Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:57:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Lover

	First off... This is dedicated to all you goth girls out there.
Pale skin, black clothes, heavy eye makeup, god you all drive me crazy. I
love every one of you.

	Second this story contains graphic depictions of sexual behavior
between an adult and a teenaged girl. If that is illegal where you are, if
you are not 18 or if this offends you please read no further. If you are
under 18 and still want to read on I'm really sorry but legally you can't,
however in just a few years you will be able to vote, remember this when
you are asked to elect people that would tell young people they have no
rights.


				Dark Lover


	The darkness of night had descended upon the world. Jasmine was
comfortably wrapped in shadows as she stared down from the roof tops above
the street. Beal street in may. A flowing river of humanity moving in a
drunken stupor from one blues bar to another.
	The night was her mistress, it beckoned her, guided her, fed her,
loved her. She was hunting, as she did most nights. But unlike those others
and even now in this perfect time to find wayward tourists, she was hunting
not for her next meal, but instead for something completely different.
	Jasmine crouched low against the roof she was perched on. The
drumbeats from the music within, blues spilling out of the club and across
the street, soaking passers buy in its rich warm tones, vibrated with in
her chest. She loved Memphis. Her hands twisted slightly as long claws
formed, pushing in to the wood and brick. In a flash she spun and raced
off, away from the street. She leapt from the building to the ground below
still hidden in shadow, invisible to any one that might have been there.
	Jasmine was a predator, a monster. Doomed to darkness she lived a
life of hunting, and feeding. She was nasferatu, vampire. Behind her was
her target but she was not planing to approach her tonight. She had other
plans. The girl she had focused her attentions on only moments before was
not going any where. She was a street kid, living off the handouts and pity
of those traveling Beal, drunk and looking for more party time. The girl
was perfect. Young, and attractive beneath the colored hair and dirt. She
was drug addicted but that was easy enough to cure. She was a victim, a
leaf blowing in the wind, at the mercy of the world around her, destine to
go where she was carried and without any hope of control over her own
future. This would remain true for her but she would at least have
available to her the possibility of a better life. Jasmine had something to
offer that the streets did not. A home and a purpose.
	Jasmine moved quietly through back streets and alleys. She stayed
away from main roads whenever possible. Perhaps it was her instincts or
just learned behavior, either way she avoided being seen whenever she
could. Tonight was no different. She went home, the long way, the same way
she always did.
	It was still early when Jasmine reached the apartment building she
called home. She reached out with a clawed hand and gripped the side of the
building. She scampered up the side of the building and over the railing of
her balcony in seconds. As she stepped on to the balcony the sliding glass
door to her apartment unlocked and slid open. She walked through it and it
closed behind her.
	Something Jasmine had always enjoyed was the ability to move things
and control minor electronics with her thoughts alone. Most of what she was
she took as a curse and hated deeply, but not that part. She glanced at the
television and it clicked on. Immediately she flipped through the channels
before turning it off and sitting down on the couch. A magazine on the
coffee table caught her attention and she leaned forward picking it up.
	Article by article, ad by ad Jasmine worked her way through the
magazine, awaiting the sunrise that would trigger her instincts. The first
rays of light that would drive her to sleep. An irresistible pull toward
some dark corner where she could lay down and enter the death sleep of the
vampire. When at last that time came she went to her room where the windows
were covered with tin foil and laid on her bed. She closed her eyes and
almost immediately fell asleep.
	Jasmine had lived this way for more than eighty years. She had been
living in Chicago in the mid nineteen twenties working in a club. She was a
waitress, serving drinks in a speak easy all week long just to make enough
money to live in a tiny apartment. On her off days she cleaned the houses
of many of her customers. They were all fairly wealthy gangster types, most
were involved in bootlegging. For a black woman of the times she was
treated fairly well by both her boss and the people she met in the club.
