Blood Lust Part Two

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My name is Jackson Shaw. I’m a historian, a philosopher, a night club owner, and oh yes, a vampire. I live in Ohio, and for the most part I have a neat, quiet existence. I wake up every morning at 6, hop out of bed, have a shower, get dressed, and then head over to my favorite coffee shop for my morning tea. This has been my morning ritual ever since I arrived here about a year ago.  Now I know to most, this is not what you were expecting the life of vampire to be. I know that the imagination conjures up portraits of coffins and bats, and any measure of other gothic images. But truth be told, my life is most likely no different from many of you. What most humans know about vampires is mostly Hollywood smoke and mirrors. And the small measure of truth that you gather from myth and legend is so often chalked up to just that, myth and legend. The truth behind my kind is not as entertaining. So for the sake of understanding I would like to educate you on what is truth, and what is myth. First, as I stated before I sleep in a bed, not a coffin. And yes, you did hear correctly when I stated that I was drinking tea. Before I go any further I feel it is important for you to understand how necessary it is for my kind to blend in. And it would surely be noticed if someone never ate nor drank. We eat only for appearances; human food can not sustain us. Another myth is that we can fly. Well, that is not totally a myth. Let me just say that I can not fly. There are legends in the vampiric world of members of our kind who could indeed sprout wings and fly. They were said to be very old, very powerful and all were female. I have never met one of these vampires so I can not truly say that they do not exist. But what I do know to be true is that we can not turn into bats or wolves as the cinema would have you to believe. However, what we can do to some degree is influence human minds. And I suspect that one could most likely trace some of these myths back to one of my brethren who had a flare for the theatric Another untruth is that we can not bare sunlight. Well, it is not a total untruth. Yes we can survive in the sun, but our powers are slightly diminished. One of my favorite myths is that you need to be bitten three times, or to drink vampiric blood to be turned. Both of those concepts are totally untrue. The only way to be turn is to be envenomed by a vampire. Being bitten by a vampire is akin to being bitten by a venomous viper. The only difference being that we can control when, and to whom the venom is delivered. That being said, there are some legends that are true. We do have a serious problem with silver, and fire. Truth be told, silver and fire are two of a very short list of things that can harm us. Oh, how could I forget? My list would not be complete is if did not speak on crosses. In short, the only way a cross could harm me is if it were made of silver and on fire. Now it was during one of my morning rituals that this story begins. I was sitting at my favorite table by one of the large picture windows that framed the door of my favorite coffee shop. Lisa, the insanely lovely Asian waitress had just set down my tea. And as we engaged in idle chit chat, I admired the way her t-shirt hugged her ample breast, and the way her jeans embraced her abundant hips. We had been speaking for a few minutes when she informed me that she had better get back to work before her boss would start screaming. She took about two steps and looked over her shoulder at me. Easily catching me ogling her ripe, firm backside. She flashed me a knowing smile and turned to walk over to clear a near by table. I listened to her thoughts as she purposely bent over to give me a better look at her assets. ” So he like what he sees huh?….I will just give him a little show and maybe he will get up the courage to ask me out…for Gods sake I have been flirting with him for three weeks now…but what if he dose not fine me attractive…what if he has a girlfriend..” I smiled to myself and took a mental note to make sure to ask her out escort avcılar at my next visit. It was then that my attention was broken by the sound of laughter. As I turned my gaze, it was met by the appearance of three lovely women entering the shop. They all looked to be in their early 20’s and were dressed in what one might call Goth attire. I knew the genre of their accoutrements well because it was the preferred apparel of those who would frequent my club. They were all lovely but there was something about one of them that drew my eye to her. She stood about 5’2, with short black hair and soft brown eyes. Her breasts were large and firm and thrust proudly from under her blouse. Her hips were round and womanly, and I remember thinking “she has a body built to sin.” I watched her for a while as she chatted with her friends and ordered her coffee. There was something about her that I could just not put my finger on. I took a deep breath, and could smell her skin. She smelled sweet like cinnamon and sugar, and I thought “I bet she will taste even better that she smells.” I decided then that she would be on my menu sooner or later. I took a last sip of my tea and gathered my things. I had to make my way to the ladies before they left the shop. But as fate would have it I was rushing for no reason. Because as they walked to the door they were confronted by several young men who