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  Summer Goldspring

  Splurge

  A Vampire Series

  Chapter 1

  I had a confession that I never told anyone. Drinking blood for the first time was better—than sex, and it just got better every time I would drink it. I was madly in love with drinking blood. If people only knew what it was really like to be a vampire like me, they would have traded their life with mine in a heartbeat!

  My life wasn’t always like this. I was seventeen, and self conscious about everything. I was most self conscious about the cellulite on my thighs, when I would wear shorts in the summer. Wearing glasses wasn‘t fun, and made me look like such a geek. I was very vulnerable, and needed a miracle in my life. I was the one girl that needed someone to sweep me off my feet. My life was so plain, then my life was suddenly complicated.

  My friends called me Annie. I was an only child. One day, I suddenly disappeared. I described my new life in one word, HEAVEN. What was heaven anyways? I always thought that heaven was a flawless place after death, a place of unlimited happiness, peace, and where good people go after death. I thought heaven was where God and the beautiful angels were at. I believed Angels were all good.

  I was no angel. I wasn’t good. I was just good at what I did. I never went to heaven, but my new life felt like heaven on earth. I never saw God, and I never met an angel. If I was killed, heaven would have never welcomed me. I wondered about hell. Would hell have welcomed me? I didn’t care anymore about heaven or hell, I was a vampire, and nothing was going to change that fact.

  When I disappeared, my friends, and family posted missing person signs all over town. The signs all read like this: Missing: “Have you seen Annie Greencorn?” They also used a bad picture of me, with no make-up, really? I was having a bad hair day or something, cause that picture was pretty bad. The least they could have done was found a decent picture of me. The boys and girls in town must have laughed at my picture. I wondered if they really cared that I was missing. And the rest was history.

  I used to hang out at Starbucks, and try to study. Well, I was more like studying hot guys that walked in the Starbucks. Even though I couldn’t afford to buy anything, I always indulged myself to my sweet tooth. I loved Double Chocolaty Chip Frappuccino, Skinny Caramel Macchiato, Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha, Cinnamon Dolce Latte, and the list was just too long. The thought of my Starbucks fix while I secretly watched the hot guys lounging around me made me so.. wet!

  If Starbucks had offered a fresh Bloody—Smoothie, I would have over indulged. Hopefully, it would have been the blood of a muscle bound man, or a cute book worm girl. I was drinking all blood types, mostly the ones that aroused me. I had many weird fetishes. I was always wondering what the blood of Abraham Lincoln would have been like, when he was younger of course. I wished. It was ok to dream.

  Before I was turned, I was doing what a lot of girls my age were doing. I had my trusty Iphone, I was surfing Youtube, and constantly checking out my friends showing off their pictures on Facebook. I wasn’t just checking out my friends on Facebook, I was checking out the pictures of cute guys, and sometimes cyber stocking cute guys.

  I missed my dog and cat. My dogs name was Bugzy and my cats name was Chaz. I wondered what their blood tasted like, but I never would have tasted their blood, since I was only willing to drink human blood.

  My friends told me that I had natural good looks. I didn’t need much makeup. I had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, sometimes I wore my glasses, for reading mostly.

  I always had an eye out for cute guys. I wished they would have made a move on me, but it was the not so cute ones that tried. We just had nothing in common.

  I never would have given up my vampire life for anything in the world. My other life was long gone. I was the most hunted vampire in the world. Why? Well, first of all I was breaking vampire law, and secondly, I had something very rare.

  I just happened to have these fancy intense pink—diamond fangs. They were priceless! I was on the run for my life.

  I didn’t consider myself dead. I was still flesh and blood. Most vampires usually were, all depending on your maker’s blood line. All vampires were different.

  Some vampires had warm blood, some vampires had cold blood, different powers, special talents, and we still had one thing in common, the thirst for blood. My thirst for blood was very different.

