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Just a Vampire
By Delilah
Chapter 2
"Hey, mom! Guess what!" shouted Tiffany as she slammed through the kitchen door.
Tammi jumped, dropping her cup of hot raspberry tea she had just made. The cup shattered on the floor. "Tiffany!"
"Sorry, mom," Tiffany apologized. She brought the broom and dustpan as her mom got the paper towels from beside the sink.
"So what's so great it's worth a broken cup and no tea?" Tammi scolded as they began wiping the tea and gathering the glass.
"Horses!" smiled Tiffany. "Wild horses!" she said excitedly as she knelt with her mom over the mess. She took a deep breath: "I was finished with the cows and when I left the barn I saw these two horses so I picked some of that thick soft grass around the barn and they came over to eat it, well Ms. Pam saw me and came running over which of course scared them away and she told me that they were wild and I shouldn't go near them! Isn't that great?!"
"Wild horses? Maybe that is worth a broken cup a' tea!" smiled Tammi. "We'll have to make friends with them." Tammi dumped the dustpan of broken glass into the trash can. "You go on and get cleaned up, I'll finish this. Dad and me are going out to dinner with one of his friends from work. I've got some veggies cut in the fridge and I guess you guys can have some macaroni."
Tiffany, already halfway down the hall, turned and smiled back at Tammi. "Thanks, Mom! Hey Izzy! Mom said you can eat macaroni!"
Tammi gathered the wet paper towels and added them to the trash. She closed the bag, which was almost full anyway, and carried it outside to the bin. As she closed the lid, she looked around. She felt somewhat uneasy. She kept looking over her shoulder as she returned and opened the kitchen door. It was as if she was being watched. She paused and looked around, but didn't see or hear anything, so she went inside.
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Across the front yard, across the road and up the tree-covered hill, Darron and Jason sat with binoculars looking down at the Mackincrow's house. They watched as Rick's car came down the road and pulled into the drive, and Rick got out and went inside. Darron set aside his binoculars and took a drink of soda. He sat with his soda, arms across his knees, eyes fixed on the house.
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"Hey, Rick!" smiled Tammi as her husband came into the kitchen.
"Hey, Tam," he said as they hugged. "Now, guess who we're going out to eat with."
"Who?"
"Ah, come on, guess," Rick grinned.
"Rick! How am I supposed to know?"
"Eric Grayton," Rick said with a smile. Eric was an old friend of theirs, and had been Tammi's donor for several years. But he too was in the military, and constantly moving, so they had lost touch over time.
"Wow! Really? Eric?" Tammi lit up.
"I thought that would make your day!" winked Rick. "I told him we'd meet him at the O'Club for dinner."
Tammi was eager. Rick went to change out of his uniform as Tammi sat at the kitchen table with a new cup of tea. She sat looking out the window, sipping tea and remembering when she met Eric.
They had met at a local dance club in Seattle. Eric was one of Tammi's few pleasant memories from the 'Great White North.' Rick was an MP then, or 'missing person' as Tammi called him, as it seemed he was always working. Eric was also an MP, though, in a different division.
Rick was on temporary duty to another base and wouldn't be home for a few days, so Tammi had decided to go out dancing for the evening. After she had danced a few songs, she noticed Eric watching her. She smiled and playfully ignored him. Halfway through the next song, Eric came onto the dance floor and joined her. The two spent the better part of the next hour dancing, talking and laughing. Tammi was impressed with Eric's talent and endless energy on the dance floor. "Wow! You're a really good dancer!" she shouted over the music.
Eric was equally impressed with Tammi. "Me? I can hardly keep up with you!" he shouted back. "You're wearing me out! How's about we go someplace and get a bite to eat?"
"I'm with you!" Tammi agreed. The two new friends left and went downtown to the "Ice Cream and Donuts," a 24-hour snack bar not far from the Base. There, over a couple of ice cream cones and flirty conversation, Eric asked if Tammi would like to go to his place.
Tammi smiled. "I dunno. You might get more than you bargained for."
"Oh? How's that?" Eric asked curiously.
"Well, I'm a vampire," Tammi whispered bluntly. She was sure she had read Eric correctly and he would find it exciting.
"A what?" whispered Eric with a laugh.
