so my thrill trip began yet again…

***

The sliver moon hung high in the velvety sky as Adrian, Chris, Troy, and I walked the dark streets of mid-town Manhattan toward a well-known nightspot called `Fear'. It was a club that was frequented by both humans and vampires…hunters and prey living in harmony. By the time we arrived, the club was already packed but we were able to get in. After all Estella, the owner of the club, and I once had a fiery fling that lasted a couple months. Apparently, it must have rocked her world for I never had trouble getting in after our affair was over. Techno music blasted from the speakers and multi-colored lights flashed in time with the beat as we made our way through the crowd over to the bar. Adrian was almost immediately flocked by several of his `pets', which wasn't hard to see considering his fair good looks made all the ladies swoon. Chris and Troy got their drinks and headed off to their usual booth where two lovely blondes sat waiting for them. I was the only one who was alone. I ordered my usual vodka on the rocks then sat back and scanned the crowd, searching for a new playmate. It had nearly been a week since I last fed on human blood and I was famished. I hadn't been at the Fear too long when I spotted her….a ravishing redhead with lots of voluptuous curves. She wore a form-fitted black and red corset top with black velvet pants and boots. `Ravishing indeed', I thought as I downed the last of my drink and got up; it was time to meet my latest lovely.

She was standing alone in the corner by the time I got to spot where I had first seen her. Her curls fell below her waist in a thick river of red…I was in love. She didn't notice me until I whispered hello in her ear. She jumped back in surprise and her large brown eyes betrayed a look of fear when she looked at me. I then took her hand and softly kissed the back of it. `Skin soft as silk,' I thought as I rubbed her hand against my cheek. "May I have the honor of asking your name, my dear lovely," I said to her as I kissed her hand once again.

"My name is Sharon," she whispered.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sharon. You are far more beautiful than the rose that bears your name."

Sharon blushed deeply at my remark; however, it was all true. I fingered one of her silken ringlets, causing her to smile at me. Such a beautiful smile on such a beautiful woman; if everything when according to plan, she would either be my latest victim or first pet. "She would make a very nice pet for you Michael," Adrian said to me through our telepathic link. "Such beautiful hair, a very stunning figure; I say you should go for it."

"Will do, Adrian, your point is taken and noted. Now stop interrupting my thoughts I just about have her in my grasp." I heard him laugh before he left my thoughts. I still ask myself from time to time what was I thinking when I got involved with him. He was the one who made me all those years ago in the back alleys of London. We own the nights seducing men and women alike, going to lavish balls of nobles, and of course feeding.

"Michael," Sharon said to me, a look of worry playing across her luminous eyes. "Am I boring you?"

"Of course not, my dear Sharon," I replied as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Her flesh was so warm, so tempting that I could have drained her of her life's blood in an instant. However, I had to pace myself for timing was everything and now was not the time.

***

I kept my arm protectively around Sharon as we walked the semi-deserted streets of Upper Manhattan. She was an eager little thing to say the least, ready to answer any question I posed to her. Such a darling, Adrian was right; she would make a good pet. "Michael, where are we going?" she suddenly asked.

"It's a surprise." I smiled at her, flashing a hint of fang when I did. Reluctantly, she followed me as I led her to my home that was located in an upscale neighborhood. When we arrived at the front door, Sharon wrapped her arms around my waist as I unlocked the front door, her warmth pressed against my back. If only the poor dear knew what kind of situation she was getting herself into. We stumbled inside and while she looked around the luxuriously decorated living room, I made a flimsy excuse and went to bolt all the doors. There was no chance of her escaping my death like embrace unless the living God provided her with an escape. When I returned to the living room, Sharon was sitting on the sofa with her knees drawn to her abundant chest; her boots lay on the floor underneath the coffee table. Little did she know that I was about to turn her world upside down. I removed the black leather coat I was wearing then sat down beside her. She snuggled up against me and rested her head against my shoulder. I almost felt a pang of regret for what I was about to do. "So, is this the surprise?"

