Free Virgin Blood (Erotic Vampire Tales Vol. 1) by Mindy Wilde

As the
blood combined with the taste of his climax in my mouth I felt a
warmth grow inside me. Sitting next to the pale lifeless corpse I
closed my eyes and enjoyed the fleeting sensation. Since being
turned I found myself obsessing over and craving these short
intimate moments. Just moments before I had given this man a rush
of endorphins that bathed him in ecstasy. This of course was
followed seconds later by the sensation of my extended fangs
plunging deep into his carotid artery.
    The life of a vampire was not
easy. Other then the brief and powerful response that occurred
after a feeding our lives were relatively lacking in sensation. I
was now immortal but spent my days longing for some pain or other
stimulus to confirm my existence.
    “ Come on Annabelle, it’s time to
go” Sebastian prodded me awake from blood induced
trance.
    Sebastian had been my guide during
the past month as I learned the way of the vampire. Tonight was my
final test to see if I was prepared to survive on my own. At night
we walked among the living and you would be hard pressed to tell
any difference. Unlike the tales of fantasy we are told in our
youth vampires are not horrible monsters with pale skin and long
fangs. Well ok, we did have fangs but they retracted when not in
use making us as normal looking as anyone else.
    During the day we did take refuge
as the sun provided an intolerable burn to the skin. It’s not that
we would burst into flames or anything but with the pain it caused
we may as well have. With no need to sleep we spent our days
filling the void as best we could until night fall. It was actually
all a lot more boring then I would have imagined. Some younger
covens that were still building their wealth put the members to
work during the day in the darkened confines of their estate.
Generally a coven would do this until the funds collected were
sufficiently producing dividends to support the needs of the house.
Being immortal, time was on our side and it took a relatively short
period to become financially independent from the world.
    The coven which had taken me in
after my transformation was an old one. The group had long ago lost
the need for income generation and now sat on investments worth
billions of dollars. Every member of the coven had their needs
provided for and in return were expected to submit to the leader
and oldest vampire of the group Ulric. We weren’t quite sure just
what period of antiquity he hailed from but Ulric’s wisdom seemed
to know no bounds. Generally he did not socialize with the rest of
us. On the rare occasion that we did see him and not his right hand
man Merek it was because he came down to issue an edict or punish a
dissident.
    Ulric’s coven took great care of
new vampires and I was made to feel very welcome after going
through the painful and scary metamorphosis. From what I understood
it had been quite some time since a new vampire was found and
everyone seemed very excited by the novelty of it. It was still
unknown who the vampire was that had released him venom inside me.
Turning someone into a vampire required a conscious choice by the
attacker to release this mystical fluid from their fangs. A normal
encounter with a vampire concluded with the victim bleeding out
from two puncture wounds to the artery in their neck. My attacker
had not taken a single drop but instead infused me with the serum
of immortality. I had obsessed over this detail for the first
couple of weeks. However, with no prospect of satisfying my
curiosity I let go of my quest and delved into learning the ways of
the vampire.
     
    Finding me curled into a ball on
their driveway soaked to the bone as the rain washed over me, the
coven had taken me into their home. A vampire can easily sense
their own and there was no doubt as to what ailed me. As my body
fought to survive the attack of the venom in my system a boy named
Sebastian had watched over me. As I healed and grew in strength
Sebastian had became my advisor and