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Obsession and Lust

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I couldn't tell you how it happened, how I began to want this girl, this timid and shy creature. She was certainly different compared to all the women I have been with over the past few centuries. Where all of the women I was used to were either manipulative or aggressive, I could tell that she wasn't.

She was practically an innocent in a world where it was rare. It showed in the way she was. She was shy and timid, always surrounded by books, classics by the looks of it.

Where most girls were listening to pop and hip hop, I could tell that she listened to classics, like Beethoven and Mozart. When I bumped into her one time, she stuttered badly, and blushed a beautiful red.

It wasn't a bad thing that she was something to look at either. Pale white blonde hair that fell to her waist, rosy skin that was just a shade tanner than my own, and yet didn't look horrible, and beautiful green-blue eyes. Her face was round, perfectly symetrical, her eyes with a permanent surprised look to them that portrayed her innocence.

She was a small girl, about a foot and a half smaller than my six feet, the top of her head barely coming to my shoulders. She was also thin, not anorexic thin, but the thin that many women would kill to be.

She had natural breasts, about a C cup size from what I could tell, and looking at her shapely ass was something that I and a lot of other guys had enjoyed doing when she walked by. Her frame was one that was perfect for baring children, with her hips a bit wider than the rest of her, but not unatractively so.

After I had bumped into her the first time - which was the fourth time I had seen her, and she still entranced me - I began following her around. I found out that she was still school, a senior to be exact, and that she was the youngest in the class, fifteen instead of seventeen/eighteen. I found out that he birthday was in October, the 31st and that she loved dressing up for Halloween.

I also found out some of the more lonely secrets of hers. She was an orphan, living in an old apartment building on the top floor. She had no friend due to her strange ways, and everyone avoided her, with the exception of the males. And even then, it was obvious why they were around her, as they made no attempt to hide their sexual wants from her.

I followed her for weeks - or was it months - as I found out that her schedule was almost the same every day, with small changes here and there. By the time I realized that I wanted her as my own, her birthday was really close, three days away, if I remembered correctly.

I spent those three days planning how I would get her. I spent time around her apartment, trying to see how to get in. I found that it was easy to climb down from the onto her balcony.

Being a vampire, I found it easy to break into her aparment one day when she wasn't there, using the window in her living room. Compared to the rest of the building, I could tell that she valued how it looked, everything was neat and organized.

I went through several of her things, stole some of her clothing - the reall sexy stuff that looked like something that she would wear for halloween, though - from what I remember - she decided to change her costume at the last second.

I could remember when she went out that day, and I followed her into a Hot Topic store, where she got a lot of things that I had never seen her wear, like mini skirts, form fitting t-shirts, and a lot of cleavage baring shirts. She also got a few dresses, some long gothic looking skirts, and old-fashioned looking shirts.

When she went to pay for them, the cashier asked her what it was all for, and her answer had been Halloween. However, as she had pasted the costume shop, she had found a dark blue fairy outfit that went well with the old jewelry and tiara she owned.

I continued to watch after I had perfected my plan. Soon, her birthday hit, and I watched as she went out to the cemetary, where the old caretaker, who was always nice to her, allowed her to spend her Halloween with her parents. I watched as she spent three hours there, until it was close to midnight.

She got up, and went home after thanking the caretaker for allowing her to speak to her parents. I followed her all the way home, where she immediately changed out of he costume, took a shower to get rid of her make-up, and pulled on a long sleeved shirt that went all the way to an inch above her knees. She threw on a pair of cotton underwear underneath.

After she got into her bed, and turned off the light, I snuck in. I moved silently and quickly, my speed coming into use as I made it so she couldn't escape. I didn't worry about anyone hearing her; there weren't many tenents that lived in this building, and they were all older people with horrible hearing. The building on either side would be no help, as they had teenagers playing loud, hard music that would mask any sound.

Finally, I turned on the light. The desired effects were instantaneous. She shot out of the bed, pulling the comforter to her chin as she pressed her back to the headboard. Her eyes swept the room until they landed on my still figure standing in front of her door and next to the light switch.