	It had been on her way home from the speakeasy one night that she
was turned. She was walking along the darkened streets, alone as she most
often did. She had heard nothing, sensed nothing when suddenly she was
grabbed from behind and dragged down an alley.
	Jasmine tried to scream but found she could not make a sound, not
because she was being muffled some how but instead because she felt as if
she could not move or act of her own accord. She was raped in the alley and
that was when she saw the face of her attacker. She knew him from the club
she worked in but had never spoken to him. She thought the attack was over
when he stepped back but that was when she saw his teeth. Long, sharp
teeth. Almost before she could react to the sight he lunged forward and
ripped in to her throat. She tried to fight, to scream, to escape but she
could not. The man's strength had been to much for her. Life began to slip
away from Jasmine. Her vision was going black, all of the pain and fear was
subsiding when suddenly a new sensation overwhelmed her. A burning cold
tore through her body from her throat and then the world went black.
	Some time later, she had no idea how long it had been, she awoke to
a sharp pinch in her leg and sat up finding herself sitting on a table with
a man in a white lab coat and apron standing at her side trying to feed a
needle in to her leg. Instinctively she slapped it away and jumped up,
dizzy, confused and naked.
	Without a word Jasmine turned and ran out of the room she was
in. She found stairs and followed them in to a larger part of a house which
some part of her recognized as a funeral home. She was too confused to
fully comprehend anything but her fear as she left the house and ran out in
to the night.
	Clothes became a priority as the fear subsided. Jasmine found a
dress hanging on a clothes line and dawned it. Her belly burned and her
head ached. She did not know it at the time but she was suffering her first
attack of the hunger that would drive her for the remainder of her life, or
death, or whatever it was to be called.
	Jasmine made her first kill that night, driven completely by
instinct. A hobo, near the rail yard had the misfortune of encountering her
and died for it. Horrified and disgusted Jasmine found a quiet place to
hide as the sun rose. Her body took over and forced her to sleep before the
events of that first night could be fully absorbed.
	Nights passed without the fire in her body that had driven the
woman to kill an innocent man. Jasmine could hardly believe her own
senses. She could see in the night better than in a brightly lit room. She
could smell things that she some how instinctively understood. She could
sense the thoughts of people around her. And something else, something
distant. Something that some how she knew was the man that had done this to
her.
	Little by little the reality took shape in her mind and when the
hunger took her a second time she realized what she was. It made no sense
to her. It was impossible but everything she had experienced was
impossible. Hearing the thoughts of others was impossible, growing fangs
and ripping people's throats out was impossible. However, impossible or not
it was happening and Jasmine admitted to herself as she sat over the body
of her second victim, that she was a vampire.
	From death to something that resembled living, Jasmine came out of
her sleep in sync with the setting sun. Tonight was the night, it was the
night she would procure her new girl friday.
	Jasmine slipped from her apartment in to the night and made her way
toward Beal street. She was not so careful to stay hidden this night. She
was dressed for human interactions in her black lacy half shirt and long
black skirt. She wore high heels that lifted her a bit from her petite five
foot two. Long black dreadlocks reached to the middle of her back and she
bunched a part of these on top of her head making her look even a little
taller.
	She owned a car, she owned many things. It's amazing what a person
can steel when the have the ability to influence the minds of others. She
did not like to drive however and most often walked where ever she wanted
to go.
	On the lawn of the power company building a young girl, Michelle,
sat with the people she called friends. They were smoking and begging and
generally being street rats. Jasmine walked past them and as she did she
reached out with her thoughts, implanting the idea that the girl needed to
follow her.
	"I'll be back in a minute I wanna see something." Michelle said as
Jasmine passed her by.
	Jasmine led the girl a short distance to a darkened side
street. "Following me?" She laughed as she turned to face the girl.
	"No... Uh, I don't know." Michelle looked confused. She shook her
head and turned to leave.
	"Where are you going?" Jasmine asked, regaining the girl's
attention.
	"Back to my friends."
