The Blood Drive

"Wow," his voice was a little breathy, "you have a really...lovely body!"

The sex-kitten pout she'd been working at fell away, and she smiled, a little shyly.

"Thanks for putting it that way. My ex-boyfriend used to talk about my 'tig ol' bitties!'"

He looked her in the face. "Seriously?"

"Fraid so."

"Sorry, but your ex-boyfriend was..."

"An asshole?"

Now the shy smile crossed his face. "Actually, I'd been about to say he was a douchenozzle, but asshole works too..."

"Douchenozzle?"

"I know, it's a little...I had this friend in high school. She was super smart, yearbook editor, the whole bit. She was a lesbian..." and why had he mentioned that? "And she'd grown up in Durbin, maybe...somewhere in South Africa. Anyway she had this really weird accent, and this...just colorful way of talking...what's so funny?"

"Sorry, sorry, I just thought...oh shit...if he could work out how to make a living at it, Chris probably wouldn't mind being a douchenozzle! I mean, think of the job description!"

Okay, this was getting... Here's this gorgeous half naked vampire lady--and by the way, he now knows her ex's name, but not hers--curled up in a fetal position on a bed in the basement of some farmhouse they've neither of them ever been near, howling with laughter, and he was...well, it was pretty funny! He started laughing himself, put a knee on the bed, heard a voice somewhere say: "Oops."

She'd reached out and rested a hand on his thigh. She was still smiling.

"Looks like you're mine, Slayer!"

11.

Well shit! She'd played him, and he was...angry? Fer chrissake, it was a fucking game! He was a competitive guy; of course he wanted to win, but...alright. No call to be a dick about it. He stuck a smile onto his face: "Nicely done. Very...anyhow, well played!" He sighed. "You got me."

She'd sat up to watch his face. "I did. Didn't I?" She was smiling, but at the same time, there was something...a little surprise, maybe. Probably not. Probably he just hadn't wanted to think of her as that...devious. He for damn sure didn't like to think of how she'd manipulated him; hypnotizing him with her boobs like he was some fuckin' fourteen year old on his first porn site. She stood up now, and walked around the foot of the bed. She'd made no move to replace her vest, and--God Damn It--he was staring at her chest again. Enough already.

She held out her hand. He slapped it, like he was in the on-deck circle congratulating her for scoring from second on a single. Then he realized, just as she said: "Actually..."

"Oh, shit," he cut her off, "sorry, sorry, right..." He reached into his pants pocket and brought out a gold dollar. "Well done again. Maybe I'll see you at the party." He turned to go. She said again: "Actually..."

He turned back. Her hand was still out. "Fraid you have to give up another one, if you've got it. And I think you do. And then I get to decide if I want to turn you."

"Oh, come on! Seriously?"

12.

"You're the Vampire Queen?"

"Yup."

"Prove it!"

She walked up to him, put her arms around his neck, and pulled his body into hers. He felt the give of her breasts against his abs. Her skin was awfully warm for a vampire, and she smelled wonderful; a combination of sweat, some floral perfume, and something else he was having trouble identifying. He felt warm breath on his throat before she hissed into his ear: "I'm pure evil!"

She held onto him for just a second longer than she needed to, and then she dropped her arms and stood back, an apologetic half smile on her face.

"Satisfied?"

Not even close. "That's the...password, or whatever. Here's..." Handing over another coin. 'But look..." He'd been about to ask her not to turn him, to tell her that he was tired of this stupid game. But, he stopped himself. Not fair to her, particularly not since he'd bragged about the other vamps he'd killed. He found himself hoping he approved of whatever charity she'd picked, because from where he stood, she looked good for the win.

13.

She tucked the second dollar away, looked at him for a moment wondering what he'd been about to say. Then:

"I was kind of surprised. I think they more or less chose me as a joke, or maybe I should say a...like a ruse. I'm a first year sophomore, transferred from a community college, so not a lot of people know me; not sure why that's good strategy, but...and then they do like to give me shit about being such a goody-two-shoes..."

"Really?" He should get out of there, before she remembered to turn him, but... "Are you? A goody-two-shoes, I mean?"

"Not really. Look, I really like my Kap sisters. They're mostly a great bunch of gals, but like everybody else on campus, they don't know me all that well yet, and..." She sighed. "One thing: I'm smart, and pretty driven. I get good grades, and I don't party much, and that makes some of the girls...not suspicious, but..."