  My makers name was Ryan Everlast. He was very seductive, with a mix of blue green eyes, tall, just dam cute! The downfall was that it was forbidden—to be sexually involved with your maker. That was vampire law. I was so in love with Ryan, and I know he knew it. Ryan also knew the consequences of breaking vampire law.

  Ryan once told me a story of a maker and his apprentice.

  They were a homosexual couple. Their names were Zack and Jensen. Homosexuality was looked down upon, but was not breaking any vampire law. They were dearly in love, and they ran from the vampire law. They were very good at hiding from the law. One day the vampire law put a price on both their heads to be killed.

  Hunters from the woodwork were after the big pay day. However, Zack and Jensen would never be caught. Then one night, in a bar in Mexico, they were lounging around, most likely looking for their next feed.

  People were dancing the night away, many wasted people. A man across from the couple sat in the shadows. He appeared to be strong, intimidating, and mysterious. He wore worn out, yet heavy duty steal toe boots, worn out blue jeans, a black heavy leather coat, and a hoodie over his head, so you could not really describe his face. However, you could still tell this man had a scruffy face.

  The couple finally noticed the man that sat in the shadows across from them. The man looked at the couple, and stood up. The couple both stood up and revealed themselves as vampires, as they drew their fangs and hissed, and there was panic at the bar.

  People screamed, ran about, and bar fights erupted. The couple attacked people, and sucked some of their blood for the few seconds that they had, as they approached the man, in the shadows. The couple was distracted by the outburst of people. As they finally made their way to the man’s table, he was gone.

  The bar was chaotic, as people didn’t even know what was happening, and fights still broke out. The man who sat in the shadows was standing at the entrance, waiting for Zach and Jensen. One of the vampires, Jensen, charged the man, as Zach stood by to watch. Jensen was a super fast vampire, and flew at the man. Suddenly, Jensen’s head—was in the air, and blood splattered across the room, as his body stood in one place, then collapsed to the floor.

  The man who stood in the shadows was a lot faster than Jensen. As Jensen charged, he met with the man’s sword, which was concealed in the man’s thick leather jacket. Zach was outraged, and charged at the man. Suddenly, Zach’s body was detached—in two pieces, as blood exploded from Zach’s body on impact of the man‘s blade. There was a rumor that this man went by the name of Edward Godspeed. This man was feared. There was also word that went around that Edward Godspeed, along with others like him, were after my pink fangs. My pink fangs were priceless, I mean, who wouldn’t want them?

  Trust me, not all vampires were alike. My maker Ryan Everlast, came from a unique blood line of vampires.

  I was different from the others. I was not cold blooded, like some blood lines. I still looked like the girl next door, until I was hungry, and out came the fangs, but that was normal. I was warm blooded, but Ryan was cold blooded, my heart still beat, unlike Ryan. That’s just the way it was. I moved a lot faster than I did in my previous life. Vampires weren’t fast like Superman, we just didn’t get tired.

  Ever try staying up late till 3 am and being so tired you can just pass out on the couch cause you felt so drowsy? Well, that’s exactly what my weakness was when the sunlight hit me. It was
like that for all vampires, so we avoided the sunlight.

  I used to love to soak up the sun back in the day. The sun could not kill me; it just made me very weak, and very tired, very fast. The only way to kill a vampire was to behead us, set us on fire, or to destroy the heart. By the way, garlic didn’t do anything to hurt us, it just made us LOL! One thing us vampires looked forward to, was feeding time, especially me.

  We couldn’t eat regular food, because it was like a human trying to eat rocks! Feeding time was a real treat. Describing it was like comparing it to my previous life eating habits.

  It was like always having a sweet tooth. It was like craving junk food, like a fast food meal at McDonalds or any other greasy restaurant. It was like craving a greasy pizza, cheesy lasagne, or having a big juicy steak or fried chicken, and then a big piece of chocolate cake or ice cream sundae for desert. It was like heaven I think. But I wouldn’t know what heaven was like. I always thought vampire or not, were all God’s creatures.

