Being a part of a rock-and-roll
world tour was an unimaginable experience for Alex, who had never even been out
of California before this trip. He took
every opportunity he could to enjoy the benefits of foreign travel. In Paris, he explored the Louvre and Notre
Dame. In Rome, he toured the Vatican
and the Coliseum. He walked by the
former site of the Berlin Wall. He
toured Big Ben and Buckingham Palace.
He shopped in Harrod’s, and on the Champs Elysee.
And then there were the women. Alex was as torn as ever over his
relationship with Misty. He truly loved
her, more than anyone he had ever known.
She was sweet and loving, vivacious and energetic, beautiful and
sexy. Plus she was a fantastic singer
and an amazing performer. He couldn’t
think of how he could even imagine a more perfect woman, friend or lover. But he was afraid to tell her about his
secret. At the same time, he continued
to indulge himself, both to feed and to be pleasured.
One night, walking along the Seine
in Paris, he pondered the inevitable.
He knew that if he was going to stay with Misty, he would have to tell
her the truth. He wondered how she
would deal with the news that her boyfriend was a vampire. He imagined that she would scream or faint
or run away. As much as he hoped, he
didn’t think she would ever be able to accept him once she knew.
He looked along the shore, watching
the Parisians in their city. There were
many couples, expressing their love in varying degrees. Some walked while holding hands. Others kissed. There were pairs who took advantage of the shadows to clutch and
caress, and some who simply fucked.
Alex felt so alone watching them all, his two weeks of love making him
feel positively ancient.
Then he saw a couple which stood out
to his special senses. The man seemed
overpowered by his companion. Alex
recognized the look on his face, the eyes fluttering and the gasping
mouth. The woman was latched onto his
throat, and after first holding the man’s hands at the wrists, she then let go
and reached into the man’s pockets.
When she was done, she whispered something into the man’s ear, stuffed a
wallet into a pocket in her skirt, and ran off, leaving the man to slump to the
ground.
Alex followed the woman. He wanted to know if she was, like him, a
vampire. So far, the only other vampire
he knew of was Lauren. If this woman
was another immortal, he wanted to meet her, and maybe learn more about his
existence.
After a couple blocks, the woman
slowed down. She smoothed down her
clothes, and ducked into a cafe just off the main walk. Alex peered into the cafe, which was dark
and almost empty. He stepped inside and
headed towards the back, where he saw her form disappear into the shadows.
The back room was completely empty,
and Alex couldn’t see where the woman had gone. He looked into one corner, and then the other, and still no sign
of her. Suddenly he felt a hand grip
him tightly on the shoulder, spinning him around. The woman wrapped her other arm around the back of his neck and
kissed him. It was a hard, almost
brutal kiss, with her tongue forcing itself into his mouth.
“You will obey me,” she demanded,
speaking in English, but with a slight French accent.
Alex smiled, recognizing what she
had been trying to do. He quickly
pondered feigning obediance, but discarded the idea because he knew he wouldn’t
be able to do a good enough job of faking it.
Additionally, he wanted to learn from this woman. “Lady, you’ve got the wrong vampire.”
“Vam-peer?” she gasped, her accent
slipping in more strongly. “You are
vam-peer also?”
He examined the woman. She looked very young, and, despite her
rather shoddy clothes, very beautiful.
“Yes, I am a vampire also.” He extended his hand in greeting. “I’m Alex.”
She took the hand. “I am Giselle. You are not French.”
“No, I’m not. I’m an American.”
They looked at each other for a
moment. “How long have you
been...” They both spoke at the same
time, then they both stopped at the same time.
Alex smiled, and Giselle giggled.
“You first,” he stuck in first.
She looked around, then took his
hand and led him back towards the street.
Before they exited, Giselle was met by another woman, who looked like
the manager of the restaurant. The
woman pulled down the collar of her flowing peasant’s blouse, exposing her
breasts. Giselle nuzzled her, then took
a quick drink. The woman smiled and
played with Giselle’s hair while she drank.
When she was done, Giselle held the woman close, kissing her in a
passionate embrace. Then Giselle took
Alex’s hand again and they left.
“Marie has been a.. friend for a
long time. She helped me when I was
first brought over. I was sleeping on
the street in front of her restaurant and she brought me in. She offered to feed me, although not in the
way she imagined. Since then, she has
been a friend, confidant, and protector.
