The Thirst
Elora
 
A centuries old vampire was now relegated to sipping pigs blood on a large estate in eastern Germany. The number of vampires had dwindled to the point of near extinction, and the few that remained were forced to refrain from drinking human blood.
 
A reality that did not sit well with Elora.
 
When she was turned at the age of seventeen by her husband in 1558, she was free to feed on the many serfs that he ruled over. Being the wife of a lord had many perks for a creature of the night.
 
But as time went on the humans learned of the existence of vampires, and began hunting her kind. They quickly discovered her husband’s identity and slew him, forcing Elora to flee from her home.
 
She made her way east, and spent centuries hunting and feeding on strangers from the wilds before being taken in by a Mr. Brenner, a wealthy shipwright administrator who fell in love with Elora at first sight.
 
The two got married and spent fifteen years together before the matter of her condition was revealed. Mr. Brenner didn’t mind this one bit however. He fancied having a wife so powerful, and forever young.
 
Unfortunately, he would not live long enough to enjoy it. He contracted pneumonia two months later in June of 1910, and died shortly thereafter, leaving his immense wealth and estate to Elora.
 
She used her newfound wealth to feed freely upon thousands of humans over the next century. Life was heaven for the ancient vampire, until the elder council put an indefinite moratorium on taking human prey.
 
Which brings us to today.
 
It’s 2011 and Elora, one of the oldest and most powerful vampires, sat naked in her manor unhappily drinking the blood of animals in a vain attempt to quench her true thirst.
 
In an effort to alleviate her bad mood, she decided to attend the party that was currently being had at the adjacent estate.
 
Her neighbor was also a vampire, though nowhere near as old. Due to his younger nature, he had far less trouble with forgoing human blood, and so could host such events without fear of losing control.
 
Regardless of her hunger, Elora refused to sit alone in her home drinking pig’s blood for the next century, and so joined in for the festivities.
 
Making her way through the crowd, Elora was relieved to see that the vast majority of the party-goers were unhealthy, unattractive, bourgeoisie. These people disgusted Elora, and made avoiding their ‘less than ideal’ blood much easier on her.
 
Grabbing a glass of sangria from a passing waitress, Elora leaned herself on the railing of the upper balcony to enjoy the music. She stood there for a few minutes before being approached by the host.
 
“Look who decided to show up”, David joked as he leaned on the railing beside Elora. “You sure you’re ok to be here?”
 
“You want me to leave David?”, she asked taking another sip of her wine.
 
“No no, I’m just surprised to see the Red Goddess herself here with the prohibition still active.”
 
The Red Goddess was a title Elora had earned herself… not as one would think for her incredible beauty or long flowing crimson hair, but for the insane bloodlust she had; even by elder vampire standards. When Elora was at her peak she could drain dozens of prey in a single evening.
 
So for obvious reasons David was concerned to see her sauntering about his many human friends and guests.
 
Elora sipped her wine and turned to David. “You don’t trust me?”
 
“Can I?”
 
“You really think I’ll have a problem abstaining from these people?”
 
David looked around at the guests and got what she was talking about. “Yah they’re not very appetizing, but there are a few here that you might not so easily turn away from.”
 
“Like who?”, Elora asked panning the crowd of oligarchs.
 
“Well that one for starters”, Dave pointed to an attractive young chef he had hired to cater for the event.
 
Elora seen the attractive young male and her eyes went wide. Between the smell of delicious food wafting over, and her repressed nature returning in force, it was all she could manage to not drain him right then and there.
 
“Elora, teeth!”, David yelled.
 
Focusing on the delicious young boy just feet away, Elora had not felt her fangs protrud for all to see. Quickly retracting them she faced away from the human, and looked back out over the crowd.
 
“Who’s he?”, she asked.
 
“My chef, and I don’t like the way you looked at him.”
 
“I’m in control, I just…”, Elora stoped as she sub-consciously returned her gaze to the delicious looking young boy.
 
“Maybe you should go home”, David suggested.
 
“Do not dare to order me youngling!”, Elora shouted, not out of anger at David, but from the frustration caused by her resurging thirst.
 
“I wasn’t ordering. I’m just worried about my guests.”
 
Elora grabbed another glass of wine. “I’ll be fine.”
 
David nodded his head. “Ok… why don’t you head down to the lake, it’s beautiful this time of night.”
 
Elora took a deep breath, “Alright” and so she went.
 
Pacing along the pier, Elora decompressed as she basked in the glow of the full moon, it’s light shimmering across the lake and illuminating her magnificent form, which was accented perfectly by an elegant black evening gown.
 
She remained there for the duration of the party, as returning was not worth the risk in her mind.
 
As the music died down and the parking lot began to empty, Elora decided it was time to return home. But as she readied herself to take to the sky, she spotted the same young chef from earlier that evening, moving his equipment into a truck.
 
Using her enhanced vision, Elora observed the young boy. Closing the tail-gate on his truck he then walked along the driver’s side, but tripped over a paving stone and cut his hand on one of the many broken wine glasses that dotted the ground.
 
Elora’s lips trembled as the smell of his blood was whisked down the hill and into her nostrils. Her fangs extended and her muscles tensed. What little willpower she had left was rapidly fading, and what happened next would take the remainder.
 
Elora lolled her tongue around her protruding fangs as she watched the young man lift his hand… open his mouth, and suck on his bleeding wound.
 
