Love in Bloody Tones

1

I met her at the Babylon cafe, not the highest class, but I felt comfortable there. I was sitting alone at a table with a cup of coffee, waiting for friends, when she came up and said:

- Hello! Do you mind if I sit here? Manya's name is Stasya, Stanislava, what about you?

I looked at her. A small girl, looking no more than eighteen years old, golden curls scattered over her shoulders, thin and seemingly fragile, dressed in a white blouse and jeans, her voice is pure silver. I liked it and nodded, smiling:

- Hello! Very nice, I'm Alena.

The waitress Ninochka came up and the girl ordered tomato juice. We sat,

drank ours - I had coffee, Stasya - juice, looked at each other and smiled. God knows what, but we had a good time with each other. Looking at me, the girl stood up and went to the toilet. I, already guessing about the continuation, followed.

Having locked the door behind me, the girl pressed me against the wall, pulled the straps off my shoulders and began to play with my instantly hardened nipples. She fingered them, squeezed them with her fingers, caressed them with her tongue, bit them with her teeth. I stroked the girl’s hair, shoulders, back. Suddenly her hand, lifting my skirt, began to stroke my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, rubbing my clitoris. I was already suffocated with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Stasya pulled off my panties, inserted two fingers into my hole and began vigorously fucking me. I began to move vigorously, trying to get deeper onto her fingers. With her second hand, the girl began to rub my clitoris. In order not to scream at the whole block, I almost bit my hand until it bled. I’ve never had such an orgasm before...

Kissing me on the lips, Stasya said:

- You’re just lovely! - and left.

I sat exhaustedly against the wall and could not stop her, just following her with my gaze.

I spent the next three evenings in “Babylon”, hoping to meet Stasya, whom I could not forget, and who I began to dream about. I was mistaken about five times, mistaking other girls for her. And once the little blonde turned out to be Stasya, only she was only eighteen years old, an accelerator. Gradually, I became more and more desperate, not hoping to meet Stasya again.

On the fourth evening I came late because I had to be late at work. Imagine my joy when I saw Stasya at my table! The girl was sitting alone at the table, drinking her tomato juice and looking at those entering, as if she was waiting for someone. An insane hope flared up in me: was it not me?!

Some drunk guy approached her with an unsteady gait and, leaning on the table, he began to suggest something, hovering over Stasya. She, after listening for a while, interrupted. Apparently, she said something very unpleasant, because the guy jumped up as if he had been pecked in the ass. And then he froze. I was already running to the table, and heard Stasya’s last words: “... and someone else will come up - I’ll tear everything away!” The guy walked away, as if on stilts, holding his treasure with his hands.

Seeing me, she smiled happily and nodded towards the toilet. I jumped into the toilet and leaned against the wall, not daring to believe my luck. I'm going to meet Stasia now! A minute later Stasya entered the toilet. As soon as she closed the door, I grabbed the girl, pressed her to me and began to greedily kiss her face. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, Stasya answered passionately. We came to our senses from a frantic knocking on the door. As soon as the door opened, a lady rushed in. Throwing an evil look, she disappeared into the booth. Laughing, we left the toilet.

-Will you come and see me? — I suggested. — No one will bother us there.

- Come on! - Stasya supported.

Having paid, we left the cafe and walked down the street. But as soon as we turned the corner, four guys blocked our way, among whom I recognized that same unlucky boyfriend. And the guys were very determined, preparing to achieve their goal at any cost.

- “We are not hippies, we are not punks, we are lesbian girls!” - one sang mockingly. — Or givers?

- Givers! - picked up another. — Do the girls agree?

- Where will they go? — the third said contemptuously. — They’ll hit all the holes and ask for continuation.

- Are you done? — Stasya asked affectionately. - Now get out before I get angry.

The guys looked at each other and laughed. It looked very funny: a tiny girl threatens huge bullies, from each of them you can cut out five of these girls. Continuing to laugh, one of them took two steps forward and extended his hand to grab Stasya by the hair. And then something happened that left me dumbfounded: dodging the goblin’s rake, the girl stepped forward, grabbed him by the belt and sent him flying to his friends. Everyone went head over heels. And Stasya grabbed my hand and pulled me: “I’m going!” She feels good in her sandals, but what does it feel like for me in stiletto heels? I had to stop around the corner and take them off.

A little later, at some gateway one of these guys caught up with us. The muzzle of his face was broken, he was limping and was unusually angry. He was clutching a knife in his hand. Stasya sighed sadly: people love to cause problems for themselves! Taking the hand with the knife, she broke it in one movement, throwing the fallen knife far to the side. Grabbing the guy who was lost in pain by the collar, Stasya asked: “Keep guard for a couple of minutes!” - and dragged me into the gateway.

2

Looking around a couple of times, I decided to see what Stasya was doing with this freak. Judging by the sounds, she was sucking something. My eyes widened: had I really decided to suck him off on the sly? But the weak light from the lanterns from the yard made it possible to see that the big guy’s pants were in place, and not unbuttoned, but Stasya was bending over the guy near the head. Hearing my steps, she looked back. Well, she has hearing! Long fangs protruded from the girl’s mouth, and her mouth and chin were smeared with something dark.

Glancing at me, Stasya again pressed herself to the guy’s throat and drank a few more sips of blood. Then, pushing him away, she stood up and came to me, wiping her mouth with a napkin, the fangs disappeared. I stood there, neither alive nor dead.

— So you found out my secret,” the girl said quietly. — Let's go, let's talk.

She took me by the hand and led me down the street. I walked next to her and didn’t know what to do, what to do.

