At the Fetish Parasite

As my human side died, I could feel my vampire side take hold. I grew stronger over the next few days and soon was able to leave my room. Brietta, my elderly nurse, told me a little bit about my new life and my new family.

We are a lot like humans, except for this “gift” we have. It sounded similar to a virus in the way that the vampire blood takes hold of a human’s cells and changes them. When Dominic and his followers “created” me, I was drained of most of my human blood then filled with vampire blood, in small doses. I have no memory of what happened after they bit me, so I supposed I blacked out from exsanguination. Then, when I awoke, I just kept drinking from Dominic’s tap, either through his veins or through the infamous pewter cup. Although viruses usually cause the victim pain and suffering, this one gave the recipient the antithesis: we could live forever, as long as we were supplemented with fresh blood daily. Therefore, as I continued to feed, I replaced blood back into my body and my vampire blood replicated itself.

I was now immortal--to a degree. The vampire blood has curative properties; if I got cut, I would heal faster. The more time spent as a vampire the stronger the blood becomes and in time I would heal instantly. The “older” vampires ( the ones who have been vampires longer ) were known to have super-human strength that was unparalleled and were virtually immune to death of any kind. In truth, I would catch no diseases nor die of old age, but if I got hit by a bus, and lost all my blood, I would die--forever. Brietta told me that this was a folly of newborn vampires, they became megalomaniacd trd tried to test their new bodies, which usually ended disastrously in death. If Dominic, who was a few hundred years old, lost an arm, he might be able to reattach it, but he would not grow a new one.

All the old superstitions about vampires were mostly false. Garlic wouldn’t repel us, and we had reflections. A stake through the heart would kill us, so would other violent ways humans can die. Sunlight was very painful to both our skin and eyes and it might actually blind a budding vampire and scar their flesh. We would suffer if left to sit in direct sunlight without protection. We were generally nocturnal, because we could feed better at night than in broad daylight and we don’t have to sleep in coffins, if we don’t want to. My senses did grow stronger, like a mythical beast of prey, living to satisfy my needs of hunger and gratification.

My appetite was voracious, and not only for blood. I lusted for everyone. Somes wes we would have orgies and I learned to look at women in a new sexual light. It was obvious that Dominic seemed to favor me. I felt, though, that he was only caring for me because I was the newest member of the group, and he held no actually “love” for me. This caused a little jealousy, especially among the other women of our group. This became very apparent the first night I was strong enough to get out of bed and meet the congregation.

Most of our sect would wear the long cowled robes, but others would wear normal street clothing. There is something so bonding about a whole family of people wearing the same thing that denotes membership. We were like a huge fraternity: we threw parties every night in our own personal club, except we killed people instead of playing drinking games.

Dominic had sent for me and he brought me a robe identical to everyone else’s in the group. He helped me slip into it while he told me about a minor ceremony that I could attend if I felt up to it. Brietta protested that I wasn’t strong enough, but Dominic told her that he would take care of me.

We walked into a central room and there were several of people sitting on chairs in a circle around a central dais. Everyone was dressed in the ceremonial robes and the only light camom tom the candles that some members of our tribe were holding. There was a couple on the dais and the woman was on all fours in front of the man as he was pounding into her from behind. Her short dark hair glistened with sweat and her back arched as she thrust her exposed pussy onto his cock. He had his hands on the round mound of her ass and with each shove, I could see ripples pulsate up the flesh of her bottom. He paused and shoved her down to the ground and away from him. He gripped his member tightly and milked it for a moment until his hot cum sprayed all over her back. She was covered in the drippy goo and some even had shot into her hair. He rose and stumbled off the stage only to be replaced by another guy in his place.

As the newest partner approached the stage, the woman rose and crawled toward him. He was naked too and stroking his nearly hard penis. She stayed on her knees and shoved his entire length into her mouth. Her cheeks sucked in as she rolled her tongue over the head. She increased her rhythm and soon I could see the muscles of his ass flex with each of her thrusts. Then he pulled out of her mouth and covered her face with his ejaculation.

This woman satisfied three more men who were standing in the queue. What was this building up to? Moreover, more importantly when do I get to take her spot?