That was the last straw.
 
Be damned the counsel!, she though to herself. Tonight… I feed.
 
Taking to the sky in the form of a black mist, Elora followed her prey as he sped home. She tailed him from the shadows… as a shadow, for nearly ninety miles and all the way back to Leipzig.
 
Unaware of the predator trailing him, the young boy parked his truck and entered his apartment building, as the shadow of Elora descended from the sky.
 
She reformed on the asphalt outside the building, and could still smell traces of his blood. Her eyes glew red as she followed the scent to his door.
 
The assumption that vampires could not enter ones home without permission was an old wives tale, the origins of which were unknown to even the vampires themselves.
 
Elora chuckled slightly as she used her magic to align the pins, and opened the door.
 
“What the!?”, the boy yelped. “Who are you?”
 
“My name is Elora… and it’s very nice to eat you.”
 
The boy was going to question whether or not she meant to say eat, but decided the more pressing matter was what she was doing in his house. “How did you get in?”
 
“I opened the door, silly boy.”
 
“It was locked.”
 
“Yah, it was”, Elora stepped closer to the flustered boy, sensually rubbing her thighs as she did. “You like what you see little snack? I know I do.”
 
“Umm yah, kinda”, he admitted. With his mind becoming clouded by arousal, the boy forgot that what he was ogling was a home invader, and a more dangerous one there never was.
 
“Tell me little boy, have you ever been with a girl like me before?”
 
“Umm, I’ve never been with a girl.”
 
Elora raised an eyebrow. “A virgin? No wonder you smelled so good”, Elora was now standing right in front of him. Taking his bandaged hand, she used both her real and vampiric charm to lead the boy over to his couch. She sat him down and climbed onto his lap before helping him remove his shirt.
 
She ran her lovely hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and between his legs. “You like that sweetie?”, she asked rubbing light circles around is groin.
 
“Yah”, he breathed as she continued fondling his package, and rubbing his body. He kicked off his shoes as she wrapped a hand around the back of his head.
 
She then took his bandaged hand and unwrapped it, pretending to inspect it for a moment before taking a long slow lick over his recent cut. The moment her tongue connected with his wound her eyes went wide, and glowed brighter. She’d never tasted blood this delicious in all the centuries she’d been a vampire.
 
Maintaining her composure she released his hand and placed a finger under his chin. “You know, you never answered my question”, she remarked sticking a hand in his pants.
 
“Huh?”
 
She leaned next to his ear, and whispered. “I asked if you’ve ever been with a girl…”, She leaned back and bore her razor sharp fangs. “…like me.”
 
The boy was petrified. She… She was a vampire!
 
Before he even had a chance to call for help, Elora’s head swung down with lightning speed. Her fangs dug in, and her lips sealed around his neck. She then removed her fangs and allowed his heart to pump that delicious virgin blood into her mouth.
 
 
* gulp *
 
* gulp *
 
* gulp *
 
Elora’s tongue danced over the holes as they expeled more and more of the boy’s precious lifeblood into her mouth. Every nerve in her undead body was on fire as she fed upon this perfect specimen.
 
His delectable flavor had Elora HOT. Her loins were ablaze with the excitement of taking her first prey in almost a decade, and every inch of her skin was as sensitive as a newborn baby’s soles.
 
Her hand flew to her chest as she massaged her right breast. Taking turns between rubbing her massive mammaries and pinching her stiffened nipples, she also rubbed the boy’s chest in an attempt to calm his struggles.
 
Breathing heavily, she demanded more from the boy’s rapidly draining body. Locking her lips tight against his neck and contracting her abdomen, she began forcefully sucking what little blood remained from inside him.
 
“P-Please”, the boy whimpered as she continued exsanguinating him.
 
By this point she was becoming rather full, but continued non-the-less. Having pulled three or so pints from the boy, her once toned flat stomach rounded out slightly against her gown, and the warm blood inside brought her so much comfort and elation, that if her 500 year old heart were still beating, it would have simply stopped once again.
 
Something that was currently happening to the helpless human beneath her. His blurry vision was fading fast, and his oxygen starved brain was slowly shutting down.
 
“S-s-stop”, he barely managed to eek out, praying Elora would have mercy on him.
 
But alas… no, he was her food now, and she liked it that way. Enjoying this tasty meal of a was all she ever wanted from this encounter, and besides… Should she stop now, the holes in his jugular would still have the poor thing bleed to death, and worse waste what little was left of his precious blood.
 
No… no, from the moment she sank her fangs into him, his fate was sealed.
 
As Elora lapped at what little blood there was left to be extracted from him, the boy’s eyes closed… and his heart beat it’s last.
 
He was gone.
 
Sitting back up in his lap, Elora admired the now pale body of the young boy who’s blood she had taken into herself. She rubbed her tummy with both hands, feeling full now for the first time in a long while, and of a delicious virgin’s blood at that!
 
Getting to her feet she covered the boy’s body with a blanket before walking out onto the terrace. Looking to the east Elora seen the first rays of sunrise peaking over the horizon.
 
Not wanting to ruin such a perfect evening with a nasty sunburn she took to the sky, full and satisfied.
 
She didn’t know what the council would do to her for what she had done, but the one thing she did know…
 
…is that she was going to do it again soon.