A Spell of Hunger
cyberdiva © 2008

It started as an insatiable hunger, something I couldn't control, manage or gauge.  I saw him, no, I experienced him.  He was gorgeous – taunt, milk chocolate, luscious lips, mysterious, tantalizing, enigmatic eyes and mile long lashes.  I breathed him.  He wore a spicy, earthy scent – maybe Patchouli or Kush oil. His blood smelled like O+, my favorite.  I had to possess him.  I silently watched him through out the night as he sat, alone, at a table listening to a local jazz band at the Zanzibar.  At the conclusion of the set I made my way towards him as he moved towards the bar.

I casually walked up to him when he stopped at the bar. "What in the world are you doing here alone?" I asked.

"I like it that way sometimes," he replied. 

I was taken aback a little as I was not expecting to be dismissed so quickly. Then I realized that he wasn't being flippant or stand offish; he was just being honest.  I could tell.  His vitals didn't change; his adrenaline didn't spike and he wasn't sweating.

"But, you may join me, if you like?" he continued and turned towards his table. 

I moved towards his table, sat down, flagged the bartender and waited for my drink. 

We sat quietly for a moment listening to the music.  I could tell he was getting into the vibe.  A smoky, husky voice played in the background.

"Who is that?" I asked

"It's Nina Simone, I Put a Spell on You.  I love her version but I like the version by Queen Latifah, too." 

I recognized Nina Simone's voice and the song, but I was doing my best to keep this man engaged and to keep a conversation going.  I had to find some way to seep into his mind. I knew that if I could get his mind, I'd have him. When my drink arrived, he smiled.

"Hmm, you must come here often," he commented.

"I do love the Zanzibar," I shared and smiled at him as I took a sip of the sangria that was placed before me.

We shared minor conversation throughout the night, and we danced some.  He was a smooth dancer and a great conversationalist - when he spoke. I was fond of the fact that he was a bit aloof.  It made him a challenge.  We ended the night exchanging phone numbers.  I knew that I had to get additional permission before moving forward with Eric, despite the longing that I had for him.

When I got home I hurried to my Master's chambers.  I was so excited to share the information about my new find.  Master Slaughter lived in an upscale mansion on the outskirts of the city.  He maintained the highest of discretion in his interactions with people.  There were over twenty servants in the house - all either fully his property through virtue of their blood ritual or their dedicated service or somewhere in between.  I had been his for over a year.  He'd saved me from death in a tragic auto accident.  The trade off was the immortality of my existence.

I remember that night well.  He had found me on the side of the road, my car fully enflamed.  He fed me from his blood and the healing in my body happened, however, i also transitioned into a creature of the night. I wasn't a vampire in the truest of senses, but I was close.  His lineage created creatures who maintained many human qualities - I had emotions; I was warm and supple and I even had a faint heartbeat.  My family thought that I was dead.  I was angry at first, but realized that acceptance would keep me sane - after all, why live an eternity of hell when it didn't have to be that way.

Master Seward Slaughter told me that since he'd saved me then he was responsible for me, so I became his protégé.  He loved me and introduced me to some of the most passionate, erotic ways to make love, seduce and serve. I was his slave.  He was a sexual sadist and my body bore the marks of his demons.  I smiled and touched my sore shoulder from where his last bite remained.  He was quite a lovingly, sadistic, erotic man.  I loved him and served him with vigor.

I came back to reality as I arrived in his chambers.  After I crossed the threshold, I sank to my knees and crawled to his side.

 "So, how are you, my pet? Did you meet any prospects for us tonight?" inquired Master Slaughter.

"I am well, Master, and yes, I saw one, but he's quite elusive." I purred into his hand.

"Great! Easy doesn't make you grow or think," he said, as he rubbed my head.

 I was eventually able to bring Eric into the fold.  He was difficult to train in the ways of Master Slaughter but he was such an asset to the family.  He was skilled in the marital arts and was critical in protecting Master Slaughter from the Familiars and others who wanted to see us dead.

One night after a thrilling evening at a local dungeon, one of the hunters attacked us.   Master was safe, but Eric was hurt terribly. A silver arrow had pierced Eric's side.  He didn't die immediately; I wondered how he hadn't died, but I didn't care because the fact that he didn't die gave me a chance to intervene.  I knew that I shouldn't reveal myself in a public place, but since the emergency room of the hospital was busy I allowed my healing powers to manifest and consume us both.  My body began to feel hot and sweat began to cover me.  A green aura surrounded us. I could feel the healing energy seep from me and penetrate him.  I was growing faint and weak before I heard Eric begin to cough.  I had started to lose consciousness as he started to speak. I cut him off.

"Get me out of here," I whispered.

I couldn't believe that we were able to get out of the hospital but there was a terrible bus accident coming into the ER so we were able to evade Nurse Barbara in her efforts to manage the chaos of the emergency room.

We made our way back to the mansion.  I needed blood badly. Eric was high from the energy that had transferred to him when he was healed.  I wanted him to shut up.  He was beginning to talk to me in sexual overtones.  I knew that was my fault.  He was sharing my sexual energy now as well.  

He took me to my room because I was still so weak.  I fell onto my bed.  He tried to leave me but the hunger overwhelmed him.  He undressed me.  I was helpless to resist him.  I'm not sure if I actually wanted to resist him.  He began to kiss me.  As he started to suck my right breast the bell that was attached to my nipple ring began to ping ever so quietly. I grabbed a hold of his neck.  I had to consume him.  I drank from his blood and thus our second exchange of the night began.  My strength began to return.  I felt  Master before I saw him.  He'd heard the faint bell from my nipple ring call him.  He watched as Eric mounted me and began to fuck me.  I continued to bite Eric over several parts of his body.  He didn't oppose the bites and I started a frenzy.  Blood ran down his neck, across his chest, down his legs and down his back.  But he kept fucking me.  His mouth and his cock were like pistons. I could tell that my energy was feeding him and his blood was feeding me.  The fact that Master Slaughter was watching was also heightening my sexual fulfillment at that moment.  I was reaching a climax and I needed to cum badly, but Master Slaughter owned my orgasm.  I called out to him, to beg him to cum.

He mouthed, "Cum, bitch".

My soul heard him and my body responded. I began to convulse. Eric and I erupted into a flash of light.  The light filled the room, but did not consume us.  We started to float above the bed.  Eric was still bleeding and his blood began to drop to the bed.  We were riding an orgasmic high. Master Slaughter had watched long enough and He flew to unite with us as we hovered in the air. He grabbed Eric's neck.  He bit him starkly. I heard Eric's neck as it broke. I watched as Slaughter drained Eric's body of blood and he slid from Master's arms and fell to the floor in a heap.

"I didn't like the fact that he turned you into light."  Only I do that, Master Slaughter said, as we slowly circled in the space above the bed.