Vampire Lust Honorary Mention
"The Ride," a back-country vampire story by Selena Kitt
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Angel Baby by Lorenzo Sperlonga
It’s not gonna stop.
She shaded her eyes, trying to see the gender of the driver, anything that might give her a clue. Hitching wasn’t what it used to be, even in small towns like these.
The huge black pick-up passed her and Annabelle glimpsed blond hair and sunglasses. She thought she was out of luck, but the truck slowed to a stop. She ran to catch up and opened the door.
“Hi!” She tossed her backpack on the floor and pulled herself in. “Thanks for stopping. I think my blood was beginning to boil in this heat!” She shut the door and turned to smile at her rescuer.
“That would be a shame.”
The blond was wearing sunglasses all right, but the length of the hair from a distance had fooled her—her ride wasn’t a woman.
Her ride looked at her, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. “I know what it’s like, being on the road.” He nodded toward the guitar tucked behind the seat as the truck began to move. “Where you headed?”
“Cloverdale. You?”
“Same general direction.” He shrugged. “I can get you there.”
“Cool.” She reached for the radio knob. “Mind if I turn this on?” The radio blared to life.
“Be my guest.” He watched her fiddling with the stations. “Care for a beer?”
Annabelle looked over at the bottle of Stroh’s as he lifted and tilted it toward her in invitation. She hadn’t noticed it sitting propped against the faded denim crotch of his blue jeans until then.
“No, thanks.” She busied herself with finding a radio station, sneaking glances at the man beside her. She worried about the beer, but he didn’t seem drunk. She wondered what her ride did for a living. There weren’t a lot of choices out here in Hicksville. Faded jeans, black t-shirt, boots and mirrored sunglasses were a little out of place in this small town. Pale blonde hair nearly brushed his shoulder blades.
Annabelle stopped on a pop station before moving on, now checking out his hands—one resting on the steering wheel, the other on the open window ledge. They were soft hands, no telltale farmer or mechanic dirt under the nails. The long hair and guitar could mean musician, of course. Couldn’t swing a dead cat around here without hitting a guy who was in some sort of band.
She settled on a classic rock station, leaning back to watch him out of the corner of her eye. He concentrated on the road, so she dared to take more than a glance. He was good-looking, for sure. He had “I wanna be a rock star” written all over him—long and lean, a good build with a little bit of muscle. Nice arms. Pale, though. Which meant he was an indoor kinda guy. No office work for this one, she guessed, with the long hair and the earring. Right ear. Does that mean anything anymore?
If nothing else, he was an interesting change from most of her rides—usually twice her age, balding, with beer bellies—guys full of rude and profane comments. Most picked her up with high hopes of a motel room stop along the way.
This one seemed quite indifferent.
“What’s your name?” She reached over to turn the radio down.
“Lee.” He turned the truck smoothly around the corner.
“Really?” She toed off her sandals, the worst shoes in the world to be walking in. “I had a brother named Lee. Must be a southern thing. My feet are killing me!”
She pulled one bare foot up to rest on her thigh and examined it. “Look at this! Another blister to add to my collection. I swear, I’m never gonna hitch again.”
Lee looked. She watched his eyes travel past the pink instep of her foot, up her long, bare, tanned thighs, her frayed cut-offs, the white shirt that read “Angel.” He met her eyes. She cocked her head to one side, curly honey-colored hair covering one shoulder, and smiled at him.
“I’ve got to get some gas.” He turned the wheel and pulled into a little gas station. He twisted the key and the engine quit. “Do you want anything?”
“Pack of gum?”
“Sure.” He got out of the truck.
She noticed the key in the ignition. Gotta be a small town boy. Who else would be so trusting? She watched him pump gas, hair blowing away from his face. He went in to pay. Leaning back in her seat, she waited, looking down the long, empty road to nowhere. She closed her eyes against the brightness and drifted, keeping an ear out for him returning.
The song on the radio changed twice before she decided to go see what was taking him. Besides, she had to pee. The gas station lot was empty except for an old flesh-colored station wagon that had seen better days. The bells on the door tinkled when she pulled it open and peeked inside. Cool in here. The air felt good against her warm flesh and she stepped fully in, glancing around. The blond musician guy was nowhere to be seen—and there was no cashier behind the counter either.
Frowning, Annabelle walked down the end aisle filled with snacks and turned right down the soda aisle. There was the bathroom, next to the fake Slurpee machine.
She pulled on the door, but it was locked. “Hello?”
“Just a minute!”
Ah. That explained her missing ride. Annabelle went to the magazine rack and glanced again toward the register. Where is everybody? She reached behind the white cardboard sign on the top magazine rack that read: “No Browsing Girlie Mags! You touch, You Buy!”
