Date With A Vamp(ire)

Date With A Vamp(ire)

(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. My most sincere thanks to KaijuAlpha, a member of a fan-based website of which I am also a member and the one who conceived the idea for this story. He was also generous enough to give me permission to use his idea as the concept for this story, and for that I am forever grateful. The female lead in this story is based on porn star Xev Bellringer, the woman of both our affections and admiration.)

Jake was in love with his next-door neighbor. Completely, absolutely, hopelessly in love. And the strange thing was, he'd never even spoken to her but had only seen her in passing as she went in and out of her house. But he was in love with her nonetheless, that love being matched only by his physical desire for her.

Jake had developed a "thing" for his new neighbor the very first time he saw her on the day she moved in. He watched through his front window (from behind the blinds, of course) as the movers unloaded her belongings, and it quickly became apparent that she was living alone. It also became apparent that he wasn't the only one who had a "thing" for her either, as the movers were struggling to keep their attention focused on their jobs and not on her.

And who could blame them? His new neighbor was a delight to see, and the most stunningly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was about 5'5" tall with chestnut brown hair that came down to just past her shoulders, a trim figure with a slightly larger than average bustline, and long, shapely legs that were topped with a firm and rounded derriere that could make a grown man cry. She also wore clothing that was very snug and fit her body perfectly, showing it off in the best possible ways.

But the thing that captured his attention the most was her face. Her face was simply beautiful, her smile was bright and captivating with just the slightest trace of dimples, and her perfectly shaped lips were just full enough to be exciting. He would later discover that she had the bluest, most entrancing eyes he'd ever seen, and that her voice was like the song of the angels, light with a lilt to it that touched him down to his very soul. He would also discover that her laugh was like the tinkling of wind chimes in a light breeze. Jake guessed she was about his age which would put her in her late 20's as he was 28.

Jake was both deeply in love and in lust with his new neighbor before he'd even met her.

That was more than a month ago, and since then it had been torture for Jake to see her almost every day as they both went about their daily routines. He was an independent architect and worked from home, which gave him ample time to worship and admire her from afar. He had no idea what she did for a living but whatever it was she did it from home as she was there every day, never leaving the house for more than a few hours at a time during the day.

She also appeared to have a fairly active social life as Jake had seen her leave her house in the early evening at least twice a week, always dressed in outfits that fit her perfectly and showed off her stunning good looks in a sexy and enticing way. Judging from the revealing outfits she always wore she was something of a vamp -- not a slut, mind you, but a vamp. She showed off her generous figure in a way that was erotic and exciting without being sluttish, something that was difficult for most women to pull off. She did it with apparent ease, and it only made Jake's desire for her grow exponentially.

Out of all the outfits he had seen her wearing, Jake's favorite consisted of a black long sleeved jacket that stopped right under her arms and fit like a second skin; it was really more of a shirt without a front than it was a jacket. This was worn over a skin-tight red top with spaghetti straps and a very low neckline, the bottom of the shirt stopping about an inch above her navel. The shoulder straps and tops of the cups of a black bra with gold trim embroidery showed at the neckline of the shirt, a generous amount of cleavage being put on display. Sitting low on her hips was a red skirt with four big ruffles that made it look like four skirts worn on top of each other, the skirt stopping at mid-thigh. The skirt sat low enough on her hips that the top of the front and the side straps of the panties that matched the bra were visible. Jake was intrigued and aroused when he noticed that there were at least two side straps to the panties instead of the regular style, a type of design that he had never seen before. He couldn't help but wonder if the panties were a thong, and he had a feeling that they were. Black nylon stockings and a pair of black spike heeled shoes that were at least 4 inches high completed the outfit.

Jake thought this was the hottest, most stunningly sexy outfit he'd ever seen on the hottest, most stunningly sexy woman he'd ever seen. It was also the closest thing to a "slutty" outfit he'd ever seen her wear, and so far he'd only seen her in it once. All of the other outfits she had worn had been sexy and tantalizing, but nowhere near as revealing or "slutty" as this one was. Whoever she had a date with that night was a lucky man indeed, and Jake wished with all his heart that it was him.

She always stayed out late, very late in fact, with Jake never having been able to stay awake long enough to see her when she came home. But the next morning when he looked out of his window at the front of her house there was never a strange car sitting in the driveway, only the red 1950 Porsche Boxster convertible that usually sat there, so apparently she always came home alone. This surprised (and secretly pleased) Jake.

Jake had never been much of a ladies man and had always considered himself to be somewhat socially awkward, but with each passing day of living next door to this incredibly beautiful and strangely alluring woman the urge -- no, the need - to meet her and make her a part of his life grew stronger and stronger.

One day he finally mustered up the courage to go over to her house and introduce himself, something he knew he should have done long ago but was glad he was finally doing it. His heart was pounding in his chest as he got to her door, and he could hear the blood rushing through his ears as he rang the doorbell. He could hear her walking down the hallway towards the door, and a moment later the door opened up and there she was.

