A Present from Vivienne

Dear reader, I felt I was missing out on the Halloween experience. So even though I missed the entry date I thought I would get in on the act. Almost a traditional vampire story but nothing too dark.

I am happy to receive comments and PM's.

As always, I welcome your thoughts and constructive criticism.

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I haven't lived this long by being reckless. Other vampires wish for the old days, but I am glad they are gone. Too many diseases and not enough population to hide a blood drained sickly body. In the old days, it was easily noticed and all too easy to raise a pitchfork carrying bloodthirsty mob. Now it is easier, although a blood drained body brings a lot more attention and is more likely to be found. So it is far wiser to build up a voluntary blood bank.

So here on Halloween, I am cruising parties looking for fresh accounts to add to my blood bank. Why drain a body today, when it can feed you for years to come. Just a pint here and there and let the account holders enjoy their interest payments in return.

It is easy to repay the accounts with their dreams and desires, with the odd orgasm on account. The euphoria that I create to accompany a mild blood drain is beyond most people's erotic desires. Especially when nudged along by a little erotic dream bonus. I am an expert at mind nudges, just brief hints or teases. You need not control a mind, why would you want a mindless zombie? Just a little nudge is required. How often have you done something slightly out of character? How often have friends asked you "where did that come from?" or "I never knew you were like that?" Was that free will? Or did you hear me laughing in the background?

Mind control takes energy, and it creates noise. I could be on a bus crowded with vampires, but they won't hear me nudge the driver to turn left instead of right. But I can read their minds and hear their controlling thoughts. Humans can't hear it, to them it is a little like a dog whistle. I also create a hormonal endorphin response as a very effective reward for a positive reaction to a nudge. It's very low level and silent. How often has smiling to a stranger made you feel good inside?

The first party of my evening was a bust. My old Venetian vampire friend Phillip was already there harvesting a mark. We have had an unwritten agreement for millennia. No marked territories, we just don't step on each other's toes. There are large covens but I avoid them. Oh yes, they know of me, but they also know my wrath, so again, we steer clear of each other. My age and knowledge is a great help here. Knowing the secrets of Egypt's and other long-dead dynasties gives me an edge they lack. That and the fact that I am also a day walker, I only know of a few and we stay clear of each other. I think it is age-related; I don't know, and I am not giving myself up to science to find out.

At night, especially on Halloween, you just can't wander in somewhere new without a reconnoitre. So I saunter around outside the College Party scanning minds. I pick out a few useless minds, a few drugged ones and a few minds I recognized, some friendly, some not. I pick up Abbey, one of my top account holders, but I drank from her last week, so she needs a rest. But I am here looking for new account holders not to harvest existing accounts. My bank is just south of a thousand accounts at the moment. It never hurts to have a few more. Several I just keep ticking over, happily married homemakers that enjoy an annual visit. Some account holders are too old, and I leave them to their memories and their twilight years.

Yes, I prefer female account holders, being one and loving the female form and all its benefits. Yes, I can change form and gender; it takes some effort and creates a lot of noise to other vampires. Normally it just takes some little tweaks to the target's perception. It's easy enough to suggest they prefer brunettes to blondes or small to tall. I have a few trans, gays, Bi men, and men on account who are of benefit and they enjoy the interest bonus too. It pays not to keep to too much of a modus operandi, as it is harder for potential enemies to set honey traps. Plus, you may need a quick withdrawal, especially if a coven gets territorial.

The mind sweep is coming up clean, ignoring all the guttural thoughts bouncing around inside some male and female heads. I am happy I am not exposed to any potential threats.

I am tonight, neutrally dressed in an average supermarket brought cheerleader costume, so I can slip in or out without too much interest. Being of average build, I quietly blend into the background. Who needs camouflage when you can blandly blend in? I saunter through the side entrance into the party. Whilst continually multi-task, scanning the house and smiling at people, I get a beer and mind nudge advances away.

A fresh mind grabs my attention, a dreamer. She came with her brother but she is waiting for her boyfriend; he is late and she isn't enjoying being here with all these college types. She is a fit swimmer and runner, clean from drugs, and has a receptive mind. She is two rooms away, but her mind is crystal clear to me. She is Taylor Dean who left high school to work in an office in the city; she likes her job but not her boss. She is an excellent target, so I continue to search but keep a watchful mind on her.

