Lust for the Vampire

Feeding Time

The realization made the vampire even harder. He ground his crotch against Colleen's tight buns. If only he'd insisted on nudity! Well, there would be plenty of time for that later. Now, he just had to feed!

"I'm ready," Colleen whispered. "I've waited so long for this moment..."

The hunger swelled within the vampire. His breathing intensified and his tongue slithered over his pale lips.

As the vampire opened his mouth, Ben's cool breath against the young woman's warm skin reminded Colleen that she was about to lose her virginity to a creature of the night.

Ben's hands held Colleen's head and neck firmly in place. The vampire threw his own head back. The farther the distance, the more force he could use when his fangs pierced the creamy flesh. Likewise, the deeper they would plunge into the throbbing artery.

Fangs sprung from the roof of his mouth. The saliva on their tips glistened in a stray beam of moonlight.

Ben let out a primal cry as he swung his head down, piercing Colleen's neck. The blood instantly drenched his tongue and filled every nook and cranny in his mouth. The sensation reminded him of his human days when he would bite into an overstuffed eclair and the cream would explode into his mouth and coat the back of his throat.

Colleen bit her own lip as she felt the stinging pain from the sharp penetration. She thought she had prepared herself for that moment, mentally and physically. She thought she knew what to expect and that she could handle it.

"Oh, I had no idea it would feel this good..." Colleen moaned. Her body had responded to the vampire's piercing by turning the shocking pain into the most intense feelings of pleasure she'd ever experienced!

The vampire let out a scream, but not of ecstasy. His intense pleasure unexpectedly turned into excruciating pain!

Ben jerked his head back. His retracting fangs ripped through Colleen's skin as he pulled away.

Colleen hadn't expected that. She brought her hand up to her neck, trying to staunch the blood flow as she turned around to face Ben.

The vampire staggered backwards and leaned against the car. His lips blistered and scarred in several places as if acid had been thrown on them. Steam, or something that looked like it, escaped from his mouth.

The fury burned in his eyes and came through in Ben's voice despite his obviously weakened state. "You b***h! You recently drank holy water!" he hissed partly in astonishment and partly in an accusatory tone.

"A whole flask full!" Colleen shot back using the same mixed tone. She added," And you practically ripped my neck open when you pulled out!" Still holding the wound with one hand, she reached into her small pocketbook with the other. Colleen fished around for a tiny bottle about the size of a dentist's mouthwash sample.

The young woman brought the bottle up to her neck and knocked the cap off with her thumb. She squeezed hard. Several blobs of a thick brown liquid oozed out. She finally removed her hand from the ripped flesh long enough to rub the mysterious liquid into it.

The maneuvering had been much easier to do when she practiced beforehand. Actually bleeding from an open wound sure made things more difficult!

The blood instantly clotted. The brown liquid dried into a crude bandage.

Normally, the sight of all that blood would excite the vampire in numerous ways. However, now that he knew the precious fluid was tainted, it simply caused waves of nausea in his stomach.

In his weakened state, Ben tried to make sense of what had happened. "Besides the holy water you drank, your skin was coated with blessed Chrism oil, but you used something to mask the scent."

Colleen arched an affirming eyebrow in lieu of a full nod. She'd been nervous that the vampire's acute sense of smell would pick up on the consecrated oil with which she'd covered her neck, wrists, and other more unmentionable vulnerable pulse points. She'd also feared that the protective properties wouldn't last long enough as the blessed oil had a potency time limit once it was applied to the skin.

Ben struggled to stand, but he fell back against the car. Still he managed to ask, "Who are you, really?"

Colleen stood tall with a smug attitude. "I told you my name. Colleen. I guess I forgot to mention my full title: Colleen Dawson, VSS Agent."

The vampire's eyes opened wide with fear. The words formed slowly on his scarred lips. "Damn! VSS...Vatican Secret Service."

"So you've heard of us," Colleen observed.

"I've heard rumors, of course, but I wasn't really sure you existed."

"Some people used to feel that way about vampires."

"It was safer for us that way," the vampire responded coolly.

"It will be safer for a lot of innocent and unsuspecting people with you off the streets."

"So you're a nun?" the vampire asked.

"No. Certainly not."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I didn't take a vow of celibacy," Colleen replied.

The vampire found the agent's matter-of-fact tone on the subject intriguing.

Colleen dug into her pocketbook again. She pulled out a rosary.

Ben eyed the swinging beads suspiciously. "What's that for?"

"Oh, I think you know," Colleen answered as she walked towards the vampire.

Ben wanted to lash out at the young woman, but he simply didn't have the strength. The holy water he'd ingested from Colleen's bloodstream wouldn't be out of his system for a while. Not to mention the holy oil that burned his lips. His entire face inside and out still felt like it was on fire.

Colleen wrapped the rosary around the vampire's wrists. She pulled until it hurt, knowing full well that rosary beads would sap the vampire's energy and keep him secured much more effectively than rope or even handcuffs.