"No, I get it. I think it's a group dynamic thing. I guess I don't notice it as much because I'm a jock, which means everybody knows...how to think about me. And if not everything they think is right, it's no big deal, because being a jock..."

"Right. It's--mostly--a good thing. While being a brain...and not like a computer wonk or an engineer, or even pre-med..."

"What's your major?"

"Poli-Sci. And I swear a few of the Kaps don't even know what it stands for...Political Science?"

"I...yeah, I know."

"Congratulations. And then there's the whole Disney Princess thing..."

"The whole...?"

"A couple of the girls got it into their heads that I look like Belle, or maybe the chick from Hercules--I forget her name..."

"Oh, okay...that's why..."

"You know: the big eyes, and the...I don't know, I've got this kind of pointy chin..."

"I still think you're gorgeous."

"And the...what?" She stopped, then: "Yeah, you said that earlier, and it..."

"Made me pretty easy to play, right?"

"What are you...? Oh..."

14.

They stared at each other for a moment. Neither knew what to make of the sudden tension in the room. Finally she asked:

"You think I played you?"

"Didn't you?"

She thought about it for a minute: "Yes, I did."

"Well, good job. It worked."

She stared at him for a little while, trying to decide what she was hearing in his voice: "Did it really piss you off that much. It's just a game right?"

He thought he'd moved on from the anger. Okay, maybe not. He answered carefully, trying not to sound like he was justifying himself, or whining.

"I mean, sure it pissed me off. I'm an athlete, right? I'm a competitive guy, and I had you cornered, and you...turned it around on me, so..."

"But that's not all of it."

Shit. "Look, you're...different from most of the girls I've been with. Well, all the girls I've been with, really." She raised an eyebrow. "Don't...look I don't just date...I don't know, bimbo cheerleaders, okay?"

"Okay."

"And just fyi: Amber, the squad captain, you know her?"

"I've seen her. Blonde hair, legs for days, body by Mattel?"

"Phi Beta. And she'll have a BS and a Masters in Brain Science in four years; maybe less!"

"Impressive!"

"Yes, it is! Anyway...I...was enjoying...flirting with you. I'm not usually much good at it, and I thought we had a little thing going, and like I said I found you--find you--really attractive, so yeah, I was a little disappointed to think you..."

"To think I was just...kind of using your interest to...?"

"Yeah."

15.

She said: "Sit down for a minute."

"You know, somebody could bust in here any time..."

"The girls won't because we've sort of designated this my space, but you could lock the door, if you don't mind being trapped in the lair of the Vampire Queen.

Locking doors wasn't strictly fair, but it was getting late--maybe somebody'd already gotten Andrew--he shrugged. "I'm already bit." Then he locked the door, came back, and pulled over the room's only chair, which had been tucked into a corner.

She knew his name from the ballgames she'd been to, but he didn't know hers. He hadn't asked. Then there was the fact that she was still almost half naked. She decided that was...fine, for some reason. One thing: she enjoyed watching him try not to look. After a moment she sat at the edge of the bed, facing him.

"So the gals elected me maybe a week ago. Secret ballot. Everybody voted, but it was totally rigged. And then that night this girl, Mandy--she's a senior; theatre major, I think, and I've said maybe five words to her all semester--anyway she comes in to my room and tells me she's going to be helping me get into character. And I'm thinking: what character? It's freakin' capture the flag, and I'm the flag, almost literally. I'll have to stay mostly out of sight, and ambush you guys if I want to make a run at the prize. There's no...performance or anything. But Mandy starts talking about making up a back story: how did I get to be a vampire? Who was I before? How do I hunt? All this...I don't know...like method acting horseshit. And I'm looking at her like she's got three heads, and she starts describing this...scenario. I'd been the daughter of a baron in the 18th Century, and I'd been promised in marriage to this elderly earl, but I was wild and man-crazy--I'd been getting it on with the stable boy--we're talking pure Harlequin romance crap here. Anyway, a highwayman had happened upon me in the forest, and he'd torn my dress off and ravished me, and just as he...finished, he'd bitten my throat, and the combination of his blood and semen had made me into this insatiable bloodthirsty seductress..."

She giggled: "Okay the story was actually pretty hot. I kind of got the impression that Mandy had wanted to be Queen, and this was what she'd come up with for herself. Anyway, I was like 'Thank you very much, can I go to bed now?' And she left me alone. But then all week long, other Kaps would come up and talk to me about...stuff. Do you know Danielle?"

