King of Vampires

Friday bloomed with rain clouds decorating the sky and the wind blowing up a tantrum, the howling noise fleeting in through the open blinds waking me before my alarm clock. The cold accompanying the rain seeping through the walls, chilling the room. Graduation day, I thought to myself, breathing deeply as I smelled the rain. Yawning, I padded gently to the front of my wardrobe where I had hung up my gown and cap, smiling widely as I fingered the material, imagining myself flinging my cap. Two days before, I had succeeded in completing my project and getting a positive result on the two tests I had run it on. Finished getting ready, the yellow dress I had bought hugging my lithe curves, my hair swept up in a messy bun as I stared into the mirror, my hand coming up to the faint bruise on the top of collar bone. I touched the twin circle marks, my head pounding drastically as I tried to recall how I had gotten the mark, my panic coating the room as the obvious scenario of what had happ

Test running my programmed app to the six major shareholders of Laurent's Inc., excluding the owner, using Andrew; an eighty year old vampire. I collected his print, inputting it into the app and let the program run its course. A beeping sound filled the silent room, as my app identified five newly made vampires Andrew had turned and their locations. Resounding applause came up from all over the room as I clicked off the projector, done with my presentation. After four weeks of working in Laurent's Lab and I had developed my program further with the help of their database and facilities, and had been invited today to the shareholder's meeting to present my project to them. I walked out of the meeting room, my heart in my shaky legs as I went back to my office, Claude's scent of lavender and sex following me, meaning I had done well and had gotten his approval. An hour later, Claude walked in, an eminent grin plastered on his face, "You did great out there, D". We had resorted to a fir

We were to meet at the bar close to Laurent's Inc. to discuss strategy, or that's what I thought the meeting Vanir had scheduled was for as I walked into the bar, JP Cooper's voice serenading the air from a jukebox.I ordered a dry martini and settled into my seat waiting for my partner to show his face, the events of the day replaying through my mind. Lanie's shock at finding out, according to her, that the hunk of lickable, fuckable pure male was my partner still made me laugh till this point.The waiter dropped off my drink, informing me that the drink had already been paid for as I brought out my card.Checking the time, I sipped my drink, the having to wait, grating on my nerves. The bane of my existence walked in ten minutes later, greeting the waiter with familiar familiarity as he headed towards me, his eyes glinting and his teeth flashing."Dalia", he breathed out my name, like oxygen, essential for survival."A minute more and you would have had yourself a table for one", I

I moaned out in ecstasy as two of his fingers slipped into me, his other hand palming my breast roughly as he growled his approval, his fingers sliding in and out of my wet channel, pumping greedily. I closed my eyes in sweet agony, as his tongue sneaked into my mouth battling my senses, the scent of chocolate filled the room as I cried out from the torture, opening my eyes to see my faceless sexual tormentor finally had a face. Vanir.----------------------------------------------Lanie handed me a cup of coffee as we headed to the project room, people's chatter floating out into the hallway. The bots had been silent ever since their first attack a week ago. I hadn't seen Vanir since then either. The room quieted as our assistant floor manager walked in for another briefing, his daylight ring glinting gold in the light as he walked to the front of the room and turned to face us, "I commend the hard work you have all put towards seeing that the menaces sponsoring this chaotic mess c

The bots attack on a vampire establishment had the newly mades and the vampires antsy, talks and murmurs of why the 'king of Vampires' hadn't done anything to quell the situation coming up on everyone's lips.Rumours circulating round that he was dead, the vampire population going wild with leashed fury, waiting, just waiting to be provoked once again. Distress calls, threat calls, all sorts of calls came in from every telephone in Laurent's Inc. either threatening the lives of the human employees or soliciting for protection against the bots or calling to confirm whether Jacob St. Laurent was truly dead; as a result majority of the human employees in Laurent's Inc. were sent home for a one week break until the fray settled.Lanie was among those sent back and I wasn't.I got to work everyday with my heart in my throat, praying that there won't be a repeat of that night ever again in my life.Claude had come to pick us up that night, after the whole shooting had died down and the bot