Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 10:17:53 -0600
From: irishlad1987@yahoo.com
Subject: Modern Vampire Chapter 4

The Modern Vampire
By Topher
Email: irishlad1987@yahoo.com

This story is entirely erotic fantasy. None of the characters contained
herein represent any person, living or dead. Any similarities to real
people or places are purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex between consenting male
adults. If such material is offensive to you, I suggest you don't read it.

The story revolves around Vampires, and will contain vampire related
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Chapter 4

	The Café was small, one you would expect to find in a farm town,
not in the heart of a populated city. Still, the Patrons of this particular
Café were not what you could refer to as normal people. The Café was
richly decorated, mostly blacks and grays. Heavy, thick black curtains
adorned all the windows, as well as the door. The walls were painted with
dull gray and plain, vases of fragrant flowers were set on all the tables.
	The architecture of the building was such that the Café appeared
to have been plucked out of the dark ages and placed in modern times. Even
the furniture within was antique, giving visitors a glimpse into the
past. The floors were made of rough, uneven planks of wood stained a deep
burgundy color.
	Several people sat around a coffee table in the center of the
seating area, quietly talking amongst themselves. A young couple, holding
hands, waited at the counter for the Barista to concoct their chosen
drinks. An older man, dressed in a long black trench coat and a fancy top
hat sat in a corner by himself, reading the newspaper.
	A younger woman, probably twenty four or so sat at a table near one
of the windows. The curtains were pulled shut, eliminating all light that
threatened to shine inside. She was busy clicking away at the keys on her
laptop, a pen sticking out of the side of her mouth, making her appear busy
and in deep concentration.
	She was beautiful, pale skin, soft green eyes and lustrous brown
hair that reached down the small of her back. So wrapped up in her
computer, she didn't even notice Phillip sit down next to her.
	Phillip wasted no time introducing himself, "Hello, mind if I sit
here?"
	"You've already sat, so I suppose you ask more out of courtesy than
permission?" She said distractedly.
	Phillip smiled, revealing his perfect teeth, white and pristine,
"My name is Phillip, and you are?" He decided to take the direct approach
with her.
	"I am none of your concern, I can assure you of that," she gave him
a fleeting glance, judging him, inspecting him. Phillip could see the
dismissal in her body language before she could say another word.
	"Let me ask you something," the Barista came over to the table and
set down a mug, pouring black coffee for Phillip.
	"Just the way you like it Mr. Crighton," she said as she poured.
	"Splendid, thank you," Phillip sipped the drink, it was bitter, and
oh so hot.
	"So you are a regular here?" the woman asked, suddenly a little
more interested in him.
	"Well, I own this place, so from time to time I find reason to
visit." He sat back, putting off a relaxed vibe.
	The young woman changed in an instant, from frigid and distant to
warm, welcoming and willing. A smile broke over her features, and she
tucked her chin down with mock shyness. She was a cunning predator, batting
her eyes appropriately in the attempt to swoon her new acquaintance.
       "Judging from your clothing, I'd say you own more than this small
little place, that's a $3,000 dollar suit you are wearing Mr. Crighton,"
she said with confidence.
       "You know your suits," he sipped his coffee.
       She smiled sweetly, "I've planned more than a few weddings, I make
it my business to choose the grooms suit."
       "So, you are in the wedding industry?" He leaned forward, conveying
curiosity about her. She fell right in, just as he knew she would.
       "It has its perks."
       "Perks? Is that what you youngsters are calling it these days?"
       "Youngster? You are hardly older than I am," she scoffed, "You
couldn't be older than...what? 26?"
       He laughed, "My dear, I can assure you with the utmost confidence
that I am far older than you."
       Her face changed from relaxed to guarded, her posture stiffening,
"Oh really?" she said carefully.
       "You've been rather busy, and not just with weddings," Phillip
looked into her eyes, engaging her body with his seductive powers, "Do not
make a scene, remain quiet and this will go much more to your liking." His
voice was soft but firm, demanding obedience.
       "How did you find me?" she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper. Her eyelids were droopy, she appeared subdued.