Ben watched as the blessed beads bound his hands together. The beads stung everywhere they made contact with his dry, pale skin. "Maybe you're not so innocent after all, Agent Colleen Dawson. The way you work those rosary beads, you seem like you might have some kinky b*****e experience."

"That smirk will be wiped off your face soon enough," Colleen promised as she forced the subdued vampire into the back of the car.

Ben looked over his shoulder when the car jerked into motion. The neon Club Fangtasy sign flickered in the distance as Colleen drove away. "Where are you taking me?" Ben demanded.

"To the processing facility," Colleen answered.

* * *

Agent Colleen Dawson and her captive vampire walked up to a dilapidated warehouse. Colleen stopped at a dented metal door with faded characters that Ben could barely make out: X-37.

The vampire noticed the half-broken metal cage that covered the sole bulb above the door. What little light it provided in the immediate vicinity of the door also created adjacent shadows.

Ben sniffed the air. "Are we near water?" With the residual holy water inside him and the rosary binding his wrists, he couldn't be positive that his senses functioned properly. He surmised they were on or near the city docks.

Colleen ignored his question. She pressed the button on what appeared to be a rusty ancient intercom system near the doorknob.

Neither of them could hear any type of bell or buzzer from inside the building.

A computerized female voice on the intercom took Ben's attention from the surroundings. "Identification please."

"Dawson, Colleen."

"Thank you," the automated system responded. "Voice identification complete. Please prepare for visual confirmation."

A red laser beam suddenly shot out from a hidden spot in the bricks. The light scanned Colleen's body, slowly following the contours of her facial features.

"Visual identification complete," the female voice announced. "Transferring."

A human voice sounded from the speaker. "Hi, Colleen!"

"Kate!"

"I'm on the cell right now. I wanted to meet you at the door myself. I'm almost there."

Three red lights suddenly illuminated in sequence accompanied by three beeps. Then a green light lit up with a long beep. Several loud power locks snapped behind the metal door.

The door swung open, bathing the outside in bright fluorescent light.

Colleen and Ben both blinked and turned away. The vampire held his bound hands up to protect his eyes. He could barely make out a sliver of the woman's face in the space between his fingers.

"You must be Kate," the vampire sneered.

"Actually, to you, that's Vatican Secret Service Agent Sister Katherine O'Connell," the woman responded.

Ben lowered his hands and squinted for a better look. Sure enough, Kate stood before him in a full traditional nun's habit. The vampire only looked away when he saw the crucifix around her neck.

Colleen pushed the vampire through the door.

As one might guess from the hidden automated security system, the inside of the building was the exact opposite of the outside. One glance around told both visitor and employee alike that the place was institutional, bureaucratic, and high-tech.

Security cameras, flat screen monitors, and digital readouts filled the reception area space. Take away the religious icons such as the Virgin Mary statues, crosses, and the Pope's picture – this place could easily be the Counter Terrorism Unit Command Center.

Ben snorted in Sister Kate's direction. "You must be vampire hunter-girl's inside handler."

"You're awfully smug for a vampire in your position," Kate observed. She turned her head towards Colleen. "Father Bentley and Father Jackson will take it from here."

The nun moved aside. Two burly Franciscan priests seemed to appear out of nowhere from behind her. Both men stepped forward. The ropes tied to the waists of their identical brown cassocks swung as they moved.

Ben eyed the two priests. "What's this? The Inquisition?"

"We're more thorough," Kate replied.

Her serious tone made the vampire shudder inside, but he purposely showed no outward emotion.

The two strong men each took one of the vampire's arms and dragged him down the hallway.

Despite his conscious resolve to stay strong, the vampire looked back over his shoulder at the young woman who had gotten him into this mess. Ben knew he would never see Colleen again, but against all reason, he wished he would.

Colleen caught Ben's gaze. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't force herself to do it. His pained expression said more than words ever could.

With eyes locked, they stared at each other as the strong priests whisked the weakened vampire away.

Ben desperately wanted to call out. There was something about Colleen. It went beyond the obvious s****l attraction he felt towards the beautiful woman.

In the brief time they'd spent together in the club, the vampire had dared to hope that after nearly a hundred years of being alone, he'd found someone that he could actually care about for more than a night of fun and feeding in the coffin.

Ben had to say something. He realized he had only a fraction of a second as the priests started to take him down a side corridor. He summoned all the strength he had left and shouted over his shoulder. "They're going to kill me, you know."

Colleen watched the vampire and the two priests disappear around a corner. She heard a door open and then slam shut. Dead silence filled the air. Colleen heard and felt her own heart beating.

Kate led Colleen towards the Debriefing Room. "This is just a procedural formality. You just have to tell Brother Paul what happened tonight so he can document it. Then you can go home and get some much deserved rest after your excellent performance on your first field assignment."

Colleen smiled weakly. She'd been so proud of herself earlier, but now she wasn't so sure. Colleen put her arm on the nun's habit as Kate raised her blue-striped security access badge. "Wait. Is it true?"

"Is what true, honey?" Kate asked.

"That they're going to kill the vampire. Kill Ben."