Interview with a Vampire....

Now, I remember watching 20/20 when I was little, and they did an interview with a "vampire" in New Orleans. If memory serves me right, this was before the Twilight and True Blood phenomenons. I've always been intrigued by the occult and nightwalkers but I never believed they were real.

 Until tonite. I was intrigued by Macaroni Tony with the feather in his hat, that's what caught my attention. Then I noticed him doing magic tricks, entertaining the masses in the French Quarter, right outside of Cafe du Monde. As he walked away, cackling, I noticed two perfectly sharp fangs in his mouth. I thought I was crazy, but my friends saw it too. Naturally intrigued, we all left to find this mysterious man. Get him to perform magic tricks for us as well.

 Fear set in my bones when I first saw him. I was afraid to approach him. Afraid to speak to him, even though my bold ass already said I would let him bite me. After walking in circles, we finally approached him. Ask for a magic trick like we'd seen him perform across the street. As he and his lady friend packed up, he seemed slightly uninterested in our request, but, as we began to walk away in defeat, he called us back.

 We stood under the light as we were instructed. He told us to come closer and not be afraid because he doesn't bite....often. He showed us his fangs and stared directly at me. I didn't flinch. I just starred back, intrigued and slightly aroused. He did a much more elaborate trick for us, using my hands. I watched cautiously to catch him in his act. My friend could only say that he was magic, that there was no explanation for our amazement. We left and went home. He stayed on my mind. My first encounter, I wanted more.

That night, as I slept tucked tightly in my bed, he visited my dreams. He seemed to hover over me and stare down. I stared back. He spoke my name in a whisper and I sat up. He sat before me and barred his fangs. Again, I did not flinch. I just looked back and bit my lower lip.

 "You do not fear me." He spoke calmly in the air. I only managed to shake my head no. He grabbed my chin and moved towards me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I could feel my heart beat faster. I was afraid, only slightly. I was mostly aroused. Silly me.

 He let go of my chin and moved back to look in my face again. He leaned in again, only to kiss me this time, biting hard on my bottom lip and drawing blood, which he licked up. He moved back again. My expression remained the same. Heart pounding, heaving breathing, lust in my eyes. He leaned in again to kiss me, pushing me back on the bed. He felt like a feather on top of me.

 My panties eased down my legs to my ankles and made contact with the floor. The vampire stared in my eyes from in between my legs. I bit my lip and hissed. The wounds were still fresh, I'd almost forgotten about them though. He trailed soft kisses along my inner thigh. Then I felt pain and felt my life force being drained from me while I was simultaneously having an orgasm. As I let out a gasp, I felt him stop. I felt his eyes gazing at my face, trying to decipher my expression. All I could do was nod as I signal for him to carry on. 

He returned to my mouth, kissing me with lips covered in my blood. The metallic taste was not appealing but there was still a strong sexual surge coursing through my body. I wanted more, I wanted it ALL. Sensing my desire, the vampire, whose name I still don't know, unbuckled his pants and proceeded to penetrate me. Unsure of which myth I should believe, I stopped him and asked if he would use a condom. He laughed at me but obliged my request.

 The vampire stroked me for centuries. He stroked me through history, time and space. He stroked me incoherent. He stroked me until it felt like my head spun around like the exorcist. He stroked me to sleep. 

The next morning, I woke up as if nothing happened. I'd dreamed about having sex with vampires before. This was nothing new. As I got out of bed to walk to the bathroom, I noticed blood on my sheets. I looked down to my thigh and saw to puncture wounds about and inch and a half apart. There was a used condom on the floor and my window was open.

 What the entire fuck ???