  One of my first meals was a rookie police officer. He was smoking—hot. He had the best blue eyes. He was also very athletic, broad shoulders big arms, and I was dying to taste his blood. One night, Ryan and I were in a cabin in the woods, which is where we lived most of the time.

  Ryan had captured the officer, while the officer was on duty patrolling the highway for speeders. Ryan brought the officer back to our cabin where I fed on his blood. Ryan put the officer down on the dusty old couch, and looked at me all serious. “Watch how I drink his blood.” He said. Ryan grabbed the officer’s head, popped out his fangs, sunk his teeth in the officer’s neck, and some blood squirted out as he sunk his teeth in.

  After just a few seconds Ryan lifted his head and looked to me. “Here, you try now.” He said.

  “Looks... Delightful.” I said, as I walked toward the officer, to suck him dry. As Ryan slowly put the officer back down on the couch, I got on my knees, and popped out my shiny pink fangs. Ryan looked aroused. I went down on the officer’s neck, and suddenly, I felt high.

  After several seconds I was done. I moved the officer on the floor, and I sat on the couch. “Are you ok?” Ryan asked, looking all worried. Ryan watched me, as I looked drowsy on the couch. I had my eyes closed, and took heavy breaths.

  I was in a deep trance. I felt like I floated in mist and I was naked. Hot naked men came to me, caressed me, and kissed me. One of them poured warm blood all over my body and the rest of them slowly licked the blood from my naked body.

  Then I fell, and suddenly plunged into deep water. As I swam to the top, I was pulled into the sky. I fell again, and I couldn’t stop. After I fell for a few seconds I had woken up from my trance. I opened my eyes, and Ryan starred down at me from above. “Annie!” he yelled.

  “I had some sort of reaction, well, how long was I out for?” I asked. Ryan smiled. “Not long.” He said. That felt like an eternity—and I wished it never ended. I never told Ryan about my trances, I kept them all to myself. “You will get used to it.” He said.

  Ryan never thought much of me, when I fell into a trance. I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth about what really happened when I fed on the officer. It was my business, and no one else’s.

  I just went along with it, and that’s just the way it was for me. I just didn’t want things to get complicated, so I never told Ryan about what happened when I fed.

  I was twelve years old when my father vanished one stormy night. I missed my family. My father was a farmer. He raised his crops in the summer months, and earned enough money to last the long freezing cold winter. He made enough from growing his crops that he could have retired, but he was proud of his work, and didn’t know what else to do with his time. My father’s name was Daniel Greencorn.

  My mother’s name was Summer. She was very conservative and very religious. Some people could have mistaken her for a nun, for the way she dressed, so nun like, all covered up in long sweaters, and thick dresses that covered her feet. She almost had every bible version in her study.

  Her study was a creepy looking room, like she was part of some sort of cult. My mother had candles that lit her study, and the room felt like a small church. She would sometimes quote from the bible when she spoke to me, like she was God’s messenger. Sometimes I wondered how my parents were ever married. They were totally opposite from each other.

  One stormy evening, he went out without telling my mother where he was going, and he never returned home that night. He was declared missing, and he was never seen again.

  After the first time I drank blood, I was addicted. I had to admit, I had no shame for taking human life. I always figured they would die someday, so why not go sooner than later?

  I only needed one feeding a day, but I was splurging. I was feeding on three or sometimes five people a day! I managed to go out mostly on rainy days, when the sun wasn’t shining.

  I would finish whole families if I could. That was the cost of my addiction. It wasn’t even that I was hungry most of the time; I wanted my dirty trances, my sexual desires to keep going. Only one sexual trance a day wasn’t enough for me. It wasn’t even my fault. I experienced these sudden sexual dreams after a feeding, so I just couldn’t help myself. It came natural to me, and there was no way of stopping the trances.

  The first time I got caught in the sun was actually a pleasurable experience. One rainy morning, I wandered in a corn field of all places. I knew there would be someone tending that field. I guess I hoped to find someone to feed on.

