Love in Bloody Tones
1
I met her at the cafe "Babylon," not high-class, but I felt cozy there. I was sitting alone at a table with a cup of coffee, waiting for friends, when she approached and said:
— Hi! Do you mind if I sit here? My name is Manya Stasya, Stanislava, and yours?
I looked at her. A small girl, looking no more than eighteen years old, golden curls cascading over her shoulders, slender and seemingly fragile, dressed in a white blouse and jeans, her voice pure silver. I liked her, and I nodded, smiling:
— Hi! Very nice to meet you, I'm Alyona.
The waitress Ninotchka came over, the girl ordered tomato juice. We sat,
drinking our own — I coffee, Stasya juice — looking at each other and smiling. Why — God knows, but we enjoyed each other's company. After looking at me, the girl stood up and went to the restroom. Already guessing what would happen next, I followed.Locking the door behind me, the girl pressed me against the wall, slipped the straps off my shoulders and began playing with my instantly hardened nipples. She teased them, pinched them with her fingers, caressed them with her tongue, nibbled them with her teeth. I stroked the girl's hair, shoulders, back. Suddenly her hand, lifting my skirt, began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, rubbing my clit. I almost gasped with pleasure.
And Stasya, meanwhile, pulled off my panties, inserted two fingers into my hole and began energetically fucking me. I started energetically thrusting back, trying to impale myself deeper on her fingers. With her other hand, the girl began teasing my clit. To avoid screaming for the whole block to hear, I bit my hand almost until it bled. I had never had such an orgasm before…
Kissing me on the lips, Stasya said:
— You're just lovely! — and left.
I sat against the wall, powerless, and couldn't stop her, only watching her go with my eyes.
For the next three evenings, I spent time at "Babylon," hoping to meet Stasya, whom I couldn't forget and who had started appearing in my dreams. About five times I was mistaken, taking other girls for her. And once, a little blonde turned out to be Stasya, only she was just eighteen years old, an early developer. Gradually, I became more and more desperate, no longer hoping to meet Stasya.
On the fourth evening, I arrived later because I had to stay late at work. Imagine my joy when I saw Stasya at my table! The girl was sitting alone at the table, drinking her tomato juice and watching those entering, as if waiting for someone. A wild hope flared up in me: could it be for me?!
Some drunk guy approached her with an unsteady gait and, leaning on the table, began to say something, looming over Stasya. She, after listening for a bit, interrupted. Apparently, she said something very unpleasant because the guy jumped up as if stung in the ass. And then he froze. I was already running to the table and heard Stasya's last words: "...and if anyone else approaches — I'll tear everything off!" The guy walked away as if on stilts, holding onto his treasure with his hands.
Seeing me, she smiled joyfully and nodded towards the restroom. I dashed into the restroom and leaned against the wall, not daring to believe my happiness. I was about to meet Stasya! A minute later, Stasya entered the restroom. As soon as she closed the door, I grabbed the girl, pressed her to me and began greedily kissing her face. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, Stasya responded with passion. We came to our senses from furious knocking on the door. As soon as the door opened, some lady flew in. Throwing a malicious glance, she disappeared into a stall. Laughing, we left the restroom.
— Shall we go to my place? — I suggested. — No one will disturb us there.
— Let's go! — Stasya agreed.
After paying, we left the cafe and walked down the street. But as soon as we turned the corner, four guys blocked our way, among whom I recognized that same unlucky suitor. And the guys were in a very determined mood, ready to get their way at any cost.
— "We're not hippies, we're not punks, we're lesbian girls!" — one sang mockingly. — Or are you givers?
— Givers! — another picked up. — Girls agree?
— Where will they go? — the third said contemptuously. — They'll give it up in all holes and ask for more.
— Finished? — Stasya asked gently. — Now get lost, before I get angry.
The guys exchanged glances and burst out laughing. It looked very funny: a tiny girl threatening huge brutes, each of whom could be cut into five such girls. Continuing to laugh, one of them took two steps forward and reached out to grab Stasya by the hair. And then something happened that stunned me: dodging the goblin's rake, the girl stepped forward, grabbed him by the belt and sent him flying towards his buddies. They all tumbled head over heels. And Stasya grabbed my hand and pulled: "Let's go!" It's easy for her in her sandals, but what about me in stilettos? I had to stop around the corner and take them off.
A little later, near some gateway, one of those guys caught up with us. His face was smashed, he was limping and was unusually angry. In his hand, he clutched a knife. Stasya sighed sadly: people sure love to cause themselves problems! Grabbing the hand with the knife, she broke it with one motion, throwing the dropped knife far aside. Grabbing the guy, who was lost in pain, by the collar, Stasya asked: "Keep watch for a couple of minutes!" — and dragged him into the gateway.
2
Glancing around a couple of times, I decided to look: what was Stasya doing with this freak. Judging by the sounds, she was sucking something. My eyes almost popped out of my head: had she decided to give him a secret blowjob? But the faint light from the courtyard lanterns allowed me to see that the brute's pants were in place and not unbuttoned, and Stasya was bent over the guy near his head. Hearing my footsteps, she looked back. What hearing she has! Long fangs protruded from the girl's mouth, and her mouth and chin were smeared with something dark.
Sizing me up with a glance, Stasya again pressed against the guy's throat and took a few more sips of blood. Then, pushing him away, she stood up and came over to me, wiping her mouth with a napkin, the fangs disappeared. I stood there, neither alive nor dead.
