Chapter 2

Sitting in the center of the room was my most prized possession. Perfectly distanced from each of the walls sat a massive sarcophagus. It was nearly eight feet long and wide enough for two adults. The exterior wood was stained black and covered with ornate carvings. The lid stood open, revealing an interior that was lined with luxurious satin. The pillows and mattress were covered in the same material. The material was a shade of red that matched the carpet perfectly. They both matched the streaks that were now fading from my teeth. They were the color of the sweet nectar that Sophie and I needed for our survival.

The entire home was filled with expensive pieces of furniture, most of which had been around for hundreds of years. The various homes I owned around the world were equally posh. Still, in my mind, all of it together did not compare to the value of that sarcophagus. Inside its confining walls, I had been born into the dark life, when at 23 years old I was enchanted by the enigmatic temptress, Ravyn. Nearly ten years had passed since I had been discovered by the gorgeous vampire, sitting alone in a small bar in New Orleans. I put up little resistance when she invited me to her home; once there she had easily seduced me into the coffin. I had laid there naked, as if in a trance, as the blonde-haired beauty made love to me. When I climaxed, I felt the sharp prick in my neck as she began to consume my nectar. She had nearly taken my life, but in the last instant, Ravyn guided my teeth to her neck, instructing me to drink from her. I obeyed, and thus the Change commenced.

I'd slept through most of the next day and woke as the sun was setting. Ravyn and I spent a month roaming the streets together, and I'd not seen her since, although I heard from others that she was still out there somewhere. She didn't give me any instructions or advice. The only thing she left me was the box where my creation had taken place. In that box I had spent the first few months of my new life, trying to come to grips with what had happened, and trying to understand my new powers and urges. I left only to feed, and the first few times that had been quite a debacle. Eventually, I gained comfort with the new me and adopted my new life with vigor, but I kept the sarcophagus with me. It felt like a part of me and was the only place I felt truly comfortable when I slept. Over the years, many a young ingénue had spent the last moments of her life with her naked body sprawled across the slippery red satin mattress as I satisfied my hunger and my lust. It was on that same mattress that I turned a young English barmaid into a lust-filled animal eight years after my Change.

Now I stood watching as the former barmaid crossed the small room and leaned against the massive black box. I was filled with lust as I began to anticipate what was about to happen. Sophie was dressed in black knee-high boots, a tight black leather skirt, and a white button-down peasant's blouse with a ruffled collar. The elastic neckline was pushed down, exposing her soft, sexy shoulders and ample cleavage. It looked like her breasts would spill out at any moment.

My cock stiffened inside my leather pants. I recognized the familiar longing that Sophie always caused to well up inside me. It had been that way since I first saw her serving drinks to a group of rowdy Englishmen, wearing a short black velvet dress. She was just a girl, completely unconscious of her raw sexuality. It had been easy to convince the naïve girl to leave with me after her work was done. The art of seduction was one of the many gifts that came with the Change. It had been easy to talk her into visiting my London flat. Once inside, I had stripped her of the short velvet dress and the lacy black bra and panties beneath it. Her body was even more spectacular than I had imagined. I led her to the coffin and we had made love and as we climaxed, I bit her neck and began to dine. I had never intended to share my dark gift with her. I had planned on making her just another meal, but something changed as we made love. I couldn't pinpoint the exact cause.

Perhaps it was her unparalleled beauty that I felt I could not destroy. Perhaps it was the lithe way her body moved as she satisfied me; I knew it would never grow old. But mostly, I think it was the way she acted. Once bitten, women were powerless to resist, but you could always feel the fear rising inside them as the end drew near. But with Sophie, it had been different. There had been no fear, even as she reached the brink of death. At the last moment, I used a fingernail to draw my blood, and Sophie drank eagerly.

The first few months had been complete bliss. Sophie fed without any signs of guilt or remorse from the first day. Perhaps it was easier for someone who had a guide and was not left to figure things out alone. We traveled the world and our love of the hunt was only topped by our insatiable lust for one another. But, gradually Sophie became more independent. She would disappear for days at a time. Days turned into weeks. At one point, I had not seen her for a month, but our reunion had been glorious. This last time, she had been gone for just over six months before popping up in my native town. And now here she was again, in my basement, nonchalantly leaning against the dark bed where I had created her, and where we had made love hundreds of times since.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the sounds of Sophie's voice. "I love to explore the world, my Love," she said, "But no matter how far I roam, I can never escape the hold this bed has over me. I never sleep quite so well as I do inside its bosom. How can I persuade you to give it to me?"

"You can't," I answered flatly. "I'll never part with it, my dear. Besides, if I gave you my bed, you may no longer feel the need to visit your creator."

Sophie stood up and quickly crossed the room. "That simply is not true," she said defiantly. As she spoke she slid her hand across the front of my pants, gently outlining my engorged phallus. "You know it is much more than the bed that I yearn for," she said with a seductive smile. My preternatural senses allowed me to smell her arousal. Slowly, I leaned forward and brushed her lips with my own. Once again I tasted a hint of our earlier feast. It only aroused me more. I wrapped a strong arm around Sophie and pulled her tightly against my firm body, crushing her soft breasts against my chest. I ground my swollen phallus against her groin. She let out a short groan, which evolved into a growl. We were both hungry, but it wasn't the blood we were after.