Yeah, whatever. She pulled one out, looking at the big-busted girl on the cover with her pouty red lips. I’m prettier than that. Okay, so her breasts didn’t look like gravity-defying cantaloupes, but men had to know those damned things were fake, right? She peeked over her shoulder and then leafed through, comparing herself with the girls, one after another. I’ve got better legs… ugh, what a fake smile….
When the bathroom door opened, she jumped, shoving the magazine back and looking at her new blond musician friend. He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand, his sunglasses still mirroring her image.
“Everything come out all right?”
He laughed. “It’s all yours.”
She slipped by and locked the door behind her. Doing her usual gas station squat over the toilet, she relieved herself, looking around the little bathroom. It was actually cleaner than most—someone took care of the place. So where are they?
At the sink, she glanced into the mirror and smiled at her reflection. A truly beautiful, nubile blonde looked back at her. What man wouldn’t want me? She licked her lips. Putty in my hands. Grinning, she reached down to turn on the water and frowned at something on the edge of the white porcelain sink.
Tentatively, she touched it, a single red drop of what couldn’t be anything else but blood—still wet, not tacky. Huh? Did he cut himself shaving? Annabelle quickly washed, opened the door, and saw him standing by the exit, waiting. She waved, going past the soda and up the snack aisle.
“Come on, daylight’s burning.” He winked, opening the door. The bells over their heads tinkled as he waved her through. She didn’t notice the six-pack until they climbed into the truck. When he set the beer on the floor, her eyes went from it to him. He smiled.
“More fuel.” He pulled a pack of Juicy Fruit out of his t-shirt pocket and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She started to unwrap it as he popped the top off another bottle of Stroh’s. Annabelle reached over to throw away the gum wrapper and her hand brushed his as he moved to put the cap in the ashtray.
She looked up, eyes widening. Her hand tingled where it touched his, like it had just woken from a sleep. The sensation seeped up her arm, through her body. She saw her own reflection in his sunglasses.
Then a voice, a voice inside her head. Do you….
A car horn blared behind them.
“Sorry,” Lee apologized, pulling his hand away and glancing in his rear view mirror at the Jeep just pulling in.
“That’s ok.” She sat back in her seat, ears ringing.
He was still looking in the rear view mirror as he started the truck and quickly pulled out. She had to hold onto the dashboard as he took the first corner, and she felt the truck slip sideways on gravel.
“Easy, cowboy!” She frowned. “What’s your hurry?
“Just like to keep moving.” He shrugged, glancing again in the rear view.
She sat back in her seat, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t seem to notice her at all. He didn’t even glance her way! He just kept looking up into the rearview mirror behind them.
Annabelle was determined to fill the silence. “Thanks for the gum. Juicy Fruit’s my favorite.” She blew a small beige bubble to prove it. “Where you from?”
“Not around here.” Now we’re getting somewhere. “I travel a lot. I like to keep moving.”
She pulled at her gum with her fingers, making long strands before stuffing them back into her mouth and looked out over the landscape— fields head-high with corn, farm houses, once-red barns faded gray with weather and time where cows and horses grazed nearby.
“Me, too.” She pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. “But the whole hitching thing gets old.”
Annabelle wondered why he hadn’t peppered her with the usual questions. Stuff like, “What’s a nice girl like you doing out here all alone?” Everyone did—eventually. But he didn’t seem curious about her life at all.
She reached over and grabbed a beer. He smiled over at her as she twisted off the top. She hated beer, but at least it was something to do.
“So what’s in Cloverdale?” He surprised her with the question.
“I don’t know…” She turned her head to rest her cheek against her knees. “You never know what’s in the next town. Maybe freedom?”
“You think?” His smile was cynical as he tilted his beer up, sun glinting off the glass.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “But I haven’t found it here.”
“No.” He grinned around the bottleneck. “I don’t imagine you have.”
That voice in her head again: Do you want….
“Do you want some gum?” She held the pack out. He reached out, covering her hand with his, a deliberate act, and again—that warm, tingling flood. Annabelle had never felt anything like it before. It intrigued her.
“Thanks.” His voice was soft and she pulled away, the pack of gum falling on the seat.
“So…” Her breath came quickly.
He picked the pack of gum up and slid a stick out with his teeth. She turned sideways in her seat, stretching her feet out into his lap. He didn’t even seem to notice her toes settled against his crotch. She put one knee up and to the side, resting it against the dashboard. The seam of her jean cut-offs pressed up tight between her legs.
He finally glanced over as she blew another fading beige bubble. His eyes didn’t show any real interest as they slid over her.
She sighed and sat up. “Tell me something. Are you gay?”
“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“Are you gay?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” he chuckled. “But no.”
“Then tell me this.” She leaned in and pressed herself against his side, brushing his hair back from his ear to whisper, “Do you want me?”
He flashed a brief smile and shrugged.
Perplexed, Annabelle sat back again with a sigh. They sat quietly for a moment; the only sound the tires on the road beneath them.