blocked the ladies departure as they entered the shop. “Well, well, well, look at what we have here, if it is not the wicked witch of the East and her sisters.” Said the rather large young man who was obviously the leader of this pack. “Fuck off Tom! You and your ass hole buddies have not changed since high school. When are you going to grow the fuck up?” Said the object of my attentions, as she walked up fearlessly to face the one named Tom. “What is it that you call yourself, oh yeah Drusilla right? What the fuck is that all about. You bitches are not vampires. Why can’t you get that? What you need to do is take off all that black make up and clothes and get yourself a man.” Tom said rather loudly, precipitating laughter and high fives from his three companions. “Yeah we need a man just like you…someone who has a tiny cock and is a three hump chump. Oh… you did not tell your friends how you came on to me after homecoming senior year and when I gave you a shot you came even before I could touch it.” Drusilla said causing his companions to ooooo and snicker. “You shut the fuck up bitch….That never happened.” Tom said as he rather roughly took hold of Drusilla’s arm. ” Tell them that never happened bitch or I’m going to break your arm!” Tom said in almost a whisper as he pulled her to him. At this point I had seen enough. I have always hated those who use there strength to take advantage and intimidate others. I walked over and tapped Tom on the back. “Excuse me; I do no think the lady appreciates you holding her arm in that manor. So I suggest that you release her, apologies and be on your way.” “Who the fuck are you.” Tom sneered as he looked down on me. He stood about 6 inches taller than me, and out weighed me by easily 60 lbs. And if I had not been who I was, I might have been intimidated. But, being who I was, I knew that he and his friends was not my equal. “Who I am does not matter. What does matter is that if you do not release her and apologies I’m going to thrash you.” I said. “Guys do you hear this shit? Thrash me? Thrash me? Dude have you lost you mind? I will fucking kill you!” Tom said as he released Drusilla’s arm and tuned his attention to me. “And it will be over my dead body before I give any of these bitchs an apology!” “Offer accepted. But do I really need to kill you? I mean I could not get an apology that way. How about I just beat the shit out of you?” I said with a slight snicker. “Dude if you beat the shit out of me I will give these hoes an apology.” Tom said and he smiled broadly turning to look at his friends as they laughed. “Well then, shall we take this outside?” I said “Yeah, escort bahcesehir let’s get this over with.” Tom said as he and his friends tuned and exited the shop. As I began to follow, Drusilla took my arm “Look Mr., you do not have to do this.” I looked into her deep brown eyes and felt genuine concern for me. I pressed my finger to her soft pump lips and spoke to her mind. “There is nothing to worry about little one. I will be alright; He and his friends is not my equal.” She just stared at me; sure that she has heard my comments. But not so sure that she had seen my lips move. I exited the shop, turning to look back at Drusilla, giving her a quick smile. It was then that heard the sound of Tom’s fist as it cut through the air. I thought “Sucker punch.” I could have easily evaded his blow but I was in the mood to have a little fun. His fist struck me hard on the chin. And had I been human, I would have surely been knocked to the ground. I turned to him, unfazed by his assault and smiled. “Now that was not very sporting of you now were it?” I said. He threw several more punches, which I easily evaded. “Are we going to fight, or are you going to run like a bitch?” he screamed in anger. “Well, I thought I would give you one more chance to apologize?” I said “It’s not going to happen!” he snared. “Well then, I guess I have no other choice.” And with that I move in and struck him in his side. I could hear his ribs break beneath my knuckles as my blow hit its mark. He doubled over and fell to the ground moaning in agony. His friend stood frozen wide eyed and open mouthed in shock. I then reached down took him the collar; leaning in to his face I whispered “Now shall I have my apology or do I really have to kill you?” He shook his head in acknowledgment and submission; and I released my grip, letting him fall the few inches I had lifted him off the ground. I turned back to the ladies and the small group of people who had gathers to witness the spectacle. I motioned for Drusilla and her friends to come out. “I believe our friend here has something he would like to say to you” I said extending my hand in a motion to beckon them closer. “I’m sorry, for what I said” Tom said with some distress. His friends now awaken from their shock induced stupor; quickly gather their injured friend and promptly ushered him away. “Thank you Mr.” Drusilla said, giving me a sweet sexy smile. “That asshole and his buddies have been giving us shit for years.” “First of all my name is Jackson, and secondly you are very welcome. I am glad that I could be of assistance.” “My name is Drusilla and these are my friends Stacy and Jennifer. Well anyway, thank you for your help. We have to get going, it was really nice to meet you.” As she turned away I gently took her arm and said “Wait! Forgive me for taking your arm but before you go I have a question to ask.” “Ok, what