The constant drip of the tap was her only contact with reality. Taps didn't drip in nightmares, did they? Her head swirled with a confusion and pain. Where ever it was she found herself, it was as dark as pitch and the floor she was sitting on was dank and cold. She tried to stand but once up she became so disorientated that she was forced back down almost straight away. Was it night? How did she get here? Where was she? Question upon question filled her mind, but there were no answers forthcoming.
He watched her in the darkness, he needed no light, the glow she emitted was all the fluorescence he required to see. He watched as she flounder in the dark, uncertain of where anything was, including herself. He bided his time, observing her to see what she would try to do. It was a game he played often, what better way to determine if they were worthy of his attention.
This one was certainly pretty enough, and a virgin, he could smell that. He smiled as he watched her attempt to work her way around the room. If there had been light, she would have been reeling back in terror at the sight of his jagged fangs. Yes, this one would do him just fine.
She moved slowly, cautiously, feeling her way along the wall, preying for something that felt like a doorframe. Her hair was on end and her skin prickled with the sensation that she was being watched, but what could possibly see through this impenetrable darkness? Her breathing became short pants as the feeling continued to eat away at her and a quiet whimper escaped her lips. This was terror at it's worst. She stopped moving, transfixed with fear at the thought that something was in here with her, and whatever it was, it meant her harm.
He glided effortlessly across the floor, the only sound that of the dust settling behind him. He stood behind her, well within arms reach of her frightened face, but completely out of range of her eyesight. He reached out and stroked her hair softly. It felt soft and silky but brought him little comfort. What he wanted lay within her.
She twisted suddenly, her move one of pure reflex. What was that? Something touched her, something touched her hair. She slithered along the floor, her back against the wall, her eyes desperately trying to pierce the black veil that surrounded her. A sob escaped her lips just as she felt the vice like grip that pinned her arms to her side and lifted her effortlessly to her feet. The sob became a scream but even that faded to nothingness she felt the sharp pain that rocketed from her neck through her body. Her head swirled with vague thoughts and strange dreams as her mind passed into the same blackness that surrounded her.
He moved with a smooth quickness that belied his size. He grasped her quickly and lifted her up, fixing her firmly in his grip. His fangs pierced her soft skin with ease, gliding deep into her flesh as he tasted her for the first time. He drank deeply, savouring the warmth that flowed from her veins as he sated his temporary need and ensured that there would be no further struggle.
She woke, this time the darkness had faded to a gloom and her surroundings, though draped in shadows, were visible. She was lying on a stone slab, her arms by her side and her legs stretched out straight. She was naked, that much was obvious by the cold, rough stone against her skin. She tried to sit up but couldn't, she tried to lift her head, but it too failed to respond. Panic began to settle in, could this be paralysis, what had happened to her? But it passed quickly and a strange calmness overcame her, no it couldn't be so, could she not feel the stone below her?
He stepped from the shadows and stared at her, he wanted her to be conscious when he took her for his own. He wanted her to feel what it was like to be taken, body and soul, to become the flesh of another, to feel the ultimate in intensity. He stared down into her eyes and saw her fear as his hand slid slowly over her naked body. She was powerless to resist and incapable of understanding why, and he took pleasure in showing her that power.
She felt his touch as his hand move slowly over her naked flesh. She wanted to leap from the slab and run screaming, but all she could do stare as his cold hands brushed her intimately. She felt her legs being parted and his fingers glide up along the inside of her thigh as he leaned into her and placed his mouth against her throat. She felt him part her and just as his fingers entered her body his fangs pierced her throat. She felt her very soul slowly being drained from her body as her sex belied the assault and became excited. She was confused, terrified and aroused all at the same time.
He drank from her slowly, he tasted her sweet nectar with the knowledge of a connoisseur, savouring every precious drop. His finger worked her sex, teasing her clit and probing her body, exciting her, causing her body to course with the lust that he craved. He drank deeply of that lust and grew hard with his own excitement. He lifted his head, her blood dripping freely down his chin, and roared his lust loud. He shrugged off his clothes and leapt up onto the slab, lifted her legs high and entered her with a single thrust.
Her mind cowered as heard his roar and she felt her legs being lift back over her body. She tried to beg him no, but nothing came out as she felt his hard member penetrate her sex and take her in a single thrust. She wanted to cry out, first in outrage and sorrow for what had been lost, then in lust for what her body demanded. He knew exactly what she was feeling as he used her body to sate his need. She felt her sex being stretched as his thick shaft thrust hard and fast into her body. A strange feeling of lustful ecstasy was taking over her body. She knew it wasn't normal and it had to be something that he had done to her, but she didn't care, she didn't want it to stop. She was being fucked for the first time and possibly the last and she could only wonder why she had waited all this time.
He drove his hard cock into to compliant body, looking down to see her breasts shake with the force of each thrust. He leaned down and commenced to bite her breasts, sinking his fangs deep into her creamy flesh. He drank from her once more as he continued to drive his huge cock inside her. He was approaching the climax he craved, and the closer it drew, the more powerful his blood-lust became.
She felt him inside her body, strong and powerful. Every nerve in her body was alive and every touch was like fire. She wanted to scream out as she felt his jagged teeth sink into her breasts, not out of pain, but in exultation. She new the end was near but all she cared about was reaching the orgasm that built deep inside her. Each deep thrust of his huge penis, stretching her once virgin sex, brought her closer. When he withdrew his mouth from her breasts and she felt the warmth of her blood flowing freely, she knew the end was near.
Then the moment arrived. He once again bent down, his fangs closing around one of her nipples and as he buried his penis inside her, he came, roaring with lust as he tore the nipple from her body. Her mind screamed out what her body couldn't, and her body orgasmed as she felt him explode inside her, filling her with his cum. The last thing that shot through her mind was the excruciating pain that pleasured her beyond anything she had ever experienced in her short life. He continued to drive his hardness deep inside her, pumping out his animal lust as he tore at her flesh, devouring her until at last she ceased to breath.
He raised himself from her corpse and walked purposely from the stone altar. His face and body stained red from his victim, his strength renewed once again. He stopped and looked back into her dead eyes and saw the imprint of pleasure that only he was capable of.