  The unthinkable—happened! The sun started to blaze, and I froze. My eyes got heavy and started to blur. I was drowsy, and didn’t know where to go. I blacked out suddenly. I woke up hours later in a hard bed, inside the farmhouse.

  The room was dark, as the curtains blocked out the sunlight. The cross of Jesus hung at the side of the bedroom door as if Jesus himself was staring at me. I was very uncomfortable at the idea. The room was unusually pink, very feminine. There was no doubt in my mind, it belonged to a female, and perhaps it was his daughter’s bedroom. I wondered if she would return to her room to find me in her bed.

  I was still in the bed, not in a hurry to leave since I knew I was in a safe place, or I would have been dead already. Someone slowly walked up the stairs, then making their way down the hallway, to the bedroom. I heard footsteps slowly approaching. The floor slowly crackled, and the sound of the footsteps got closer to the bedroom. It was the farmer, since I recognized his scent as soon as he approached the front door of the bedroom.

  As the farmer walked in the bedroom, I kept my eyes closed. There was a slight hesitation before he walked into the bedroom. He proceeded into the room, and seemed to place a plate of food on the dresser.

  I could smell the food. My scent was unusually sensitive. To me, it was a vile smell of cooked bacon, maple ham, toasted whole wheat toast, with butter spread on it, strawberry jam on the side, breakfast sausages, fruit cocktail, orange juice, and coffee with cream and sugar. Seriously, who was this man? When I was human, I would have probably married this man!

  Anyone who would have brought me breakfast in bed was definitely my hero. After the man put down the tray next to me, he hesitated again, as if he stared at me. I was so uncomfortable, I was debating whether I should make my move or not.

  The man came closer, since I heard and smelled him coming closer to my face. I was nervous. The man had an unusual smell, not like a man that I ever smelled before. The man probably wanted to see if I was still breathing. I was still very nervous. I could smell his blood, it smelled like candy.

  I felt myself about to shake from being so nervous; I didn’t know what to do. As the man bent over closer, I burst—out my shiny pink fangs! I grabbed the man so fast, I didn’t even notice who I grabbed. I was too busy indulging in the warm precious blood that poured in through my fangs. When I was done sucking the life out of the man, I let go and it started. That beautiful trance was about to take me away again, and there was nothing, I could have done about it.

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nbsp; Before I passed out, I glanced at the person on the bed. My eyes blurred, but I saw that the person faced down on the bed was not—a man. It was a teenage girl! She had long golden brownish hair, slender, and dead! My scent was apparently off, since I thought it was a man‘s blood that I smelled. I was about to knock out into my trance. I felt bad, but all I really cared about was my fix.

  I was falling into my trance again, and I landed in a bed of roses, naked, and my naked body was oiled with a sweet scent of blood. The room was dim with candles surrounding it, keeping the room mysterious and sexy. Mist was filing the room slowly. I loved the feeling of roses rubbing on my body, like a back massage, very soft and moist.

  The mist was getting thicker, and three beautiful women appeared. One woman was in front and two women from both sides of me. All three women were covered in enough blood to make things messy. They slowly crawled near me, and caressed me all over. My nipples were being licked. I never experienced women before, but had some interest in them.

  The trance must have taken hold of my deepest and most forbidden desires, which I never would have actually perused when I was human. I was touched by each naked bloodied up woman. One woman had long blonde hair, blue eyes, with perky breasts. Another woman was brunette, with short hair, a long tattoo of a devil down her back, and with the devil’s tail running all the way down her right leg. The third woman, was Asian, with long black hair, sexy lips, and was in-between my legs. I took turns kissing the two other women on my sides, as the other caressed my hard nipples with her tongue. My face and whole body was smeared in blood. I was very satisfied and didn’t want to wake up, but all trances came to an end, and I was back to the real world.

  Chapter 2

  I was so addicted to blood, that I found a secret bordello for vampires like me. Ryan often told me stories of this bordello, and where it was located. He told me that places like it were condemned by the vampire law. According to vampire law, it was forbidden to feed on more than one human per day, and that was life.