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Beckham BOT 11-Dec-21 07:48 PM

It was a rather chilly October night, Beckham had recently gotten off a 12 hour shift at the hospital. A small sigh escaped his lips, he had been exhausted, helping people mentally was draining in itself after all. The walk to his home wasn’t a far one from the hospital, about 20 minutes, and so Beckham would much rather get the exercise than take a car, as he didn’t think the extra carbon emissions were worth it. As he walked his way home, he quietly placed a pair of headphones on his head, plugging it in to his Sony Walkman that was stored in his pocket. He then pressed play, and Queens “Another one Bites the Dust”begins to play. As he walks, he comes up to an intersection, and turned left into a local park. Beckham hummed quietly to the tune, bobbing his head up and down a little as he looked around, admiring the beauty of the environment around him. He soon came across a small pond, one that he always takes the time to stop and admire. The environment and ambiance of the area was calming and peaceful to him, and it always helped him unwind after a long day. He looked across the water, admiring all the plant life that had been poking out of the water and the surrounding area, as well as any wildlife that was around or inhabiting the area. As he admired the pond, Beckham couldn’t help but get an odd feeling of being watched. However, upon looking up and scanning the area, he hadn’t seen anyone, and so he went back to what he had been doing originally, this time taking a seat. It was then he realized, across the way, a few inches away from a tree, stood a woman. Beckham couldn’t make out her features however, as to him she appeared as a shadow in the night. A gentle breeze blew by, causing his wavy brown hair to shift a little bit, a look of confusion, and a bit of fear coming to his face. @reddeR

Maeve Brennan BOT 11-Dec-21 09:29 PM

His scent reaches me, even from across the pond. I tip my head back and slowly breathe in, savoring that scent. Memorizing it. It's my first taste. I am content with just this much, for now. But in the days to come, I will want, and have, more. This one is bold, to be walking through the park at this hour. There are many things he should fear in the dark. I'm probably the last thing he would think to be afraid of. Unfortunately for him, I'm the greatest threat to his life he's ever had. I'm not the kind of woman to make empty threats, either. The next few days I just have to wait. He comes by the park at the same time every night, sits at the same bench for a little while, and continues on his way. I followed him the second night, not surprised to find him going to an apartment building. He didn't have to walk through the park, he could stay on the street and go straight to his home. Why did he choose to take more time and stop at the park? It was already so late, the stop at the park was unexpected. Who goes to a park at night? I smile and shake my head. Such an unnecessary habit. How much crooner could he get home if he went straight there? It would have saved his life. Of course, he doesn't know this. All he knows is that the last few days, he has been feeling paranoid. That in itself is odd. Usually they don't notice me at all. Usually the first time they see me is the last time they see anything. This one, though, he seemed to know I was watching him from the moment I had set my sights on him. So go for him, I tell myself, he's right there, waiting for the cold, heartless embrace of forever to welcome him to her finality. Go for him, sate your burning thirst, take him onto your arms, taste him, drink him! It should be mo different than any other time I've fed. I don't know him, he holds no sentimental value to me. So why do I hesitate? I follow him home again, the continuous gnawing in my stomach reminding me that I have yet to eat in so long. It

's past time to feed. past time to feed the unnatural craving of my unholy body. If I continue to wait, I will become frantic, reckless, careless. I'll make mistakes that could have dire consequences.

Beckham BOT 12-Dec-21 04:46 AM

It had taken Beckham a few minutes to fully stand up and depart for his home. The woman across the way had gradually creeped him out to a point where he couldn’t be in the area. It was odd, all of these feelings of fear and discomfort confused were similar, as if he already felt this way with something. As he walked, Beckham couldn’t help but look over his shoulder from time to time, paranoia beginning to creep from inside him. Who was that woman? Why did she act so weird, tilting her head back and just watching him? Many thoughts rushed into the man’s head, and he was rather worried that he was being stalked by a previous patient. Finally returning home, Beckham made sure to lock the door behind him. He looked through the peep hole to the outside area of his apartment, where nothing but sidewalk and street remained. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips, and as he began to settle into his home, he took of his jacket, throwing it onto the couch. He then walked over to the bathroom, turning on the bath water before exiting the room, hearing his cellphone ring. ‘Who could this be?’ Beckham had thought to himself, shaking his head before walking into the living room and rummaging through his jacket. Finding his phone, Beckham quickly noticed it was the hospital, and upon answering, realized it was important. It was the head of general surgery, and they had just wanted an opinion on a patient. ‘Fuck, now I have to go back out.’ Beckham thought as he grabbed his jacket, running over to the bathroom to turn the water off. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, less if I run.” Beckham spoke out, his voice sounding gentle and soft, yet holding a deep tone as well. He quickly put the phone in his pocket, hanging up beforehand and grabbing his keys on the kitchen counter. Running out the door, Beckham made sure to lock his door, before sighing. “Just what I needed tonight, to go back to work.” He mumbled to himself, turning and beginning to head off to the hospital on