“What is this ceremony?” I whispered to Dominic.

“This is just the beginning; the ceremony actually hasn’t started. This was just a bit of fun before we get down to business. Each of the women make wagers on how many men they can please before they get tired. Camille bet she could take five and she won her bet. It was for bragging rights mostly. The rules are that the number of men line up and wait their turn. Each man has to shoot where we can all see to prove that he came. There will be another contest after the ceremony if you want to stay for it.”

Stay for it? I was so horny from watching this woman get plowed by these men that I wanted nothing more than to stay. The ceremony got underway and it was little more than just a meeting.

Dominic stood on the center of the dais and addressed the crowd. “As many of you know, we intercepted a small reconnaissance band from the ‘Nubile Succubi’...” Dominic began speaking I somewhat tuned out. My mind was stuck on Camille and the five men she had fucked.

“...We believe that they may try to infiltrate our organization either through spies or a direct attack...” I tried hard to listen to Dominic and make sense of what he was saying but it was little use. I slipped my hand into my robe and I started playing with myself.

“...These enemies were put to death and we fear for retaliation...” The image of Camille standing over a man as he lay on the floor burned into my brain.

“...We need to be vigilant...” She had lowered herself down onto him and I had seen the man shudder when he entered her. I closed my eyes and replayed the scene over in my head.

Soon Dominic came to the end of his speech and he got down off the dais. He came back to his place next to me and narrated the game as it happened.

The new contest was about to start and Camille got onstage, this time clad in her robe. She announced her feat and asked if anyone would challenge her title. A petite woman walked forward. She looked like as was of mixed race yet I couldn’t tell what mixture. She had an olive complexion and long curly hair. She slowly teased off her robe revealing her tan breasts and dusky nipples followed by a black triangle of pubic hair. Dominic told me that her name was Majida and she was a very old vampire. He said that she was born in Arabia where she was a harem girl.

Six men took their place in line and she prepared herself on the dais. As the first walked up on the stage, she motioned the second guy to walk forward too. She positioned herself between them so that she backed into one and wrapped her mouth around the other. She braced herself on all fours and let the guy behind her pump away while the other fucked her face.

I was furiously pinching my clit between my fingers, growing increasingly horny as I watched. Dominic was next to me and he must have realized what I was doing. He pushed his chair back a bit so he was almost outside of the circle. He parted his robe in the front and pulled thetom tom of mine up. He pulled me on his lap with such expertise that I slid right onto him. He braced his hands on the sides of my ribs gently lifting me up and down. I was straddling him and the balls of my feet were hardly touching the ground. My thighs flexed and strained to help lift me. He pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers causing me to cry out. A few people stopped watching the show on the dais and just watched us instead. There were a few looks of contempt, again mostly from the women, but I didn’t care, I just wanted this needy fire in me to be quenched. I just wanted Dominic to come, I wanted to give him that. Before long, I got my wish.

He crossed his arms across my lap and pulled me back against him as hard as he could. His gigantic prick strained against my cervix and I could feel his seed explode inside of me. At the same time, his balls clenched underneath me and he audibly gasped. I opened my eyes to see that everyone was staring at us, like we had cttedtted some major faux pas. Even Majida had paused, and she stood frozen, looking at us, a man’s hard cock clenched in her hand. Dominic cleared his throat and slid me over to my own chair.

“Majida,” Dominic announced to her as well as the crowd, “I’m sorry but your performance was so alluring that I needed a similar release.”

The crowd seemed to accept his apology, but a few stares of hatred still glared my way. Majida continued her conquest but it was obvious that the mood had been broken, and shortly afterward, she had given up. Soon the crowd dispersed and everyone retreated to their rooms. Dominic led me back to my room and tried to sh ovh over my fears that everyone hated me.

“In a few days everyone will forget what happened. They are just jealous that I have been paying so much attention to you.”

“Why is that?” I asked, “I mean why are you paying me so much attention?”

“The very first night I saw you,” he said as he smiled, “I could sense how strong your mind is. You will see, as your powers grow you will be a very formidable vampire. In fact we will need you in our coming battle.”

