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hyperventilating, and there's
nothing anyone can do to stop me now.
    "That's why I told you, I'm
a vampire. I don't know what to say if you still don't believe me
now." he smirks.
    Shit, shit, shit. I raise
my hand to my neck, noticing how unusually wet my neck is. Fresh
blood stains my fingers and I go into shock just looking at it.
Actually, I feel like I'm about to go into shock, but somehow I'm
as calm as I'll ever be. Did he inject some sedative into me? I
don't know.
    I roll over, burying my
head into the pillow it's all a bad dream, isn't it? I'm confused
as hell, scared even now that the gravity of the situation finally
dawned upon me.
    My thoughts fly by in a
flurry, all screaming for my immediate attention. I don't know even
know which one to address first. It's all too much.
    * * * * *
    The warm glow of the
morning sun bathes me and floods my eyes as I open them.
    Damn, my head's buzzing
from a serious hangover. I get up.
    Shit Jessica, I think to
myself, what the hell did you to now?
    I hold my head in my arms,
trying to will this paralyzing hangover away.
    Oh right, ha, I smirked at the
thought. I actually slept with a vampire . Who am I to believe that
crap!
    He even bit me here
-
    My hand traces the part of
my neck where he supposedly bit me last night. Suddenly all of last
night's experiences come flooding back to me. This is no dream, I
force myself to focus as I trace the two small bite wounds that
sullied my fair skin.
    Shit, it's real after
all.
    "RICKKKKKK!" I scream in
panic.
    I look around and find that
I'm still inside his apartment. Okay, he can't run away at
least.
    Getting up, I throw the
blanket off me, trading it for my clothes that are strewn all over
the floor from last night's bout of passion.
    When I find him, he's going to
have a
lot of
explaining to do.
    END :)
     
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    At long last, Jessica finds Rick again
in a pub picking up women of all things, typical. She's furious
that he bit her neck the last time but more curious about what an
eternity as a vampire entails. With nowhere to escape, Rick brings
her back to his real apartment this time, preparing to reveal his
vampire secret and more…
     
    Excerpt:
     
    His apartment is a lot less
fancy that I expect. Granted the first time we did it in a
stranger's house, he got my expectations way up.
    "This is it?" I ask,
standing in the doorway.
    "Why? Not good enough for
you?"
    "No, I mean, I half
expected you to live in an ancient castle or something with a
coffin in your bedroom."
    He resists breaking into
another round of annoying laughter as I glare at him, daring him to
do it again.
    "Ha, it's not like that
Jessica. Even we vampires do keep up with the times otherwise we'll
stand out."
    "You mean there's more of
you?" Like I should be surprised about that, if vampires like Rick
exist with the ability to turn other people into one, then the
possibility of other vampires shouldn't sound that
absurd.
    "Yep," he nods, "there's a
whole coven of us, as far as I know. I don't like living with them
though. I prefer meeting people who are more… alive."
    I step in, ignoring the
unimpressive interior. I don't feel attracted to him for his wealth
or anything superficial like that. I guess it's more out of a
morbid mix of curiosity and passion for he's a really great lover
after all.
    He holds out his arms and I
let him carry me into his bedroom. There really isn't a coffin in
here. I guess even vampires can't resist the wave of modernization.
It feels like the magical first time all over again, that out of
all the girls in the bar, I was the one that blew him
away.
    Gently, I relax as he rests
me onto the bed. I grab and bury my face as deeply as I can into
his pillow. It smells like him. Yup, this really is his place. I'm
glad that he isn't lying this time.
    His hand reaches in and
separates the pillow from my face in an unhurried manner. A small
gasp