	"Friends?" Jasmine approached the girl, a smile on her lips. "Are
you hungry?" the vampire looked the girl over. She had not needed to ask
she could smell the hunger, the drugs, everything. "I'm hungry, would you
like to get some food?"
	"I don't need no one feelin sorry for me lady." Michelle turned to
leave again.
	"I didn't say I did. I just asked if you would like some
food. There's a burger joint up the street here, and I don't like to eat
alone so why not come with me?" Jasmine reached out to the girl and took
her hand.
	Michelle allowed Jasmine to hold her hand though it made her
slightly uncomfortable. She was worried about what the woman wanted from
her. It was her experience that no one did anything nice for anyone unless
they planed to get something out of it. This was definitely true with
Jasmine as it would have been with anyone else but what Jasmine had to
offer was far better than anything the girl was likely to find elsewhere.
	Jasmine released he companion's hand as she stepped up to the
counter. She ordered herself an iced tea and a hamburger before stepping to
the side and allowing Michelle to order her own meal. As they sat down
Jasmine set her purse aside and took her drink. She watched carefully as
Michelle ate hungrily.
	"What do you plan to do with your life?" Jasmine finally asked.
	Michelle shrugged her shoulders and looked up. "You gonna try to
get me to go to church?"
	"No." Jasmine laughed. "Not at all. But I'm wondering how you ended
up here. You can't be more than sixteen."
	"Fifteen." Michelle shoved a handful of french fries in to her
mouth after dipping them in barbeque sauce.
	Jasmine did not need to ask anything. She knew how Michelle ended
up on the streets. She had never known her father, and her mother died when
she was thirteen. She went to live with her grandmother and within a few
months discovered drugs. From there it had not taken long before she ran
away and had been in and out of juvenile hall ever since. She had not been
caught with drugs on her yet, luckily for her, but every time she got
caught and brought home, she ran away again. The girl was a mess and might
be beyond redemption but she was what Jasmine wanted. Young, pretty and in
need.
	"I have something I can offer you that the streets never will."
Jasmine said after a long silence.
	Michelle looked at her for a moment as she finished the last bite
of her burger. She remained quiet as she pulled several fries from their
box and dipped them in barbeque sauce then shoved them in her
mouth. "What's that?" She said around them.
	"A home, and a reason for getting up in the morning." Jasmine
sipped her drink and sat back slightly. "You'd have a home, money,
food. Basically anything you need."
	"You're not just giving me that. What do I have to do?"
	"Well that's the thing. See I'm a bit of a night person and I need
some one that can work for me during the day. Keep my house, run errands,
things like that."
	"That's it?" Michelle finished her fries and drained her drink.
	"Are you still hungry?" Jasmine asked. The girl nodded her
head. The vampire happily reached in to her purse and pulled out a ten
dollar bill which she handed to the girl. "Well go get whatever you want."
	Doing as she was instructed, the girl got up and went to the
counter. Jasmine sat quietly, watching her, and waiting for her to come
back to the table.
	"So like are you a pervert? Do I have to sleep with you or
something?" Michelle asked as she sat back down.
	"A pervert? No. And as far as sleeping with me, why would you think
I even liked little girls?" Jasmine almost laughed.
	"Because if you just wanted a maid you could put an add in the
paper. I'm not stupid lady, I know there's always a reason people do stuff
for homeless people." Michelle unwrapped her second burger and began eating
it.
	"Well in that case, as a matter of fact I do think you're
attractive, but I'm not going to force you to do things you don't want to."
	The girl nodded her head and focused her attention back on the
burger. She had nothing more to say at the moment and was waiting for her
hostess to restart the conversation.
	After several moments of silence Michelle was feeling
uncomfortable. She set her food aside and pushed her hand through her dirty
blue hair. "What?" She finally said, overly aware of Jasmine's eyes on her.
	"You're addicted to drugs. Cocaine isn't it?"
	"So." Was Michelle's simple response.
