Archive-name: Fantasy/vamphist.txt
Archive-author: Mike Kraizman
Archive-title: History of a Vampire


NOTICE: The story below is purely fictional. It deals with violence and 
blood. If you are squeamish hit 'n' now, otherwise read on. This is the 
continuation of my Vampire series. I am sorry that the first one was 
cut somewhat short. Here are the first two chapters. I will be posting
the others as I get around to it. Let me know how you liked it.

 
                        History of a Vampire
 
Chapter 1: The Awakening.
 
        I awoke to chaos. The sweet source of blood, rent cruelly from 
my hungry lips. As I opened my eyes, the air was filled with the screams 
of the coven members and sounds of gun fire. Above me I saw a man. His 
face was contorted in hate, a wooden stake poised over my heart, ready 
to spill that ruby liquid that had just recently filled my soul with 
ecstasy. I moved and the man found the stake in his own heart, gasping 
away his last breath. I looked around and saw that most of my friends 
and care takers dead or dying, the other coffins already being set to 
the torch. I fled, I say this with heavy shame, for that was my only 
thought at the time. Perhaps one of the others would have stayed and 
fought to the end, but the fear was too much for me. I ran into the 
surrounding woods like the devil was on my heels. I ran until I could 
hear neither the screams of the others nor smell the rancid odor of 
burning flesh.
 
        I stopped to gather my breath and take in my surroundings.  It 
has been a year since the last festival of Samhein and I had not walked 
the earth since the last feeding.  The grove was no longer safe, as the 
ceremony's interruption had shown. The tombs, there I would find shelter 
and make my plans. But to avoid going into another stupor, I had to 
feed. I was emaciated, almost a walking skeleton covered with leathery 
skin and stringy black hair. I turned back towards the grove, the hunger 
a gnawing animal deep within my gut. With the chaos that was going on at 
the grove, no one would notice if one or two more dead bodies showed up.
 
        My first victim was one of the escaping worshippers. I killed 
him quickly, without any pleasure, his throat torn out in one blow of my 
hands. His blood was my only interest and I drained him quickly, the 
rich fluid flooding my starving tissues. A soldier interrupted my 
feeding and was the second one to fall. I snapped his neck and dragged 
him and the other body into the bushes so that I could continue my meal 
uninterrupted. By the time I finished with the soldier, I was looking 
and feeling much better. My time sense told me that it was only an hour 
until dawn and that I had better hurry to my planned shelter if I wanted 
to avoid the searing light of the sun and all the unpleasantness that 
comes with it. Since the soldier was closer to my size, I stripped him 
of his clothes and left the two pale corpses lying in the bushes, limbs 
entwined in an obscene embrace.
 
        It was still dark when I found one of the other search parties. 
They were making their way towards the river and I joined their ranks, 
slipping into their unwary midst like an old friend. In the darkness, I 
joked with them and laughed at their coarse humor. How impossible it 
seemed that these simpletons stumbling around in the dark had destroyed 
in one fell swoop my people and my home. I left them half an hour later, 
vanishing silently into the shadows and made my way to the tombs.
 
        They were known to few people, being inside Devil's Mouth, a 
river carved cave which most superstitious people regarded with fear due 
to the howling sounds elicited from the mouth by wind and water.  
Wearily, I climbed into the Devil's Mouth, the stupor settling on my 
mind and body. Down into the cool, embracing darkness I descended until 
at last there was no light. I stood before the pillars of my sanctuary, 
the stupor making me think of the days before. There I collapsed as 
outside, the suns first rays lit up the sky in golden streams.
 
         My next awakening was to the sound of children's laughter and 
the frantic barking of their dog. My time sense told me that it was 
still light outside, but the strange sounds after the turmoil of last 
night were enough to bring me out of my sleep. Since my hunger was 
somewhat abated by last night's feeding, it was my curiosity that led me 
to creep silently towards the source of the sound.
 
        "Alex, come out of that cave right now," said a female voice 
from outside the cavern mouth, "Come out right now or I'll tell mother 
about it."
 
        "Aw sis, you never let me have any fun," answered a high child's 
voice from the cavern entrance.
 
        He was coming closer. A young child, about eight or nine years 
old with dark hair and a skinny body. He was dressed in peasant clothes, 
obviously one of the local villagers. Perhaps even the son on one of 
those who interrupted the ceremony last night. Anger at the intrusion 
welled up into my chest and I waited, waited for the man-child to come 
into the darkness. Closer he came, soon, he would be in shadow, in my 
world. There, and as his body left the cursed light, I was upon him.  He 
let out a shriek and lost consciousness when I hit him. I heard the 
woman start and enter the cave yelling out the child's name. I grabbed 
her, and dragged her and the child into the darkness below. She was 
praying and screaming out the names of saints to save her, but they 
could no more help her than they could rise from the dead.
 