Eyes widening even more as they took me in, her lips trembled as she spoke.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” she asked. “You shouldn't be here. Get out!”

Here voice got shriller with each word until it was almost a sqeak. I sighed before noticing her look at the phone. I almost cursed as I realized that I had forgotten to deal with the phone in my haste to have her. I was quicker than her, grabbing the phone out of her reach as I ripped it out of the wall.

Of course, she used my distraction at making sure that I had totally made her phone useless to run towards the door. However, I was quicker than her, grabbing her arm and flinging her to the wall, were I pinned her wrists near her ears. She was scared, I could smell it in her scent. I frowned slightly, I didn't really want that, no matter how much my inner vampire revealed in it.

“Shh, it's okay, I won't hurt you,” I whispered against her ear before giving it a little lick. What I didn't tell her was that I would hurt her if I had to, not wanting to scare her. To show her that I meant it, I let go of her wrists, immediately putting my hands on her waist as I trailed kisses up and down her neck. She immediately tried to push me away, letting me know that she didn't trust me. I knew that I would need to weaken her if I was to have her.

I wrapped one arm around her waist as I pulled her closer to me, locking her arms to her side as I did so. The other hand went up to the back of her neck, gently grabbing and pulling on the hair until it was bared to me. I took a second to look at he face - the wide, watery eyes filled with terror, the tear-stained pale cheeks, and the light pink lips parted as adredaline, fear, and terror caused her to breathe heavily - before lowering my face to her neck.

I gently placed a kiss there before I opened my mouth, and began sucking on the skin, causing the blood to pool right there. I continued to suck, ignoring the pained whimper that left her mouth before I bit down, hard enough for my fangs to pierce her skin. I was quick in moving the hand the held her head back to cover her mouth, stopping the scream that she had almost let out as I drank.

Her blood was delicious and pure, just like her body was. I couldn't help but to take my time in drinking, slowly sipping it out of the wound as I let the taste of it fill my mouth before I would swallow. Repeating the movement several times.

Her body was now moving in panicked movements that were slowing down with each pull of her blood. Soon, I stopped, knowing that she was weaker now than before as the paralyzing venom of my saliva caused her body to become semi paralyzed. She would still be able to move and talk, but not much, and her voice wouldn't reach any high than a whisper.

I picked her up bridal style, knowing that she would be unable to move for a while, and laid her down before crawling over her so that I laid on the other side of her. I was quick in stripping off her shirt and panties, leaving her bare to my sight. Once I had her clothes off, I took off my own, placing them into a pile on the floor.

I crawled onto her, forcing her to open her thighs so that I could fit comfortably between them. I held myself up on my hands as I looked at her from underneath me. I waited until she was concious of where she was. I saw her head turned side to side as he eyes looked unfocused until she blinked them slowly before looking at me.

Confusion was on her face for a second before she seemed to remember what had happened and the position we were in. She opened her mouth to say something, but I was quicker, covering her mouth with my own. Like before, I ignored her whimper - this time one of panic - as I kissed her, sweeping my tongue around in her mouth.

I broke off the kiss when I felt that she need to breathe. I began laying kisses down her chin and neck to her shoulder, where I lapped up the drying blood from the wound I made on her. My hands began busying themselves by touching her body, tracing her curves, and palming her breast.

I squeezed them, not to hard, but enough to make her catch her breath in pain. My lips trailed down her body towards them.

“Stop,” she breathed, having a hard time speaking due to the sedative-like venom that had been released into her via bite mark. I ignored her in favor of sucking on her nipples until they were standing in stiff peaks.

It doesn't take me long to get bored of her breasts and moved further down until my face was at the apex of her thighs. I began licking her, my tounge moving within her, causing her to become aroused as I pleasured her. Moans fell from her mouth as her body began to wiggle on the bed, her hands scrunching the sheets up as she came closer and closer to her climax.

