I used my bare hands to dig his grave. When it was deep enough I climbed out from the bottom and kneeled by Dante's side. I removed the wedding band I had given him years ago and slipped it onto my finger. I left the necklace I gave him from our first year together with him. The necklace held a locket that contained a hand painted portrait of me inside. From the day I gave it to him he never once took it off.
I caressed his face with the tips of my fingers, tracing each cheekbone and each eyebrow and along his jaw line to his chin. Gently I lay my fingertips upon his mouth, tracing first the top and then the bottom lip. I remember the first time he kissed me and I started to cry. Tears falling onto his face, I kissed him for the last time and whispered, "Goodbye my love."
I placed his body so gentle on the cold ground at the bottom of his grave. With each handful of dirt that I covered him with my tears fell harder. When the last bit of dirt was put over him, I stood there sobbing, knowing that not only was my beloved Dante buried there, but so was my heart.
The next night I searched out some of Dante's immortal friends and asked them if they knew where I could find Quinton's lair and his underlings. When they asked why I told them what had happen to Dante and that I intended to find and kill each of his underlings one by one or die trying. Once they knew they were more then willing to help me find Quinton's lair and they found it within hours of my asking.
In the shadows I watched as the underlings came and went. Each step they took my anger grew. Here they are, walking among the living, while my beloved Dante was buried in the ground now, lost to me forever because of their 'father'.
After memorizing faces and scents of those young vampires I began my quest to avenge Dante's death. Every night I took one underling's life, starting with the weakest first. Before each killing I question them on where I could find that underling that left his father behind that night. Some didn't answer willingly. I took great pleasure in torturing them till they gave me the clues I needed to begin my search.
I made sure to kill the underlings in the same fashion as the first: by ripping out their throats and draining them of their blood. I was emotionless except for my anger and grief as I watched them die. My only satisfaction came from seeing the fear that crossed the remaining underling's faces when they discovered their fallen brother's bodies on the steps to their lair.
A month after Dante's death all of Quinton's underlings were dead except for one. That one was the young vampire that fled from the cemetery that night. He never did return to his father's lair to warn or protect his brothers.
My journey took me far and wide for the next year. Traveling through the night to another town, another village, or another city. I left a trail of death and destruction behind me and still to no avail was I able to find him. But my search continued and I will not stop till I find him.
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The Present...
I'm so glad to be back home in the Smoky Mountains.
Every year, after all the tourists have gone and before the leaves fall from the trees, I come back to my log cabin in the mountains, hidden away among the trees. This place helped ease the over two centuries of memories I have unlike anyplace else in the world.
A wonderful man who had a way with wood unlike any other built the one story ranch style cabin over 10 years ago. After months of cutting through red tape and paying off certain individuals he was able to start building my home.
I was never here during daylight hours, but from day one my servants came out and took photographs to show me the progress that was being made. From the hard work of digging the basement to the final shingle being nailed down I was able to watch it all come to life.
And what a beauty it is. The light colored logs had aged over the years and made the cabin blend in with the pines and maples. A curved walkway of stone weaved its way from the circular driveway to the large front porch and a wonderful wood and stain glass front door.
Once in the entryway you could turn right and walk into a small hallway that led to the master and guest bedrooms or you could turn left and walk into the living room with its high vaulted ceilings that made the room feel bigger then it actually was. Along the far wall was an incredible fireplace made of fieldstones that stretched from the floor to ceiling. And from the living room you could see into the rather large kitchen that had a breakfast bar separating it from a very cozy dining room.
The backside of the cabin was the best though with its view of the Smoky Mountains that most mortals would love to have. The wall of the cabin on this side was almost completely glass and gave a feel of the outdoors being in. French doors provided access from the master bedroom, kitchen and living room to the deck that stretched completely across the rear.
That's where I stand right now, out on the deck of my cabin staring out over the mountains. The full moon just rising over the ridge, looked so big and beautiful as it shined it's light down into the valley. The moonlight reflected off the fog below as it creeps across the ground and stretched out like skeletal fingers through the hollows.
