The Lady is a Vamp

Due to the recent increase in popularity of vampires, and just in time for the Halloween season, BBRC is compelled to create a new vision of vampire romance to fill your senses and awaken your dark spirit. Thusly, we have a passage from the brand new Rebeccah Love Ervin romance classic, "The Lady is a Vamp." This predatory passage will take a bite out of your mind, and leave you with the insatiable taste of lust and desire in your mouth. So sit back, grab some True Blood, and enjoy "The Lady is a Vamp."

Desdemona had been hunting all night. What she didn't know was that she had been followed by Atticus, the local vampire hunter, who also had developed quite a fondness for her. She had ducked into the shadows in an alley in an effort to stalk her prey, a drunk who had just left the bar. She could smell the man, and had a particular liking for the taste of red wine with her food. She was alone, and they alley was very dark. Atticus figured he'd kill two birds with one stone...why not get lucky and save a life at the same time? It was the only excuse he needed.
"Thinking about grabbing a bite?" Atticus asked. Desdemona startled. She was surprised she hadn't heard him.
"Well, Atticus the vampire hunter. You finally found me," she said.
"Yes, but it's not what you think," he said.
"Well, what is it, then? I haven't got all night, and I'm starving."
"Look," he said, "I've been following you for a long time...and it's because I've been seduced by your charms. I...I want to be your fang-banger."
"Oh, Atticus! That's so sweet! I don't think anyone has said that to me since the Bubonic Plague!" Desdemona said, and before he knew it, she was on top of him.
Atticus' excitement was only further enhanced when he got a close-up look at Desdemona's decroded fangs, the echo of centuries past before the age of dental floss. He was mesmerized by the coppery-sour scent of old blood on her breath before he kissed her. The surrounding garbage was an aphrodisiac they both found irresistable, as the scent of overripe bananas and dirty diapers mingled with their own scents of death and halitosis. She tore open his shirt with her long, ragged nails, exposing his superfluous third nipple under his sweater-length chest hair. Atticus ran his fingers through Desdemona's hair, strands crusted with dirt and nightcrawlers from crawling out of the ground. She kissed him again, his long, bristly nose hairs brushed against her upper lip. He ripped her blouse open revealing her sunken-in, skeletal chest. Her former bounty was evident by the level of hanging and sagginess...like that of empty bags of O-negative discarded as biohazard. She unzipped his pants and loosed his wooden stake, at the ready to plunge deep into the heart of the vampire. He flung up her skirt and without hesitation drove his stake into her dusty coffin. She moaned and absentmindedly stroked his beard, which was grizzled and still contained the remnants of last evening's meal. She had forgotten what anchovies and Colt .45 smelled like. It had been a long time since she had actually stopped long enough to smell a man...or drink a beer. She resisted going for the jugular as he thrust harder and with more purpose. Soon, the two climaxed together like the wave of blood after the mass beheadings that Desdemona had witnessed centuries before. Afterward, they lay on top of the soft, squishy garbage bags in the alley. Atticus turned to face Desdemona.
"Well, honey," Atticus said, "you sure know how to drain the blood from a man's head."

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