	"I can help you with that. If you take my offer then I can get you
off the drugs..."
	"What if I don't want too."
	"Then you can go back to the streets. I won't have drugs in my
home. I can make you a new person. Some one that is old enough to run my
errands and do thing things I need done. You'll have everything you want or
need. So long as you remain trust worthy and sober." Jasmine stood from her
seat. "Grab your food let's go outside." She led the girl out the door and
seated herself at one of three tables in front of the restaurant. Almost
immediately she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse. At first she
offered one to the girl who refused then she took one for herself and lit
it.
	The vampire drew a long smoke filled breath and leaned back. "You
can have a completely new life. Or you can go back to the streets and be
turning tricks for your next fix by the time your sixteen."
	Michelle shuddered. She couldn't stand the idea of hooking. She had
gone hungry more than once rather than having sex for money. Jasmine knew
why. It was why she had picked the girl rather than going on about her life
the way she normally did. Michelle, like the vampire, was gay. "And if I
say yes, you'll just give me all this?"
	"A little at a time. As you show me you can handle it."
	Michelle finished her second burger and leaned her head on her
hand, with her elbow on the table. It was so much to consider and it all
sounded to good to be true. She was afraid of what would happen to her if
she did not go, but almost equally afraid of what Jasmine might ask from
her.
	The girl shifted uncomfortably and watched Jasmine finish her
cigarette. "You don't have a boyfriend that likes little girls or something
do you?"
	"No. I'm gay, just like you." Jasmine smiled. Michelle had never
told any one. She looked confused and a little embarrassed.
	"How..."
	"You just know sometimes." Jasmine interrupted. The vampire reached
out with her mind. She could sense that the girl wanted to take her
offer. She could also sense the fear the girl had. Michelle was deeply
unhappy living on the streets but she was equally unhappy at home. For her
there was no good place to be and she was thinking that maybe the offer
presented to her might be her salvation.
	Michelle shrugged her shoulders slightly and looked down at the
table. Anything had to be better than another night on the street. "I'll
try."
	Jasmine smiled. She dropped her cigarette on the ground and dragged
her foot over it. She paused for several moments before she stood and held
out her hand. "I'm not far from here."
	They walked the mile to Jasmine's apartment building chatting
lightly. The vampire was trying to put the girl at ease. She was also
wondering at what point she would reveal herself to the girl. She wanted
Michelle to know in no uncertain terms that she would get away with
stealing from her or doing drugs or anything else the girl might do.
	As they stepped in to the apartment Jasmine turned on the lights
and looked at her homeless guest. "You need a shower." She led Michelle to
the bathroom where she left the girl for her bedroom.
	Jasmine gathered up clothing that looked like it might fit the
girl. Michelle was only slightly taller than Jasmine but clearly
thinner. The vampire took the clothes and went to the bathroom where she
set them on the sink. Not wanting to give the girl a choice she took the
dirty cloths Michelle had shed and carried them to the kitchen where she
threw everything except the girl's jacket away.
	The jacket meant something to Michelle. Jasmine grudgingly decided
to wash it and let her keep it. It was an army jacket a size to large for
the girl. It had been her mothers when the woman had been in the military
and when she died Michelle took it. It was one of the few things the girl
had left of her mother. The next most important to her being an old
photograph that she kept in the jacket's breast pocket.
	Jasmine pulled the tattered photo out of the jacket pocket and
looked at it for a moment. Michelle looked like a younger version of her
mother. The vampire set the photograph aside and dropped the jacket in the
washer. She poured detergent in and started the machine.
	Michelle reveled in the shower for nearly thirty minutes before she
stepped out and found the clothes the vampire had laid out for her. She did
not like to wear skirts but rather than argue she put the clothes on and
stepped out of the bathroom toweling her hair as she walked down the hall
toward the living room.
	"Much better." Jasmine said as the girl appeared. "I threw your
clothes out, I'll buy you new ones if you leave."