If I’m ever in need, I go to Marie, and she takes care of me.”
“Is she your slave?” Alex asked.
“Non,” Giselle replied. “She helps me of her own free will. But I still give her pleasure.”
“You mean she’s a lesbian?”
Giselle giggled again. “I don’t think so. But she and I have shared a bed.
It was the first time for her, and probably the only.”
Alex asked Giselle again how she
became a vampire. She swallowed and
shivered as she thought of that night when she was taken. “It was about three years ago. I was on the streets, selling myself.” She clutched her loose sweater tightly
against her chest. “This woman came
through the quarter, being driven in a beautiful car. I had never seen anyone so incredible.”
“She rolled down the window,
whistled to me, and held out a one-thousand franc note. That was all I needed to see. I got into the car with her, and we drove
away. She told me to take off my
clothes and suck her down here.”
Giselle gestured to her crotch.
“I don’t remember anything else.
After that first taste, I’m sure I was her mindless pleasure toy.”
“About a week later, I woke up on
Marie’s doorstep. I didn’t know what
had happened or even who I was until Marie got close to me. My body took over after that. And that’s about it.”
“Did you ever find out who made
you?”
She shook her head. “Never.
All she left me with was this body and a thank you note.”
Alex’s attention was caught by her
comment. “What do you mean she left you
with ‘this body’?”
Giselle arched her eyebrow. “You think I always looked like this? Before that night, I was a child. Now I’m a woman, a goddess even.” Giselle said she was fourteen when she was
converted. He would have guessed she
was about ten years older. Her hair was
long, straight and dark. Her “child’s
body” was now a size 4, except for the D-cup breasts which stood out on her
32-inch frame.
“But how did it happen? How could she change you so much?”
“You ask a lot of questions, you
know?” Giselle turned off the street to
a doorway, which she unlocked and opened. “Apres vous,” she said as she pointed inside. They climbed a steep, narrow stairway to the
next floor, to Giselle’s apartment. She
told Alex to make himself comfortable while she changed clothes.
“The answer,” she said, “is simpler
than you think. Or rather, all you have
to do is think about it.”
“What do you mean? You’re talking in riddles.”
Giselle reappeared from the back
room, wearing a transparent baby-doll and matching panties. She smiled at Alex’s reaction to her new
outfit. She noted both his wide eyes
and his obvious hard-on. She blew him a
kiss as she settled onto a comfortable-looking loveseat.
“Apparently, when your companion
drinks from you, your desires are transferred through your fluids. Someone I met told me it’s a genetic
transformer, whatever that means. But
you can make your companion into whatever you want.” She fondled her breasts through the sheer fabric, hardening her
nipples. “Apparently, the vampire who
turned me wanted a big-breasted fuck-toy.”
Alex was astounded by what Giselle
was telling him. In an instant, he
suddenly understood why Misty wasn’t enslaved by his touch, his kiss, or his
come. When he was with her, he wanted
her to want him or not want him because it was what she wanted, while all of
the other women were his slaves because that was what he wanted from them. He also realized this was how he became the
way he was. He hadn’t changed much, but
the differences were obvious to him, such as his enlarged dick.
He wondered further whether that was
how a vampire turned his companion.
“Have you ever made another vampire?” Alex asked.
Giselle shook her head. “Non.
I don’t know how to do that. I
tried once, but it didn’t happen. There
must be some other secret to that.”
Giselle stretched out her legs and reclined on the loveseat. “So, have you ever made it with another
vampire?” she asked seductively.
Alex grinned, and wondered how
sturdy Giselle’s furniture was.
Alex rushed from Giselle’s flat to
the nearest Metro station, so he could meet Misty at the stadium as her concert
was ending. He was feeling good from
his encounter with Giselle, if only because he now knew of at least one other
vampire in the world. Somehow, sharing
his feelings and experiences with another made him feel better about himself
and his condition.
But there was still something
nagging at him. His relationship with
Misty was fantastic, but there was still that one thing between them. He desparately wanted to tell her the truth
about himself. As he rode on the train,
watching the people get on and off the train, he thought about how special this
woman was, and how much he wanted to tell her everything about himself, no
matter what the risk.
The train pulled
into his stop. Most of the people were
trying to board the train, having come from Misty’s concert. As he saw them mill past him, with his
lover’s face staring back at him from t-shirts and posters, he knew what he had
to do. Tonight, she would learn the
truth.