Her brother has gone, I find him with his friend's in the garden near the pool. They are watching a friend put moves on a girl, but his girlfriend is elsewhere. I find her and nudge her outside. It just takes a simple suggestion to her and her friend, "The music is loud in here." To find her errant boyfriend and a commotion ensues.

Simple little pleasure help entertain me. The DJ changes the genre of the music and the party livens up. It is more 80's and despite the younger ages it raises their games and more start dancing and partying. I am coming up with a bust, there are a few reluctant Bi-men that I note. One masked bat-woman that is a trans-curious male who could be useful in the future. But it all comes back to little lonely Taylor, who is now meandering towards the front door.

I nudge, "Stay, the music has improved, and the party is just starting, Steve will turn up any minute, you're thirsty."

She moves back towards the kitchen through the thronging jocks. "Tainted Love" by soft cell now plays, and Taylor's mind goes to the Marilyn Manson video. Oooo how apt, she is playing it through her mind as she moves to the music.

I nudge a positive endorphin reward, "See this is ok, I like this."

Her mind continues to play the video through her mind. But rather than Marilyn sauntering through the party, she is replaying the geek turning goth and being in the hot tub with Marylin. Aha, I have my bait and I reinforce her image.

Abbey is a tall alpha female goth and is in the garden with her groupies. She hunted me out at a club many years ago. A few goths do that, and many fall foul of the wrong vampires. She would gladly let me suck her dry. I have explained the pitfalls of being a night walker. Explaining the many hierarchal levels that she would be at the bottom of, and she is better staying off covens' radar. She is under my protection and is now one of my top bank accounts. She is one of the few I have a genuine relationship with. Every few weeks, we get together and I make a withdrawal and she gets me and a few bonuses. Taylor would make a delightful bonus for her.

"You're thirsty" I nudge Abbey.

"Hey guys, I need a top-up, anyone wants another brew?" Abbey asks her entourage.

"No, that's ok Abs, I can get them, it's cramped in there," A male admirer offered. So I nudge his bladder.

"Ah, I need to siphon the old python first."

"Yuk, I'll be ok," Abbey responded and made her way indoors.

Taylor's route to the beer is being barred by some jock.

"Hey gorgeous, I've not seen you around here before, want to party upstairs?" So I nudge his bladder. No luck cocaine is blocking his receptors.

So I nudge her brother, who uncharacteristically turns to check on his sister. Shouting over," Hey dude, that's my sis, she's out of bounds for the likes of you."

It surprises his friends; he's never bothered about her before, as they have all hit on her at one time or other. The Jock defers to the larger and older brother, mumbles an apology and moves to find the bathroom. Taylor continues her way to the kitchen.

"Hey!" I nudge Taylor as she enters the kitchen to see Abbey pouring beer.

"Hey yourself geek" Abbey responds.

I nudge Abbey with a vision of Taylor the geek in the hot tub in her wet look bikini, Marilyn Manson and her.

"Do you want a beer? I'm Abbey, but everyone calls me Abs." Abbey said with a sudden change of heart. I nudge her further with some pleasing endorphin hormonal reward.

"Er, I'm Taylor, yes, please." I nudge Taylor with a vision of her changing from nerd to vamp. Followed by an image of Abbey being one of the lingerie-clad rabbits on the bed at the end of the video. Whilst also nudging a little feel-good endorphin reward. Taylor blushes slightly.

"Jeez, not as in Swift?"

"Nooo, why do people say that?" I nudge them both into a giggle. They both smile.

"So why are you on your lonesome Ms Swift?"

"Please don't call me that, waiting for my boyfriend, but he is late, so I think he is a bust"

"So lonely Ms Swifty, come and join us outside. Grab some of these beers." Well done Abbey, I didn't even need to nudge.

Whilst they make their way out, I find Taylors brother. Reward him by nudging a cheerleader he fancies into ignoring her friends and talking to him. Why do some girls do that? He was on her mind; she was playing hard to get, but he was about to walk away. Hey ho, another result for my feel-good factor chart.

I keep probing whilst monitoring the prize. Taylor's boyfriend has arrived and his mind is a slightly drugged open sewer. He was waylaid at some petrol station chatting to some girls in a car. I catch a fleeting glimpse in his mind of him dogging his male roommate earlier. So I nudge him into tripping into some badass bikers near the door. Spilling their beers and falling onto their girlfriends. Whilst he is being roughed up, I nudge him to get the hell out of dodge. He leaves without a second glance back, his mind on catching up with his roommate, so Taylor is better off after all.