       "You can't just go around making Vampires darling. Surely the one
who made you told you that?" He risked a quick glance outside to make sure
the sun had gone down.
       She was fighting his Seduction, he intensified it, "I don't know
what you are talking about."
       Again, Phillip laughed, "Liar. Now, you are going to stand up from
the table and take my arm, quietly walk outside with me and not make a
scene." She was totally enslaved to his Seduction and did exactly what he
said.
       Once she was safely locked in the back seat of his car, he released
the Seduction and she snapped back to her regular self. Her fangs protruded
from her mouth and she hissed menacingly at Phillip. Her wrists and ankles
were bound with immensely strong chains, she was effectively strapped into
the back seat.
       "You cannot do this to me," she continued to struggle against the
chains, and despite her Vampire strength, her struggles were useless.
       "Incorrect, I AM doing it to you. Now it's time for you to know who
I am," he began, but was interrupted by her scream of frustration.
       "You are an Old One," she said, finally accepting her captivity,
stopping her struggling.
       "Correct, and not just any Old One. The humans know me as Phillip
Crighton, but Vampires know me as Prowler, assassin for the Old Council,"
he looked in the rear view mirror at her. She was panicked, he could see it
in her body language, in her eyes.
       "Prowler. I make a couple vampires and the Old Council sends fucking
Prowler after me?" She loosed another bellow of frustration, slamming her
feet into the floor of the car.
       "Stop that, now," Phillip commanded.
       "Make me, Old One," her tone was sharp as a whip.
       Phillip screeched the car to a halt on the side of the road and
threw open his door, "Fine by me." He calmly got out of the car and opened
the rear passenger door, with a wave of his hand, he paralyzed her entire
body.
       "I have powers beyond your miserable comprehension, you helpless
fool," what he didn't tell her was that it was taking every last bit of his
power and concentration to keep her paralyzed. He unlatched her chains and
easily took her out of the back seat. "Now I'm going to do something that I
don't normally do in these situations. I'm going to let you run for about
three minutes before I come and kill you. Just to give you that last hope,
that last fighting chance." He released her from paralysis.
       For a moment she was too stunned to move, but she came to reality
quickly and leapt at him, bearing her fangs and aiming for his throat.
       Phillip reached out with his Telekinetic power and caught her in mid
jump. She was confused, didn't know what was happening. Phillip slammed her
into the ground with severe force; several of her bones were shattered. She
moaned in pain as her Vampire abilities began to heal her body.
       "You should have run," he lifted her off the ground and slammed her
down several more times. She was a crumpled bleeding heap of mangled flesh,
he bent down over her, looking at what was left of her face. One of her
eyes was destroyed, useless, but the other stared right at him.
       "Just kill me," she finally pleaded.
       In a savagely ferocious display of feeding, he bit deeply into her
throat and drank her dry. He stood up and stepped away from her body, she
was a vampire after all, still technically alive even without a drop of
blood in her veins. He concentrated on her flesh, willing it to catch fire,
and just as he knew it would, the bloodless vampire carcass burst into
flame and began to smolder and turn to ash.
       He pulled out a handkerchief and used it to wipe the blood from his
mouth, then tossed it into the fire. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed
the only number he ever dialed.
       A voice on the other line answered, not bothering to identify
itself, "Did you find her?"
       "Of course," Phillip replied, and then the line went dead. He got
into his car and drove back to the Mansion.
       The Mansion was enormous, with over one hundred rooms, forty five
bathrooms and plenty of living space. Massive columns and brick
construction gave it the Tudor style. It provided a home for nearly seventy
Vampires and serving staff, the Coven was one of the largest in North
America and Phillip was its prized assassin.
       The gates opened automatically as he approached, recognizing the
signal from his car. The landscaping was immaculate, bright green, healthy
grass. Flowerbeds with literally hundreds of different types of
flowers. During the day, bees swarmed the flowers, creating a light
background buzzing that never ceased.
       It was almost sad to pull into the garage where Phillip parked and
went inside. The Mansion was as impressive inside as it was outside though,
and never failed to disappoint its guests. Paintings, tapestries, and
photos were hung all along the walls. Rich carpets were laid out down the
hallways, and sitting areas.