ce more. Beckham decided that although the woman he had encountered could still be in the park, or around he was a little weary. However, he had to cut through, seeing it as a shortcut and so once he had reached the entrance, he entered it again. Looking around, she had been no where to be seen which was a humongous relief to him. However, he kept his guard up, increasingly becoming more paranoid as he was halfway through the park. His Sony Walkman had been in his pocket and over his head still, and thus “Bohemian Rhapsody” begins playing in his headphones. He had still be completely unaware of what laid ahead of him, and the experience he would have that awaited him in the form of a blood sucking vampire.

Maeve Brennan BOT 12-Dec-21 12:35 PM

hunger wins. I see him come back to the street, walking right past me without noticing. I slip into the shadows and follow, hidden from sight. It's easy enough to get ahead of him, but when I see he has his headphones on I laugh quietly to myself. This will be fun. I move just out of sight, ahead of him on the path, then step onto the path. He's walking quickly, but there's no way he can miss me as I jog along the path. I take to the center of the path, but veer towards the side without trees. Just the thought of finally feeding has me almost in a frenzy. I can hear your heart, pulsing in your chest, louder the closer you get. Just as you pass me, as soon as I'm out of your peripheral, I launch myself at you. I'm shorter, but far stronger. I collide with your torso, my shoulder hitting you with enough force that your next breath, once your diaphragm stops spasming, is going to burn like fire. If I let you take another breath. Both of us fly off the path, into the sparsely wooded area where shadows bathe everything in inky blackness. You hit the ground hard, making it even less likely that you'll get that next breath. I straddle you, growling softly as I trace the line of your neck with my eyes. I grip both of your wrists in one of my smaller hands, fingers digging in painfully, bruising as I grip hard enough to begin forcing the bones of your wrist to separate. My knees grip either side of your pelvic bone, my feet press against your thighs, effectively keeping your legs from thrashing. I can see you clearly, the panic in your eyes as my free hand clamps over your mouth and I jerk your head to the side and up, exposing your neck. I can see your heartbeat, rapid and strong, fluttering just under your skin. I bend down and lick up from your collar bone to your ear. I pause to whisper in your ear. "Your fear makes you taste so much better."

I laugh as your heart beats even harder, then open my mouth and scrape my fangs back down the side of your neck and sink them into the artery, piercing through skin and tissue with ease to open your heart to me. A groove along the back of each fang allows your blood to pulse into my mouth with each beat of your heart. I swallow greedily, and quickly. My mouth seals on your neck and I suck, pulling the blood from you. Faster and faster, I swallow each satisfying drink your life as quickly as it can fill my mouth. You are young and healthy, your blood tastes exquisite. The adrenalin flooding your body fills me with a euphoric high. Much preferable over a drunk passed out in an alley, or some junkie hooked in the back of a car. It takes a bit of time to drain a fully grown adult of the blood one mouth at a time. It's easy enough to tell when your struggles begin to weaken. Just a few minutes after I begin I know you are feeling lightheaded. Spots will begin to swim before your eyes, and your fingers and toes will be tingling, going numb. Your heartbeat weakens, less blood pumps into my mouth on its own, so I suck harder, pulling more from you. The cold numbness travels up your limbs. I can feel your temperature dropping. Your hearing begins to give out, sounds becoming faint and distant. By this time you hardly move at all. Your chest frantically rises and falls as your body strains for oxygen. You haven't got enough blood left to carry enough oxygen to combat the dizzily increasing lightened feeling. You barely twitch as I pull off of your neck and lick any drops that escaped from your skin. Insit up and look down at you, noticing the pale skin, blue tinted lips and eyelids. I watch your eyelids flutter as you still struggle to breathe faster. I have no qualms about watching people die. You are already as good as dead. Only a few more minutes before your oxygen starved brain begins to shut down. As I stare down at you, it occurs to me that you may not want t

o die. I lean down to your ear again, smiling, to ask a question. "You are dieing, and I can stop it, for a price. Do you want to die, or would you rather live forever?"

