Book Lover

I never thought that an antique book store would be a good place to meet women, but I took the job anyway. I would have preferred to be tutoring poor helpless freshman girls. However, beggars can't be choosers and my tuition bills have been catching up with my unemployed self. The best part about this job is that I don't need to know anything about the material. Half the books are not even written in English. So, I basically just need to know where the titles go. Besides, I work the night shift, and not many customers show up anyway. Mostly, I just sit on my chair behind the register, which are both older then some of the books, and take the shoppers' money if anyone actually shows up to buy a book. This all changed the second Rose walked into the store.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. As she glances around the shop, I can see that her face is the picture of perfection. She is a little pale, but her striking features make me forget all about her complexion. Her shoulder length hair seems to change color with every step she takes. The farther away she is, the more her hair appears a deep blood-red, but as she approaches, a gorgeous golden blonde waterfall materializes where the red hair was. Her eyes, as she glides towards me, look as if they are dilated. The pupils encompass much of her eyeballs, while thin circles of gold-colored iris surround them.

As she approaches, she asks, "Where are the books that date back to seventeenth century Europe?" She has a soft, lilting voice, but I can barely hear her over the pounding of my heart in my chest. I can hardly manage to lift my arm to point to the back corner and respond, "They're over there."

She laughs and gives her thanks, and for some reason I feel warm and strong at the mere sound of her laugh. She moves over to where I directed her, and begins to look over the books. After looking over the entire section, she leaves without a word.

The next night, she returns. I am lightly dozing in my chair when I am suddenly very awake; as if someone has dumped cold water over my face. However, I feel very warm; and as I turn towards the door, I see her again. This time she moves straight to the back corner and again looks over the whole selection. However, this night, she picks out a book and comes up to my counter. I nearly have a heart attack just watching her advance; every move she makes seems to flow together seamlessly. By the time she makes her way to my register I can hear my heart pounding in my ears again, and she smiles as if she can hear it too.

I take her book and examine the title: DE PESTE VENETA ANNO M DC XXX, by Michael Angelus Rota. "What is this, French?" I ask.

"Close, Italian. This book is an account on the Venetian Plague of 1630. Can't you read your own books?"

"They aren't my books, I just work here."

"Maybe you should try to read them sometime, they can be quite interesting."

"So you are interested in plagues, I thought that the book might be for someone else."

With a smile that nearly breaks my heart, she utters, "That's sweet. No, I'm not seeing anyone, the book is for me."

"That's not what I meant," I stammer. "I just thought that most young women did not read European history unless they were forced."

"I spent some time in Venice, and I was interested in reading some of the more interesting aspects of their history."

"You certainly are well traveled for such a young woman."

"Young?"

"Yes, young. You look like you can't be more than, what, twenty, twenty-one years old"

"Looks can be deceiving." As she takes her purchase, she remarks, "Thank you, for your help and scintillating conversation."

She pays in cash, which is unusual enough considering the book costs five hundred dollars, but it also means that I do not have a chance to look at a credit card for a name. So, as she walks out the door, I finally find the nerve to inquire to what I had wanted to since the first time I saw her. "Do you mind if I ask you your name?"

"Why?" she queries.

"I was wondering what name could possibly do your beauty justice."

"How charming," she answers with a smile. "It's Rose," and she walks out of the door.

The next couple of nights pass without the return of the vision of beauty. Several times during the night I can feel someone watching me, but when I turn to look out the front pane of the shop, the street is deserted. On Friday night, as I lock up, I suddenly feel very alert; like the last time Rose came to the shop. I turn to see nothing but her enchanting eyes. Her nose almost touching mine, I can't take my eyes from hers.

"Did you come for a book? I'm just closing up."

"I know Sani. I thought that you might like to take a walk with me through the park."

The rest of the world seems to slip away as my insides explode with joy. However, I manage to restrain myself to merely reply, "Sounds great." I take her arm and as we walk toward the park I think of something. "Are you psychic or do I just look like a Sani"

"No one looks like a Sani. You still have your name tag on. Where did you get that name anyway?"

"My grandfather named me. It is a Native American name meaning Old One."

"That's nice. I don't remember my grandfather very much."

"Did he die when you were young?"

"Something like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"That's okay, as I said; I don't remember him much anyway." After a short pause, she spoke again. "So, are you happy at school?"

"I guess."

"I believe that that was a yes or no question."

"I don't know. I like learning about my major, but I feel like a lot of the requirements are a waste of time. I don't think a doctor needs to know how to give speeches. If I'm good, the patient should be happy enough just to hear me."

"Good point, but don't you feel squeamish about dealing with so much blood?"

"Nah, I never had much of a problem with blood. It's just another fluid, necessary for life, so why obsess over it."