“What was that you were talking about in the meeting? Nubile Succubi?”

Dominic’s jaw clenched as I mentioned that name.

“They are a rival coven,” Dominic told me. “Their leader is a vampire by the name of Lethian Devilspike. There are mostly women who are in his brood, hence the name. They want to destroy us at all costs.”

“But why?”

“Actually it is an age old rivalry between us. Don’t worry about it too much,” he kissed me on the forehead. “When the time comes, and ther a w a war, you will be ready.”

This thought puzzled me slightly, but I had the feeling that I would learn more about myself. Over the next few days, I set about exploring as much as I could about my new home and my new powers.


Our home was a series of tunnels underneath the Fetish Parasite, which of course was run by us. What better front for a vampire coven than a gothic/industrial club? Nightly we were seen in and out of the club and no one took any special notice of us. Most of us looked young and could easily pass for some rebellious troubled youth, who tried their hardest to look different--just like everyone else.

Dominic and his brood usually fed on the plenty of vagrants and prostitutes that inhabited the Hollywood area. There was an endless supply of nameless, faceless humans whose absences would go unnoticed. When one was found, dead on the sidewalk, it was no great loss. We kept a side passageway into the club open all day, and usually some unsuspecting homeless person would wander in to get some sleep and end up being a meal. We also roamed the streets looking for prey. It might sound callous to a human being, but as a hunter, this was my new nature--feed, at all costs. The older vampires required more blood than us younger ones, they would need to feed on a corpse each day. The younger generation could share one or make due with a rat or small animal.

I slept in the daytime and once the club opened, I would mingle around with the crowd. We had a few rules though, no one was allowed to feed on the club goers, because we couldn’t very well have corpses strewn across the floor as people tried to dance. In addition, we should by no means feed on another vampire because if we all killed each other then there would be no more of our kind. When the club let out, some of us would exit the club with the crowd and make our kills. After about a week I was allowed to go out hunting and I could make my first kill.

Claire, my flaxen “sister”, and I were to go out in our own hunting party. Before we had left, Dominic pulled her aside and told her to make sure she took care of me. I saw her roll her eyes and then she looked at me with a small flash of hatred that she quickly hid. I felt very much like a little child who had to tag along with my big sis.

We exited the club and didn’t even get to the end of the street before I heard my name being shouted. I turned back to see Jeena sitting on the bus stop bench in front of the entrance. She was very drunk and she shrieked and ran up to hug me before exploding into a rapid fire of questions: Where have I been? How did I get home that night? Why hadn’t I called her? I looked at Claire, who expelled an exasperated breath completely bored with this situation.

“I’m sorry, we have to get going,” Claire butted in before I could even answer any of Jeena’s questions.

“Wait! Lets go get some food,” Jeena said before we could leave, her eyes beseeching me to stop and talk to her.

I pulled Claire aside and pointed out to her that Jeena was the reason for me coming to the club the night of the ritual and I owed her an explanation. She stopped for a moment then smiled. She threw her arm around Jeena exaggeratedly, as if they were long lost friends.

“Sure! Let’s go get some food!” Claire squealed in a sarcastic mimicry of Jeena, throwing her other arm around me, “I know a great place over on the next street!”

Hollywood was far from its glamorous past, it was now a dumping ground for the lowest echelons of human society. It had been decades since it had even been considered an acceptable place to be after dark. There had been race riots around the year 2010, that he destroyed much of the storefronts, and the city hadn’t even bothered to rebuild. They figured that if the inhabitants wanted to live like animals, they would be free to do so. The LAPD didn’t even bother investigating any of the unsolved murders in the area—which was a benefit to the vampires, but a shame for the law-abiding citizens. They had turned their attentions to the more affluent area of the city and left the slum to rot. In fact, drug dealer and prostitutes had free rein on the streets without the bother of the cops busting them.

We were dressed in typical club-goer fashion that made us look much like the whores that stood waiting for customers. We got our fair share of catcalls from passing cars, especially because we were three beautiful women walking down the street hugging each other. The heat of the day had dissipated somewhat and I could smell the chlorine from the pools in the Hollywood Hills.

