Vampy: REVAMPED! Ch 5 Started

MCRManiac wrote:
...he snarled "It'd be a pretty bad idea to off me, princess. I die, you die. Don't get cocky just because you have a fancy new set of canines. Even though you feel like you're some badass, you don't know shit."

the area seemed to be blanketed by a dark burgundy veil, bringing bright red pulsing spots scattered around, each with faint spindles extending out.

Heartbeats, complete with the nervous system.

See This is VERY different...

VERY INTENSE!!!!


Me Likey!

I really like this.

Evil STRONG Sexy G!

Cris snarled and made a move to leap from her crouch, ready to take off toward the diesel until she was yanked sharply back to the ground by the crook of her arm as Gerard emitted a low growl, "Not that way. Being a vampire makes you superior. Don't devolve back to brute force and speed. You have to ability to seduce... entice..." His lips curled at the corners of his mouth slightly, "Frightening your prey makes everything more complicated and less enjoyable. You've got to make them feel like they can trust you."

She stared defiantly up at him as flashes of the parking lot danced in her mind. With a quick pull, her arm was free and she again rose to her feet, slowly this time. She picked as much of the brush and leaves from her clothes and used her fingers to tame her wind-whipped hair. When she turned to glare at Gerard, he was on the ground reclined against the trunk of a tree, his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head, "Go get’im, Tigress."

Cris scanned the lot from end to end once more. She could see neither body nor heartbeat out in the lonely lot besides those in their cabs; however, as an extra precaution (and to try and piss off Gerard) she decided to "sprint" to the door of the cab. She was midway through taming her hair again when her hands stopped. Instead she began to tussle her hair, and when she felt it was sufficiently wild, she looked down to the top of her tee and ripped a slit in the collar with ease. 'Nothing more enticing than a little cleavage…'

'Nope. Not much.'

Cris whipped around, the sound of Gerard's voice in her head surprising. He, however, still sat at the trunk of the tree, grinning as he waved at her. 'Scare you?' His lips didn't move.

She just scowled as she focused her attention on the door again. She reached to pull the latch to find it unlocked already, scoffing at the fortune. 'And you made this sound like it'd be hard, Way…' She was able to ease the door open and near-silently climb inside--if the snoring hadn't provided enough of a sound cover. She stood between the seats, her arms draped lazily over the corners. She made sure to pop out her hip as she stared down at him. Maybe that daunting feeling of someone watching would wake him… Maybe he could already sense his pending doom.


can't really focus anymore on this. hope it was a good one so far.

I can SO see Cris doing this and the reclining Gee Is SUCH a piece of eye candy!

Ooooh...good Chels!

Can't wait for Cris to eat up!

And yeah...Gee is eye candy.

i try

I must confess, I got the idea for body disposal from Christopher Moore's Bloodsucking Fiends and You Suck (the sequel to BF) Great books! Dark vampiric comedies with some action thrown in. I recommend them. Thank you Mr. Moore for this alternate outcome for vampire victims.
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Another loud snore ripped through the cramped space. 'Or not.' Cris silently sighed in her head. She could feel a throbbing pressure in her gums as she took determined steps to the heap of blubber. He wasn't a particularly attractive man. He had a scruffy beard with a ball cap pulled over his eyes. His blue tank was permanently sweat-stained (especially under the arms) and he had a general musty odor about him. Cris held back her gag reflect as she entered the strongest concentration of his stench when she sat next to him. Her hand slid over his chest, fingering the chest hair peaking over the top. 'If this doesn't get him, I'm chasing down that squirrel...'

Fortunately--or unfortunately, Cris couldn't decide--the trucker woke with a start, sputtering as he nearly choked on his own snoring. The trucker looked up with instinctual panic at the intruder.

"I'm sorry... Did I wake you?" Cris asked in her most sultry voice, her hand still caressing him.

"Wh-Who are you?" His voice was groggy from sleep, and he was highly confused as to the motives of the strange woman in his cab... but who was he to complain. It'd been months since he'd been home, and even then there was no Mrs. to call his own.

Cris stood only to swing her leg over and straddle him, now both hands running up and down his chest, her hair draped over one shoulder. She subtly tried to squeeze her upper arms together--give the girls a little extra help. "Does it matter?"

She smiled inside as she saw the truckers eyes dart down once, then again for a longer interval, "W-Well want do you want?"

Now Cris outwardly grinned as she leaned farther over him, sliding his hat off his head, "You can't guess?"

He swallowed in response and now he made no effort to hide where his attentions were focused. He stammered, "What's your price?"

Cris laughed as she leaned down and kissed down his jaw from his chin, "This one's on the house..."

She could feel his grubby hands sliding heavily up her thighs to her ass and she smirked. Suddenly there was a sharp tearing pain above her gums and she felt two stiff pricks sear through the soft flesh: her fangs. Common sense took over and she easily bit down into the juicy flesh of his neck. Only a whimper escaped him before her hand flew in a blur to cover his mouth as she drank. The liquid flowed warmly down her throat, seeming to spread its warmth to her entire body. It tasted different from Gerard's: not as sweet. It had more of a bold, strong taste; however, it was no less intoxicating as she drank by the mouthful. She could almost feel herself purring as she quenched her hunger. She didn't even notice the lessening and subsequent stop of her victims struggles. She felt it getting harder and harder to pull the sweet sustenance from the drained body she yanked herself away with a sharp gasp. Her limbs tingled, pulsing with the beat of her newly-awoken heart. Through a thin veil of hair, Cris could see the soulless body of the trucker beneath her. His face was frozen in the same surprised look she was sure he wore as she bit into him. His skin seemed more pruned and duller, but to the touch felt almost hard as stone. She carefully climbed off of him and used her thumb to wipe the little bit of life that had escaped out of the corner of her mouth, licking it clean.

"You sure know how to pick'em, Honey."

Cris didn't even turn when she heard Gerard speak. She'd been able to sense him coming. She just stood in silence back against the passenger side seat, unable to tear her eyes away from her work. Gerard took a few steps forward, bending down as if examining a work of art. "Not bad for a first time... Not much mess... Not much sign of struggle... Damn." He stood up and kicked the body.

From the point of impact, the trucker seemed to almost dissolve, like sand in an hourglass. The body deteriorated to a mere pile of dust, leaving the clothes behind. Cris still just watched as Gerard then collected the clothes and did his best to disperse the "remains" throughout the cab. "Only maybe next time, find a place outside." He draped the clothes over one arm then moved to exit, "Lesson three completed," he smirked.

DAMN!! I REALLY like this Nasty Gerard and this new Angry Hungry Cris...

This one is BETTER than the orginal!

I really really love this. I can't wait for more.

So...like...NOW! Um...please.

actually after i get my assignment for my creative writing class turned in, i think imma post more