Beckham BOT 12-Dec-21 01:23 PM

Beckham didn’t seem to notice the woman walk past him as he walked on the sidewalk, and also didn’t notice how she had gotten ahead of him. The music in his headphones had began to grow louder, the rising crescendo of the first part of the song coming to a thrilling end. He bummed along, looking around as the air grew chilly, and his anxiety began to spike. Thoughts raced in his mind as to where this stalker could be residing, or hiding waiting for him to come around to push questions on him and try to cause harm. Beckham’s heart rate soon increased due to this, causing his adrenaline to start pumping through him. It was then he noticed Maeve jog past him, eyebrow raising in curiosity. It was late at night, why would someone be jogging at this time? He supposed everyone had different schedules, and paid no mind to her as he continued to walk. As he approached closer his heart rate and anxiety spiked, a feeling of dread and bad vibes coming from her. Walking by her made Beckham tense, what if she had a weapon? What if she was going to kill him? Different thoughts rushed through his mind as he walked past her. Just as he thought he was safe, he was quickly collided into, taking a loud gasp for breath as a burning sensation filled his chest. Flying off the path Beckham quickly tried to recollect his breath, yet it was met with more of a burning sensation than the last. Soon darkness enveloped them and they hit the ground, causing Beckham to gasp out again. Having no time to react he glanced up feeling his hands become painfully restrained. A groan of fear escaped the man, before a yell in pain could be heard. It had felt like his wrists were breaking, and and pressure from the woman’s feet against his thighs was uncomfortable. Panic riddled his eyes, along with desperation and fear, for he hadn’t done anything to deserve this fate. As Maeve bent down to lick up his collarbone to his ear, Beckham let out a pleading whimper, hoping someone would helpers him and

investigate. Tears began to rush down his cheeks, and as she whispered in his ear, Beckham began to try and squirm. His heart began to beat faster, terror flooding into his every nerve as he felt her mouth and fangs scrape over his neck. Beckham hadn’t known she was a vampire, and as Maeve bit down, he screamed out. The feeling of his blood being sucked from his body was one of severe discomfort, as if someone had taken a need and began to extract his blood. Beckham’s screams quickly silenced, and after a few moments, he laid there quietly, his breathing begging to grow staggered. Beckham had initially tried to fight, however as she continued on, he grew weaker and weaker, and soon enough he became lightheaded. He hadn’t began to see spots until his fingers had gone numb, and once that happened he looked up towards the night sky, noticing that it had been a little cloudy. His toes also began to grow tingly and go numb, and as Maeve began to suck harder, a weakened moan came out from Beckham. ‘Cold…I’m so cold…’ Beckham thought to himself as he sat there being drained and his core temperature dropped. As his earring faded initially, his ears began to ring, before the night sounds and ringing became faint and distant. Everything was beginning to grow harder to do. Breathing, moving, staying awake. As Maeve pulled off of him, he barely reacted, just a small sigh of relief escaping him. Breathing was getting harder, and everything was growing darker and colder. His eyes fluttered, struggling to stay awake as Beckham watched her lean down, whispering in his ear that dreaded question. Beckham struggled to speak, any words coming out of mouth were an inaudible whisper. Her words also sounded so far away and quiet, making it hard to hear her question.

After a few attempts however, Beckham glanced up at Maeve with his eyes. They were almost pleading for help. He was young, not wanting to die just yet in his life as he had so much more to accomplish. But, he couldn’t speak or react, his body too weak to do anything.

Maeve Brennan BOT 12-Dec-21 02:39 PM

I stare down at him, watching as his oxygen starved brain tries to work his cold and dieing body. It's beautiful to see, I've always thought. As I watch you die my own life is fueled, revitalized, invigorated. Like the rush an addict gets when they inject their drug of choice, I feel your blood enter my body. I inhale sharply as my senses become sharper, my body humms with youth and vitality. My cheeks take on a healthy flush, my eyes sparkle. But attractiveness, already undeniable, is boosted by the outward evidence of health and energy. I see the fear in your eyes, like I've seen in the eyes of all of my victims. That's not enough for me to offer you the gift and curse of immortality. Then why? What makes me want to bring you to this eternal existence? Is it selfishness? Greed? Loneliness? Perhaps I just desire to have someone subservient to me. I've done it before, just to entertain myself. To help the years pass more quickly. You are fading fast. If I'm going to give you immortality, I must do so quickly. I sink my fangs deep into my arm- farther up than my wrist, where the blood vessel is wider, but deeper. I move close to your face, biting down hard to ensure the vessel is well punctured, then twist my arm away from my mouth, tearing the skin and tissue, opening the vessel to pour my blood out. I press my wound to your mouth, prying your cold lips open to let my warm blood fill your mouth. I move my mouth to your ear, my lips just brushing against it as I instruct you. "Swallow." I stroke your throat firmly, downward, encouraging the reflexive swallowing action your weak, unresponsive body struggles with. It difficult to create a response from your body. I can see you weakly working your throat, trying to elicit the appropriate response. Finally, your efforts and mine are successful. I hear the liquid sound of your throat accepting the one thing that will prolong you life. "Very good boy. Again. Keep drinking. This is life." I croon. I see a trick

le of blood spill from your mouth and press more firmly against it. "Faster, do not waste my gift to you!" I hiss. Each time you swallow is a bit stronger, a bit faster. I remember vividly how this first feast burns inside. How it fills every cell of the body with fire. How it poisons, destroys, then rebuilds. After a few more moments your hands grab onto my arm. You begin to suck, pulling more from my wound. I pull my arm away from you, pressing my hand on the wound, and watch you thrash with pain for a bit before you gasp loudly, then go limp. You are dead. Yet color flood back to your face, your dark, sunken eyes brighten. Then open. Your chest rises and falls as your eyes roll with confusion. Everything in your body heals, refreshes, drinks in the blood it so desperately craved. Everything but your heart. That will never beat again. I smile down at you, fangs gone, eyes hooded. I, too, am enjoying the intense high that comes from feasting. This shared moment of bliss is the first of many such moments we will have eternity to share. "Welcome back. My name is Mauve. You may call me Mistress."

Beckham BOT 12-Dec-21 03:52 PM

The world was indeed fading faster than Beckham could think. Everything felt unreal, as if time it’s self winded down to a point in which it seemed to stop. Watching Mauve bite into her arm and come closer to Beckham to give him her blood, he watched as the crimson red liquid flowed from her arm, as well as her mouth. Some of it began to splat onto him, the warmth delivering a pleasant feeling as opposed to the terrible cold one he had been feeling. He then felt his mouth slowly open, followed by the sensation of the warm liquid filing his mouth. Beckham struggled to swallow, even when the woman had leaned down and whispered into his ear to do so, he simply couldn’t. However, feeling the downward motion of her thumb on his throat, he quickly began to attempt. There was a struggle at first, his first few attempts being met with failure. Finally, after the third time of attempting, Beckham finally began to swallow, allowing the warm liquid to go down his throat and fill his body. However, the more he began to swallow, the more it began to feel like a burning sensation within him. Hearing Mauve praise him drove Beckham to continue drinking. Hearing that blood was life, he had been confused, causing a trickle of blood to creep down his mouth. As she pressed more firmly against his mouth and told him to go faster, he did so. Thankfully, each swallow of blood made his throat and body feel a bit stronger, allowing him to quicken his pace in consuming the liquid. The blood within him did indeed burn, and as he continued to drink he grabbed onto the woman’s arm. A strong urge to suck on her arm began to gnaw at the man, and after a few moments, he began to suck the blood from her wound, pulling more of the crimson liquid into his mouth to consume. Feeling and watching Mauve pull her arm away, Beckham seemingly blinked for a moment, before a great stabbing pain was felt throughout his body. He thrashed about, groaned and grunting in agonizing pain, and after a few min

utes, Beckham gasped loudly, his chest seemingly tightening as his heart stopped. Once he had gone limp, he had died, his lifeless body laying there with tears streaking down his cheeks. Beginning to regain color in his face, along with his features, Beckham seemingly came back to life. He sat up quickly, looking around in confusion before quickly tapping his neck. He was amazed to feel that his wound had healed up, and he felt rather refreshed. Beckham took a deep breath in, before glancing over to Mauve and seeing her smile. Everything felt different, blissful, and so he shared a smile. “Thank you for the warm welcome. It’s good to meet you Mauve.” Beckham said warmly, his voice holding a hint of anxiety. “And mistress? How come you want to be called that?” He asked curiously and with the same anxiety, tilting his head. He knew what this woman had done to him, but he also didn’t remember too much. So, Beckham was trying to be kind, but also stay on edge. “What have you done to me? And why? I was just on my way to the hospital…to work and then…the pain…” Beckham mumbled, holding his head as he tried to remember the events. It was all a big haze, due to the rush in adrenaline he didn’t remember too much. All he remember was the pain of being drained and turned, as well as what he had been planning on doing. Beckham slowly stood up, groaning quietly as he still felt a little lightheaded.

Maeve Brennan BOT 12-Dec-21 05:16 PM

"it'll come back to you, in time. For now, maybe I should help you home. You're going to have a lot of questions within the next few nights, and it's best not to try your first feed alone. It can be rather messy and unpleasant." I stand, turning away to wipe the blood from my chin. No reason to alarm you. I link my arm through yours, then stoop to pick up your Walkman. It fell off when I'd tackled you. "This is yours, right?" I turn and flash a dazzling smile at you, turning on the charm full power. "Come on, let's get you back home. Whatever you were doing can wait. You aren't feeling well." I gently urge you back towards your place, talking quietly and quickly so you don't have a chance to protest or think about it. "It's going to be rough for a while, but you'll get used to it. Eventually, you'll come to embrace it. I'll be here to help you until you are ready to try on your own. You made the right choice, you know. The only choice you could have made. It's only natural for a predator to hunt, and for prey to wish to be a predator. You are wise to have chosen as you did. It will be difficult, in the beginning. But it gets better once your teeth come in." I look at you curiously, "what is your name?"

Beckham BOT 14-Dec-21 09:28 AM

Beckham was a huge ball of confusion at the moment. Who was this woman? Why had she even attacked him? And now why was she acting nice? All of it was odd, and surely he’d remain on guard, but for now would allow Mauve to assist him home, as he indeed was not feeling well. As she walked over and handed his Walkman Beckham took it hesitantly, with a small smile. “It is mine, thank you.” He responded, the same amount of kindness in his voice. “How come you did tackle me? Was there something wrong?” Beckham seemed to be a rather pleasant and innocent man. As the two walked back, he made sure not to touch her as much, and was very respectful. He didn’t protest or think about much, and was much more focused on regaining his memories. “What’ll be rough? Teeth? What is all this talk about predators and prey?” Beckham asked curiously, looking at Mauve with the same curiosity. “I’m Beckham.” He responded, looking around as the two approached his apartment. It was rather quiet at that time of night with not a lot of people of the streets, aside from the usually panhandler or homeless person. Once at his apartment, Beckham fiddled in his pockets for his keys, taking them out of his left pocket before inserting them into the lock. “Thank you for helping me home…I appreciate it very much.” He said warmly, twisting the keys and then the doorknob to reveal a rather pleasant interior, modern in design. Beckham steeping in, taking off his coat and tossing it on the couch. He felt exhausted, yet fully awake as he turned to look towards the door. He had left it partially open incase Mauve decided to come in and make sure he was fully okay, as he didn’t mind the extra company.

Maeve Brennan BOT 14-Dec-21 11:47 AM

I stay at the door, glancing around, waiting patiently. I can, and do, push the door open more, and smile back as well. "May I come in?" I ask politely, a bit irritated at having to ask. All this politeness, and he didn't even think to say "come on in!" At the door? I laugh at myself. Nobody knows what manners are any more.

Beckham BOT 15-Dec-21 06:18 AM

Hearing her voice, Beckham walked over to the door and opened it slowly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to stay. Most people seem to just walk off without explanation or just…reject flat out so I’ve stopped asking.” He said sweetly, before watching Mauve enter his home. As she entered, Beckham closed the door behind her. “Can I get you anything to drink at all? I have water, wine, soda if you’d like it, mostly everything.” Beckham offered, walking behind Mauve to make sure nothing was dirty. It was a simple, yet high end apartment, the kitchen, living room, and dining room all connected as he sighed. “It’s a bit small, and compact so I do apologize for that. I’m personally not a big fan of large homes for one person.” Beckham then looked towards the couch, realizing his coat was on it as well as a few other things. Quickly walking over, he picked up his jacket and held it over his arm, whilst having the other few items in his hands. They were books, folders, and files, and quickly Beckham ran into his room and placed them on top of his dresser, before coming back in. “So what’s going on?” Beckham asked, trying to maintain a conversation and find out more about Mauve, and what she was talking about,

Maeve Brennan BOT 15-Dec-21 11:06 AM

I can't stop watching him, his efforts to make some sort of impression are adorable! I almost don't want to tell him his life is over, to wait and see how long it takes him to figure it out, and how he reacts. But any time I've tried that before it's ended badly, so badly. Besides, he asked. "I'm quite alright, thank you, I've just had a drink." I say as I sit on the couch. "Come, sit with me, won't you? Tell me your name?" Keep my eyes on you, same as I have for weeks now. I don't know why you are so fascinating, but I've got all the time in the world to find out now.

Beckham BOT 16-Dec-21 09:17 AM

Beckham agreed, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Mauve with caution. He made sure they were spaced out a little so that way comfort could be provided to both parties in terms of personal space. “I’m Beckham. It’s a pleasure to meet you fully.” He said warmly, smiling as he let off out a chuckle to calm himself. Something had felt weird about the whole ordeal, and since his memory had been foggy, Beckham had still been trying to recount what had happened. As he did so, bits a pieces of the nights events were seen in his mind. She had tackled him, pinned him down so he couldn’t escaped, and then the pain. She had bitten into him, draining him until the same bitter coldness flooded his body. Beckham shivered, before glancing down at the floor, thinking of ways to get out of his own home and away from the woman. She was dangerous in his eyes still. Mauve could strike and kill him at any moment, and Beckham didn’t want to meet a seemingly short end to his life. He scooted away a little more, clearing his throat and gulping as he soon looked back up to Mauve, smiling nervously as he cleared his throat again.

Maeve Brennan BOT 16-Dec-21 11:46 AM

"my name is Maeve Brennan," I begin. The sharp smell of fear reaches me, and I glance over at him with a gentle smile. Yes, he would remember all of it. Its just difficult for the mind to process. My blood coursing through his body would not allow him to forget it. For some it took longer than others, but for him, it was returning quickly. I must be fast to answer his questions before he comes up with his own answers. "You have nothing to fear from me, I will not harm you further." I show my hands, palms up, to show that I mean what I say, I am not here to hurt him. The next part would be what scared him."There is no further harm that can be done to you, Beckham. You are already dead." I leave that to sink in, knowing he would find it preposterous. He would find ways to deny this. He would think I was a liar, or insane. But he worked in medicine, it wouldn't take him long to realize he can confirm or deny this quite easily. I maintain my open body language, showing that I am harmless, offering no threat. I watch his face closely as he processes my words and tries to make them fit into whatever explanation his mind can come up with. I make myself available for his questions, when he is ready. At this point, there are only so many things he can do. He doesn't strike me as the type who will seek to end their unholy life- no, he had begged me for it. He feared death. Perhaps he woul be angry, but I could easily overpower him, and his anger would cool, in time. We have no shortage of time. Perhaps, ideally, for whatever reason, he would accept his fate, and submit to me, that I may teach him the things he will need to know.

Beckham BOT 17-Dec-21 04:37 AM

“I’m already dead? That’s impossible, I’m still sitting here, very much breathing?” Beckham questioned, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he hesitated a moment, before lifting his index and middle finger to his neck. After a few moments, his heart sank, there was no pulse coming from him in his neck. Beckham then moved his fingers to his wrist, waiting eagerly for a pulse to come and show he was alive. “No…” Beckham mumbled, looking down at his body before back to Mauve with worry and fear. His reactions seemed to differentiate from other victims, having a more emotional response than an angry one. Tears swelled to his eyes, before the memory of the woman making her proposition popped into his mind. Watching her body language, the man could tell she had offered to threat to him anymore. It took him a few minutes to process everything, putting pieces together that he should’ve from the start. This woman was a vampire, and she had bitten him, drank his blood, and now turned him into a vampire himself. A surge of emotions overcame him, for human life would be difficult to manage now that he wasn’t one. Beckham also thought of how he’d practically watch his family perish in front of his eyes, something he’d regret. After the realization fully hit Beckham, tears ran down his cheeks, before the man began to cry. His body felt weak, and due to that, his body fell forward. He practically fell onto the lap of Mauve, seeking the comfort from the person who, in his eyes ruined his life. She had forced him to make this life or death decision and he had wanted to live, yet had no idea of the repercussions they’d have. Quickly realizing he was on the woman’s lap, Beckham quickly sat up. He began to wipe the tears away from his face, not wanting to be seen as a weak individual or something for showing his emotions. Beckham even looked away from Mauve, that way she couldn’t see his face anymore so he could focus on calming down.