I wrapped my hands around the deck rail and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of the fall season brought a smile to my face. Then I noticed the different sounds of the night: the hooting of an owl, the breeze blowing through the leaves on the trees and a waterfall splashing on the rocks in a nearby stream. All of them combined together to brought me a peaceful comfort.
I wished that I could come out during the day and see the sun shine onto the mountains, to look upon the array of color that nature has painted over the treetops. No matter how I tried, pale moonlight was just not the same as bright sunshine.
The wind began to pick up and I looked out toward the west, seeing an ominous looking cloudbank slowly rolling its way east, thinking that those clouds looked to be heavy with snow instead of the rain that they should be at this time of year. Since I'm unable to feel the cold I looked over to my right at the thermometer mounted on the railing that the temperature was slightly above freezing and almost right for making snow.
I stepped off the deck and began a walk around of the cabin, checking for any loose items that may be blown away then gather up some wood from the pile and head inside. I could easily live without any heat here but since I brought my two favorite servants, who are more like parents, with me, I need to keep them warm and healthy.
When I walked in my male servant Chad, rushed over taking the wood from my arms and placed it near the fireplace. Chad is one of the sweetest men I've ever had in my life to serve me. I don't know what I would do without him at times with the way he takes such good care of me.
"I didn't get to watch the news this evening, Chad, is there a storm coming?"
He turned around to face me. "Yes, there's quite a snowstorm on the way. It's surprised all the weathermen with coming this early in the year."
"Do we have plenty of supplies to make it through?"
"Yes we do, Marina. Rose and I made a trip to the grocery store this afternoon and your special meals arrived right as we got home."
"Since this is our first storm of the season, will you please be sure to check all the shutters as soon as the weather will allow?"
"That's the first thing on my to do list. So don't worry, I'll make sure not a crack of light gets through."
The shutters are the backup system I had installed for emergencies. If for any reason I'm unable to make it down below to my basement hideaway, I can flip a single switch from every room to activate the shutters and protect myself from sunlight.
I smile at him. "I knew you would think of everything like always. I don't know why I even bothered to ask."
I walk over to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for everything, Chad. I really do appreciate the care you have given me all these years. Why, if you weren't married to such a sweet, lovable woman, I would snap you right up."
I watched him blush and shuffle his feet. "It's my pleasure to help take care of you. You know that Rose loves you like a daughter. We both do."
I gave him a quick hug. "Okay, enough of this sappy stuff, I'm going to check the weather report."
Sitting down in a soft leather chair, I faced the wall of windows that looked out over the mountains and clicked the remote in my hand. The local country radio station came on playing a classic song, something about dreams, and then the DJ announced the latest on watches and warnings. The prediction of eight to twelve inches of snow for the higher elevations had not changed since their last update.
Around midnight Chad and Rose came in to wish me good night then retired to the master suite. Not long afterwards I saw the first big snow flake fall. Within minutes that one flake looked to have multiplied into thousands. I sat there in the darken room watching as the flakes swirled in the wind and couldn't resist going outside.
With my head tilted back I looked straight up into the overcast sky letting the heavy flakes hit my face. An old childhood urge came over me and I stuck my tongue out, catching a snowflake.
The first snow of the season had always been a special time for me. Every year it brought back memories of playing with my brothers and sisters as a child in England. Images of snowball fights, sledding and of making snow angels with them filled my thoughts.