        I laid the child on one of the tombs and looked for the first 
time at the woman. Looked at her with eyes that only one of my kind 
possesses, I looked into her soul. She froze, standing there and 
trembling like a doe. I move towards her and began unfastening her 
clothes. This would not be hurried like last night, I could afford to 
take my time.  As her dress came off, she let out a moan, her lips 
moving in silent pleading. Please no, her lips spelled out, but did her 
kind have mercy on mine. I continued, assessing her naked body like a 
butcher looking at a piece of meat. She was just out of adolescence, 
about eighteen or nineteen. Like most village girls, she was well 
muscled in the arms and legs with strong shoulders and wide hips. My 
finger traced a line from her collar bone to the tip of her right 
breast, cupping it in the palm of my hand. The areola were large and 
glowed dark red in my vision. Then nipples were erect and I circled them 
with my finger tip. A sigh escaped her lips as I licked the nipple and 
then took the breast into my mouth and sucked. Still sucking on her 
breast, I pushed her down to the ground and lay down next to her. My 
hand stroked her other breast, then moved down to her stomach and then 
to her pubis. I felt the moisture that permeated her pubic hair and 
radiated from her steaming hole. A finger slipped inside and a shudder 
racked her body and I found the center of her pleasure. I kissed her 
lips, savoring in the taste of humanness and slipped my tongue into her 
mouth. Her hips began to rock under my ministrations her breath coming 
faster as I moved my fingers in and out of her body. Then at the moment 
of her orgasm I fed, my teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck, my 
lips fastening onto her skin. She cried out in pleasure as I fed upon 
her body and her mind, feeding the pleasure back to her in a wave of 
ever-building sensation. Her hands ripped at my breeches and pulling 
them down, she rolled herself on top of me and pushed my cock, swollen 
with her blood, into herself. Her arms and legs closed around me and her 
hips bucked, trying to keep the pleasure going.  I heard her heart 
beating harder and harder, trying to keep her blood moving, but it 
couldn't and then finally it slowed, beating feebly. I felt my own 
pleasure building and then, I exploded into her flesh, my essence 
flowing out of me, completing the circle. I let go of her and rolled 
away, my body still shaking from the intensity of my own pleasure.
 
        She was still alive, barely, but I heard her heart beating and 
felt her breathing. I felt energized, elated. I looked at the boy, he 
would be coming around soon and I wondered what to do with him. My 
previous anger was gone, wiped away by the ecstasy of the feeding, and 
now I had time to consider the rashness of my actions. I bent over the 
boy to get a better look, when a large shape flew out of the shadows and 
bowled me over. I cursed myself for forgetting the dog, which must have 
just recently gathered enough courage to follow its masters down into 
the darkness. It stood over the boy's unconscious body, baring it's 
teeth at me and growling. I smiled, baring my own fangs and urged the 
dog on. The heat of combat making the blood boil in my veins.  When the 
dog lunged, I was ready. A quick feint and the dog leaped past me, 
leaving it's bloody tail in my hand.  I savored the pain, feeding on it 
as I had fed before on the woman.  I sent the pain back, doubling it 
over and over again until the dog was reduced to a quivering lump on the 
ground before me, whining in mental agony. I stopped, pity and remorse 
getting the best of me, for the animal was only protecting it's friends. 
It was a lot more than I had done the night before for mine. I tossed 
the bloody stump away, more disgusted with myself than anything else.  
It was my nature to feed on blood and emotions, but I could not let that 
nature overpower me. I was in danger and for now, I had to think and 
plan.
 
        The dog lay there, looking at me with fear. I approached the boy 
again and heard a growl from that direction, but when I looked at it, it 
whimpered and shrunk back. Now what to do with the two of them? I 
couldn't just let them go. They knew where I was and strong as I am, I 
could not fight off twenty or more humans. No, there was only one 
choice, the boy must die and the girl... Well, that was a different 
story. Again I cursed my rash actions for if I killed the girl she would 
rise up. As it is, she might slip over and change anyway. I decided, the 
boy I would return. He had seen very little and the others might think 
that he was attacked by a bear or some such beast.  Yes, as I thought it 
out, a plan came to mind: There would have to be evidence of a struggle. 
The boy and his sister were exploring around Devil's Mouth when they 
were attacked by a bear. The boy was knocked unconscious by the bear and 
his sister was dragged away into the forest.  The dog fought valiantly 
to save her, but in the end was ripped apart, thus providing me with 
blood and gore to cover up the girl's supposed mutilation. I looked at 
the dog and sighed, this was not going to be pleasant.
 
