Romans & histoires Creepypasta Bloody Mary

"Dignity, girl don't play with me. I know the guy you're talking about. It's that hunk who's always coming to the cafe these days. Fuck dignity, friend, if I could get him, I'll do him anytime any day" "He's a vampire" "Wow, kinky" Gracie purred and drank her shot. "This never gets old". "I think I am done. This is disgusting" she said setting her glass down, feeling out of it when a burning tingling sensation broke out over her arm and traveled all over her skin causing her to moan out before she could stop herself.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

Obviously, the Grandma read through the strange blows that the winds was trying to say. “Don't forget and always care yourself,” she said with a strange low tone, as if she was to leave yet couldn't voice out the words. She sighed and looked at the sky, “The Bloody Moon could be deadly to those who become eighteen, who live a seventeen year when others has their thousands!” In a next moment, Mariya suddenly feel like her body was being uncontrollable. It was steadily and was hide through the shadow of something. My consciousness was starting to slip away and my vision was those of a blurry.

He said nothing, his irritation was already evident to me as he shifted his gaze around the room. “Aryan! Didn’t expect to see you there!” Just then, a man approached us, and Aryan subtly positioned himself to block the stranger's view of me. “I had some business to attend.” Their conversation flowed, but I paid little attention. The real excitement was in the drinks that had just arrived. The Bloody Mary drink was a sight to behold – vibrant red with a rim of salt and a stalk of celery sticking out.

She put a glass of Bloody Mary on the counter. "Thanks." I take a sip. It tastes so bitter. I looked around and realized I'm the only one here. There are no other customers. It's still early. I really don't feel good about it. It's strange. Yesterday there were a lot of customers. Or maybe it's because of the rain. "I think I should go home now." I stood up, but before I could go, Miriam grabbed my wrist. "Wait, don't you want to see Aaron?" she asked. Her lips curved into a creepy smile. Her other hand's holding a knife. She laughed harshly, like someone who just came out from her grave. "Don't you want to know what happened to Aaron?"

Crap, I was bleeding, my wrist was bleeding and it was hurting like hell. My head was throbbing bad as if someone was hitting me on my skull with a hammer ... I was still struggling to free myself from this bloody rope when I heard some footsteps coming closer and closer..... I gulped down the thick lump of saliva that was formed with fear , I flinched badly when those footsteps stopped near me and an evil , crazy laugh filled my surroundings..... it felt like a psychopath laughing at my mistable state.... "well well well, look who we have hear.... Marilyn Smith, you had made me wait for so long , finally I got you "

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

A faint metallic scent began to linger—blood. An unfamiliar scene lay before their eyes. The men’s bodies were scattered around the room, motionless and silent. Some were in unnatural positions, with limbs twisted at impossible angles, while others lay more still, blood flowing from their noses or mouths. This was more than enough to show that they were not merely unconscious—some of them were dead. The once neat apartment had descended into chaos. The table had been pushed aside, the chairs had been overturned, and the door—now nothing more than a memory—lay toppled against one of the walls.

she moaned my name, her body beginning to shake, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I bit down hard, sinking my fangs deep into the pulse of her throat, piercing the skin with a sharp sting. Warm blood flooded my mouth, rich and intoxicating, her life force pulsing against my tongue. I took several long, greedy gulps, swallowing the metallic sweetness. The taste of her blood was the tipping point. Her pussy convulsed violently around my fingers, walls milking them as she climaxed, her juices gushing out, soaking my hand and the bench beneath her. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, her cries muffled against my shoulder, her body arching and shuddering.

Harsh white light flooded the room, leaving me momentarily blinded. "Ah fuck! Bitch give a warning before you do that!" I trained my eyes on her, my roommate as she finally sat on her bed. She was the exact opposite of me, in every sense. Her jet back hair was thrown up in two messy buns, with a few strands framing her face. She had make up on, and even her make up was a mess, her cherry red lipstick was smeared and her mascara was all...she was a mess, I have no idea how else to put it. A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled.