A NIght In The AfterLife

Disclaimer: This story was written under the influence of my Internet radio on random, too much DDR, and my personal roller-coaster of emotions and hormones. Make it a game, try to figure out where I hit a mood swing or two. This also was supposed to end up with a major lemon-y scene, but I’m not very good at those, so if it sux, please be nice, but tell me anyway.. I will use many terms from various sources, but that does not mean I buy their explanation, only it is a good term for what I am describing.

I awoke suddenly, for a moment confused as to my whereabouts, and the reason I had been ripped from rest so suddenly. Then all of my memories began flooding back. Sadness. Pain. Anger. Release. Rebirth. It was as if my life were flashing before my eyes, much the same way it is said to when you die. With these memories came a realization, one I had every night. The reason it seemed like I was dying, was because I had, once, only to arise that very night. I ran my tongue over the dry roof of my mouth and felt the back of my teeth, pausing briefly at my extended incisors.
I finally opened my eyes, only to be greeted by darkness even more enveloping than the back of my eyelids had been. I slowly raised my left arm in front of me and pushed against the heavy lid cutting me off from the night. I rose stiffly, more out of habit than need, and kicked one leg over the side of the large crimson crate I had used as my resting place the last 217 years.
Hunger overwhelmed me as I rose fully from my slumber. I needed to feed, and I could hear my prey as close as to me as the floor. As I stepped off of the raised pedestal that my casket was placed upon, my eyes adjusted fully to the darkness around me. I saw many spiders and other such pests, along with a very slim selection of rats. I fought the urge to dive to the floor and profane myself upon these lowly creatures. It also occurred to me that this would strike a little close to home for my “partner-in-crime”, Finale. As if in response to my thoughts (which is not impossible, seeing as my blood flowed in his veins, as well as his in mine) a small brown head, adorned with a natural mask of silky black fur poked over the edge of my coffin.
“G’mornin’, bud.” I said, extending my hand for him to jump to. He opted instead to unfurl his black wings and fly two laps around our dark home. “Yes, a bit of exercise does sound good.”
With that, he perched on my shoulder and I made for the door of the crypt, stopping briefly to don my long, crimson trench-coat and hat. Finale crawled into the special pocket along the left shoulder and nestled down, resting for if and when he would be needed. I passed by my usual favorite spot on the journey outside, and left my various weapons behind, save for a small pouch of throwing knives. Hopefully, even those would go unused.
I had a set agenda for the night. First, I would catch a bite to eat, then pay a visit to my Teen-turned-Eternal-Lover.
I found sustenance in the hospital supply room.( It is not that I frown upon killing humans, but they can be strong-willed creatures, and I did not want any accidents, so I chose to go for a chilled “Nectar of Life”.) I scanned the shelves of the freezer quickly, wanting to be on my way before any alarms were raised. I grabbed a random pouch of the red liquid, then turned to the door and walked out in to the darkness and cool of the night, sated of one hunger that plagued every waking moment of this Non-life I call existence
I walked slowly down the street, scanning the shadows for any threat, familiar or foreign. Being the man I was, you made few friends, and many enemies. I felt Finale stir, so I stopped and ducked into a dark alley next to me. I jumped over a trash can in the alley, narrowly avoiding the beam of the headlights on the black van that drove sluggishly onward. I was constantly hunted by those that wished for my demise, as much as I was sought by those wishing my continued existence, or even hire me for an odd job or two. I did not know which of these this van might possibly be, but I was not in a mood to deal with either.
I stood after I was fairly certain that the van was gone, only to be halted by a light pressure on my shoulders.
“Hi, lover.” I heard from the darkness behind me. “Looking for something?” she asked innocently.
“You know what I was looking for, my love,” I answered, laughing slightly, “ and I was hoping you knew where I could get it.”
At this I felt a slight pressure as Roxee played her lips over the back my neck. “Care to join me at home, mon juene amoureux?” She laughed, because, despite her best efforts, “My Young Lover” was the one of the only phrases I understood in french, as well as the fact that even before the Change I was older than her.
I stood silently and turned to enfold her in my arms. Even Finale got in a kiss or two, when he emerged from his pouch and nuzzled up to the side of Roxee’s face. She hugged me just as hard in return, then turned to lead the way to her humble abode. To say that her home was humble really is an insult though, given the beauty her estate. She, like me, could not really afford to live in direct contact with the humans, but she had found ways to beautify the small apartment that she called home.
We reached the front of her apartment building and, after exchanging a quick glance, leapt to the highest point we could reach and turned our ascent up the stone structure into a friendly race. As I reached the top, I leapt to take hold of the banister of her balcony and flipped gracefully to a stop just inside her screen door, which hung open.