"That's a good way of thinking about it. Would you rather learn your calling hands on with a great teacher?"

"Sure, who wouldn't? But great doctors who have enough free time to train a newbie don't just grow on trees."

"Who said being a doctor was your calling? Besides, I don't like to brag, but you have possibly the best teacher standing in front of you."

"Oh really, and what will you teach me?"

"In time dear boy, but first you have to close your eyes. I have a present for you."

"Okay, as long as you aren't planning on killing me," I joke.

"Not quite."

I can feel a hiss of breath as she leans towards me. The odd thing is that Rose's breath is not hot; it actually feels quite cool and smells slightly metallic. This is the last thought running through my head before a sudden darkness overwhelms my mind. As I slip into unconsciousness, I feel Rose picking me up like I am a rag doll and carrying me off into the night.

I wake up with a gasp. That had to be a dream I tell myself. I have been watching too many old Bela Lugosi films on late night TV. As I take a look around; however, I notice that I have never seen this apartment before. I am on a huge bed with silk sheets in what appears to be a basement room with no windows. I try to shake my head to clear this obvious hallucination, when I discover one hell of a headache. Fluttering memories of being carried through the park dance behind my eyes. I open them again to see Rose gliding through the bedroom door. I guess I wasn't dreaming.

She runs to my side and gently pushes me back to a lying position. She curls up next to me in bed. "You poor thing," she purrs. "You fainted in the park. I brought you back to my place. It is near the park."

"This place looks more like a tomb then a bedroom," I comment.

"Well, I like my privacy," she remarks with a smile. "Besides, direct sunlight can be bad for your skin." She nuzzles my neck with her nose as her body seems to melt into mine. My headache dissolves with the scent of the gorgeous woman snuggling up with me.

"Oh my," she suddenly exclaims. "I didn't even think to see if you were hurt from your fall."

"I don't seem to remember hitting the ground."

"That's even worse my poor boy. You may have hit your head. Maybe I should make sure nothing else was injured."

She lifts off from the bed. I lament the loss of her closeness. Before I can respond though, Rose she lifts my shirt up and over my head. Her speed and agility amaze me so much I simply stare into her face. Rose, on the other hand, loses no time in checking my torso for any slight mark or abrasion. Her cool fingers send arcs of pleasure racing through my body. I succumb to the feelings as I fall back into the many pillows behind my head.

I fail to watch as Rose slides her hand into my pants and grips my penis. My head snaps back to attention when her cool hand encircles my rod. I look down to see my jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped without me feeling it. After holding it for a few seconds, Rose returns to my side.

"I can't find anything wrong with you."

"And you needed to unzip my pants for that?"

"Well it seemed only fair."

Now I notice what I must have missed in my shock at being handled. At some point in her examination Rose had removed her clothing and is now pressing her breasts against my side. Before I can even take in the sight of her perfect form; Rose pushes herself up to meet my lips. My eyes close to the passion of our kiss. I rejoice in the duality of hot and chilled lips pressing against mine. I feel fabric sliding along my ass to be replaced by the smooth feel of the bed sheets. I realize my pants have been removed and don't care in the least. Rose slips on top of me never breaking our contact for a second.

My mind barely notices the movement around me as I lose myself in the lips of my newfound beloved. The kiss speaks volumes of future passion we will share and our future together. I have no idea where these thoughts come from or if they are even mine. I only know they are true.

Rose sucks my tongue into her mouth. She caresses mine with hers as I explore her mouth. As I run my tongue along her teeth a sharp pain brings it back to my own mouth. Our kiss breaks as I taste blood.

"What's wrong?" Rose asks.

"It's nothing. I must have cut myself on one of your teeth."

"Awww. You want me to kiss it all better?"

"Sure," I respond sticking out my afflicted muscle. She licks it gently before sucking it completely into her mouth again.

"How's that?"

"Much better thank you."

Pushing me back into the pillows, Rose sits up so I can take in her entire body. Perfection doesn't even begin to describe the vision straddling me. Startling me again with her speed, she moves up my body until I can see nothing but her vagina. My mouth inches from her honey pot; I look up along her body.

"Well now, I think it is time to return the favor," she purrs. "I think my pussy is a little sore and needs to be kissed better."

Without even responding I dive in with fervor. I grasp her back with my free hands to push her harder into me. Rose bucks at the sudden pressure but regains her balance quickly. I lap up the vaginal fluid that begins to flow down my face. I push into her tight hole with my tongue caressing whatever I reach. Rose's moans cascade down from above me as I taste every inch of her. My tongue, already healed, explores Rose's loving crevice slowly and gently. Her moans increase as I shift my focus to her clitoris. Encircling her love bud with my mouth I flick my muscle over it. She starts to hump my face in her eagerness. She reaches down and pulls my face into her nether lips.

