Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 00:34:44 EST
From: LF
Subject: Vampire Night-Part one

It was November, the winter breeze was beginning to take over the outside
world and the waning moon was the only light that shone through the windows
of the old New Orleans manor when Dahlia arrived late that night. It was
almost morning when see had moved most of her things into the entryway and
fell asleep.

	The fall sunlight woke her late the next morning. She sat up to
survey her new investment. It was old and dusty and creaked with every gust
of wind. Dahlia stood up and began to explore. It would take a lot of work,
but when she was finished, this house would be the best looking boarding
school in Louisiana.

	She walked into the main sitting room. Some of the old furniture
sat, covered with sheets that were covered in century-old dust. She
sighed. "I'll come back to this room."

She thought, and went on exploring the house. When she was satisfied, she
started the long process of cleaning.

	The sun was setting as she finished the entryway and dining
commons, and she decided to begin her work in the sitting room. She removed
all of the sheets, and after the clouds of dust had settled she stood in
awe of the turn-of-the-century furniture. She turned towards the fireplace
and began dusting the mantel. On the end of the ledge stood a filthy earn
that toppled over the edge when her feather duster struck it. Dahlia
groaned as the earn shattered and a huge pile of ash spilled out. "Great."
She thought. "I've disturbed the dead guy." She laughed at herself and bent
down to pick up the pieces of glass but she slipped and cut her finger in a
small shard. Her blood began to spill onto the floor and onto the ashes and
the glass. She ran from the room so she could wrap her finger.

When Dahlia returned with a broom she looked out the window, she hadn't
realized how late it had gotten. She walked over to the fireplace only to
find that the ashes were gone, only the broken glass remained.

A beautiful humming echoed behind her. Dahlia turned quickly to see a
beautiful woman, pale as the moon with dark red hair, leaning naked against
the wall. The woman continued humming to herself as Dahlia stared at
her. Dahlia stuttered. "Wh-who the hell are you?" The woman stood up and
ceased her song.

 "What year is it now?" she asked, ignoring Dahlia's question.

 "What? Answer me! Who are you? And what the fuck are you doing here?"

 The Woman's voice was steady and calm. "I am Mariana. What year is this?"

"Well Mariana, you-you better leave or I'll call the police!" Dahlia warned
shaken.

 " I will not leave." Mariana retorted. "This is my house."

 She began to walk towards Dahlia. "What year is this?" she asked again.

 Dahlia was hypnotized. "2002" was all she could reply.

Mariana turned away from her and Dahlia blinked.

 "What do you mean 'this is your house'?" she asked after a moment.

"Well, it was my house. 80 years ago." She walked to the window.

 Dahlia plopped down on he couch in disbelief.

"How is that possible? You're much too young."

Mariana smiled and turned. "It is quite simple. It is my house because. I
am a vampire."

Suddenly Mariana was pinning Dahlia to the couch. "I would just like to
thank you and your poor little finger for bringing me back to life." She
grabbed Dahlia's hand and peeled the bandage away from her finger and began
to suckle the wound. Dahlia shuddered. It felt so good and she couldn't
figure out why. She was so scared, but she couldn't bring herself to fight
Mariana off. Her vision became blurry, and her eyelids became heavy. Then
Mariana stopped. And Dahlia came to. She looked at her finger. The wound
had healed. She stared in amazement at Mariana, who stood up. Her breasts
brushed Dahlia's face. She was beautiful in the moonlight. Color was coming
back into her skin.

Dahlia couldn't move. She could only feel an ache, deep down, for this
mysterious woman. After a pause Mariana turned and said: "Your blood is
sweet, and your heart is pure. I do not like to be alone, so you will be
mine." Dahlia could only nod.

Her was body numb to everything else around her but this woman.

Mariana leaned down and kissed Dahlia on the lips, soft but forceful.
Dahlia felt a sudden burst of warmth shoot through her and rest between her
legs. She could taste her own blood on Mariana's lips, but it didn't taste
like blood, more like a sweet wine. She swooned.

Mariana slowly began to unbutton Dahlia's shirt as Dahlia's chest heaved.
Their tongues met and danced as Mariana pulled Dahlia's shirt off. Mariana
cupped Dahlia's right breast, pulling it out of the bra. She ran her
fingers over the skin as Dahlia moaned into their kiss.

Soon the bra was off. And Mariana was sucking on Dahlia's nipples, first
one, then the other. Slowly.  Dahlia could feel herself getting wetter and
wetter and could not wait any longer. She pulled her pants and panties off
in one swoop. Mariana smiled and spread Dahlia's legs. She bent down to
taste her lover's juices. Lapping at Dahlia's clit until Dahlia's hips were
bucking with the ever-growing climax. Mariana came back up to Dahlia's
face, sticking her tongue into her new lover's mouth.

She put her finger in Dahlia's vagina and slowly began to pump. She used
her thumbnail to flick Dahlia's clit.

Dahlia began to get hotter and hotter, and everything became blurry.
Mariana began kissing her face and her neck., and just before Dahlia came:
Mariana sunk her fangs into Dahlia's neck.

It was the most incredible orgasm Dahlia had ever had. She slept. And
Mariana waited for her to wake up, so she could finish the job.

To be continued . . .