"Vampire," Tammi spoke softly.
"Ok, you've got my attention. What do you mean "vampire?" Are you going to drink all my blood?"
"No, only a little," smiled Tammi slyly.
"You want to drink my blood? For real?" Eric squirmed in his seat. Partly excited, partly nervous. "So you're gonna kill me?"
"No! Never!" Tammi whispered emphatically. "Actually, you'll enjoy it."
"I will?"
"Uh huh."
"So tell me how this works." Eric was shaking with excitement, though he wasn't quite sure why. This is kinda nuts, he thought to himself. But it was erotic, so he listened intently to Tammi's words.
"Well, first I make a small cut with a razor. You won't even feel it. . ."
Tammi took another sip of her tea. She smiled and closed her eyes. She sighed as she remembered their first night together.
Eric lay on his bed, sprawled on his back. He began having second thoughts as Tammi, seated across his lap, reached for her razor blade, which she had laid on his nightstand.
"I dunno about this," Eric worried. His thoughts were racing. How much blood would she take? Would it hurt? How did he know how much she was getting?
Tammi felt his fear. "You'll be fine, I promise. I won't hurt you." She smiled.
Eric closed his eyes, again wondering why he had agreed to her request. Tammi held the blade to Eric's neck; then, quick as a wink, she made a small cut. Eric jumped.
"Sorry," Tammi said softly.
"No, it's ok; go ahead and cut me."
Tammi smiled as warm red nourishment began to creep down the side of Eric's neck. "I already did," she whispered as she leaned forward to take the first lick. "Do you want to see?" She ran a ringer over the cut, covering the tip with blood. She showed it to Eric before licking it.
"I'm going to die," he groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Oh, God."
Tammi leaned forward and sealed her mouth around the cut. She purred contently as she drank the seeping blood.
"Wow," moaned Eric between breaths. "That feels. . .amazing!"
Tammi focused on Eric's energy and began to feed. Eric began to feel almost as if he was being pulled into Tammi's body.
"God!" he exclaimed, somewhere between bliss and disbelief. "What are you doing to me?!"
Tammi lifted her head and looked at Eric. "Do you want me to stop?" she teased.
"NO!" he gasped. He grabbed Tammi by the back of her head and pulled her back down to his neck. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" As Tammi fed, Eric became entranced with pleasure.
"Take it all! Take it all!" he grimaced, straining to give her the last drop of life in his body. Tammi pulled Eric deep inside of her. Not just his body, but his soul. She could feel his thoughts, his emotions. Each movement sent arrows of pleasure shooting through Eric's body. Eric quivered with delight as Tammi wrapper her legs around him, and wrapped one arm around his back, and the other behind his neck. She pulled him tightly to her body and pulled energy from his chest into hers.
Eric's heart pounded, his arms and his legs shook. The intensity reached its peak with such a release of tension and emotion that he felt as if his heart would explode. Breathless, Eric lay on the pillow, heart pounding, but his body completely relaxed and his mind completely calm. He closed his eyes and drifted off into peaceful slumber.
Tammi rinsed her cup and set it beside the sink. She went to check on the girls. Izzy was in her room playing with her toy horses. Tiffany was on the computer chatting with her friends. Tammi knocked on the wall inside Tiffany's doorway.
"Hey, Tiff? Dad and me are going to eat dinner with Mr. Eric. Remember him?"
"Wow! Really?" Tiffany exclaimed. She remembered how much fun she had when Eric would come over and give her horse rides on his back and tickle her until she couldn't breathe. "Do you think he can come over?"
"I dunno. Maybe not tonight, but I'm sure he'll come visit soon."
"Yay! Coolness!"
Rick called from the kitchen, "You ready, Babe?"
"Almost! Give me a sec!" she replied, giving Tiffany a hug. Then, she went to Izzy's room. "Give me a hug!"
Izzy held up a toy horse for her mom to hug. Tammi gave the little horse a little hug, then gave Izzy an Izzy-sized hug. "Bye mommy! Be careful!"
"Ok, I will," Tammi smiled. She went to get her shoes and purse and met Rick at the kitchen door.
"Bye girls!" he called. "Be good!"
"Bye Daddy!" they replied.
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