He did not hesitate. Grabbing her black hair, pulled her head back, arched her position, and bit down.

His fangs swelled, as usual, when he fed. He also required much more blood, more frequently, than other immortals.

He had learned well about instinct, scent, color and thickness from countless throbbing veins.

He preferred to extract blood from the neck of a woman, breasts exposed, less eager to resist. A woman, undeniably, much more sensual. Though more often than not, he has preyed on males, to fulfill his desires, his hunger, his quest, his natural need to hunt all mortals.

The whiteness of her body was perfect, and her blue veins detailed through her thin, transparent skin.

Courtesy of his ego, he has allowed me to use his name.

He is Santos. Santos has been a vampire for just over 2000 years. He is very wise and occasionally let’s me observe his behaviors, so that I may record them, as I am now.

His aching need and hunger caused him to drain this unknown virgin quickly. Too quickly. Santos still wanted to play, and was craving more blood.

He would turn this virgin and not let her die. He would give her eternal life and a need for passion that no mortal could ever pleasure. Nor the sensation from their feast.

“Sad, you mortals” he would always say, as he just repeated. He, I must add, was magnificent. From this mortals perspective, it suddenly caused a reaction and desire to experience this change myself.

So I told him so.

He looked up at me with his fire-lit white eyes, fangs exposed, nails tapping without sound, then he gracefully stood up. Dropping and disregarding the drained and dyeing woman he had just been toying with.

I knew instinctively I was about to be bitten. I wanted to be. In all the observations of his actions, not once had I ever wanted to experience what I had witnessed, so many times before. Tonight I did.

Not just bitten alone, but converted, reborn, immortalized, to be indispensable. I was eager to know everything, the gift to live forever seemed much better than any negative element this procedure could compare to.

Santos slowly walked across the large foyer where we all, moments earlier, were seemingly busy. His hair, perfect earlier, in a tight ponytail with wisps down the sides, now messy, displayed his wrestle. He still remained trimmed with a black hat that matched his cape and extremely high heels.

He tilted his head to the left maintaining his perfect rhythmic pace, as to play yet comport me. Knowing I was very aware what was about to happen. His smile displayed his eagerness now wanting to have fun. Especially, given our standing agreement, that I was never to be touched. Until now.

It was for that reason his smirk was cocky and mannerisms strong with confidence, yet feminine and gentle, to be sure not to scare me. He removed his watch and then his rings not bothering to pay attention to his actions. He dropped them to the ground, and still not once, changing that familiar rhythm in his pace.

I continued to be unafraid, yet not, overly excited either. My instinct was telling me this was what was always meant to happen. I had questions though, many questions. However, I knew better than to ask.

I suppose it was intrigue I was feeling. Curious of the unknown, suspicious of the pain, or lack of it, yearning to feel what was so already common to him. Intrigued to want to feel different, be different, look different. Intrigued mostly by the power of making my own rules, that no one would or could challenge. Lastly, intrigued to feel passion as I had seen Santos be overcome with, countless times in the past.

He reached me, and in his usual way, swiftly pulled up his left sleeve and bit his own wrist veins. I heard the skin break, saw the blood drop and noticed his smile as he suckled. He didn’t swallow, instead kept his blood running off his wrist to his leg and then the floor. He was preparing me to experience the taste of him.

It never occurred to me that I would be tasting him.

Much change is occurring and as I write these observations and sensations, you must remember I am writing about Tuesday evening, and now, this is Thursday. While still young, please remember I am too now a vampire as Santos did turn me, and changed my life, forever.

My memory for 2 days is blurred from my mortals perspective. I hope not to loose much more, I do want to always remember what and who I once was. If for no other reason than to understand, and learn how these mortals, who will now be taken, for myself.

Back to my ritual of sorts. He closed my eyes next and directed me with perfect force to his wrist. I felt his warm blood on my lips then like a collage on my cheeks, chin, eyelids, earlobes, dripping on my neck then my breasts. I then realized it was me now on my back freeing no inhibitions, opening my mouth wanting to know not just what any blood tasted like, but what his blood tasted like.