It doesn't take her long to release once my hands come to play, replacing my tongue in her as my fingers thrust in and out of her, being careful not to damage her barrier in any way. I want to feel it break as I breach her.

I slide back up her body as she tried to gain control of her body from her orgasm. I noticed tears on her face, from her first orgasm. I smirked a bit before kissing her roughly; I could feel the skin begin to bruise under my lips from the pressure I exerted.

I was hard by then - not that I wasn't hard before. But I was harder then I had ever been in my life. My penis was hard enough the it hurt me to having it softly touch something. I couldn't wait any longer.

I positioned myself before I slowly thrusted forward, feeling her objecting muscles surrender as I pushed past them. I continued to push until I felt her barrier, where I paused. I wasn't sure what I should do; thrust in and break it fast with the least amount of pain, or go slow and feel it push before breaking, causing her a lot of pain?

Unfortunately for her, my inner vampire was almost in total control at this point. While I was still in control, I felt like listening to it as it told me what I should do. It was like a little devil on my shoulder, telling me to cause her the same amount of pain she had caused me, though unknowingly, for this was not the fist time I had wanted to take her. All the other times had ended with me sporting a hard on that had been so painful that I could barely move.

I began to slowly push in, pleasure filling me as I felt the barrier slowly bend the further I went it. I covered her mouth with a free hand, using the other to hold her wrist above her head as I did so, knowing that she was going to scream out in pain, as my vemon was wearing off; I coud tell my the fact that she was moving more than before.

Her scream, though muffled by my hand, was still rather loud. It went a pitch louder when the barrier finally broke. A sharp scent of fresh blood entered the air as I finished entering her.

I wasted no time before I began to pump in her, hardly sparing any of my strength as I did so. I made her look at me, sqeezing her wrist almost to breaking point as I did so, letting her know that I was serious. She opened her eyes, taking my warning very seriously.

I wasn't gentle with her; I fucked her like she was a paid whore instead of the virgin that she was. I wanted this to be on her mind forever. While I had no intention of letting her go, I knew that there was a chance that she could escape, so I wanted her to always remember our first time together. I would persuade her from being with other men.

Of course, I could see in her eyes that she had no hope of over escaping me. I could practically see her soul dim, though it didn't die. I didn't want it to, either.

Soon, I felt my climax coming. I couldn't help thrusting harder now, my pelvic repeatingly hitting hers from how far I entered her; I was surprised that it didn't break under the pressure. Suddenly, I stilled, a growl spilling from my lips as I spilled my dead seed into her before I collasped onto her. Breathing hard, I lifted myself so I was above her, and kissed her.

I ignored her silent crying.

Pulling out of her, I sat up, pulling her onto my lap as I gently stroked the side of her breast as she shook in my arms. I knew that I wouldn't ever let her go.

I turned her in my lap, making her face me as I whispered one word before I tilted her head to the side, and bit into her again. This time, I drank deeply, pulling out more and more of her blood as I held her body close to me. I started to feel and hear her heartbeat slow down, telling me that it was time to stop if I wanted to keep her.

I pulled my mouth away from the wound I had created. Her breath was raspy, as she was having trouble drawing it into her lungs. I had drank enough that the only way she would be able to live would be if she drank of my blood, and became mind for all eternity. I made a deep cut on my wrist, the blood dripping from the open skin as I placed the wound direction over her mouth, forcing it open as my blood dripped into her mouth, and down her throat.

I felt her teeth sink into my skin as she tried to close her mouth. It didn't hurt; in truth, I was glad that she had done so, for it only caused more blood to pour into her mouth. I could see as she realized this fact, for she pulled her teeth out of my flesh as she realized her mistake. Unfortunately for her, it was to late. I could feel the weakening effects of losing a lot of blood.

I removed my arm from her mouth, covering it with my hand to keep her from spitting out what was still in her mouth, though it was not much. Once I was sure that she had swallowed every last drop of my blood, I removed my hand, watching as she fell into a deep sleep. I laid down next to her, knowing that - though I would have to leave when the sun came up, and leave her here - she would be mine.

There was no denying that.