Blood Red Roses

Blood Red Roses

Title: Blood Red roses
Author: shewolf [whitewolf56au@yahoo.com.au]
Pairing: female/male, ... female/female
Rating + Type: NC17 + vamp,
Disclaimers: This story is mine and all that is in it belongs to me.
Beta: Blaxkdrang
Archive: EA, Forbidden_Pleasures, FemSlash [yahoo groups], AFF.net. Any where else please ask.
Notes: All of my stories can be found on my yahoo group site Shewolf a.k.a Wolfy. [ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/shewolf_aka_wolfy/ ]
This is a Fem-Vamp fic, it may not be for the faint hearted. So be fore warned
Summery: They say that you should never be frightened of what you can see…They lied.

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The tower’s built of spit and spite,
Without a sound, without a sight.
The biter bit, the bitter bite.
(It’s better to be out at night)


They say that you should never judge a book by it’s cover and they are right, for to look at me you would see a sweet sometimes innocent female, but if you were to get to know me it would be a totally different story.

I am over 500 years old, my birth place was Venice Italy. My mother raised me to be a Courtesan as she was by hers. As far as we can go back in our family line we were all courtesans.

A man may choose me but the final decision is mine if I wish to be with him and I did not come cheap. I owned my own home and had 7 servants to my name. My wardrobe was filled with the most beautiful of fabrics, jewels of all shapes and sizes filled my coffer.

The first time I saw him was at the Kings Ball, I was there with my –date- a very sweet old Lord who showered me with the best jewels in the land.
The lord was rich in many departments except one, his penis was small and his lovemaking did nothing for me except make me yawn.

This dark lord danced well and his charm was known far and wide. They say that he could have any woman or man he set his sights on, and this evening his sights were set on me.

I danced many steps with him and even let him kiss my cheek, my mistake was not giving him permission to escort me home.
I let my lord make love to me that night and watched from my balcony as he left a few hours later the diamond necklace sparkling in my hand.
I heard the scream but paid no heed to it, screams were often heard in the dead of the night that was part and parcel of living here.

My peaceful sleep was broken but screams in my own home, blood curdling screams, and growling from a beast.
I raced down the hallway and slipped in the dark, landing hard on my backside. I tried to get up but my hand slip from underneath me. The whole floor was wet, sticky and smelled of blood.

The next thing I remember was being lifted up by my hair and dragged along the wet floor to my room. The door was slammed shut my heart pounding in my chest deafened me. I lay there shivering wondering should I try to run or wait and see what will happen to me. I have always prided myself on being able to talk myself out of any situation.

“Good evening my lady, you should have taken me up on my offer for escorting you home. If you had your old lord would be alive now, as would your whole household. But you had to play your games and for that you will pay and pay dearly”

I saw his face clearly in the moon light, pale and cold but his eyes, his eyes were something else. At the ball they were black as black as the night without stars, but now they were red as if on fire.

I screamed as he took two steps forward, I tried to get up and run but he grabbed my hair and yanked me back.
He ripped my nightgown off and threw me onto the bed. He pried my legs open and thrusted his hand into my making me scream out with pain.

I tried to tell him I would give him anything he wanted he didn’t need to take it by force. But my word fell on deaf ears, he turned me over and thrusted in to dry anus, the more I screamed the harder he thrusted till I passed out from the pain.

I awoke with the sense of being drowned but it was only the water that was thrown over me that gave me that me feeling.
He was now standing before me naked, I admired his torso he was tall than most men I have known and his manhood was long and fat, I licked my lips.

“I see you like, what you see, so take me and if you do a good job on me I might just let you live” He hissed at me.

I opened my mouth and sucked him from the base to the tip, my tongue circling his shaft. My mother had taught me my craft and skill so I knew he would crumble at my movements and skill at lovemaking.
But he did not he grabbed my head and thrusted into my mouth and down my throat making me gag.
He held my head tightly and continued thrusting till he came, he tasted like no other I have ever tasted. He tasted of death and blood.

“That is how you do it woman not like you were doing it. Now spread your legs and feel me again in you”

He did not wait to recover he took me again this time at least I was moist and partially ready to receive him. He lifted my hips off the mattress and thrusted into me, I thought I was feeling his penis right up to my throat. After he came in my hole he took himself out and not waiting for me lifted my hips higher and thrusted into my anus again, it had not healed from the last time but he did not care.