"Well, hello, neighbor!" she said, her face breaking out into the biggest, most beautiful smile that was topped by the bluest, deepest, most entrancing eyes Jake had ever seen. She was a vision of pure loveliness and eroticism combined, wearing a black "off the shoulder" dress with a scooped neckline that fit her like a second skin. The dress stopped at mid-thigh and showed every curve of her body, the black straps and the tops of the cups of her bra being enticingly visible. A very wide black belt with a big black buckle and black flat shoes completed her outfit. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly as he struggled to catch his breath and figure out what to say to this stunning goddess standing in front of him.

"Uh, hi, I mean, hello!" he stammered, afraid that he'd made a fool out of himself. "I'm -- uh, I'm Jake Constantine, your -- uh, your next-door neighbor," he said, trying to recover and not look so much like a 12-year-old with a crush on his teacher.

"Hi, Jake, I'm Angelique Von Ackerman!" she replied, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you!" she said as they briefly shook hands. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch, and Jake could already feel a stirring in his jeans.

"Likewise, really!" he said, recovering his composure enough to at least be able to carry on a conversation. "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself before now, it's just that -- well, I just...." He stammered, trying to find a way around saying that he was too bashful. Angelique gave out a light laugh, and it was music to Jake's ears.

"It's okay, Jake, really it is!" she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm as she spoke. "Don't worry about it! You're here now, and that's all that matters, right?" she said, her smile still big and bright, her eyes blue and sparkling.

"Right!" Jake agreed, smiling back. 'My God, I'm in love!' he thought to himself.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Jake?" she asked, and Jake felt his breath catch in his throat.

"I'd like that very much, thanks!" he replied, maybe a little too eagerly.

"Then please, come in, and welcome to my home!" she said, stepping aside and holding the door open for him, waving him in with her arm. Jake stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest.

The next 30 minutes or so were pure heaven for Jake as he spent the time sitting at Angelique's dining room table, drinking coffee and just chatting. The more he talked with her the more he loved her, and the more his desire for her grew. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was just something about her, something about her persona, that attracted him both emotionally and physically. He finally summoned up enough courage to ask her out on a date to one of the local clubs, and much to his surprise she immediately agreed.

"I'd love to!" she said, her face lighting up with a big smile.

"Great! Then I'll pick you up at eight tonight, if that's okay," he replied, and she nodded her head.

"That'll be just fine, Jake, I'll see you then!" she said, smiling that wonderful smile at him and looking directly into his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling -- with a quick flash of something else.

'What was that?' Jake thought to himself.

In her eyes...was there something else there? A brief flash of red? Jake looked for a moment longer, not sure of what he'd just seen, if anything, before he finally stood up from the table to leave.

Angelique rose with him and walked him to the door where they said their good-byes, and a few moments later Jake was walking across the yard to his own house, his head swimming with delight. He couldn't believe his luck, that Angelique had actually said yes, and that he was actually going out on a date with the woman of his dreams! He quickly forgot about the brief flash he thought he'd seen in her eyes, focusing instead on what lay ahead for him that night.

* * * * * *

It turned out to be the best night of his entire life, starting with the outfit Angelique had chosen to wear for their date. When she opened the door after he knocked on it, he was more than pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing his favorite outfit, the one with the black jacket, red top and red skirt. She was absolutely stunning, and it took Jake's breath away as she stood in front of him. She was the sexiest, most alluring woman he'd ever seen, and he immediately felt a stirring in his crotch as he drank in the sight of her.

"So, you like what I'm wearing, I assume?" she asked, laughing and smiling as she spoke. It took Jake a moment to find his voice before he could reply.

"Very much, yes!" he said, hoping she wouldn't notice the growing lump in his pants. "It's....well, it's....wow!" he stammered, making her laugh again.

"Well, thank you, and I'm glad you like it! I wore it especially for you!" she said, looking into his eyes and smiling. "Shall we go?" she said, and Jake nodded as he replied.

"Absolutely!" he said, holding his arm out to her. She slipped her arm through his, and he felt his heart racing at her touch. He led her across the yard to his own car, held the door open for her as she got in, then got in himself and drove off to the club.

The evening was everything Jake had hoped it would be. Angelique was the object of every man's attention in the club, and she made it a point to totally ignore all of them and focus her attention solely on him. This made him the envy of every man in the club, a feeling that made Jake smile. It also made him fall for her even more, both his affection and his desire for her growing as the evening unfolded, and he had a feeling that she knew that. The look in her eyes whenever she looked at him as the evening went on told him this.

Several hours later they found themselves pulling up into Jake's driveway, their evening at the club finished. They had been chatting non-stop on the ride home, a sure sign that Angelique liked him. They were both laughing at the end of a humorous story that Jake had just finished telling as he brought the car to a stop. Jake put the car in park, shut off the engine, and turned to look at Angelique. She looked back, smiling at him, her eyes sparkling -- even flashing, maybe? Briefly, but did he see it again? Angelique spoke before he had a chance to ponder it further.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Jake! Thank you so much for asking me out!" she said, her smile big and bright. She had the whitest, most perfect teeth he had ever seen, and he just loved her smile.

"Thank you for going out with me, Angelique," he replied, returning her smile, "I appreciate it more than you know! This evening has been like a dream come true for me, and it's all because of you!"