I breathe in deeply of her scent with every intake of air. I can't believe the joy of tasting this delectable creature pushing harder and harder into my mouth. She releases my head as the speed of her bucking increases. No longer under her control she rocks over my face as her orgasm surges through her body. The downpour of fluids over my face is almost more then I can take. I take deep breathes through my nose to keep this wild woman from accidentally suffocating me. As her quaking body stops shaking, her control returns and she slides back towards my lap.

She looks like a vision of a Goddess as she rests against my raised knees. With a glint in her eye she begins to move slowly and seductively back and forth against my stomach. I smile up at her as she slowly lifts herself on her knees. I wonder for a second what she might be up to now. My curiosity vanishes as soon as her hand slides underneath her precious gateway and grabs the hilt of my sword. I expect her to drive it deep into her crevice, but not for the first time that night I am surprised. She lays my wand along my stomach and settles herself along it lengthwise.

The sensation is like nothing I have felt before. Even without full penetration, I can feel her honey pot caressing me. I can feel her sweet nectar dripping along my shaft as she stares into my eyes. I reach up to explore her body only to find my wrists pressed into the pillows beside my head. Clutching my wrists in her hands, Rose leans over to plant a deep kiss as she restrains me. The movement of her body forces her flower to slide to the base of my penis. The dual sensation of an exploring tongue in my mouth and a tight wet cave send waves of pleasure throughout my body.

She leans back into her upright position. This time I take the hint and let her do whatever she wants without interference. She starts moving towards and away from me covering my entire length and much of my torso with her gushing liquid. I feel my orgasm building quickly. Despite the sensations building in my groin I am able to somehow hold enough control to allow Rose to continue and not leave a mess on myself. Her moans begin to increase as mine do making me believe she is enjoying her movement as much as I am. My thoughts fade as I simply bask in her beauty as she slides up and down along my instrument.

She focuses her movements into small circles on my head. She uses it as her own personal masturbatory pole as she glides her clitoris over it repeatedly. She begins to play with her own breasts as she rocks back and forth. Just as she sends herself over the edge of her own orgasm, she leans forward finally permitting my scepter to delve deep into her box. As her gratification takes her body she grips my shoulders. I feel as if her vagina is trying to milk me dry. I can feel the contractions of her muscles as the moment of pure bliss cascades through her flesh.

"I can't believe you are still hard as a rock," she whispers in my ear.

"Neither can I."

I still sense millions of tiny stroking fingers running along my member trapped within Rose. Once her body is again under her control, she starts her rocking. This time with me inside her the delight is magnified tenfold. I watch as she bounces up and down on my rod. I close my eyes in pure joy. I perceive the approach of Rose as she leans towards me. Without losing her pace for a moment she whispers into my ear in an almost guttural tone, "Bite me baby. Bite me hard."

Without even thinking, I respond. Simultaneously, cascading feelings crash over me and my seed spurts into her waiting carafe while I bite into her shoulder. I hear her gasp and a sharp hiss escape her lips. As the first drops of blood pass my lips and trickle down my throat, I feel a sharp pain in my neck. The pain is almost instantly replaced with fulfillment beyond any orgasm I have ever felt. The blood begins to flow stronger down my tongue. I can feel a similar amount leave my neck into Rose. Almost in the back of my mind I can feel the last drops of my semen pulled into Rose's suckling pussy.

After what seems like an eternity of drinking from each other I pass out.

I awake to find I can barely breathe. I feel like I'm trying to take a breath into a bowl of thick soup. I turn to see Rose still naked lying beside me; gently stroking my hair.

"What happened?" I gasp.

"I set you free."

"What? Why can't I breathe?"

"Because you don't have to my dear. Try to hold your breath; your mind will soon adjust."

I do as she suggests and find that she is right. I no longer need to take in breath. "What are you? What am I?"

"Exactly what we should be, don't tell me you don't know."

"Vampire," I whisper.

"Yes, vampire."

"What do you mean, 'What we should be'?"

"You mean you couldn't feel it the moment I walked into that store? We are meant for each other. I could feel you from the other side of the city. When I bought that book and heard your heart, I knew that you were the one. Even your name means what you should be; an Old One. I have lived for centuries and never found someone so right to be my lover."

"So, when you said that you've been to Venice?"

"I was there in 1632. The plague was fun, and that book helps me remember some of the good times. I even found a small mention of me, but nothing to write home to mom about."

"So, what now?"

"Well, first I find you something, or rather someone, to eat. Then I do what I told you I would, teach you your calling."

She was true to her word. Once I had regained my strength, we painted the town red. She taught me all about my new found skills and the only way to live, by the blood of those beneath us. We stayed together for the next seven centuries as we watched the world grow around us; the unchanging immortal undead. And to think, some people believe long term relationships never last.