       Phillip walked down a hallway that lead to an enormous room full of
various chairs, couches, and end tables. A massive fireplace was the focal
point of the room, with a marble mantle atop which sat an array of
beautiful sculptures carved from gold. Several Vampires were discussing
something in hushed voices as he walked by.
       His status as an assassin made him a social outcast in the
Coven. The other Vampires feared him, feared his powers. All Vampires have
increased speed, strength and agility, but only a rare few get extra
powers. Phillip was one of those rare few, and he was a powerful one.
       He continued down another hallway and ascended a grand marble
staircase to the second floor. He went straight to his office and closed
the door. He picked up his office phone and dialed a second number, knowing
that his office phone was secure. He called the Coven Master, Bjorn.
       "I'm back. The Council business is finished," he pulled up his
computer and sifted through his emails.
       "Excellent, I'm glad we were able to assist them, it looks good for
our Coven's reputation," Bjorn said.
       "Any work build up while I was away?"
       "Actually, yes. We have a rogue Vampire attacking humans. He doesn't
even bother to cover his tracks, and some of his victims survive."
       "Shit, that's bad," Phillip said, "Any other information?"
       "We don't have any right now, but start with his latest victim, a
rich kid by the name of Cory Grenwich. Don't need to kill him, just
question him and find out what he knows."
       "I'll see to it," Phillip hung up the phone and set to work digging
up information about Cory Grenwich on his computer.
       It didn't take him long to find internet records on Mr. Grenwich,
and he was even able to find out that Cory was still in the hospital
recovering from his attack. Phillip managed to find a picture of Cory and
memorized it so that he would recognize his face when he found him.
       He glanced at the clock, it was 2 in the morning, he wouldn't be
able to visit Cory right now. He decided to drive around the city,
searching for the rogue Vampire the old fashioned way, by looking. He knew
of a few Vampire hangouts; he would visit a few of them, see if he could
scare something up.
       His first stop was a sleezy goth bar with humans so dumb that they
would actually willingly allow a Vampire to feed on them. He didn't really
expect to find his rogue Vampire here, but he might be able to overhear
some useful tidbit of information.
       As soon as he walked through the door, he was immediately able to
tell that there were no Vampires here right now. He couldn't sense any of
them, only humans. He passed a pair of women making out, their blood was so
infused with meth that he could smell it, emanating off of them like a
cloud of poison.
       He took a seat in the far corner of the place, out of sight. His
Vampire abilities would allow him to hear any conversation he wanted
anywhere in the room. He started his eavesdropping, hoping to overhear
something about the attacks.
       He heard people talk about money, sex, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes,
family. All the usual things humans like to discuss, and none of it was
helpful to him at all. The lesbians were still wrapped in one another and
he made the decision to leave. He was wasting his time here, and none of
these humans were the least bit interesting.
       His next stop was a little more fruitful, he found four Vampires,
all young males. They were busy tormenting a young woman. She was Subdued,
but poorly, he could feel her mind fighting against their control. They
were showering her body with kisses, licking her skin, tasting it,
caressing it.
       He waited for them to begin feeding before he approached them,
"Gentlemen, if I might have a word?"
       One of them stopped feeding long enough to look up at Phillip with a
blood smeared mouth, his eyes betraying the hunger that burned inside of
him, "Get your own human, this one is occupied," the Vampire said
rebelliously.
       "I am not here to feed, I enjoy the hunt, finding prey is almost as
enjoyable as feeding, at least once you get to be my age," he said, waving
his hand dismissively.
       "Go the fuck away, I'm not warning you again," he buried his face
back into the wound his teeth had made on her breast and continued draining
her blood. She was almost dead, her heart beat was as faint and light as a
feather, struggling to spread what little blood was left throughout her
weak body.
       "I'm looking for a Vampire, the one who's been attacking all these
humans in the open, leaving some alive. Know anything?"
       "What part of, go the fuck away, didn't you understand?" The young
vampire stood up now, squaring up to Phillip, prepared to fight.
       "Young and stubborn, fine, let's get this over with," Phillip was
much, much faster than the younger Vampires. He stepped around behind the
young challenger and twisted his head around backward on his body,
satisfied only when his neck snapped. The young Vampire shrieked in agony
and fell to the ground, still alive, but severely damaged.