- Did you kill him? — Finally, I decided to ask the question that was tormenting me.

- Of course not! - Stasya laughed. - For what?!

- But I read that vampires drink all the blood from the victim...

- This is nonsense! — the girl snapped. — An ordinary person has five to six liters of blood. I will never drink so much! I have never even drunk a liter. At best, five hundred grams, if you are especially hungry. And this idiot will wake up in a couple of hours and crawl home. The last thing he remembers is being hit on the head.

- Even so?! - I was surprised.

— A vampire’s abilities allow a lot,” said Stasya, “to make the source forget is one of the first things a vampire learns.

- Source?

— That’s what we call those from whom we take blood,” the vampire explained. — It’s not accurate to call them clients, or victims either, because they have little to lose. And sources are just that, because they are carriers of the liquid on which our life depends.

- Me too? - I asked.

— You’re not,” Stasya smiled. — I don’t view those I love that way. And others will not dare to see my aura.

- Aura? — I asked again.

But that wasn’t what interested me. Stasya said that those she loves... God, did she really love me?!

- Yes. Each vampire has his own aura, by which other vampires evaluate his strength and abilities. — Stasya smiled. - But I see you don’t care about that, you’re worried about my attitude towards you. Is it true?

— Yes,” I admitted and added: “We came.” That balcony is mine!

Suddenly Stasya picked me up and flew up. I didn’t even have time to utter a word before we were already standing on the balcony, open for the summer. We went into the room. There we looked at each other and began feverishly tearing each other's clothes off. Having laid Stasya out on the carpet, without any preludes I dug into her pussy, which was so wet. Very soon she began to moan, and when I stuck my tongue into her vagina, she came very violently, covering my entire face with her juices. Then I finished too.

When we had recovered a little from the orgasm, Stasya had already laid me out on the carpet. Smiling slyly, she took out two dildos from her purse, a large one and a smaller one. I smiled back at her and put a pillow from the sofa under my butt. We laughed. Having licked the big penis, Stasya inserted it into my vagina and offered to work, which is what I did. And she herself, having moistened the little one with my juices, began to insert it into the anus. Little by little the hole stretched, and the phallus entered entirely. It was a little painful at first, but later. Now both my holes were fucked. Such an unusual sensation and such a thrill! I have never had such an orgasm before.

Having collected our things, we moved to the bedroom. I brought red wine, earning Stanislava's approval, and we made love, slowly and thoroughly, having endless orgasms. Maybe they continued during the day, but I was no longer able to. So I fell asleep.

3

-How did you sleep? — Stasya greeted me, holding out a cup of coffee.

— Thank you, very good,” I replied, taking the coffee. - What time is it? Oh, it’s already two hours, I slept through all the work!

— Don’t be afraid,” Stasya smiled, “I called and said that you were sick.” As I understand it, your boss was very unhappy, but did not swear.

- Of course, Pal Semyonich has been hitting on me for a long time! - I laughed. — He both wants and is afraid to lose. We've been playing for three years now: he puts pressure - I leave, he backs down and increases my salary. And I'm staying.

Putting down the cup, I moved closer to Stasya and took her face in my hands:

- I know that you are a vampire, my love, but for some reason I can’t live without you. What should we do? A?

— Let’s enjoy the present for now, girl,” Stasya covered my palms with hers, “and we’ll see.” - And suddenly she admitted: - You know, I accidentally ended up in that cafe then. I just wanted to eat, and cafes, discos and other similar establishments are the best places for hunting. And then I saw you...

- So what? - I asked.

- Nothing at first, I quickly found the source, had a snack and moved on. And only the next day, I realized that I was missing something. The further I went, the stronger it was. And the next day I realized that it was you who was missing, my precious. — She kissed my nose. — And I returned. To you.

I pulled her head towards me, and we merged in a long passionate kiss.

— In the seven hundred years that I have lived on earth,” Stasya said much later while I was having dinner, “you are my third love at first sight.” The first was a vampire girl, wandering around under the guise of a wanderer. At first I just wandered around with her, then she converted me. Stana taught me everything a vampire needs to know. We had a great time together, but... She died during a Horde raid. It is very difficult to kill a vampire; you need fire or cut off the head. That Horde member blew off my beloved’s head. Later I found this detachment, no one was able to leave, but you can’t bring your beloved back.

Stanislava told this story with slight sadness, too much time has passed.

- And the second one? - I asked.

— I met the second girl three hundred years later,” Stasya smiled sadly. — But I never even had time to tell her who I was. It was in one thousand five hundred and seventy-two in August...

- Night of Barthalamite?!

- Exactly! She was a Huguenot,” Stasya recalled. — They broke into our house. They considered me dead and left. I couldn't help her anymore. But now I’ve met you,” Stasi looked at me with love.

- Do you want me to become a vampire? — I asked Stasya.

— Preferably,” she nodded. - Just don’t think that I’m forcing you! It's up to you to decide.

- I can’t do it that fast! - I said plaintively. — I need to think!

— As long as you want, my precious, I can wait,” Stasya laughed.

— Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested.

We walked for a long time, enjoying the evening coolness and wonderful weather. Stasi talked about her travels, about her impressions of different countries, cities, and how their appearance changed from century to century. And in a couple of places we managed to fall in love with each other. Returning home, we fell asleep hugging each other.

We lived together for three months, and somehow after a passionate night, I, hugging Stasya, whispered in her ear:

- You know, I can’t imagine us apart, I want to become a vampire! And may our love last, if not forever, then centuries!

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