Maeve Brennan BOT 17-Dec-21 04:32 PM

the tears catch me off gaurd. I'd expected anger, lashing out, screaming and yelling. But tears? I am stunned for a moment. I don't know how to react. I can easily see this reaction becoming another unsuccessful turning wherein the new vampire sits on a rooftop until morning and watches the sunrise. I don't want you to destroy yourself. I need you to see this new life in a much more optimistic way. The benefits are incredible, after all. "Are you...truly...feeling so sorry for yourself?" I ask incredulously. "Are you actually upset? about this? You chose this for a reason, Beckham! Death is terrifying, painful, and final! You didn't want that, so I gave you eternal life!" I get up and move in front of you, standing with my feet on either side of yours. I cup your chin and turn your head to lookup at me, pushing you back onto the couch as I do. I move onto your lap, keeping your eyes locked on mine. "Have you even considered what you've gained? Your senses are enhanced, I know you can feel that. Hearing, sight, smell, taste, all of them are a hundred times improved! And that's just the begining!" Now that I know your attention is on me, I smile seductively, letting mybhands travel down your arms. "You are a God, now, Beckham. Your body is impervious to illness or disease. To age. You can take damage that would destroy any other man, and walk away without a scratch. You are stronger, faster, your stamina is unmatched." My hands move back up your arms as I speak, to your shoulder. My thumbs caress your neck before I move my hands down your chest. When you try to look down at my hands I catch your chin, preventing you from turning away from my face. "Beckham, you can heal fatal injuries in mere moments. Your sexual appeal makes you irresistible to any woman or man you set your sights on. You will live forever, watch history unfold, you are a God among mortals." I shift my hand from your chin to caress your cheek as I move closer. The hand still movin

g slowly down your body reaches the hem of your shirt and slips under. I press my hand low against your stomach, fingers splayed, and move my mouth close to your ear. "You have lost nothing, Beckham, and gained the world. All you had to do was give up your heartbeat, embrace the night, and give in the the thirst." Having just been turned, your body is craving sustenance, but you may not feel it yet. You wouldn't recognise the feeling for what it is. As I whisper in your ear, I bite down on my own lip, piercing the skin so the scent of blood hits you strong and hard. Without allowing you to see the blood, I kiss you. I push the blood from my mouth to yours, assaulting your senses with the the very thing your body craves. I trust the hunger to catch you, demand you take more. Instinctively, the body of a vampire will feed, even if their mind recoil in horror. The body will survive.

Beckham BOT 17-Dec-21 06:44 PM

Her words hit Beckham like an arrow to the heart. “You’re right…I did want this…” He then looked down at himself, before feeling Mauve’s hand cup his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Feeling his body push back into the couch, it felt different, more sensitive as he let out a small whine in pain. However, that was quickly overcame by the sensation of pressure on his lap, realizing she had sat on his lap. Beckhams eyes remained locked with hers, listening as Mauve later off the benefits. She now had his full attention, wanting to know more of what his new life had in store. Seeing the smile creep onto the woman’s lips, Beckham also flashed a small smile before a small flinch was felt. Her hands had began to wander, and the amplified feeling of touch had overstimulated Beckham for a moment. “I’m…a god?” Beckham questioned, listening to her continue on about how he was immune to illness, disease, and even aging. The part where he was practically invincible had gotten to him, and thoughts of being shot but being able to heal flooded his mind. Mauve’s hands began to move again, a shudder coming from him as it felt amazing again, and as her thumbs found their way to his neck, Beckham attempted to look down. That was quickly interrupted however, as she had caught his chin, preventing him from looking away from her face. She then continued on her tangent of sorts, and the more she had talked, the more he realized his new life had so much more to offer him. “I’m a god among mortals…” Beckham whispered, not even realizing her hand had moved until she began to caress his cheek, and an almost seductive smile creeped onto Beckham’s face. It had been a rather long time since he had received any physical affection from someone, let alone a female. So, he was all over to the place, falling for the woman who had been providing him with such. Feeling her other hand reach the bottom of his shirt and slipping under, Beckham smiled more, closing his eyes as he once again felt

the overstimulating feeling of her touch on his bare skin. As she drew closer, and whispered in his ear, Beckham seeming paused for a moment. She was right, all he had to do was toss away his heartbeat, embrace the night, and whatever she meant by thirst. As she whispered, the scent of blood flooded the room, and his nostrils. Beckham’s eyes had began to seemingly shift colors, becoming a dim red color. Beckham looked around quickly, wanting the source of whatever the blood came out of. It wasn’t until Mauve kissed him when he discovered the origin of the blood. As she forced the crimson liquid into his mouth, he immediately began to swallows his body began to crave blood, and so subconsciously Beckham began to kiss her back, sucking on her lip gently to get more blood from her. Hunger did indeed catch him, and now his cravings for the crimson liquid were coming to light.

Maeve Brennan BOT 17-Dec-21 06:55 PM

you suck on my lip, sending shivers of delight through my. It has been a long time! I growl low, pulling away, letting you see the blood on my lip and chin. I lick the inside of my lip, coating my tongue with blood. "Well, Beckham? Do you still feel sorry for yourself? Do you still want to cry?" I caress your face, then lean forward and lick my blood from your chin. "Or will you serve me, and find out how much this world has to offer?"