I found Taylor's brother and uses his eyes to watch the goths in the garden. It's one thing to see through a targets' eyes, but it helps to get an overview of dynamics from a third party.

Abbey as always is dressed in black, long black hair with red streaks, a red on black basque, black skirt with stockings, and platform boots. I know her underwear; I've seen it enough times, she'll be in black silk panties.

Taylor is different, standing out in that crowd with her red skater dress and pumps. She is Blond, very geeky, with black-rimmed glasses. Despite looking as if she doesn't fit in, Abbey is keeping her in the conversation. But I pick up Taylor's new moniker of Swifty, is wearing thin with her.

So I give Abbey a clearer vision of Taylor's facial changes at the next "Swifty" comment through her beer haze and a nudge to cut it.

"Hey, Taylor, can we call you something else other than Swifty?"

"Yes, Taylor is fine."

The group laughs and I give them all a slight reward to reinforce the positive change.

Good girl Abbey. However, one of her groupies keeps muscling in on Taylor, despite her keeping in close to Abbey. His mind is also a sewer and he will spoil my plans, so I nudge his bladder, no use. So I pick on one of the group who he last slept with and nudge her into jealousy. Soon he is in a heated discussion about why he never picked her up earlier in the week. After a few simple nudges, they leave together.

"Hey, Jimmy, why do you keep looking at the girl and Goths over there?"

It's Taylor's brother Jimmy's cheerleader friend now feeling jealous. So I nudge her, making Taylor look a little younger and vulnerable in her eyes, then nudge Jimmy.

"It's my sister, and she's with some goths I've never seen before, so I'm keeping an eye out for her."

"Awe, you are all heart." I nudge her to hug Jimmy, give her an endorphin reward and he puts his arm around her, so he gets one too. I catch an image in her mind of her practising some gymnastics with jimmy and other jocks watching. So I pass that image over.

"I saw you girls practising in the week, that backflip looked cool."

"Wow, we didn't think you jocks took any notice, but yeah, that has taken a while to get right, thanks."

Nope, Jimmy didn't notice, but next week he will... Tee he.

Abbey's group that is standing in the garden are restless, and a few are pondering on leaving to go to a bar. I scan a few minds and another group sitting poolside under a gazebo are settled in for the night. So a few suggestive nudges in the right heads and the gazebo group move into the house. "As it is getting colder, and the party is inside."

I nudge the goths into sitting in the more comfortable pool side furniture. Ensuring Taylor sits in a lounger next to Abbey. One of her minions gets a nudge and offers to get more beers, whilst in the kitchen I guide him to some red wine and chips.

I've been quietly harvesting thoughts throughout the house. I now have 5 possibilities and I now know where they live. One has to leave as she has to be up early to open the house for the pool man. I make a note to call in to see her tomorrow.

All these new accounts will all have to wait. I want Abbey to have her little bonus. Although they seem to be making their own magic, Abbey has now sitting close to Taylor on the same lounger, sharing the red wine.

I continue multi-tasking but keeping a close eye on my prizes for the night. I throw in a few images of each other, in various themes to the other, based on each of their own earlier thoughts.

I sense that Jimmy and his cheerleader want to leave. He feels he should offer Taylor a lift home, before going on to a more select jocks only party. I nudge him with visions of Taylor being safe and looking more adult and send trusting nudges to Taylor. Although she has now been accepted into the goth group, especially with Abbey now making it clear that Taylor is with her.

"Hey, sis, I'm off to a gig do you want a ride home?" I nudged him to be sure there wasn't an invitation to the jock's party in there. So the option of returning home is disadvantageous to Taylor.

"You're ok with us Taylor I'll see you are safe." I nudged Abbey to re-assure Taylor, with her hand on her knee, and sent an image of a motherly Abbey to Taylor.

"No, that's ok Bro'." I re-assure Taylor with a warm glow of trusting endorphins, helping her feel she has made the right decision.

Taylor's mind is nervous as she is receiving another woman's affections. Abbey's hand drifts between her knee and holding her hand. Abbey unknowingly, isn't helping with arm hugs when laughing at various observations. All normal flirtatious behaviour, but unsettling for a straight woman that is now realising she is attracted to another woman. I support Taylor with comforting nudges.