“I bet most men do want you…”
“Well…yeah.” She picked invisible lint of her chest.
He shrugged. “I’m not most men.”
“So that’s a no?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“I didn’t say that either.” His smile tormented her.
She blinked. “Never mind.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” He patted her thigh lightly.
“You didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Forget it.” She pushed his hand off her leg.
“You’re a beautiful woman.”
“But—?”
“But nothing.” He shrugged. “I just… I like to keep work and pleasure separate.”
“Work?” She gave him a puzzled look. “Picking up hitchhikers is work?”
“Well…”
Annabelle rolled her eyes and said under her breath, “I don’t get it.” The fields passed by quietly and quickly and she watched them, frowning. This isn’t happening. I cannot believe I’m going to ask him this. What am I doing? This isn’t the way this is supposed to work!
“Is there anything I could do to change your mind?”
He shook his head. “Doubtful.”
“Are you sure?” Determined now, she turned herself around and stretched out onto her back on the seat, her head near his leg and her feet out the open window.
“Pretty sure.” He glanced at her in this new position.
“Really?” She unsnapped the top button of her shorts, slowly unzipping them to reveal a smooth expanse of belly.
“Hey…” He frowned as she wiggled against him, putting her head in his lap. She slid her hand down the V of shorts, arching and tilting her head back, rubbing her cheek between his thighs. He glanced down at her body writhing on the seat, her head angled back over his thigh. Her hand worked between her legs.
“Listen…” He said the words, but his fingertips traced over her exposed throat.
“I think we should…” She spread her knees, pressing her hips up. “Ohhhh, I think we should pull over somewhere.”
“Maybe…” His voice was suddenly hoarse.
“Was that a maybe?” She nudged him again, feeling his excitement against her cheek.
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
“A yes?” she asked triumphantly.
”Yes.” His fingers moved over her collarbone to her shoulder.
“Then let’s go .…”
“You’re sure?” He posed the half-question.
The voice inside her head again: Do you want to….
The touch of his hand made her tingle. The feeling inside of her extended itself, flowing warm and thick like the blood through her veins.
“Yes.”
He turned the truck down a dirt road, one with no name, heading toward the lake.
* * * *
The small expanse of sand around them stretched deserted, a wooded area rising behind, not a person or house in any direction. Sailboats on the lake were just dots upon the horizon.
Secluded and quiet, the waves gently lapped the shore as they walked toward the water.
She stopped at the shoreline, watching water rush to cover her toes and then recede. She felt his presence behind her and trembled. Lee touched her hair, letting his hand rest on her shoulder before slipping it downward to touch her wrist. She turned to face him and saw her own reflection in his sunglasses—the tousled hair, the wide eyes, the parted lips. She felt weak, as if he were drawing all of her strength from her through her wrist, like a magnet.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips brushing hers as she closed her eyes. His mouth traveled her jaw line on a downward path, reaching her collarbone. Warm tingling spread through her. He made a noise deep in his throat, and she stayed that way, eyes closed, head down.
He tilted her chin up with one hand, taking his sunglasses off with the other.
“Open your eyes, Annabelle.”
Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. His hand under her chin felt like fire—hot, so hot. She felt the sun on her face and tasted the salty sheen of her own sweat as she licked her lips.
“Look at me, Annabelle.”
She opened her eyes.
He smiled that easy smile, but all of the life in him seemed to have been sucked up into his eyes—they were radiant with the light of a thousand shades of gold. Annabelle stood, transfixed.
“Do you want your freedom?”
She couldn’t stop staring into his eyes, the warm, swirling beauty of his eyes…
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His hands stroked her hair and he sucked her down into his eyes. It was impossible to look away from the warm, delicious relief there. The voice in her head was strong now.
Do you want to…?
She floated—her legs felt like water. She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t—
“What are you?” she whispered as he buried his hands in her hair, exposing her vulnerable throat, sweat trickling to disappear beneath her t-shirt.
Do you want to die?
“Your freedom.” His teeth, so white, smiled as he leaned in to her. She tingled all over wherever his hands touched her.
His mouth found hers, his teeth nibbling at the soft skin, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips. His hands roamed down her back, leaving that tingling trail of heat wherever he touched her. Annabelle craved more of it, wanted to feel his hands against her bare skin. She pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, her pink nipples stiff in the breeze. She arched, making them stand up proud.
His eyes brightened, glowing orange now. He reached out to hold the weight of her breasts in his hands and she sighed, his touch against her bare skin astonishing, in no way a disappointment. A low, buzzing bliss spread through her body and she wondered what it must be like to have him pressed full against her, inside of her.
Eager, she tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it off, tossing it aside to join hers in the sand. He was so pale, his nipples dark circles on a milky surface, and Annabelle marveled at the tingling of her fingertips as she ran her hands over him.