I smiled gently. "Not yet, my lovely, not yet." I brushed a stray curl from her forehead before shifting and pulling her into my arms. I then brushed my lips against the soft skin of her forehead, kissing my way down her cheek to her neck. The scent of her warm blood almost overwhelmed me, making me dizzy with desire. I could hear the blood coursing through her veins. Oh how sweet the sound! I kissed her neck tenderly careful not to nip her fair skin. Sharon sighed softly and slowly began to relax in my embrace as I continued lavishing kisses upon her tender neck. Her fingers played with the buttons of my shirt and of course as a gentleman, I honored her wishes by removing my shirt.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered softly, sliding her hand over the muscles of my chest and abdomen. Thankfully, I remembered to leave the stereo playing when I left earlier that evening for the soft New Age sound set the mood perfectly. She then straddled my hips, her body pressed seductively against mine. Holding my face between her hands, Sharon leaned forward and placed a velvety kiss upon my lips. My hands roamed freely over her body, sliding up and down her back before I squeezed her round bottom in my hands. Her subtle movements awakened the seat of my desire to the point that I was ready to lose control; however, timing was everything. She then reached up behind her and began to unlace her corset. Once it was lose enough, she slid one strap down over her shoulder followed by the other. I leaned forward and kissed her pale shoulders, the scent of her blood was ecstasy. Sharon dug her nails deeply into my neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from me.

I licked the side of her neck as I inhaled the scent of her warm blood; my bloodlust was at full attention. I cupped her breasts in my hands and softly massaged them as I sucked on the side of her neck. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning with approval at my touch. Laying her down upon the couch, I straddled her hips and removed the corset. Cupping her creamy mounds in my hands, I gently rubbed and pinched her nipples into tight peaks before leaning down and teasing them with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Sharon tangled her fingers in my hair as I captured her mouth once again with my own. The time had now come to claim my prize….

Cradling the back of her head with my hand, I lowered my lips to her neck. Baring my fangs, I sunk my fangs into her soft flesh. Her sweet blood rushed into my mouth as I drank greedily of her life's essence. Sharon cried out and tried to fight me but soon stopped as her heartbeat slowed. I knew I had to be careful not to drain her of all her blood for I did not want her to die. The blood flow soon slowed as her heartbeat became almost non-existent. I drank the last of her crimson before pulling away. Her eyes were closed as though she was sleeping but I knew that my feeding had brought her to the threshold of death. Puncturing my wrist with my fang, I held my bleeding wrist to her lips and the blood tickled into her mouth. She coughed violently for several moments before opening her eyes.

"Why?" she weakly whispered.

"Because," I whispered in return, "I want you." I held my still bleeding wrist to her lips once again. "Drink from me that you may regain your strength."

She hesitated for a moment before pressing her lips against my wound and drinking. She ran her tongue along my wrist after swallowing the last drop of blood from my self-inflicted wound. Crimson was smeared over her lips, which prompted me to kiss her yet again. I cleaned the blood away from her mouth as she held me tightly against her semi-nude form. "Please," she moaned, "allow me to clean the lips of the one who made me."

I smiled sweetly at my sweet Sharon. I dipped my head close to hers as her tongue snaked out and licked away the dried blood from my mouth. Our lips soon met in another passionate kiss…she was now mine. I could hear her heartbeat echoing in my ears, feel her thoughts and desires, and see her dreams. `Master,' her thoughts said to me. `I am prepared to serve the one who so lovingly made me.'

I stroked her red curls as I gazed deeply into her soulful brown eyes. "Is there anything my pet wishes from her master?"

"Yes, just one thing."

"And what is that, my beautiful one?"

"That you love me as you have never loved another before. Take me and make me yours over and over again."

My lips curled into a smirk of satisfaction. She was now under my complete control. I pulled down her pants and underwear, casting them on the floor beside her corset. I then removed what was left of my own clothing and pulled her upon me. I lavished kiss after kiss upon her flawless flesh and sucked the nipples of her breasts. The sounds of her groaning and moaning in pleasure were delicious. In return, she poured kisses and caresses all over my body. How sweet lust and passion can be! Adrian was right; having a pet was indeed fun. The thrill of creating something for my pleasure and enjoyment was a thrill. The joy of the moment was making Sharon cry out as I entered the warmth and tightness of her womanhood. She was now my pet, my lover, my servant, my thrill.