Vampire Bite On Neck Novels & Stories

He’s tall enough that even with the both of us kneeling—me on his lap, seating on his huge, pulsing shaft under the night sky—he can see straight down my body. I can literally smell the tension oozing off him as he catches sight of the blood traveling down from my neck to my chest. His eyes flash black. “Did you bite yourself?” He grates out, in a voice so rough, it makes me shudder. Gods, I’ve made a mistake. What the hell was I thinking bleeding in the presence of a vampire? “How the fuck is that any of your business?” I retort. The bite in my tone has more to do with me being impatient that he’s stopped moving than him questioning me.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

A cold dread seeped into my veins, and I flinched instinctively, my mind racing. In a blur of motion, the first vampire lunged at me, its speed terrifyingly precise. Before I could react, its hands gripped me tightly, lifting me effortlessly until we were at eye level. A split second later, I felt the sharp, piercing pain of its fangs sinking deep into my skin. A strangled gasp escaped my lips, and a single tear rolled down my cheek, the agony radiating through my body like wildfire.

I swallowed hard; my whole body tensed. God… this woman is asking for danger, I muttered under my breath. “Audrey…” I froze when she suddenly bit my neck. A jolt of electricity shot through my body, and my knees almost gave out. “Hik, hik… I’m a vampire. I need your blood,” she whispered playfully, still giggling. “Tsk! Stop it. Don’t make me carry you to another room,” I warned, trying to sound annoyed, though my voice trembled.

It was a lot easier to see him now that I wasn't dangling by the neck. I looked down at my bloodied shirt and confirmed that I wasn't dreaming. It was all real. I had in fact seen and been bitten by vampires. But that wasn't the strangest. I was feeling so hot. So hot I thought I might melt. But I wasn’t sweating. Not a drop of sweat was running down my head, neck, or arms. My neck! One hand quickly went to my neck and I winced in pain as my fingers grazed the sore and damaged skin over there.

He stiffened as he felt the syringe penetrate his skin, the deadly poison coursing through his veins. “Fuck!” he cursed before collapsing to the floor. I panted and looked at Tarr. “Oh, my Goddess!” I screamed when I saw blood gush out from Tarr’s neck. I helped him to stand up and looked at his neck. There were two small puncture dots on his neck from where blood was oozing out constantly. Did the vampire just bite him? Tarr coughed, holding his neck. “They’re coming.” I heard thundering footsteps approaching from the other side. Shit!

The body was fresh—too fresh, like she’d been dumped here hours ago. I leaned closer, my light catching a distinct mark on her neck: two puncture wounds, clean and deliberate. My stomach twisted. “Vampires,” I said, my voice low, the word heavy with certainty. The bite was unmistakable, just like the victims I had seen in the past. Jarred’s face tightened, but before he could respond, a putrid stench hit us, sharp and rancid, like rotting meat left in the sun. I gagged, covering my nose with my sleeve.

"I have sent you copies of the pictures from the scene... drink something before you view them." Mitch's frown deepened as he turned on his laptop and went to the new files. He opened the images and shocking dread filled his face. He reached for the glass cup on the table and drained it in one gulp. "You said bite marks were found around her neck... She doesn't have a neck anymore," He poured another glass. "This is not the work of an ordinary vampire..." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at the picture again. The woman in the picture had her head a few feet away from the body.

His white eye socket turn red with a mixture of black along with his socket and veins popping from the side of his eyes, I yelled before I felt his teeth on my neck, biting, a strong pain shoot through me, my blood trickle and he kicks it, crying for my life, he suck my blood making me completely weak. He licked all the blood on my neck and steady me up,he bit through his wrist and push into my mouth, squeezing my neck so I would gulp, my neck hurts but it started to heal leaving only a bite mark there. "Last thing you remember is a scream at the garden, you fell unconscious, I found you and helped to the elevator" he compelled. I followed him out and head to the elevator, he opened it and I

He points to his neck, where I would bite him if I chose to do it that way. “I like that idea much better.” I state, knowing that would be the way that I want to do it. It is not that I don't trust him not to drain me or whatever, it is just that when a vampire talks about biting your neck, your self-preservation skills kick in and you want to prevent it from happening. I just want to avoid that whole situation.