Fangs III (Audio Script)

Stories

God, it’s bloody packed in here.

It’ll be impossible to find you…

I don’t know if Fangs has ever been this crowded before.

Safe to say word has gotten out about our little slice of paradise, especially among the humans.

Well, I suppose that was the point of opening an exclusive club: drawing in as many beating hearts as possible.

It’s been entertaining watching them have an existential crisis with the realization that yes, vampires do, in fact, exist.

And then, as expected, they all think that if they drop to their knees in front of us and beg with enough candor we’ll turn them into one of us.

As if we’ll offer immortality to any human that happens to ask for it.

It bothers me to no end, the lack of respect humans have for us.

Vampirism isn’t something to be given out lightly, and yet here they are, in our club, on their knees begging for it every chance they get.

Every single one of them believes themselves worthy of immortality for some reason or another, but so few actually are.

“Pardon me.”

I must admit, though… you’re one I wouldn’t mind joining our ranks.

Well, actually, I take that back.

Your blood is too special, too unique.

And if you were to be turned, then I’d lose access to it.

I have to say, I regret introducing you to Lena, but only because we must share you between the two of us now.

Your blood… there’s something about it…

something in your lineage perhaps…

They say vampire slayers and hunters have the sweetest blood…

you’re a mere journalist, I believe, but perhaps somewhere in your genes remains the spirit of vampire hunters long gone.

“Excuse me.”

You’re intrepid and fiercely independent though, much like the many slayers who have chased after and hunted down my kind.

Certainly far more interesting than many other humans I’ve dealt with.

It is strange, though.

The fact that you keep returning here to Fangs.

To Lena and me.

The fact that you’re helpless to us, that we could do absolutely anything we wanted to you, and yet you come back each and every night.

You’re always here, wanting to be close to us, wanting to please us.

But it is entirely of your own volition…

I believe you’re as enthralled with us as much as we are with you.

“Not crashing the party, am I?

I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“You must not have been looking very hard.”

Lena’s got you pulled into her lap, her mouth hardly able to leave your neck.

A rush of heat and envy flares deep in my chest.

It’s not uncommon for us undead to feel territorial over certain humans we’ve marked as our own.

“Hi, Malcolm.”

“Mm, come here…”

“Lena… you agreed she would be mine for tonight.”

“Oh, Malcolm, don’t get your panties in a twist.

Tonight is for celebrating our achievements.

Ought we not to share her?”

“Mmm… I’m not good at sharing.”

“And you know I’m not either.

But, in the spirit of Fangs celebrating its one-year anniversary tonight, perhaps it might be a positive experience for the three of us…”

You untangle yourself from around Lena and stand before me.

Your hands are warm as they press against the cool skin of my chest.

You tilt your head up at me and reveal that long, soft swoop of your neck I find myself so often buried in.

“I can teach you… how to share.

I want both of you.”

“You do, do you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Alright…

fine. Tonight we share.”

I’m craving you tonight, more than I usually do.

No, it’s more than a craving.

It’s a need.

Desperate and carnal.

Might have something do with the fact that it’s Halloween.

Might just be that I’m positively addicted to your blood.

“Perhaps we should go to my office…”

“No.”

“No?

Did you hear that, Malcolm?

She just told me no.”

“I want to stay right here…

in front of everyone.”

God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so enamored with a human before.

You don’t throw yourself at us the way the others do.

There’s no desperation about your desire for us.

“Well, then.

That’s an idea.”

“Feeling a bit of an exhibitionist tonight, are you?”

“Maybe.

You showed me just how… thrilling it can be…

to be watched.

To be envied.”

“Tonight’s a big night for you two.

Owners of the most exclusive club this city has ever seen…

I want everyone to see you… take me…

both of you.”

Lena’s gray eyes are dark and shadowed by the red light flooding the club as she looks over at me.

We exchange a silent look, an agreement that tonight there is no hierarchy between us.

We are equals in our bloodlust for this enchanting human.

She gets up and slides her body right up against you, pinning you between the two of us.

I can only imagine what it must feel like for you… the sensation of being kissed with cold lips, expecting hot breath and finding none.

Her fingers tease your waist and slink down your thighs.

You grind your ass into her, leaning back into her lithe body and scraping your white teeth across your bottom lip.

That look in your eyes… desperate… hungry… full of need…

Lena’s hands shift up to your breasts behind the black dress that hugs you.

She drags her fingers across the fabric stretched across your chest.

Slowly dips her hand inside the deep v-shaped neckline.

We’ve learned so much about your desires since you started showing up at Fangs.

What you like… what makes those gorgeous legs of yours tremble and shake.

For instance… I know how much you like having your chest teased…

how wet it makes you to have them squeezed and twisted…

just as Lena is doing to you now.

“Is this what you had in mind…?

Exposed?

For everyone…”

“Yes…

I want them to know… that I belong to you…”

I wrap my hand around your jaw and tilt your head to the side so that I might see that neck I’ve so enjoyed recently.

Your skin is dotted with the remnants of mine and Lena’s previous bites, all in various stages of fading.

Again, my eyes meet Lena’s and we exchange silent communication.

I’ll taste you first while she attends to the rest of your body.

I feel her fingers slide down from your breasts to your upper thighs.

Her grip tightens around your hip and she slips her fingers beneath your dress.

“It’s so easy to unravel you…”

She fingers you with slow, smooth strokes of her hand and you melt into her.

I smooth away some fallen strands of your chestnut hair and just let my mouth hover over your neck.

I can feel your pulse drumming through your entire body.

But it’s not from fear… not from a desire to get away…

it’s from pleasure.

Lena’s fingers twist slowly in and out of you and the three of us press harder into one another.

You, pinned between us, hardly able to stand on both legs…

what an absolute treat.

“Ohhh, god…

fuck me, Malcolm…”