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by mjnbrn Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Romance/Love · #1605742
Vampiress Ezmeralda telling her diary about last nights fun.
I did it last night.  After all the planning we did.  I couldn't have done it without you Diary...  I did it just like we planned.  It was so easy.  I knew he would stop and ask me... ask me what was wrong.  All I had to do was sit on the park bench, and pretend to cry.  Men, men are so easy, so gullible.

Anyway Diary.  There I was, around 22:00, sitting on the park bench crying my eyes out.  He stopped his walk and asked me what was the matter.  After not responding he came closer... silly man.  I let him put his hand on my shoulder.  Told him my boyfriend of two years had dumped me.  He offered to walk me home... I agreed.

Next thing I know he is buying me coffee in a little cafe.  I knew this was my chance Diary.  I put it on.  I started warming up to him, flirting a little... He asked if I wanted to come by his place, maybe watch a movie.  I looked at him, my eyes big and watery, reminding him I had just been dumped.  I told him I would like that.

We got to his house and he shows me the couch, asking me if I wanted anything to drink.  I asked for some hot chocolate, and he got the water to boil.  He sat down next to me, and I almost lost control.  But I had restraint.  Not here, not now.  The movie came to an end, and I made like I couldn't stay awake.

He offered me his bed, said he would sleep on the couch.  I told him it was much to big for just me.  He joined me.  I let him think he had me all safe and cuddly.  Then I pulled my little demon from my panties... STRAIGHT INTO HIS HAND.  He never knew what hit him, the knockout agent was strong.  He came to as I was finishing his bonds.  I straddled him and lowered my face to his neck.  I let my fangs loose, and scraped them against him.  I heard his moan, relished in it.

Then Diary... Then I lost control.  I tore a chunk of his neck free, and feasted.  I slashed my name into his chest with the Demon.  It's a shame no one knows it... they might come find me.
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