He looked...uncomfortable. She wondered if it was the story, the fact that she was in just her bra and yoga pants, or maybe he and Danielle..."

"I know her."

"Gorgeous, right?"

"She a friend of yours?"

"Not particularly..."

"She's...very pretty, although I'm not into the whole heroin-chic thing, but she's also..."

"Mean as a snake?"

"You said it; I didn't."

"Yeah, well she and a few of the other Queen Bees made it their business to describe their back stories about how I'd seduced and bitten them. And pretty soon my head was...I don't know, pretty thoroughly messed with, I guess. And I've had to carry a couple extra pairs of panties around in my backpack all week!"

He opened his mouth, then closed it again: "Okay, that's...pretty frank."

"And pretty inconvenient, given my class load, and midterms."

"There is that."

"Anyhow. I've been...like a cat on hot bricks, and..."

"You're not with anybody?"

She looked at him. He looked away, continued: "Sorry, none of my business, I was just...there was no...shit! You didn't have...?"

"Douchenozzle and I..." she broke off giggling, "Seriously that is perfect! No, no one with whom to 'relieve the tension.' Or at least...no one who doesn't need batteries."

He laughed. "Wow!"

"See? Not so Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, right?"

16.

Earlier in the evening, the Kapps had suited up: costumes and slutty vampire makeup all round. Mandy and Danielle and the whole crew had led her up to the farmhouse bedroom, joking about coming back and finding the bodies of dozens of naked men with huge grins on their faces lying in pools of blood.

"How many will you'll kill, Your Highness?"

"Will Your Majesty fuck them all first?"

"Or just the ones with really thick cocks?"

"They shut the door," she continued, "and took off, giggling like teeny-boppers at an Elvis concert, and leaving me...tense. I spent maybe half an hour trying to unscramble my head from my hormones, when I heard what sounded like a ROTC parade on the stairway, so I hid behind the door. Couple of guys in camo pants and combat boots "sneak" in here with those goofy crosses held out in front of them like...I don't know, like they're on jungle patrol or something. I literally stepped out from behind the door and clapped them on the back, like: 'Hi, guys!' They were super pissed, but rules are rules, and the Vampire Queen had her first two--entirely unsexy--kills.

So I put the whole undead seductress thing out of my head, and just played to win. The last guy I got took a couple lunges with the cross, and I tripped evading one of them, stubbed a toe, which really hurt for some reason. I thought I was dead, but he'd twisted his ankle or something. Anyhow, I made it around in time to tag him before he could get me. He paid up and limped off, and I was sitting on the bed assessing the damage when you came it. I did not hear you, by the way..."

He looked sheepish, but pleased. "Would you believe: a thing I read in some spy novel."

"Absolutely; I love...that stuff!" A pause. "Anyway, I dive off the bed, bang my knee this time, stand up, and there's this...attractive guy standing there in...I don't know, business casual with a sweater vest on steroids..."

"Hey, um, Your Highness, please! Not the "S" word. I'm a ballplayer, remember?"

She laughed. "And he's got a sense of humor, and he's got me cornered, and he's got broad shoulders with plenty of reach, and he's...checking me out, and all of a sudden..."

She'd been sitting comfortably, leaning back on her hands, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. Now she sat forward and pressed her thighs together. Her hands moved back and forth of the outside of her legs between her hips and her knees. Her breathing seemed a little deeper, and there was more air in her voice when she continued.

"All of a sudden, I'm thinking "Try it. Try being...try seduction, like a vampire, right?' You do not know how...I mean, I can be flirty, and...I don't know, maybe a little slutty if I'm with the right guy, or...but the whole 'femme fatale' thing? That's just not...me, but you're...interested, or at least you're looking, and I've got the fangs and the make-up and a head full of Kappa Kap vampire porn, and I thought..."

"Why not?"

She looked into his eyes. "I thought the worst that would happen is that I'd show a cute guy my tits, and he'd tag me with his stupid cross, and I could stop playing this incredibly frustrating game that I'm still kind of trying to win because I really want to chase that fucking fascist out of the governor's mansion in 2020, and instead I got you and now I have to decide whether to turn you whatever the fuck that means and oh GOD!..."