       Phillip wasted no time in delivering another hammer blow to the
Vampire's stomach, causing him to vomit all the blood he had just drank
from the woman. He was squirming on the ground, his arms flailing to hold
his head straight so it would heal.
       The other Vampires were too busy feeding to pay much attention to
what was going on around them. Mistakes that only the young make, so
enraptured by feeding that they forget themselves and their surroundings.
       "Now, do you know or have you heard anything about this rogue
Vampire?"
       "Who the fuck are you? You move like lightning,"
       "I am Prowler, at least that's the name you will recognize me with,"
Phillip told him.
       "The Coven sent an assassin to deal with the rogue Vampire?" The
Vampire was grimacing as his neck healed itself, painfully.
       "We can't have his shenanigans mucking up our arrangements. The few
humans who know about us are willing participants, but if the general
population was to learn of our existence, we would be fucked. So yes, they
sent an assassin to preserve our lifestyle."
       "I've only heard rumors," the young Vampire began.
       "Tell me these rumors?"
       "The Vampire you seek is female, not male. And she is dangerous,
powers beyond her age," he reported.
       "What sort of powers?" Phillip asked.
       "Couldn't tell you,"
       "Alright, anything else?"
       "Most of her victims have been male, which I'm sure you knew
already. She leaves them alive on purpose, trying to separate the weak from
the strong so she can turn them," he said, getting back up to his feet now
that his neck was repaired.
       A clock on the wall chimed, signaling that it was four in the
morning. The sun would be up in about two hours, it was almost time for him
to go.
       "So she's turning some of them. Cory Grenwich is in a great deal of
danger, he is still alive," Phillip didn't wait any longer, he didn't even
bother to glance at the young Vampires as he walked out, he might already
be too late. If she had snuck into the hospital earlier in the night, Cory
could already be one of them.
       By the time he reached the hospital, the first rays of sunlight were
coming over the top of the mountains to the west. He only had a short time
frame now, minutes. He found the first nurse he could locate and asked her
directly about Cory Grenwich.
       "I can't divulge privileged hospital information Sir, you will have
to come back during normal business hours."
       He used his Seduction on her, and within moments, she told him where
the room was. He left her standing there, in a daze, completely obedient to
anything he could possibly say. He made his way to the room without being
stopped again, the hospital was running on a skeleton crew because of the
hour.
       Relief washed over him as he peeked into the room and saw a human
male, presumably Cory, sound asleep in the bed. He silently crept into the
room and checked to make sure everything was alright. The windows were
locked; the bathroom was empty, only Cory was in the room, no uninvited
guests except Phillip.
       He approached Cory, smelling him. From smell alone, Phillip could
tell where Cory had been, he could tell whether the majority of Cory's
visitors were male or female. He still smelled like a Vampire from the
attack, but the scent was fading, so he got closer. He could smell her,
traces of her saliva lingered on Cory's throat. She had healed the bite
after attacking him, which showed attention to detail and that surprised
him.
       What was this female Vampire trying to accomplish? She obviously
wasn't trying to outright expose the Vampire world to the humans, but her
actions were dangerously open and lacked caution. What purpose would she
have for turning only those who managed to survive her attacks?
       He quietly left the room, trying to figure out how he would get in
to speak with Cory when the sun was out. He needed to find an out of the
way place to sleep the daylight away, somewhere that he wouldn't be
discovered.
       He scoured the hospital, trying to find an appropriate resting
place, and after about an hour of dodging sunlight pouring in various
windows, he found a darkened room that would mostly shield him from the
sun. Once he was safely inside, he jammed the door shut and put a cot up
against it. He flopped down on the uncomfortable mattress and was soon
meditating.
       Vampires don't really sleep; it's more meditation than anything. It
was as close to relaxation that a Vampire could achieve. Phillip didn't
mind meditation, it was one of the more potent ways to discover ones
abilities. After a few moments, he was deep within his own mind, traveling
his memories, his experiences, his decisions. He would rise just before the
sun completely set for the night, giving him some time to visit with Cory.