Bloodlust: Chapter 1 (MF, VAMP) “Oooh yeah fuck me harder…” Lysette moaned as she continued to ride her new lover. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. An hour ago she had been nearing the end of her waitressing shift, when he walked in to what had previously been an empty diner. Lysette hadn’t taken much notice of him at first, his clothes were disheveled and his hair was mussed, as though he had just walked through a hurricane. But he had these striking blue eyes that she couldn’t get out of her head. When she went over to take his order, she couldn’t help but stare at them, it was like they pierced right into her brain. “What can I get you?” she managed to stammer out. “Are you on the menu?” he asked in a deep but low voice. Normally an old line like that would have resulted in the customer getting a glass of ice water poured onto his lap, but this time Lysette couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead she replied, “Yes, but only for you,” and leaned in and kissed him. As their tongues began dancing slowly in each others mouth, the man’s hand reached up her skirt and began playing with her pussy through her panties. Lysette was soon dripping wet as his hand play continued. She was amazed at her own actions. Here she was a beautiful 26 year old with a great body, if she didn’t say so herself, and no shortage of men begging to get under her skirt. And she was letting some stranger paw her pussy five minutes after they had met. It was those eyes she thought, as long as she saw those eyes, she couldn’t say no to him. So when he said they should go back to her apartment, she quickly agreed. It was as if all her pent up passions were released as they tore each other’s clothes off, Lysette hadn’t realized how horny she’d been, but now she knew she wanted her new lover to fuck her and fuck her hard. And so there they were, fucking like wild animals. His eyes had been the first thing that Lysette had noticed, but as she took in his naked body she realized their were other good points about him too. His body, which she hadn’t been able to gauge underneath all his baggy clothes, was lean and muscular. He moved like a cat and for the past little while he and Lysette had been engaging in positions she never would have dreamed about. She couldn’t believe how she could not have noticed how good looking he was before, but now as his powerful cock continued to thrust into her and drive her to yet another orgasm, she came to the realization that all that mattered was what was happening right now. She was having the best sex of her life, so what the hell did it matter that she just met this guy and knew nothing about him. “I’m gonna cum,” he cried and quickly Lysette pulled off of him. “Cum in my mouth, baby,” she cried and quickly she took his rock hard cock into her mouth. As she tasted her own juices on him she once again marveled at what she was doing. It was if he had come into her life and was fulfilling her deepest fantasies about uninhibited sex with a stranger. She would do anything for him…anything. Lysette continued to suck his cock, as she fingered herself, and soon he exploded into her mouth, causing her to cum yet again. Her brain was more or less toasted from her multiple orgasms, so she collapsed onto her bed and held her lover tightly. “Oh baby, that was the best ever,” Lysette sighed as her lover began breathing heavily. “Hey...I don’t even know what to call you, what’s your name, stud?” However, when her lover turned to answer her, Lysette was shocked to see that his eyes had turned from blue to blood red and that fangs had emerged from his mouth. “You can call me Master,” the vampire said as he buried his fangs into Lysette’s neck, quieting her just as she was about to scream. Later he walked out of her apartment, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his coat. As he walked out, a cat sitting in the hallway let out a sharp hiss in his direction. In response the vampire kicked the cat down the hall. “Damn cats,” he chuckled, “always the first to know.” ----------------- The phone began ringing in the headquarters of the Washington D.C. Homicide Division. “Don’t answer it…” Detective Chris Foster stated. “We have to answer it,” Detective Pete Foster replied. “There’s no ‘have to’s’ here, we’ll just wait for someone else to answer it.” “I don’t see a line forming,” Pete told his brother and partner as he looked around at a squad room empty of fellow detectives. “We are the only ones here, therefore when a call comes in, we have to answer it.” “Just wait for someone else to come in,” Chris pleaded, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this call.” “You always have bad feelings about the calls. Now one of us has to answer this damn thing before they hang up.” “Fine, but I’ve really got a bad feeling about this one,” Chris said as he picked up the phone, “Homicide, Detective Foster speaking.” Twenty minutes later the Foster brothers were taking a look at the corpse of Lysette Andrews, who lay silently on her sheets. “Victims name is Lysette Andrews,” Officer Julie Muldowski told the detectives. “Works as a a waitress at a diner a few blocks down.” “Who found her?” Pete asked. “Landlady, her name’s Marge Watterson,” Muldowski answered, “she’s over there if you want to talk to her.” “I’ll take her,” Chris said as he walked over to the landlady who was smoking a cigarette and holding a cat in the corner of the hall. “Ms. Watterson, how did you come to find Ms. Andrews?” “Well, this morning my Snookums here came in limping because someone kicked her,” Marge said as she held up her rather displeased cat. “And I don’t know why someone would do that, because Snookums is such a good kitty, aren’t you Snookums? Aren’t you the cutest little pussy cat in the entire free world? Yes you are...yes you are.” “Um Ms. Watterson,” Chris interrupted, “I’m sure your cat is adorable, but can