I was surprised how thick this vampire’s serum was, which now entered and ran through my veins as well. Maybe his was different somehow, I don’t know. Santos had pierced two holes in his wrist, which opened the veins still pulsating rhythmically. Allowing me to drink at my own speed.

Still with no fear, I drank him.

I was awkward, messy and embarrassed. He reassured me he would let me know when anything wasn’t moving at the speed it should. That he could not articulate the comings of my change and he preferred silence, on both our behalf.

Similar to how he had taken the virgin earlier that evening, he quickly and unexpectedly took me.

He rolled my head to the left far enough to be pressed against the marble slate I was lying upon. Spread my hair upwards to expose my now, rapidly pulsing vein. Paused. With his still bleeding wrist, tore off my blouse, threw my glasses, and bit through my lace bra to stare at my vulnerable state.

I felt so hot, I felt alive, I’m not a sick person but I am not a fool either. Never let me be alone, or I would be cold on my own. It seemed as though nothing meant a thing to me. I was embarking to an unknown other side, maybe thats a lie, read me, leave, need me, see me, look at me, I’m falling and I’m calling, I began. Now cool and barely alive.

The deeper he stuck it in my vein, the deeper I felt no more pain.

I couldn’t control my breathing. I couldn’t catch my breath, no air. I Felt as if I needed no more, despite what has been written, this was nothing that I had heard or even witnessed before.

Nobody could take me higher, nobody ever made me feel this way. Like nothing else I could ever need, Santos was so into me. “Don’t you worry about anything, I’ll bring us around.” “I will.” He whispered.

My eyes were black as night, and locked in my pocket, the evidence of dry blood and a strand of his hair. I never once mentioned the word stop.

I could only smile when the pain came, the pain was going to make everything okay. Santos only spoke to call out my name.

I never knew a lover or man I’d ever been with like this before, but now it mattered. It was no longer just nothing. He pulled all the shades down knowing it was dark, it must remain that way. Shared some gin with me dropping the strong needed antiseptic in my dry mouth.

Remember he had no Internet in his world, but his own matrix was my new world.

He would look at me, I would look at me. You say what your going to do to me. Hardly not physical. He’s been saying all the right things, all night long.

Big man. I wonder. Take a chance. This was now yours. The heat coming from me, lead us to taking flight, together.

Get what you want, but I’m going to get what I need.

It would shake the earth beneath anyone’s feet. Thinking of only myself. I doubt everyone but myself. Don’t deny myself that is something good. When you want someone, you can’t deny the truth. It was the other side of me. Godless. No one needed to apologize. It’s what he didn’t say that made so much sense. Just free my soul.

Feel like I’ve always been lost in his dream. His dark angel, I loved him from that moment, I loved a face I’d once known differently. I thank you and wonder just into who’s destiny did who stop. Force your magic in me.

Tell me a story how we change and live out our lives rather strange. This part I have not worked out yet. Then, every hour I started growing a little stronger.

Timing in these next few weeks will give me the humility I require to hunt and feed. All my life I’ve been hoping for this to be mine in time. No amount of money could buy this, here, now. Very romantic. Forbidden Ecstasy.

Santos serves as my protector while I take the time to reform him into having a small part of mortality, with it’s now, old secret values. He caressed my neck and rested his fingers on the right side of my throat, directly upon my swollen pulsating jugular vein.

My heart beating faster, and breathing rose, sensing strangulation or rather asphyxiation, I guess this hadn’t played out yet as I thought it had. Then he held me as we twirled, airborne, dropping our clothes from each height. He took me……………….again, and the entire time I turned.

I am now getting hungry for the first time in my immortal need for blood. It was like instinct. I felt like a wolf. Senses mastered and I had not yet begun.

Just then Santos entered and I looked at him noticing his breath was short, he smelled of sex and like after adrenaline kicks in, his neck now sported much needed Throbbing Veins.