	"My jacket!" Michelle sounded desperate.
	"It's in the washer." Jasmine pointed toward the doors which opened
in to the laundry closet. Michelle pushed the doors open, tears filling her
eyes until she saw her mothers picture sitting on the dryer. The child was
visibly relieved. She picked it up and held it to her chest.
	"My mom." She said, looking down at the picture. She went back to
the living room where Jasmine invited her to sit on the couch. "I don't
even know your name." The girl said. She combed her fingers through her
hair and adjusted in her seat.
	"Jasmine."
	"I'm Michelle but every one calls me Mishy."
	Jasmine smiled and nodded her head. "Our first order of business is
to help your addictions." Jasmine reached out and stroked the girls
hair. Michelle shrank slightly from the hand but soon relaxed. "Will this
color come out?"
	"Yeah it fades when you wash it."
	"Good, I know you like it but you need to look respectable." The
vampire reached in to the girls thoughts and encouraged her to feel
sleepy. There was so much to be done but for now the child needed a good
night's sleep, the next week would be very difficult and uncomfortable for
her.


	Addiction is as much mental as it is physical. Jasmine did not want
to make the child's withdrawals too easy. However she wanted to help her
through it as much as she could without taking the lesson in it away.
	It took more than a week for Michelle to finally begin to over come
the addiction. The physical symptoms had mostly subsided but the mental
desire remained. Jasmine used her influence, her ability to change the
thoughts of another to curb this, the most powerful part of the addiction.
	Michelle was a two week project by the time it was over and in that
time Jasmine had chosen not to reveal what she was to the girl. Not then
but now she was ready for the girl to understand everything she was
involved in.
	The apartment was dark except for a lonely lamp in the living room
glowing with little more than a sixty watt bulb. Jasmine stepped in,
standing between Michelle and the television. "We need to talk." She
said. Behind her the television turned off and the girl looked down at the
remote in her hand. She shrugged and set it on the table.
	"What about?" She asked. She looked tired and worn but still far
better than she had when she first arrived. Her hair had begun to return to
it's normal color since the girl was getting a daily shower.
	"Me." Jasmine walked around the table and sat across the couch from
the girl. "I'm not like other women you might know." She said.
	"Is this where you tell me you're a guy?"
	"No." Jasmine laughed. "I'm... Different though." Jasmine waved her
hand and the overhead light came on. Michelle startled slightly and looked
around.
	"How did you do that?"
	"Well that's what I wanted to explain." Jasmine leaned close as if
she were going to tell a secret. "I'm a vampire." She confessed.
	Michelle laughed and shook her head. "C'mon what is it really?" She
adjusted in her seat. "Be serious. Are you going to throw me out or
something?"
	"No. And I am being serious." Jasmine slid close to the girl, her
face only inches from Michelle's. She opened her mouth as she let her fangs
slip in to place and her eyes shift to an unearthly yellow. "I'm a
vampire." She said again.
	Michelle slid off the couch and backed up slightly. "No frickin
way." She almost shouted. "Vampire's aren't real."
	Jasmine stood and walked toward her. She reached out and stroked
the girl's cheek. "I'm as real as you are."
	"You cant be." Michelle stared in to the shining yellow eyes of the
woman she had thought she knew. "Are those contacts?"
	"You saw them change. But I can prove it if you like, what should I
do?"
	"Can you fly?" The girl asked.
	"Why the hell do they always ask that..." Jasmine grumbled. "No I
can't fly okay and I'm a little sensitive about it. I can grow claws and
fangs and I can move really fast, how about that?" Jasmine moved as if to
take a step and simply vanished appearing to move instantly across the room
from Michelle.
	Michelle's first instinct was to run. She turned slightly as if to
do just that and realized there was no way to get away. She focused her
attention back on Jasmine."Are you going to kill me?"
	"Of course not silly, why would I go through so much trouble with
you if that was all I wanted?" Jasmine went back to the couch and sat
down. She retracted her teeth and smiled up at the girl. "Sit down."