we get back to the matter at hand here?” “Oh yes,” Marge said as she stopped her ode to her kitty’s cuteness, “Anyway the only one on this floor who could have done it is, I mean was, that chickie over there.” “You mean the victim?” Chris asked. “Yup, her, I saw the way she always looked at Snookums and I never trusted her. So when my precious little kitty here came up lame this morning, I marched right over here. When no one answered the door, I got my key and I saw this,” she said as she pointed to the crime scene. “Do you know if she has any friends or family we can contact around here?” Chris asked. “Nah she kept to herself around me. I don’t know anything about her family or friends.” “Well did you see or hear anything last night?” “No, but I heard her and her new boyfriend last night. Boy they were going at it.” “So she was with someone, did you get a look at him?” Chris asked. “No, as long as they don’t break the furniture, I don’t give a fuck what they do in here. I can identify his moans if you want me too.” “I don’t think that will be necessary, maam,” Chris said as he closed his notebook, “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.” With that he rejoined his brother who was giving permission for the medical examiner to take Lysette’s body away. “Well what did the landlady have to say?” Pete asked. “Well other than the fact that her cat Snookums is the most adorable little kitty in the entire free world, not much,” Chris replied. “Our victim here did have someone over last night, but she never got a look at him. What’s the story here.” “Well, the ME should have something for us by the end of the day, but whoever did this did a pretty good job on her. Her whole throat was ripped out,” Pete replied. “Hmm that must have been a pleasant way to go,” Chris said, “The landlady doesn’t know any of her friends and family so we're going to have to do some real legwork on this one.” “Yeah we’d better head over to that diner she worked at,” Pete said as he looked over at the crime scene, “Hey Chris, her whole throat was ripped out, right?” “That’s what you just told me.” “Yeah, but if that’s the case, where’s all the blood?” “Come again?” Chris replied. “Well in a typical throat slashing you’re gonna have lots of blood because the jugular has been cut. But there’s only a little bit of blood on the sheets. Where did it go?” Pete asked. “Well maybe the guy took it home as a souvenir,” Chris answered. “Maybe, but what kind of a person would do a thing like that?” Pete asked, not expecting much of an answer. “I don’t know Petey, I don’t know,” the two stood in silent reflection for a moment before Chris reached over and smacked his brother’s head with his notebook. “Next time I say we shouldn’t answer the phone, let’s not answer the phone, you schmuck.” ----------------- Lieutenant Lawrence Smith surveyed the squad room, his squad room to be exact. They were all milling around. Detectives Tom Avery, Carly Sanchez, Arnold Nash, Steve Huston, and of course the Foster Brothers. They weren’t the most disciplined of units, a constant source of displeasure with the bosses upstairs, but they always got the job done. It was good that they were all around, it means that the cases were all easy right now. I n a city decaying as fast as D.C. was, a slow day was a good day in the homicide unit. Especially now he reasoned, a big Hollywood movie was filming in D.C., and everyone from the Mayor on down was walking on pins and needles. A smooth go round for the film and more could follow, and that meant more money coming in. It really always got down to money. Lieutenant Smith had a jolly demeanor, which was furthered by a slight weight problem, but it masked an intense dedication to his job and the responsibility it entailed. The job of a police lieutenant always involved politics of some sort, but it was especially hard for Smith as an African- American knowing there were still people in the department who didn’t want to see him advance further in rank. However, he was always behind his detectives 100% and that earned him the respect and admiration of everyone in the squad. Time to check on their progress... “So gentleman,” Smith said as he walked up to the Foster Brothers, “how’s that new case of yours going?” “Ooooh it’s a real gut check Lieutenant,” Pete said, “A nice girl had her throat torn out.” “Yeah but no blood left at the scene. It’s a real head scratcher,” Chris added, “We’ve just finished notifying the next of kin, which is always so much fun.” “Got a suspect yet?” Smith asked. “Well apparently our victim left her job at a diner with an unidentified man last night,” Pete answered, “The cook got a brief look at him but that’s all. He did mention something about his eyes though. He said, and I quote, ‘They were like blue lasers.’” “So do we like the boyfriend for the murder?” Smith asked. “He’s the top suspect right now,” Chris replied. “I can’t wait to meet him though. Probably got big jars of blood sitting on his coffee table. But I’m afraid that this one might turn into a stone cold who done it, Lieutenant.” “Don’t worry I have absolute faith in your abilities as detectives to close this case,” Smith replied. “I wouldn’t,” Pete remarked. “Now, now none of that attitude here,” Smith said, “go out there and solve it. This case is going to get closed, I have a gut feeling about this one.” ----------------- The vampire was in his lair, if that’s what you could call it. While the sunlight couldn’t kill him and he could walk around in it, he was considerably weakened in it. He smiled to himself as he thought of Lysette. She was great both as someone to fuck and someone to snack upon. He was still hungry though, but that could wait till tonight. Lysette was just the beginning. There was a lot more he intended to do and a lot more lovely ladies he intended to do it to. It was all going to be a lot of fun...this was just the beginning.