The Scarlet Stream II

Sweet Scarlet



“You taste so sweet!”

My lips met his again, another moment of bliss as me partook it this indulgence. Pulling away from the kiss I looked my lover straight in his crstal blue eyes.

“You know how I like it…”

A smile played across my face knowing what was coming next. His delicate hands roughly grabbed at me, practically tearing my shirt right off. His medium length nails gripped my neck, hard.

“You’re hurting me...”

My voice was becoming a rasp through the constriction of my throat.

“…don’t stop”

I felt his the nails of his hands begin to trace there way down my chest, pleasantly painful. I had made him sharpen them for me.

“Hurt me! Draw my blood you know you want to taste it, you can’t live without it!”

His nails turned from slight pressure to tearing down my smooth chest, I felt the skin begin to give way under the strain.

“Ya… more!”

As he continued to claw me slowly I kept squirming under his weight. Every ounce of my body was peaked with hormones. As his nails began to drag across my finely shaped stomach I felt the skin part, fresh thick and warm a trickle of blood made its way down my stomach. I felt the nails stop for a moment…his lips licking excitingly at my wound.

“Let it bleed…you’ve had your taste, now it’s my turn…”

I moved a hand to my stomach and coating my index and middle finger in some blood I smeared it down my stomach, having some of the blood stain my boxers…I created a trail for my loyal lover to follow…




Lightly wiping the corners of my mouth I like my fingers;

“He wasn’t half bad overall, extra points on taste.”

Standing I pull my shirt over my torso, the rest of my cloths already back on I walk to the door of the man’s apartment. Over my shoulder the bloody sight of the former lover creates a chaos that contrasts my calmness. The mans neck having been punctured severely he layed half on, half off his bed, all the white sheet covered in the still fresh, red blood. As the apartment door closes the puddle next to the bed increases as drop after drop of scarlet liquid drip from the man’s wound.





Breaking the surface, I take a big breath of fresh air. Pulling myself out of the pool I sit myself up on the end. The water cascades down my lean chest, and my perfectly smooth back. My mind has been such a buzz of activity, it always happens when I haven’t feed in a while. Pulling myself up I begin to the walk towards the change room. I notice all the girls giving me glances…let them look, they’ll never get to touch after all. It had been weeks since my last feed and I was starting to look forward to how I was going to get my next one. Rounding the corner to the showers my vision attacked by red against the white tiles of the room.

Trying to take in the whole scene in front of me my mind hums with thought. I see streams of watery blood flowing into a drain, the source is three fresh corpses that lay like rag dolls around the shower room. One leaning against a wall is the main source, his neck still pouring a steady torrent of blood down his side onto the white tiles. Looking to the middle of the room, I see a young man. He must be my age…even with his head down I can feel a certain untamed beauty to him. Keeping my voice even and calm…which surprisingly I was I call upon the boy,

“Hello.”

The young mans head flashes up, his eyes red with tears… his mouth, chin and neck covered in fresh bright red blood. Again sounding like I had found him sitting alone at recess I speak.

“Are you alright? Did you do all this?”

Tried to stop myself from sounding like I was impressed with him, but I think he caught the hint.

“Why yes I am alright, and yes I did this…why is it your so calm? You seem almost at home…”

A suspicious tone crept into the young mans tone. As I walked forward I looked him strongly in the eyes, he didn’t flinch as I approached.

“ You see…”

As I came near him I stepped very close to one of the bodies, I ran my index finger through the wound on one victims neck.

“ I live for this… blood.”

As I finished my sentence I stuck my finger into my mouth, it came out clean. He looked me over…and as a smile crossed his lips the room took on a even warmer feel.

“I like you, you want to get out of here…go somewhere private?”

My body released some endorphins, and walking right next to him I offered a hand to pull him up.

“ Sounds good to me… this places gets old fast.”



Together fully clothed we walked out of the change room and into the lobby. As we went to open the doors to leave, we stopped and held them open…for the paramedics on their way in…