"How sweet!" she replied, never taking her eyes off of his. "Thank you, Jake!"

"Let me walk you home," he said, getting out of the car before she could respond. He walked over to her door and opened it, trying not to stare as she got out of the car. The short skirt showed a lot of thigh when she got out, and it was a struggle not to ogle her as she moved. Angelique put her arm through his as she got out, and together they walked the short distance across the yards to her door. Once at the door they stopped, and Angelique turned to face him.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Jake? Or maybe a nightcap? I would be a terrible person if I didn't at least offer you that after all you've done for me tonight!" she said, taking his hands in hers as she spoke. Jake's heart raced at her words, and his reply was immediate.

"A cup of coffee sounds great, I'd like that very much!" he said, smiling at her.

"Good!" she said, then turned and unlocked the door. She led him into her house and down the hall to the same table where they'd had coffee earlier in the day. Five minutes later they were sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of each of them, talking as if they'd known each other their whole lives. The more they talked the more his physical desire for her grew, quickly overshadowing his emotional desire. Jake was finding it more and more difficult not to stare at the generous amount of cleavage she was displaying, the visible tops of her breasts bobbing with her every move. It wasn't long before he was sporting a full-blown, throbbing erection that he hoped the table was concealing. He thought he saw Angelique glance down in that direction very, very briefly, but he wasn't sure. He also thought he saw that very brief red flash in her eyes again as well, but once again he wasn't sure. She spoke before he had a chance to ponder it further.

"Would you please excuse me for a couple of minutes, Jake? I'd really like to get out of this outfit and into some jeans and a t-shirt, if you don't mind!" she said, smiling sweetly at him.

"By all means!" he replied, returning her smile even though he was saddened by the prospect of not seeing her in his favorite outfit anymore -- for today, anyway. By now his cock was so hard it literally hurt, and his desire for her had turned to a lust that was so powerful it felt like he was under some kind of spell. He only hoped he could control his feelings and not make a total fool of himself before the evening was over -- and he sincerely hoped it wasn't going to be over just yet!

"Thank you, I'll be right back!" she said, getting up from the table and walking down the hall to her room. Jake sat mesmerized, watching her shapely rump wiggle as she walked away, his cock throbbing in sync.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked himself out loud when she was out of sight and earshot. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing was coming faster, and his cock was throbbing harder than he'd ever felt before. He sat for a few moments, looking down the hallway where she had just been, his mind a blur of confusion.

Jake wasn't normally an irrational man, but this woman was filling his head with irrational thoughts. It only took a few moments of him sitting there looking in the direction of her bedroom before the most irrational of thoughts popped into his head, and even though his common sense was screaming at him that what he was thinking was a very bad idea he acted on it anyway. He got up from his chair, his erection tenting out the front of his pants, and walked as quietly as he could down the hallway towards Angelique's room. When he got to her room he stopped in front of the partially open door, holding his breath as he peeked inside.

Angelique was standing next to her bed with her back to him and had just taken off the black jacket, tossing it on the bed as he watched. She had already taken off her shoes, and as he watched she crossed her arms in front of her body and grasped the bottom of her shirt in preparation to pull it off as well. She pulled it up and over her head, turning around to face him as she did, revealing the black gold-embroidered bra fully for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her big, full breasts cupped inside the bra for the first time. She was absolutely beautiful, and Jake felt his cock throbbing harder than ever at the sight of her.

She stood for a moment, her eyes closed as she ran her hands up her body to her breasts, her head held back a little, smiling slightly with her mouth closed as she caressed the silky cups of the bra. Then she lowered her head and opened her eyes, her mouth opening as well as she broke out into a big smile. Jake's breath caught in his throat as his jaw dropped, and his eyes flew open wide at what he saw.

Angelique's eyes were literally glowing a bright red, and in her mouth where there should have been two normal incisors were two pointed fangs instead.

'Holy shit, she's a vampire!' Jake thought to himself, not believing what he saw standing right in front of him. 'That's not possible! Is it?' he asked himself, stunned at what he saw.

She closed her eyes and held her head back again, opening her mouth wider as she squeezed her breasts in her hands through the bra. Jake stepped forward to get a better look, the toe of his shoe nudging against the door and causing it to move slightly. The door emitted a very soft creak as it moved.

Jake froze as Angelique's head snapped down, her eyes and mouth wide open as she looked towards the door. She sniffed the air twice, her eyes burning a brighter red now that she was alert. Before Jake could react she crossed the room to the door, moving so fast that he never saw it, and yanked the door open wide. She quickly grabbed him by his upper arms and effortlessly tossed him across the room onto the bed, and before he had even stopped bouncing she was on top of him. She flipped him over onto his back and then sat on his hips, grabbing him by his wrists and pinning them to the bed on either side of his head. He looked up at her in surprise and saw her eyes burning brighter than ever, her fanged mouth open in a wide smile as she looked down at him. Even though he was scared out of his wits his cock was still rock hard and throbbing, and it didn't help that she was sitting right on it.

"Why, Jake, don't you know it's not polite to spy on a girl when she's getting changed?" she said, looking down at him and smiling, her smile both erotic and terrifying at the same time.