        I made it quick, crushing it's skull before it even knew I 
moved. As it got dark, I carried the boy and the dog's carcass out of 
the cave and into the forest. There I dismembered the dog and made it 
appear as if a large animal had killed it. The boy I place high in the 
branches since the dog's remains would inevitably attract scavengers and 
I didn't want him killed before a search party found him.  I looked 
around to make sure of some of the details, a crushed bush here, some 
claw marks on the boy's tree, scuff marks where a body would seem to 
have been dragged. It was the best I could do in a short time since I 
was in a hurry to get back in the cavern and see to the girl.
 
        She had stopped breathing some time after I had left and when I 
returned, I could see that the change was taking effect. In the 
darkness, her body took on a luminosity high in the ultra violet.  Soon, 
I knew, her new life would begin and she would be starving.  I knew the 
steps of the change well, I had seen it time and time before and knew 
that the hunger would be everything to her in the next few days. Then as 
her body acclimated to the changes, signs of intelligence would 
gradually appear and the animal would be subdued by intelligence. I sat 
there for a while, looking at her glowing body, thinking back to that 
time when I had died.
 
 
Chapter 2: Remembrance
 
        I was born in southern Russia during the reign of Ivan the 
Terrible. My father was a minor noble in the court of the Tzar and my 
mother was a village girl that happened to catch his attention one 
afternoon. After my birth, my mother was set up as a maid in my father's 
estate. We were lucky, many of his other bastards had been 
systematically killed by my father's jealous wife, who was herself 
barren.
 
        Life at home was exciting to say the least. When I was five, my 
father strangled his wife and buried her in the estate orchards. Soon 
after, he wed my mother and declared me his legal heir. My education 
started when I was twelve. My father imported a French tutor for me. I 
was an excellent student, taking to reading and writing like a fish to 
water. At the time I actually thought about joining a monastery to 
pursue a life of scholarship. My father learned of my interest and 
promptly put a stop to it. He was a man of action and no son of his was 
going to be a book worm. Knowledge was fine, but he preferred the 
physical studies. He took it upon himself to teach me. Dismissing the 
tutor, he undertook to teach me riding, fighting and drinking.
 
        It was the last that lead to his death. Like most Russians, he 
was prone to alcoholism and brutality. My mother lived in fear of him 
for often during the winter months he would drink until he could not be 
controlled. It was dangerous to be around him then. Often he would lash 
out at the nearest person, be it my mother, a servant or myself. One 
time, he made the butler dance naked in a snowstorm while whipping him 
with a horse whip. The man died several days after from pneumonia. 
Another time, he beat me until I was unconscious and then when my mother 
interfered, fearing for my life, he made her strip in front of the 
servants and suck his dick while he beat her with a whip. No I cannot 
say I loved my father, but he was the only one I had.
 
        One night, after having drunk himself into a frenzy, he rode out 
on his horse into the night. We found him the next day in the forest. He 
had been crushed and partially eaten. It seems that during the night, he 
was attacked by wolves. His horse had thrown him and then trampled him 
while trying to escape the wolves. I cannot say that I was sad, but from 
that moment on, my life was different. I was sixteen, and by Russian 
law, I was the legal executor of the estate. Thus began my career as a 
lord.
 
        It wasn't much of a career. My father's sister came to live with 
us at about that time and she pretty much took over the management of 
the estate, leaving me free to do as I pleased. Pretty soon, I was well 
known in all of the local bars and whorehouses, having inherited my 
father's liking for alcohol and women. At age twenty one, my life as a 
noble, in fact, my life in general, came to an end.
 
        I had just ridden into town and stopped by the first tavern that 
I saw to grab the first of my drinks that night. I had managed to get as 
far as the bar when I saw her. She was sitting in the corner with Dima 
and Vlad, laughing at their anecdotes. I could tell that my two friends 
were enchanted by this beauty and did not appreciate it at all when I 
made my appearance.
 
        "Vlad, Dima, how are things?" I asked in my most jovial voice, 
"Who is this most lovely lady?"
 
        Dimitry frowned when he saw me approach, but Vlad, being the 
more sociable of the two smiled and shook my hand. "Katrina, meet Count 
Alexander Tumanov. Alex this is Katrina, quite possibly the most 
beautiful woman in the world."
 
        Her laughter captivated me, made me her prisoner. "Very nice to 
meet you Alexander. Are you really a Count?" She smiled coyly, her 
eyelids lowering until her eyes were little more than moist slits 
peeking at me from under velvet lashes. I couldn't speak, my tongue was 
glued to my mouth and my palms were sweaty, but I managed to blurt out a 
yes. She laughed again when Dima made a comment about a cat and my 
tongue. I blushed in embarrassment and to change the topic, asked 
Dimitri about is wife. He glared at me from across the table and told me 
she was fine and thank you for asking, but a few minutes later he left 
the table his eyes shooting daggers at my back.
 

	Vladimir was one of the happiest people I've ever met. He could make
a joke out of anything and spent the next half hour entertaining Katrina and
myself. I wasn't really listening to what he was saying since my attention
was on Katrina. At last, Vlad wound down and looking at me and then at
Katrina smiled and excused himself, giving me a winked as he walked away.