— So now you know my secret, — the girl said quietly. — Let's go, we'll talk.
She took my hand and led me down the street. I walked beside her and didn't know what to do, how to be.
— Did you kill him? — finally, I decided to ask the question tormenting me.
— No, of course not! — Stasya laughed. — Why would I?!
— But I've read that vampires drink all the blood from their victims…
— That's nonsense! — the girl cut off. — An ordinary person has five to six liters of blood. I could never drink that much! I've never even drunk a liter. At best, maybe five hundred grams if I'm especially hungry. And this idiot will come to in a couple of hours and crawl home. The last thing he'll remember is getting hit on the head.
— Really?! — I was surprised.
— A vampire's abilities allow for many things, — Stasya said, — making the source forget — that's one of the first things a vampire learns.
— Source?
— That's what we call those from whom we take blood, — the vampiress explained. — Calling them clients isn't accurate, victims either, since they lose little. But sources — that's just right, since they are carriers of the fluid on which our lives depend.
— Am I one too? — I asked.
— You're not, — Stasya smiled. — I don't consider those I love that way. And others won't dare, seeing my aura.
— Aura? — I asked again.
But that wasn't what occupied me. Stasya said those she loves… God, could she have fallen in love with me?!
— Yes. Every vampire has their own aura, by which other vampires assess their strength and abilities. — Stasya smiled. — But I see you don't care about that, you're worried about my feelings for you. Right?
— Yes, — I admitted and added: — We're here. That balcony is mine!
Suddenly Stasya picked me up and soared upward. I didn't even have time to squeak before we were standing on the balcony, open because of summer. We went into the room. There we looked at each other and began feverishly tearing off each other's clothes. Laying Stasya on the carpet, I, without any foreplay, buried myself in her pussy, which was soaking wet. Very soon she began to moan, and when I stuck my tongue into her vagina, she came very violently, drenching my whole face with her juices. I came right after.
When we had recovered a bit from the orgasm, Stasya had already laid me out on the carpet. Smiling slyly, she took two dildos out of her purse, a big one and a smaller one. I smiled back at her and placed a pillow from the sofa under my butt. We laughed. Licking the big cock, Stasya inserted it into my vagina and suggested I work it, which I did. And she herself, wetting the small one with my juices, began inserting it into my anus. Little by little the hole stretched, and the phallus went in completely. At first it was a bit painful, but then. Now both my holes were being fucked. Such unusual sensations and such bliss! I had never had such an orgasm before.
Gathering our things, we moved to the bedroom. I brought red wine, earning Stanislava's approval, and we made love, slowly and thoroughly, having endless orgasms. Maybe we would have continued into the day, but I was no longer able. And so I fell asleep.
3
— Did you sleep well? — Stasya greeted me, handing me a cup of coffee.
— Thanks, very well, — I replied, taking the coffee. — What time is it? Oh, it's already two o'clock, I slept through work!
— Don't worry, — Stasya smiled, — I called and said you were sick. As I understood, your boss was very displeased, but didn't swear.
— Of course, Pal Semyonich has been hitting on me for a long time! — I laughed. — He both wants to and is afraid to lose. For about three years now we've been playing this game: he puts pressure — I leave, he backs off and raises my salary. And I stay.
Setting the cup aside, I moved closer to Stasya and took her face in my hands:
— I know you're a vampiress, my love, but for some reason I can't be without you. What should we do? Huh?
— Let's just enjoy the present for now, girl, — Stasya covered my hands with hers, — and then we'll see. — And suddenly confessed: — You know, I ended up in that cafe by chance then. I just got hungry, and such cafes, discos, and other similar places are the best for hunting. And then I saw you…
— And what? — I asked.
— At first nothing, I quickly found a source, had a snack and moved on. And only the next day, I realized I was missing something. The further I went, the stronger it was. And the next day I realized it was you I was missing, my lovely one. — She kissed me on the nose. — And I came back. To you.
I pulled her head to me, and we merged in a long, passionate kiss.
— In the seven hundred years I've lived on earth, — Stasya told me much later, while I was having dinner, — you are my third love at first sight. The first was a girl-vampiress, wandering as a pilgrim. At first I just wandered with her, then she turned me. Stana taught me everything a vampire needs to know. We were very happy together, but… She died during a raid by the Horde. Killing a vampire is quite difficult; you need fire or to cut off the head. That Horde warrior cut off my beloved's head. Later I found that squad, no one got away, but you can't bring back a loved one.
Stanislava told this with slight sadness; too much time had passed.
— And the second? — I asked.
— I met the second girl three hundred years later, — Stasya smiled sadly. — But I never even got to tell her who I was. It was in August of fifteen seventy-two…
— St. Bartholomew's Day massacre?!
— Exactly! She was a Huguenot, — Stasya recalled. — They broke into our house. They thought I was dead and left. I couldn't help her anymore. But now I've met you, — Stasya looked at me with love.
— Do you want me to become a vampiress? — I asked Stasya.
— Preferably, — she nodded. — But don't think I'm forcing you! It's only your decision.
— I can't decide so quickly! — I said plaintively. — I need to think!
— As long as you want, my lovely one, I can wait, — Stasya laughed.
— Let's go for a walk, — I suggested.
We walked for a long time, enjoying the evening coolness and wonderful weather. Stasya told me about her travels, her impressions of different countries, cities, about how their