Taylor is almost there, her eyes admiring Abbey's features and even lingering on her breasts more than once. She likes Abbey's make-up, dark enough to be erotic but not scary. Now and then she is creating her own images of her wearing Abbeys dress and basque and in various states of undress.

Abbey doesn't need any nudging, she is on a roll. She definitely wants to see Taylor in her underwear. It seems I chose well knowing her likes and knowing her preference for the female form. Conversationally they match, even musically Abbey is quite eclectic in her likes, ignoring some of her heavier goth bands.

It is now the witching hour, and Taylor is feeling the chill. A few of the group were once again contemplating moving to a club. Nope, that will not work for my end game. So I nudge Abbey into going against her usual party instinct. Giving her a warm comforting image of her and Taylor at her apartment, in bed together.

"Hey Taylor, you won't like the club and I'm weary now, my place is close, do you fancy a nightcap?"

I give Taylor a repeat nudge image of her the geek, transforming to a Marilyn Manson goth chick.

"Er ok, yeah, why not?" I catch Taylor reinforcing her image of her in Abbey's clothes. Bingo!

I follow the Uber cab to Abbeys apartment. No, not by turning into a bat and flying, I just called another cab, I know where she lives. I arrive just after them and check around the neighbouring streets, just to be 100% sure that there are no threats.

I watch from a dark corner across the street. I made sure Abbey left the door unlocked, it's a simple nudge. How many times have you found your front door unlocked in the morning? And yet you would swear you locked it.

Abbey guides Taylor through to the kitchen to mix some shots and drinks. Taylor's mind is full of doubts and nerves. Here she is in a strange woman's apartment who is obviously expecting sex. But she has never been with another woman. But she feels erotically attracted, and captivated by her.

Abbey's mind is the opposite: she was thinking of whips and chains, tying Taylor down and hearing her scream. A quick nudge to Abbey showing an image of Taylor running terrified out into the street, never to return. Then a calmer image of Abbey as she is dressed tonight, to an appreciative Taylor, winning her the day.

Soon the two were drinks in hand, in Abbey's bedroom, discussing her wardrobe. In the dark, soft-lit bedroom Taylor is watching Abbey closely, appreciating her stunning outfit. Taylor has never salivated over another woman before but she is now. Her pussy feels it and I can feel it too. It's good to see her eyes still regularly drift to appreciate Abbey's ample cleavage and her rear.

Abbey pulls out a matching black silk 1950s style bra and panty girdle set with suspenders for Taylor to try on. Also, some choices of similar basques. They decide that with Abbey being taller than Taylor and a C cup to her B, the basques won't fit. But she also has some training waist clincher corsets that will.

Abbey also offers a black latex option of the same 1950s style bra & panty set, which makes me nervous. But it seems not Taylor, as she shyly picks the latex option. She turns her back to Abbey and lifts the skater dress off over her head, to reveal an average supermarket mixed bra and panty set. It seemed her boyfriend wasn't going to get anything tonight from her, anyway.

Abbey is almost drooling as Taylor removes her bra, exposing her back and shoulders. Taylor wasn't ready to reveal herself to Abbey yet. Abbey helps her on with the latex bra. She cheekily comes from behind to stretch the latex over her breasts as she pulls it down. Feeling Taylor's soft dry skin and button hard nipples, making Taylor shiver. I feel Taylor's endorphin rush. A few fumbled snaps and twists has the adjustments right. Abbey is now up close and at fever pitch, the room is now electric with sexual tension.

Taylor drops to remove her pumps and panties; Abbey just stands back, leaving Taylor standing bottomless whilst Abbey just soaks in the peachy view of her bare buttocks.

"Abs, the knickers please?" Taylor giggled, looking over her shoulders. Knowing full well what is happening, producing her own endorphins surging through her.

Abbey picks up the black latex panties and places them under her feet. Her face just inches from her buttocks. As Taylor steps into the leg holes, Abbey can't resist and plants kisses on each cheek. Sending ripples of excitement through them both.

Abbey again takes control of dressing Taylor, who is unaware that these have under crotch zips for Abbey's easy access later.

Abbey wraps the chosen black clincher corset around Taylor from behind. Stretching it back tightly to snap the clips together, running up Taylor's spine.