	"Perhaps you would like to take a ride," I asked hopefully. "It's
such a nice night for it."

	"Certainly, my dear Count," she answered, giving me her hand. I took
it and led her outside, to where my carriage was waiting.

	The night was clear and slightly chill, but overall pleasant.
Katrina and I talked as we rode in the carriage, but I could feel a tension
building up between us. By the time we were at my estate, it was so thick
you could almost see it. Our conversation became strained, with many long
pauses and sighs. As we got out of the carriage, Katrina began stroking my
arm and purring, that is the only way I can describe the sound. It was a
sort of low gutteral sound that seemed to emanate from her throat. The
coachman drove off to park the carriage for the night and I led Katrina into
the manor.

	Most of the household staff was already asleep. Only the old cook
was awake and she proceeded to fuss over us.

	"You must be hungry, young ghospadin."

	"No Lena, thank you, but I ate already."

	"Well, in that case, I'll be retiring for the night. Good night sir."

	Katrina was smiling as old Lena left to bed. "Are all of your
servants this concerned about you, young ghospadin," she asked, her voice
teasing me.

	"No just, Lena," I said, taking her into my arms, "She's been taking
care of me for as long as I can remember." I kissed her, but she pulled
away, smiling coyly.

	"Sir, I am not that type of woman," she said, placing a hand on my
chest to hold me back. The hand traveled down, then up and around my neck.
She pulled towards her, kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping into my mouth
and caressing the insides. There was a faint taste to her lips, not
unpleasant you understand, but something I couldn't quite recognize. When
the kiss broke, I looked at her face. Her eyes were glowing and I felt
myself becoming lost in them. I heard her say that maybe we should go to my
bedroom and felt her hand take mine and lead me up the stairs, but I was in
a daze. When we arrived at the door to my room, Katrina led me inside and
then, taking a quick glace down the hallway, she closed and locked the door.
She was smiling as she approached me. Her hands moved to my shoulders and I
felt a slight tug, then a ripping sound as my clothes were torn off of my
body. It surprises me now that I did not think anything exraordinary about
the strength this woman had.

	When I was nude, she led me to the bed, all the while her hand were
caressing my shoulders, my back and my buttocks.

	"Now young Count, let us see what we can do in giving you a night
you won't remember."  She laughed, and this time, her laughter had a slight
edge to it, a cruel twist. She undressed quickly and in the pale light, I
saw that her body was everything that her clothes promised it to be. Her
breasts were large, not exceedingly so, but large enough that they drooped
with their weight. The areola were small, but the nipples were long and
erect. Her hips were curved in a deliscious sweep with the dark black pubic
hair acting as the beacon in the otherwise pale complexion. I felt myself
becoming aroused, the blood rushing to my cock. She smiled when she saw my
erection and knelt before me, stroking my cock as if it were a cat. The
tesion was building inside me and by the time I felt her cool, moist lips
touch my organ, I was sweating and shaking. 

	Her tongue flicked at the slit of my glans while her hands caressed
my thighs, her nails scratching red welts down my sides. Then, she swallowed
me whole, I moaned with pleasure and felt my hips thrust of their own
volition. Her hands locked on my buttocks and pulled me forward until I was
as far down her thoat as I could go. The sensations I was feeling were like
nothing I have ever felt before. They seemed to be increasing with every
second until it seemed that I would go mad from ecstasy. She felt my
nearness to orgasm and stopped, letting my throbbing member slip from her
lips. 
	
	Her breath was cool on my skin. She slid her breasts up my chest
until one of the nipples was at my mouth. I greedily took the proferred
morsel into my mouth, suckling loudly. I was beyond control, my only thought
was to please this woman who was with me. Her hips were grinding against
mine and every minute or so, a low growl escaped her lips. She began kissing
my neck, her tongue tracing little circles under my jaw. I found myself
pulling her head closer, pushing her lips against the skin of my neck. Then
I felt it, her teeth sank into the skin of my neck, her lips locking around
the wound. The next few minutes were frenzied, she pushed herself onto my
cock, its length sliding into her. I bucked and moaned as the pumped her
hips and continued that delicious sucking on my neck. I found my self
approaching orgasm quickly, yet at the same time, I was feeling light
headed. I screamed as I felt my essense boil out of me into her body. She
stopped the sucking and gently licked the wound. I was exhausted, my body
limp in her arms. I remember thinking how tired I was and how flushed her
face seemed. The last thing I remeber before loosing consciousness is her
eyes glowing from the depth of her dark hair.

	When I woke in the morning, I was alone. There was blood on the
pillow next to my head, my neck felt sore and my mouth felt like it was full
of cotton, but I was happy. I was in love.

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