As she lost control of her story, she stood up and moved toward him. He'd managed to get up just in time to catch her as she threw her arms around his neck and attacked his lips with hers.

17.

The sounds she made kissing him--the deep breaths, moans, growls--like she'd just been saved from drowning. Her mouth tasted...natural; no mints or mouthwash. Her tongue was everywhere! He'd started with his lips closed, but she cocked her head to the side, opened her mouth, and the second his had opened in response, her tongue attacked his like she wanted to eat him from the inside out. He'd thrust back into her mouth, brushing against her fangs, flinching at the unfamiliar feeling of the points. She giggled through the kiss, growled and attacked again, sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting gently.

Eventually their mouths came apart, and she kissed across his cheek to his neck, purring and cooing, and panting like she'd just run a marathon. With her mouth a his ear, she whispered: "Pure evil, and completely fucking drenched...my...oh God...I wanted to, when I was telling you the password, I almost...got it wrong..." A breathy giggle: "Pure evil and horny as...ooh fuck, that's nice!"

He'd dropped his hands to her ass, pushing her against him, and she could feel his cock, thick and erect through the light slacks. She ground against him, and it was his turn to moan at the heat coming off her. He could feel her lips and tongue on his neck and then...

"Ow! What're you...?" He chuckled soundlessly. She noticed, giggled, then:

"I'm drinking your blood, Slayer!" She began making small, wet sucking sounds against his throat. "Just...enough..." she purred, "to weaken you, to make it impossible for you to resist me...oh fuck, this is so hot..."

He smiled, tried to go with it, discovered that he was panting pretty hard himself. He wanted to kiss her again; for some reason, he found himself craving the taste of her mouth. She was still glued to his neck. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and gently pulled her off him until they were eye to eye. Her mouth was slack, and her eyes half closed: that high-on-sex expression that no model in the perfume or makeup ads can ever quite get right. She smiled at him, then bared her fangs, hissed like a horror movie starlet, tore herself out of his grip, and buried her face in his throat again. She bit him again too; a quick, sharp nip.

"Ow! What was that for?"

A breath in his ear: "Interrupting my dinner." The soft kissing and sucking began again.

18.

Resigned to his fate, he relaxed and enjoyed. He couldn't see much beyond the side of her head, and of course he couldn't get his mouth onto any part of her. Fair enough, he thought: can't see and can't taste. What else we got?

Hearing: he loved the sounds she was making. The wet smacking of her lips against his neck was deliberate, and...kind of nasty; like the sounds a former lover made to let him know how much she enjoyed sucking his cock. Then there were small pants and sighs in between the licking and sucking. Apparently the whole vampire seductress thing was really ringing her chimes. Worked for him. She was really ringing his.

Smell: wasn't something he thought about much, but just at that moment he decided there was no combination of scents quite like the potpourri that came off of a seriously turned on young woman. The warm, outdoorsy combination of sweat and some sort of flowery shampoo that floated above her thick blonde hair, the perfume he'd noticed earlier, the chalky, talc smell of a stick deodorant, and...from lower on her body...an idea of a scent more than the scent itself: heat, and salt, and tang. Pure sex, changing his perception of her bouquet like late afternoon sunlight can change the color of air in a room.

And finally...touch: soft lips, and wet eager tongue, and sharp teeth sucking, caressing and nipping his neck. He was going to look like a vampire had attacked him whether or not she decided to turn him. Hickeys had never done much for him, but somehow the idea of her marking him...appealed. Then there were his hands exploring warm, soft skin between her lower back, and the top of her...definitely yoga pants. At first he'd thought they were tight black jeans, but the fabric was too soft. Not as soft as her skin...

He'd dropped his hands to her ass when she'd deepened their kiss, pushing her against his erection. Since then she'd been grinding against him more or less continuously, and now he let his hands explore her backside. She had an exquisite behind: round and soft and muscular. She growled with pleasure as he squeezed and stroked.

He felt her lips pull away from his neck, and then she murmured through a smile he could hear rather than see: "Like my ass, huh?"

It was out of his mouth before he'd formed the thought, but if the whole vampire thing was working for her... "I don't know...I find myself...unable to...resist..."

She pulled away from him, looked him in the face, and there was that expression again, beautiful eyes under heavy lids, slightly parted red lips, moist and a little swollen from all the kissing and sucking. She ground hard against him, and he could feel the heat of her against the bulge at the front of his jeans.