Michelle did as she was told. She stayed as far from Jasmine as she
could. The girl looked tense, afraid.
	"I don't want to die." She finally said.
	"You won't." The vampire moved closer and Michelle pushed back away
from her. "Relax." Jasmine reached out and stroked the girls hair. Michelle
was shaking but she nodded her head and did her best not to seem so
afraid. The vampire's hand ran down her shoulder and came to rest on her
leg. "I promise I wont hurt you."
	"But you're evil..."
	"Evil? hmm. It doesn't really work that way. I'm just what I am. I
have a will of my own just like you. I haven't killed a human being in a
very long time and even then the last one more than deserved it."
	"How do you know?" Michelle immediately asked.
	"The same way I know anything about you that I want to know. The
same way I knew you were gay. The same way that I knew to take your
mother's picture out of your jacket before I washed it." Jasmine slid a
little closer. Her intentions with the girl were not only those of a
mistress and a servant. She had been waiting until the girl was over the
worst part of her addiction before trying anything and that time had come.
	Michelle could not take any more and she slid off of the couch and
stood. "I can't." She finally said. "You'll hurt me."
	"I assure you." Jasmine stood and moved close to the girl. Her lips
were only inches from the child's neck as she spoke. "I won't hurt you."
Jasmine's breath on the girl's neck sent a shiver through her body.
	"Promise me."
	Jasmine smiled and stood back slightly. She held her hand in the
air, "I promise." She said. The vampire moved close. "I can show you things
you never thought possible."  The vampire moved close to the girl She
leaned in and pressed her lips on Michelle's neck. Her teeth slipped back
in to place and she opened her mouth, pressing the tips gently against
Michelle's fair skin.
	"What..." Michelle gasped and pushed away. "You were going to bite
me."
	Jasmine stayed quiet. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around
the girl. She slid her hands along Michelle's tense body and down over her
ass. "Trust me, I promised you, I'm not going to hurt you." The vampire
leaned back in and pressed her teeth against the girl's flesh. She reached
in to the child's mind and blocked any pain she might feel as her teeth
pierced in to Michelle's neck. Jasmine let blood flow from her body in to
the girl eliciting shudders from the child as a warm sensation seemed to
flow through her entire body.
	Jasmine's blood in the girl's body would do many things, the most
important of which, it would link them. The vampire drew in just a taste of
the girl before releasing her. Because Jasmine had first expressed her own
blood in to the child the wound at her neck healed almost instantly, but
the girl would not become a vampire. That required the vampire to first
drink in the blood of her victim and then push her blood, mixed with
Michelle's back in to the child's body.
	Michelle put her hand to her neck and stared with wide eyes at the
Vampire. "What did you do, I feel..." She began to swoon and Jasmine had to
catch her and help her to the couch.
	"We're linked now. You'll be able to sense me and I can sense you,
at least for a little while." The vampire moved close to the girl and
smiled. "It's particularly powerful during sex."
	The vampire kissed the girl's lips. "Do you want to do this?" She
asked quietly as she ran her hands across Michelle's belly.
	"Do I have a choice?"
	Jasmine sat back and smiled. "Of course you do." She answered. "I
won't force you to do anything you don't want to."
	Michelle nodded but remained quiet for several moments before she
finally smiled. "I think I do." She answered.
	The vampire smiled a crooked smile and moved back over the
girl. There were many things she had learned in her years outside the norms
of society and pursuing what she wanted was one of those things.
	Jasmine Kissed the girl's lips and moved down her neck. Each time
her cold lips touched Michelle she tensed slightly. As the Vampire moved
down her throat to her chest the girl finally began to relax.
	Button by button Jasmine removed the girl's shirt and then her
skirt. Michelle began almost right away to feel self conscious and covered
her chest with her arms.  Jasmine smiled and sat back, pulling her own
shirt up over her head. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra,
letting it fall to the floor. She then removed Michelle's bra, nimbly
reaching behind the girl and unhooking it with only two fingers.