“I must admit that you are a good lay, maybe the best I have had in a long time. For this I will let you live and use you when I want”

The next thing I saw was his mouth opening wide and dear God those teeth, he bit down onto my neck and I felt my life slipping away from me.

One hundred years later

I have grown tired of his abuse and his need to use me every night in whatever way he sees fit.
I am now like him and heal very quickly but that is not the point. So after the sun rises I will change things I will wait for him to sleep and will myself to stay awake, I have a plan and will see it through.

He lies there in his place of rest, hands folded over his chest eyes closed, his breathing is still he does know what is about to befall him.

I lift the sword high above my head and plunge it deeply into his heart it comes out the other side of him and through his coffin. As I flee I tip the candle-stand over it catches alight on the oil that lies on the floor that I had spilled just moments before. I slam the door shut behind me tipping that candle-stand over as well.

I can hear his screams of pain and agony but I care not he deserves this and much more. I flee into the night and rest on the rooftops watching the house burn and smiling to myself.

Present time

I have lived an interesting life, they say that some of your sire is in you when he or she makes you.
Is that why I am like I am, taking what and who I wish and when? Not caring who I hurt? Not giving a damn?

I have killed more people than I can remember, tasted more different types of blood some sweet and innocent like a child’s and some like mature wine.
I have had sex with men, women and children, some good and some not.

I see him watching me, he asked if I wished to dance. I love to dance and let him hold me tightly against his strong body.
I let him take me home and watch as he removes his clothing for me. His body reminds me of that of my sire. Long and strong even his penis reminds me of my old sire. Perhaps that is why I did what I did to him, with out mercy or caring.

I tie his wrists to the bed-head and lay kisses down his body, his penis rises quickly in anticipation of what is to come, but what comes he is unprepared for.

I suck him from his base to his tip circling his shaft with my moist hot tongue, he moans and raises his hips off the bed to meet my sucking.
I look at him waiting for his eyes to open when they do I smile and open my mouth wide to reveal my teeth pointy and sharp.

His eyes open wide like saucers and I hear his heart skip several beats. He wants to run but can’t I hold his shaft tightly making his blood fill it to its brim. That is when I strike, biting hard down onto him draining the blood from his penis.

He lies limp now tears streaming down his face eyes closed. I retrieve the hard toy that lies in the dresser draw, I do not oil it I just shove it into him, into his tight dry arse hole.
He screams out in pain and begs me to stop. The more he begs the harder and deeper I go till he lies there bleeding.

I make his penis come to life again but this time I let him climax. The difference between a vampire and a mortal is that vampires can recover in seconds while mortals can take up to 10 minutes.

But he does recover and while sucking him off again I thrust the toy into him. I am relentless all through the night finally I need my rest and leave him there in the dried up blood and semen.

10 years later

I did not see it coming, you think I would have considering who and what I am. I let that boy live and have used him every time I needed to and wanted to which by the way was every night.

He did not sleep with me no-one sleeps with me or in the same room as me. I do not sleep in a coffin couldn’t think of anything worse than sleeping in a dark cold coffin.

My bed is wide and soft just the way a courtesan’s bed would be, if I were still a courtesan that is.
I did not see it coming till it was too late till I awoke with the searing pain of the sword in my heart. I did not smell the petrol till it was alight and the flames lapping at my bed.

He stood in the doorway watching, holding a knife in his hands when he knew that I could not escape that I could not flee my fate, he plunged the knife deep into his heart and slid down the frame. ***

I watched her burn and smiled, she told me once how she killed her sire and I remembered it, I remembered it well.

She was my sire she made me but I would not be like her, I would not kill or drain their blood.
I would not have my way with them I was determined to brake the mould and that is why I did what I did.

I held the sword high above her and plunged it deep into her cold black heart so hard it came out the other side of her and her bed.
I dropped the lighter on to the petrol soaked floor and watched as the flames took her bed and then her.
And then with a peaceful mind and heart I plunged the long knife into my own heart and with enough force made it go right through me.

They say that fire and flame’s washes all evil and dead things away. I pray that this is so.

But a warning to you kind warm blooded readers… If you meet a stranger in the night that seems too good to be true… guess what? They are ….

The End