I cannot say what it is that makes her home so beautiful, only that it is so. To fully describe it, I would have to create words that the human mind could comprehend for the levels of awareness my kind had reached. Yes, the posters, wallpapers, sculptures, and all were quite beautiful, but it was the emotion that they broadcast that made this place what it really was.
We strode slowly around, trying to decide the order that tonight’s events would unfold in. I removed my jacket, and told Finale that he could fly around the building, if he wished to stretch his wings, apologizing for keeping him locked up till this point, and walked over to where Roxee stood waiting by her bedroom door. When I reached her, I took a hold of her again, this time kissing her lightly on the cheeks and forehead. She gazed up at me when I pulled away and her eyes spoke of her true desire for this night. I indulged her, by scooping her up in one arm and flinging her door open with the other. I tossed her onto the soft, down pillows and blankets situated over her queen-sized bed and stood at the foot of her bed.
“Babe, I don’t thinkouldould be any happier with the way this night has gone.” I said reflectively, leaning to place my hands on either side of her head, hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Oh, I can think of at least one way, Ettiene, mon ami.” she said, leaning her head forward to kiss my stomach softly.
I kneeled down and kissed her upside-down as I undid the buckles on my shoes and then jumped over her, removing my shirt in mid-leap. As I landed, she whirled around to face me, sitting with her knees touching mine. I leaned in and pushed her so that she lay back with her knees on either side of me, and pulled her shirt out of the hem or her short black skirt, undoing her thick leather belt and corset in the process, kissing her pale-skinned stomach and moving up to her ribs. A small giggle escaped her lips as I began to kiss her on her ribs, still moving upward, removing any pesky clothing I found along the way. I stopped in the valley between her breasts and lavished attention on each one, as well as the valley between them with loving attention, accompanied by Roxee’s squeals of delight and incessant fidgeting. I stopped to look up at her face and see the beautiful smile taking over as her fangs lengthened in response to my work. I moved to her shoulders, then bit into her collarbone gently, showering it in kisses and light nibbles. Then I moved to her neck and finally arrived at her lips, which returned each kiss given with passion.
“My turn.” She said simply when our kiss broke after a few minutes. At this, she moved out from underneath me and moved to straddle my back and leaned over to kiss my back and neck recklessly. I was driven insane with passion, and felt my fangs respond in kind. I tried to turn over andow how her off, but was unfortunately (or fortunately) unsuccessful. She moved to lay on my back, and bit my shoulder softly, then pulled gently, to show that she was ready for me to turn over. I gladly rolled underneath her, so that we now lay face to face with her straddling me, pressing in just enough that I was barely able to keep from ripping our clothes off. She helped with this problem by taking off her shirt from where I had pushed it up above her breasts and unzipping her skirt, so that she sit wearing only her panties, and I in only my thick black fatigue pants. She rocked back and forth a few times before the pure ure got to me and I reached down and guided her hands to my belt, where she gladly obliged by removing my pants, as well as her underwear. We sat like this for a while, just enjoying the sensations of the cool night air on our skin, when she moved over me and slid down so that I was barely outside of her. I shifted suddenly to end the wait, and was overcome with a familiar sensation, both as a vampire, and as a human. The moans that accompanied my own made it certain that Roxee was enshrouded in the same dark passions I know fought to control. So like feeding, killing....but, different, for this time, my partner was feeling the same things I was, not just the numb that overcomes a person when they are fed upon. I imagine this would be what it felt like, if I had not gone numb when I was turned. My mind refocused on the woman on top of me as she ran her hand over my chest, both of us feeling the rising pressure inside ourselves. I wonder if humans feel this way when they make love...Only, I know that they can never be connected to someone so completely that when she reaches her climax, I feel just as intimately as if it were myself felling these sensations. We are simultaneously racked by the waves of pleasure that accompany the end of our act and she rolls to lay beside me, placing her head on my chest, looking up at me with the love that I had thought for 215 years I would be denied, only to find it in a woman barely out of her girlhood, innocent, but ready for anything the world could have thrown at her....
....Except for me. I am still amazed that after the violence of her change, she came to accept me, not as master, for I have never had a slave, and do not wish that, even if it is the way of our kind, but as an equal, and as a lover for eternity and perhaps longer, if the god I have come to worship even in my damned state, accepts us once we are burned or staked, or....well, you get the picture.

I guess what I’m trying to say is...Damn, it feels good to be me.
Stephen A.K.A. Ettiene Lucke.