is it?” Drusilla said as she turned her body to face me. “By any chance have you ladies heard of the night club “Blood Lust”?” “Yeah, that’s that vampire club about two blocks away right?” Jennifer said. “Yes, we have heard of it. Why do you ask?” Drusilla said. “Well, it is my club. And we are celebrating our 1 year anniversary tonight. And I was wondering if you ladies would be interested in joining in the festivities this evening. I have some VIP passes, and would love to give them to you if you are interested.” “Are you kidding? Interested? We have always wanted to go there, but it was so hard to get in. I mean, the place is always packed, and the line at the door is always so long.” Drusilla said jumping up and down with excitement. Making her substantial bosom sway and bounce in a most seductive way. “Well, tonight there is no line for you. Just walk to the front and hand the doorman these passes.” I said as I reached to my coat to retrieve them. “There is no need to bring any money ladies. You will be my special guest, and the whole night is on me.” The girls looked at each other with large beaming smiles for a moment. They then turned back beylikdüzü escort to me and said in unison “We will be there!” “Great!” I said “make sure when you arrive to ask for me.” “We will Jackson, and thanks for everything.” Drusilla said. And with that they turned and were on their way; pausing only to turn and wave. “This was a lot easier that I had thought it was going to be” I thought to myself, as I watched the ebb and flow of the three tight asses as they strolled away from me. It was then that I heard a voice coming from the direction of the coffee shop entrance. “Well, there is really more to you than meets the eye.” “Yes, there certainly is” I said, recognizing the voice to be that of Lisa my lovely waitress. Without turning around I said “Hey Lisa, what are you doing this weekend?” “I do not know. What do you have in mind?” she responded. “Well, I was thinking, drinks, dancing, and a bite.” I said as Drusilla and her friends finally turned to the next street out of my sight.” “Sounds like fun” she said. “Great!” I said as I turned to face her. “I have to get going now, but we can talk about it tomorrow over my morning tea.” “Ok with me” she said as a wicked grin began to form on her lips. “If you play it right Jackson…You might just get lucky…Who am I fooling, you’re going to get Lucky” She thought to herself. I just smiled and thought “If she only knew that I could hear her thoughts” I waved to Lisa and began to walk the few blocks back to my club and home. The streets were filled with people as they hurried about in their morning rush. And with the events of my morning, and the anticipation of the events to come playing in my mind I hardly noticed how quickly I had traversed the distance between the coffee shop and my club. I unlocked the large heavy wooden gothic doors and entered the darkness of the main lounge. Securing the door behind me, I made my way pass the large deep blood red couches that filled the main lounge area. The sound of my shoes echoed in the darkness as I crossed the main dance floor to the massive wooden main bar. I placed my hand on the smooth aged wood and reached to find the light switch hidden behind the counter. I flicked the switch witch caused the very few lights that speckled the club to glow. Now in reality, there was really no need for me to turn the light on because I could see very clearly in near pitch black. But I wanted to get a look at what my customers would be seeing when they arrived later this evening. My club was broken down in to four large rooms, one main lounge, the master bar, the main dance floor and a smaller more intimate lounge. The walls were painted a dark deep blood red and covered with an assortment of gothic paintings. The main lounge was filled with ten large couches that all faced the grand fireplace. The smaller lounge had twenty love seats placed against the walls, with each being separated by long flowing blood red velvet curtains. In the center of this room was smaller bar surrounded by black leather barstools. The main dance floor was the largest of the rooms, and had hard wood cherry floors and an assortment of small tables and barstools dotted around its perimeter. The master bar had a massive cherry wood counter surrounded with the same black leather barstools as the smaller bar. It also had twenty cherry wood tables with four black leather chairs each, and a six candle candelabras as the centerpieces. I stared for a moment and remember when I had purchased the space. It was an old warehouse when I got it. Now I had breathed life into the once dead old building. I thought to myself of the irony of the situation. How an undead creature had given new life to an old forgotten dead structure. I made my way past the master bar to the door that led up to my living area. I quickly climbed the stairs and opened the door to my loft. I placed my keys down on my massive 10 x 10 oak coffee table, and sank down in to my plush living room couch. I closed my eyes and my mind quickly returned to thoughts of Drusilla. So caught up in my thoughts about her that I almost did not hear the sounds of a heart beat as it slowly approached me from behind. “Good morning Misha” I said “Fuck, I thought that I would try to give you a bit of a scare.” Misha was one of my two familiars.

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