Dorian, 300 years old casualty

From Create Your Own Story

You're cock's been pounding the sweet ass of Margaret for the last twenty minutes when eventually you reach the orgasm and release you seed into the runnaway's bowels. She falls to a side exhausted by your assaults. You gently lick her sweaty neck and plunge your fangs into her artery. The explosion of the endorphine charged blood in your mouth brings you quickly to a second orgasm as the poor girl passes away.

You're wiping the stains from your evening meal from your face when you hear a terrible scream comming from the Hansen's home.

They have been your neighboors for the last 60 years, you've fucked through three generations of their daughters, sisters and wives and the men have served you well. Rosie, one of their daughters just turned eighteen and you're eager to take her virginity.

Moving in this suburban neighboorhood in the fifties has allowed you to retire from the politics of the vampire world. You've lived in peace since then, feeding from different sources to avoid bringing too much attention, rarely killing your victims, fucking any hot pussy you could lay your hands on. From time to time your human slaves bring you a young runnaway - just like the girl laying in your bedroom - so you can indulge your killer instincts. You love your domain and feel no urge to go see elsewhere, the outside world has made you suffer too much. It's been a good life so far and you really don't want it end.

You rush in the corridor connecting the two houses and emerge in their basement. The first thing that hits you is the smell of blood and sex, you can sense as well one of your own. Infuriated you climb the stairs. You wonder who dared not acknowloged the warning gliffs you've covered the neighbouhood with. Any vampire should know better than to feed in a place with such signs. Whoever it is you're going to make him or her pay...

When you open the door to the living room you realize that there is not one but three vamps in the house.

Where do you go from here?

There's a blood trail in the living room leading to the kitchen.

You can hear the panting of Rosie comming from her room, upstairs.