Beckham BOT 18-Dec-21 05:01 AM

Beckham was entrapped in such a daze that once Mauve pulled away, he leaned forward almost begging for more blood. Noticing that there was more on her lip and chin, Beckham began to grow uneasy. His body and mind began to crave the crimson liquid even more than before, and as Mauve spoke to Beckham he shook his head. He didn’t want to cry anymore, nor did he feel sorry for himself. In fact, he felt untouchable, on top of everyone else, and began to grow feelings for the woman. Then she mentioned serving her, and that was when Beckham seemingly froze for a moment. “Will you be harmful? Or extremely degrading?” Beckham asked, before flashing a seductive smile back to her and nodded, happily agreeing to it. It was odd, Beckham felt on top of the world but was now at the heels of Mauve. Although, this wasn’t something he minded, and thought it’d be able to help strengthen their bond and develop a relationship. He also didn’t know what being a vampire was truly about, and so he’d of course need help to live this new life. The sensations of her licking his face was still tingling throughout his body, as well as the overpowering smell of blood.

Maeve Brennan BOT 19-Dec-21 12:01 AM

"good, good boy. As long as you are a good boy, you will only be harmed to please me, and I will only be degrading if you want me to. Do you want me to be degrading, Beckham? Tell me what you think you will enjoy." I pull your shirt over your head and off, then look up at you as I lower my head to your chest. I place a kiss lightly over your still hear and smile. "And, Beckham, no matter what I do, don't stop talking." I start to kiss down your chest, slowly. My hands gonto your hips as I slowly back off your lap, going to my knees on the floor.

Beckham BOT 19-Dec-21 05:18 AM

Beckham shook his head. “No, no I don’t. I don’t know what I’d enjoy, I’ve never necessarily done anything sexual.” Beckham explained, helping Mauve take his shirt off as he thought. “But, considering what I’ve watched, I’m into this type of thing. I don’t like the rougher side of it, more of the gentle type, but I’d still submit to you.” Beckham added, his eyes rolling a little in enjoyment as she kissed his chest. “Don’t stop talking?” Beckham asked curiously, clearing his throat to relieve any pleasure coming from his voice. He had grown confused, yet as she began to kiss down his chest, his face grew red. Her hands felt gentle, and as she moved down to the floor Beckham grew even more confused. “To be fair I’m very open, I don’t necessarily have a problem trying new things.” He continued to talk, just as he was instructed. Beckham quietly looked up, occasionally glancing down to Mauve. “I wonder what most of its like anyhow. Fetishes, kinks, they all seem really fun and I wanna try them.” He added, seemingly trying to talk about what he enjoyed and what he didn’t.

Maeve Brennan BOT 19-Dec-21 11:20 AM

I pause, laughing quietly but not unkind. Your confusion is endearing. Your innocence will be fun to wreck. "How old are you, Beckham?" I ask, letting my nails lightly follow the waistline of your pants. I watch your reaction, smiling with satisfaction at how uncomfortable you seem. I enjoy it while I can, because it won't be long before you are much more accustomed to my attention. "That's fine, then. We can find out together." I assure you. Then I stand up, offering you my hand. "You're thirsty, but the night is ending. We don't have time..." i glance out the window at the slowly brightening sky. "We need to ensure every window is covered. Does your bedroom have windows? I'd hate to loose you to a careless error.

Beckham BOT 22-Dec-21 09:20 AM

“I’m 23, my 24 birthday is in about three months from now.” Feeling her fingers follow his waistline, Beckham flinched a little bit. He had indeed grown a little uncomfortable, and as she spoke he directed all of his attention towards Mauve, listening to what she had to say. Figuring it out together? That’d be easier for him and he wouldn’t have to struggle on his own. As Mauve stood up and told him that she was hungry, Beckham tilted his head in confusion, for he didn’t feel thirsty at the current moment. “I don’t feel thirsty…and you’re right it’s almost sunrise.” He then glanced towards the window, seeing the sky become a light blue and orange as the sun began to creep out over the horizon. Beckham quickly stood up, listening to her instructions that every window is to be covered. “My bedroom has one, but I always keep a black out curtain closed, I prefer darkness when I sleep.” He then thought for a moment, before looking over to Mauve. “Can you check please?” He asked sweetly, surprised to hear that she’d hate to lose him over a careless error. Beckham quickly regained his focus however, turning and walking over to the window and pulling the blinds to block any sunlight from coming in. Beckham then went around the house, pulling the blinds on every window he could. After that, he began to make his way back towards his bedroom, hoping that Mauve had already closed the blinds, as sunlight began to creep onto the land outside.