	The vampire's lips covered one of Michelle's nipples and the girl
drew a sharp breath as the sensation seemed to rocket from her chest to her
clit. "Oh god." She whispered hoarsely.
	Jasmine cupped the girl's breasts as she slid down her body,
gripping the child's panties in her teeth and pulling them away from her
body. Jasmine Slid the girl's underwear down her legs and tossed them over
the side of the couch, giggling to herself as she did.
	"I should warn you, this might be a bit intense." Jasmine said
quietly. Michelle looked down at her and nodded her head.
	The vampire kissed and licked around the girl's pubic hair and over
her mound. The scent of the girl's excitement reached her and she
shuddered. Excitement rushed through her, but it did not just effect
her. Michelle also felt it burning on her skin. Jasmine hovered for a
moment as her sex began to ache. She kept her eyes on Michelle as she
leaned forward and sucked the girl's clit in to her mouth.
	Almost as soon as she did she felt a rush from her own loins. She
moaned slightly sending vibrations and waves of pleasure through Michelle's
body. Carefully, but quite expertly, Jasmine slippered her jeans and
underwear off in a single motion, never taking her lips from the girl's
sex.
	With movements as graceful as a cat the vampire moved around on the
bed to hover over her partner, her sex inches from Michelle's waiting
mouth. She lowered herself down slightly and the girl wrapped her arms
around Jasmine's waist pulling her close and lapping at her vulva.  They
held each other tightly as they sucked and lapped at one another until at
last the fire of climx began to build in them both. The link they shared
kept them in perfect synchronicity. Jasmine withdrew just as Michelle's
orgasm ripped through her. The vampire's teeth slipped in to place and she
pushed them in to the girl's flesh, careful not to let her feel any pain
that might disrupt her climax.
	Jasmine, like any female could have an orgasm but for her, it was
far more pleasurable if she took blood as the climax waxed. The vampire
drew a small amount of blood, just enough that both she and her partner
would feel the rush of new life coursing through her during sexual
fulfillment. The sweetness of excited blood caused the vampire to swoon. So
intense was this sensation that Michelle cried out and all but fainted back
against the bed.
	Jasmine forced herself to withdraw her teeth. She turned and moved
to lay next to the girl. The vampire whispered in to her ear. "That is
nothing compared to what I can show you."
	Jasmine closed her eyes and let the sensations, the new life and
all it brought with it wash through her. Michelle was exhausted, she had
experienced far to much to expect her to do anything more. It did not
matter to Jasmine though. She had gotten plenty of satisfaction
already. Feeding from some one in the throws of passion was a deeply moving
and power experience. Her orgasm paled by comparison.
	The lights in the room blinked out. Jasmine laid her arm over the
girl and closed her eyes. It was early and she did not feel like sleeping
but she wanted to enjoy the warmth of a living body next to her.
	"What did you do to me?" The girl asked sleepily.
	"You probably don't want to know." Jasmine leaned up and kissed her
ear softly.
	"Did you bite me?" She asked, not sounding entirely concerned about
it.
	"Yes."
	"Am I a vampire now?"
	"No." Jasmine stroked Michelle's back. She closed her eyes and
snuggled closer to the girl. "But it is why you feel the way you do."
	"I'm sleepy."
	"You lost blood." The vampire giggled. "And you came pretty hard
too. It's a wonder you aren't out cold right now."
	Michelle turned on her side and forced herself to open her
eyes. "Would you make me a vampire if I asked you too?"
	"You're too young."
	"Too young?" She sounded annoyed.
	"Yes. It wouldn't be fair to you." The vampire opened her eyes and
smiled. "Besides, how could you be my girl friday if I did?"
	"We could find some one else."
	"Perhaps." She stroked Michelle's cheek and kissed her softly. "Go
to sleep, you've had a long night."