We walked a block down the Walk of Fame before turning into a pitch-black alleyway. It was a claustrophobic place, and it smelled of animal corpses that had been left to rot in the summer heat. There was a dumpster on the right side that was probably the cause of most of the smell. The alley ended in a chain link fence in back of an abandoned building about twenty yards down. Near the dumpster, there was newspaper, spread out on the ground with an article about the Mayor of Los Angeles with a fresh pile of human feces sitting on top of his picture. We walked down to the far end away from the street just past the dumpster when Jeena stopped.

“The restaurant is down here?” Jeena asked, suddenly terrified.

“This is where we are going to eat,” Claire told her and smiled showing her spiked teeth.

In a second, Claire pulled Jeena in anciouciously tore open her neck, severing her windpipe so she couldn’t scream. Jeena’s blood flowed down the front of her shirt and into her lungs asphyxiating her. Claire pushed her away before the blood could fall on her own clothing. As Jeena fell to the trash-strewn floor Claire emitted an unearthly laugh. I ran to Jeena, too shocked and horrified to digest what had just happened. My friend was lying there, dying, in an alley next to a fresh pile of shit and I couldn’t stop it.

“Stupid bitch, wasn’t even worth feeding on,” Claire cackled oblivious to me “Oh well, lets find some real food.” Then she started out of the alley.

I was up into a run at a moments notice, flung myself at Claire and tackled her.

“That was my friend!” I screamed as we tumbled to the ground. “You killed her!”

She was stronger than me and landed a solid blow to my chest throwing me several feet into the alley. I was stunned and got the breath knocked out of me. Claire was up in a second and stalked toward me. She towered over me, reached down, and grabbed a handful of my hair pulling me to my feet.

“Listen to me,” she hissed into my ear, “I don’t give a fuck who she was. I don’t give a fuck who you are. You think you’re special because you are Dominic’s flavor of the month. We all know what’s going on here. You show up and we start getting spied on by Lethian’s band. How do we know you’re not a spy?”

She drew a very sharp nail across my cheek drawing blood. I futilely tried to slap her away from me but she caught my hand. She laughed again and threw my head hard into the brick building sending a torrent of blood rushing down my face. She dropped me there and walked a few feet away. She looked as if she was going to leave me there in the alley when she stopped.

“You know,” she said as I was trying to get up. “I could just kill you right now. I will tell everyone that you really are a spy and tried to ambush me.” She turned around fully so I could see her silhouetted against a streetlight and it appeared that she had an eerie halo.

I had managed to rise to a kneeling position and strained to keep my flowing head wound from blinding me with my own blood. Claire savagely kicked at my head but I had managed to block the kick and grabbed her ankle sending her off balance. Her tiny form flew to the side and the back of her head struck the corner of the dumpster.

I got up defensively, ready for any attack she might try. A second passed without her moving, then a minute. The whole time I stared wide-eyed at her unmoving form. I saw a broken broom handle near my foot and I reached down to pick it up. It was about two feet long and the end had been splintered but if she tried to attack me again, I use it as a club. I moved silently over to her prostrate form. Her eyes were closed and she looked unconscious.

Did she honestly believe I was a spy? The thought scared me. It wasn’t until I felt a burning sensation on my cut cheek that I realized that I was crying and my salty tears were running into my new wound.

“You lie, and you know it. I’m not a spy. I would never betray Dominic. It’s your jealousy that makes you say these things.”

I paused for a response but got none.

“Claire.” I said trying to get her u

Nothing.

“Claire!”

Still nothing.

I poked her with the top of my foot in her side and she lunged at me at once, murder in her eyes and teeth gleaming. I ineptly thrust my club up between us but she saw it too late.

The splintered end drove deep into her left eye socket impaling her brain. Her right, and unimpaired, eye wide with surprise, looked through me. Her jaw opened and shut jerkily, like a robotic fish, with muscle spasms. Claire died right there, in my arms; I had killed her.

The big night of my first kill had came and went. However, I did not feed, I had killed one of my own. I walked back to the club not even knowing how I could explain all that had happened in that alleyway.