"Sam, I will always be your mother; but I also want this dynamic. I want you to control me- to be your submissive. It's what I dreamt about. It has to be you; and it can't be any other. Yeah, it's wrong of me to want this and of you, but I said my peace. The decision is yours to make. And to be honest, I told you the truth. I felt comfortable in these clothes and showing you my kinkier side of me." With a smile.She gave me a lot to think about. In all honesty, my parents never held back and always shared the truth with me. I love them both for that but this is my story. Wow, who knew? Makes sense and glad that mom felt ready to share it with me. I love her more for it, but can I do what she wants of me? I have to think about it more; however, her hand is still on my thigh and I can feel the blood pooling through my dick. As a teenager, I dreamt of this happening, but now I am an adult of sorts. It's a lot to take in.He then smiles back at her and says, "You gave much to sort out; th
Once he entered her, she immediately clamps down and has an orgasm. It shocked him she is so god damn tight, but again, Dad hasn't been around. He waits for her to relax a bit before proceeding further. The tension leaves in increments and that is a nod to continue. He slides out of her slowly but rams it back into her, hard. It pushes him deeper into her and makes her ass and tits jiggle. He does this maneuver for a bit till he is ready to take it to a new level. He reaches around with his left hand and searches for her clit; while his right reaches up and pulls down her Teddy a bit to expose her right breast. Immediately, he grabs for it and squeezes it. Feeling her softness and her tit over fills his hand. He slides down and pinches her nipple slightly, and a very loud moan escapes her mouth. Once both her nipple and clit pressed; she immediately convulses into another orgasm with multiple waves. Wow, who knew mom was multi orgasmic. Once the waves clear, it's time to look for his
Her rubbing feels so damn good; I am struggling to stay strong. I want to throw her against the wall and have my way with her. She is playing a dangerous game here. Just making contact like this; changes our so-called relationship. I want to give in, but someone has to have standards; I guess my mother's went out the window. I understand she has needs but gosh, check out Tinder or hit up a bar. However, it is flattering that she wants me. My heart is racing and I am so close to shooting my load. I do something that no other would do. I take a step back and say, "No, I can take care of this- myself."She is slightly heartbroken, but smiles and says, "Suit yourself. You know I love ya (as her eyes look downward) but I want to love ya- more." And with that, she turns around and walks back to her room. Normally she can get there rather quickly with her enhanced quickness, but walks slowly to entice him more. She smiles to herself; knowing the teddy shows a little more of her thick ass and
Note: This story contains Incest and erotic horror. Read with discretion.Introduction: Mother & Son relationship changes; leads to a different job.Enjoy....*********This isn't the job that I wanted but was given/asked to do on behalf of my family. You see my family are all vampires; yes, I know what you're thinking but I am not one of them. Oh, before you go there, I am not hunting my parents or siblings. In fact, I am ok with them being vampires; even though I am a 'Normal' human, they still love me. In short, I am the black sheep of the family. This is my story. My name is Samuel Harrington III, my father is the second. We grew up upper middle class. I am the youngest of three siblings; both of them are way older than me by 12 years.Both of my brother and sister work within the Firm that my father runs. When I get old enough, I will work there too. I had a normal life. I was a lanky kid growing up and got bullied a lot but once my parents found out, it miraculously disappeared
Twenty minutes later."Mark, it's horrible. She's been living in fear, hiding from vampires every day for 5 years. No home. No family. No friends. We have to help her.""I know. I have a plan. I went over it with Keith and he liked it. It involves you being a newly created vampire. Please go clean up and change into your long silk kimono. Make yourself look pale and vampire-like. Also, please find some warm clothes for Misty to wear home. Give her something she can keep. Remember not to smile or show her your teeth since we don't have another set of fangs for you. Meanwhile, I'm going to grab some real food. Pretending to suck you blood is fun, but not very filling."Misty:I hear Master's voice calling me awake. I sit up and blink. Then I blink again in surprise. I am really awake. I haven't been really awake since the start of the costume contest.'It must be time. Master must be hungry.'I'm afraid to look at Master, so I look around the rest of the room. I see Alice. She looks dif
'She'll need to wear a scarf over that mark for at least a week.'After holding her another moment, I realize her legs are still limp. Apparently, she needs more time to recover."Kneel, slave." I loosen my grip and she slides down into a puddle on the floor. She shifts a bit and ends up kneeling with her chest bent forward onto her thighs.I squat down in front of her and caress the side of her face. "You have served me very well, my lovely slave. That was your reward." I ease her over until she is lying comfortably on her side. "You will rest now, but you must stay alert for the next time I summon you." I don't want her to fall asleep. That would end our fun for the night.She looks up and gives a small nod. After swallowing to find her voice, she whispers "Yes, Master."I stand up and move in front of Misty. She must be getting very tired from holding that pose so rigidly. "Stand up straight." She quickly complies, putting both feet flat on the floor and her arms at her sides. "You