Lost SoulsUpdated at Aug 3, 2024, 16:33
TRIGGER WARNING!!! IF UR SENSATIVE, DO NOT READ!
This is no fairytale. No happy endings. Just blood, lust, and pain. My entire existence was born from sad endings and terror. My life is death. Blood. The smell of it fills the air as I move through the building. Feeling the beat of the music hitting my chest. It's pulse giving me life. The darkness surrounding me as I move towards my throne. Fit for a king. I am no king, but within these walls, I am as close to God as any of these soulless beings will ever get. The smell of blood thickens with each step. The glass surrounding each room gives me the perfect view of the unholy acts being performed. Each room holding a woman with their eyes glazed over as the venom of a vampire pumps through their veins. Their naked bodies littered with the scars from each vampire that had feasted on their beings. Their souls are still intact but slowly dying as each night passes. None of them saints, but sinners. Having willingly come to my business to seek the ultimate high. Vampire venom. The most addictive substance in the world. Drugs had long gone away. Now, it was traded freely on the black market. Humans would kill for the high it provides. I had become somewhat numb to the lust filled bodies around me. Vampires are not sparkle fairies or much less capable of love. Our own venom drives us to lust after the sweet taste of sex. Blood is a normal requirement of continuing our existence, but sex for a vampire is its own drug. Being soulless, it feeds our incessant need for that chemical release. Our own high. Men filled each room feeding on the women of their choosing. Some were deep within their addiction. Many of them are regulars. Some new faces, but not many. However, my business was growing strong. Having opened this feeding house years ago, I have given a safe place for vampires to feed without question.Nestled well outside any city. We were left alone by humans. The humans here were tested and specially chosen. Many of them addicts, the outcasts of human society. Here, they are appreciated and worshipped. Being that I am significantly older than anyone else here, I have learned to control my taste for blood and lust. My existence started over 400 years ago. Vampires are not created by someone drinking our blood. We were created by our death. Upon standing at hell's gates, the devil himself cast us out. Having already claimed our souls, he had no need for our existence. Why deal with us when he already had what he wanted? We are cursed to roam the earth, searching for love and happiness. Our existence is surrounded by the drive for that which we will never have. My bar manager, Alex, was busy at work keeping vampires pumped full of blood and what they mistook for happiness.My human manager, Aleeah, was busy with changing out women when they got too high and could no longer perform. Taking my seat, I was brought my own cup of warm blood. Sipping the warm liquid, I watched as people moved on the dance floor. The glass boxes were filled with humans and vampires finding the only joy afforded to them. Looking around, I felt the melancholy of my mood weigh down on me. This is why vampires were addicted to the feeling of sex and lust. Otherwise, there was almost nothing. A woman was walking around carrying a tray of drinks. She was new and a vampire. All of my waitresses are vampires. They couldn't be so easily distracted by the male vampires. Male and female vampires rarely had sex with one another. The feeling of the soul within a human was what we were addicted to. Life pumping through their veins. The warmth of their skin. I couldn't help but look at the girl as she walked around, clearing empty stained glasses. She was quite focused on her task. Oblivious to the fact that I was watching her intensely. The strong smell of blood and sex within the space was masking her scent. Her brown hair cascaded down her back. Wide hips and thick thighs. She wasn't built as your average vampire woman. Instead, her body was a little thicker, and I was entranced by the movements of her ass as she moved to each table. Never before had I been interested in another vampire, but this one had me quite intrigued.