“What are you?” she whispered again as she hooked her leg around his, pressing her breasts into his chest. She moaned at the sensation, his hands circling her back and pulling her in tight.
“I told you.” His mouth moved over her throat and she gasped when she felt his teeth nibbling her there.
She fumbled with his belt, her body aching to have him, her hunger growing as her hand released his cock. She stroked him and he growled against her neck, his fingers digging hard into her ribs, his teeth biting into the soft flesh of her neck.
“I need you.” She unzipped her shorts and slid them, along with her panties, down over her hips, kicking them into their pile of clothes. His jeans and shoes joined them and he stopped, looking at her standing nude, her bronze body like a beacon. Annabelle reached out and he cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He carried her the few steps from the shoreline to the edge of the woods, pressing her bare back against the trunk of a wide maple tree. Annabelle gasped, the sharp bark digging to her flesh as he leaned into her, his mouth on hers, his tongue probing. He moved his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking his way toward the hollow of her throat.
His cock was trapped between them; she felt the tip of it throbbing against her belly. She had to have him. “I need you inside of me!” She reached down to guide him.
His cock was like holding tempered steel right out of the fire. Her hand burned with his heat and she opened herself up to him, pressing the tip into her aching hole—the very place where her ceaseless appetite centered. He moaned as she slid him inside of her, his mouth moving over her collarbone, urgent now, greedy, suckling up toward her ear. Annabelle gasped and writhed as he began moving in her, driving her against the tree.
“Yessssssss!” She grabbed his hair, her legs tightening, drawing him deeper in. He grunted against her throat, his mouth exploring the muscle running from her shoulder to her ear.
“Harder!” she demanded. His flesh was a white-hot poker, thrusting into her. The tingling sensation she felt when he touched her became a constant vibration between them, a rising hum. She’d never experienced anything like it, and she never wanted to let him go.
Annabelle looked down at where his flesh drove into hers, their bellies slick with sweat as their hips ground together. She kissed him, licking at his lips, his teeth. She gasped as her tongue raked over something tantalizingly sharp. She tasted her own blood. Lee pushed against her hard, his mouth moving to cover her neck. She felt a sweet sting there, a momentary burst of…something. She moaned, squeezing herself around his cock as she saw a trickle of blood running down her breast.
“Look at me, Lee.” Annabelle moved her hips in a slow dance, grinding the heat of him between her legs. It was exquisite torture. She wanted to see his eyes, those strange, mesmerizing eyes.
She heard him swallowing, swallowing her. She wanted to swallow him, too.
He looked at her, his fangs showing now. His mouth shone wet with her blood, his eyes the deep, dark orange of a sunset as he shook his head, as if to clear it. She pressed her hand to her neck, to the place where he had bitten her, smiling, her eyes locked with his.
“More.” She dug her heels into his back and pushed him deeper. She clamped her muscles tight around the wet fire between her legs and he moaned, his eyes widening.
“What are you?” he whispered as she worked herself on his cock, faster, harder, greedy for him.
“Your freedom.” She arched her back, taking him all the way to the hilt, the sensation between her thighs moving to an impossible, dizzying zenith as she crushed him against her, her muscles locking down on him like a vice.
He screamed as the teeth buried deep inside of her pussy released and sank into his flesh with her shuddering orgasm, row after row of teeth buried into his cock. He sank to his knees and she sank with him, pressing him back into the sand as she rode him still, the juices of her orgasm mixing with his blood between their legs.
The light in his eyes faded as she watched, her smile dreamy as she stroked his pale flesh with her fingertips.
“Vampire?” She rubbed her neck where he’d bitten her.
He nodded, face frozen in a twisted look of shock.
“I thought they couldn’t come out during the day?” She looked up at the sun, moving directly overhead now.
“It’s a myth.” His voice, fading. “Succubus?”
“Yes.” She smiled. The waves of her pleasure were subsiding, the teeth tucked away deep within her slowly receding, releasing him.
“I thought…succubus…only come in dreams?” he murmured, eyes closing.
“That’s a myth.” She leaned over and kissed his lips. He opened his eyes to look at her; the beautiful light there growing dim.
“Can vampires bleed to death?” she wondered aloud.
“Guess so.” It was the last thing he said.
“So, I’m guessing the stake in the heart thing is a myth, too?” She stood, his blood running down her legs as she watched the light in his eyes go dark.
* * * *
The black pick-up stopped and the passenger door opened.
“Do you need a ride?”
“Thanks!” Tyler Lewis climbed into the truck. “You’re a life saver!” He smiled at the woman next to him, seeing his own reflection in her mirrored sunglasses, noting how attractive she was.
The woman smiled at him as he shut the door.
“I know what it’s like, being out there,” she told him as she put the truck into drive and accelerated, leaving only one of an infinite number of small towns behind them.
Originally published October 2009