The Vampire & the Detective
Shady Lady Julie
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Victoria du Pont, or Vicki Pont as she was known these days, sat at the bar of the quiet dingy pub staring at the whiskey in a glass before her. She was dressed in her usual way of ripped jeans, heavy boots, a black tee-shirt with the words "Bite me before I bite you" across the front, and her black leather jacket adorned with studs was draped casually over the back of her barstool. The tee-shirt was tight enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra and the air conditioning made her nipples poke against the material. There were piercings in her nose and eyebrow as well as a stud in her tongue giving the overall impression of an albino gothic punk. Albino because her hair was pure white and looked like she had just got out of bed after a rampant sex session. This wasn't the white from dark hair being dyed, but the brilliant white of an albino though it was obvious by her piercing blue eyes she clearly wasn't one.
“Cheer up love it may never happen,“ the barman said in a cheeky tone as he walked past and at the same time had a good look at her fine breasts. "If she is still here at closing I might try my luck with that one," he thought to himself picturing her ruby red lips wrapped around his cock.
“It already has,” sighed Vicki almost to herself, muttering under her breath, "Many times, far too many times."
“Are you celebrating something?“ said the man next to her nodding towards the drink that Victoria was nursing.
Vicki looked at the man and guessed he was in his late 40s. His short-cropped hair was half grey and his neatly trimmed beard was more than flecked with silver as well. Vicki looked at the crumpled suit with the tie that was pulled down from his shirt open at the neck, and she could see his bloodshot eyes were filled with a deep sadness.
“It’s my birthday,” smiled Vicki and to her pleasant surprise noticed that the man was actually talking to her face and not her chest as was the norm.
“I would never ask a lady her age but I would guess you must be half of mine,” said the man sitting next to her, "but cheers anyway"
Vicki smiled to herself as it was highly unlikely she was half the man’s age unless, of course, he was well in excess of 1600 years old as today was her 822nd birthday.
“22,“ said Vicki, “and the name is Victoria but you can call me Vicki. I stopped using the name Victoria a long time ago.“
“Roger. Pleased to meet you Victoria...I mean Vicki," he corrected himself, lifting his drink in acknowledgement.
“So are you celebrating as well then?“ said Vicki pointing a fingernail that was coated in a blood-red nail polish that matched her lipstick, towards Roger's drink.
“Not so much celebrating but remembering as today is the tenth anniversary of my wife’s death... but apologies I did not mean to be morose on your birthday.“
“Don’t worry,“ laughed Vicki softly, “I have had so many it’s nothing to worry about."
“22 isn’t that many really but I like your…“
Roger never finished his sentence as it was interrupted by the strident ringing of a telephone in his pocket. Fishing it out he waved an apology to Vicki as he answered with the words, “Inspector Jackson.“ After a few guarded one-word responses, Roger finished the call and returned the phone to his pocket.
“Sorry duty calls,” he said downing his drink and holding out his hand to Vicki. “Hope you have a wonderful birthday, what’s left of it, and maybe I will see you in here again.“
“You never know,“ laughed Vicki, “I have only recently moved into the area and I hear the eating around here is very good.”
Roger walked outside and he smiled to himself as he got into the car that had pulled up at the curb thinking what a pleasant young lady Vicki was. She had said to call her Vicki but he felt inside that Victoria suited her so much better but he would go along with what she wanted. He sighed sadly as she would have been the same age as his daughter had she lived, then laughed sardonically as he thought to himself how he must be getting old seeing attractive young women as possible daughter replacements rather than potential bed-companions.
Being a policeman he often saw things that were odd, like her white albino hair, her pale skin and how her hand had felt cold in his but before he could contemplate the matter further the driver interrupted with, “Evening boss looks like we’ve got a nasty one on our hands.“
"The full moon always brings the nutters out," Roger said grimly as he regarded the bright yet pale orb that hung heavy in the night sky. Then he shivered as if someone had walked over his grave before he barked, "OK let's go McAllister."
Vicki returned to musing with her drink as she thought about her encounter with Roger. He did remind her so much of the man who had become more than just a father figure to her, not her biological father of course, but the man who had bitten her on the neck nearly 800 years ago.
It had started not long after she had turned 18 and was still not married making her parents start to worry that she was getting too old. It wasn't that she was ugly, far from it, in fact, one of the reasons her parents had moved so far into the forest was to protect her from the nobles who roamed the area taking whatever they wished, whenever they wished. It was quite simply as she put it she hadn't found the right man to settle down with.
It had been Hugo du Pont who had come across her in the forest where she and her parents had been foraging for food and trying to collect wood to warm their small cottage. As she had stood terrified, the creature descended from the skies and tore out the throats of both of her parents before feasting on their blood. When he had turned to her, his jowls dripping with fluid Victoria had thought her time had come and fainted clean away. When she came to she had found herself in a small locked cell, and that had been the start of 4 years of hell.
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"Please why are you doing this to me?" Victoria sobbed as she rattled the bars of the tiny grill inset into the heavy wooden door. She had wolfed down the bread and water that had been next to her when she had awoken, but that seemed so long ago and her stomach was reminding her that she needed to be fed. She started to think of her mother's tasty broth that she often made but as she did so she suddenly remembered how the monster had torn out her mother's throat. The vision that flooded her brain made her void the contents of her stomach before collapsing in fits of tears as she slumped to the floor.
"I could make this all go away," said a soft voice from outside of the cell.
Looking up Victoria saw a pair of red eyes staring at her intently through the small opening and she knew in an instant that this was the monster that had killed her parents.
"Just kill me and get it over with," sobbed Victoria.
"If you join me and agree to be mine then you can live forever."
"You are evil and I curse you," spat Victoria at the door, "I will never submit to you... never."
The voice just chuckled with a laugh that was so deep and so cruel that Victoria could feel it penetrate her bones.
The days turned into weeks and the months into years. Victoria knew the passage of time as the days grew longer, then they would become shorter as the weather turned from hot to cold. Some days she would shiver in her cell convinced that she was about to freeze to death and then months later would swelter like she was too close to the fire her mother would have in their tiny hut.
Each day the process would be the same. The voice at the door would ask her if she was ready to join him and each day she would deny him, though some days she could feel herself waiver inside. Then she would fall into a sudden deep sleep and when she woke there would be food and water on the small table and she would have been bathed and the cell cleaned.
Her clothes had long been taken away and at first, she had taken to wearing the blanket as a cloak to cover her nakedness but after a while only used the blanket for warmth. Something her mother had said to her the first time she had found blood between her legs stuck in her mind.
"You now have the weapon to control all men. They will lust after your body like pigs at a trough wanting to feed. Promise them everything but give them nothing and you will be in control, but be warned the moment you give them everything you will be theirs."
With those words in her brain when the voice started at the door she would face the blazing eyes and stand naked and proud, As the voice promised the world she would turn her body this way and that, cupping her breasts and running her fingers over her nipples making them stand proud. When she did this she would notice a change in the voice as it became laden with yearning and desire. Some days she would tease the voice by wrapping herself in the blanket, concealing her flesh and the voice would sound frustrated and annoyed.
She knew it was pointless really as when she awoke from her sudden slumber she would be lying on the bed naked so whoever had been in the cell would have been able to feast their eyes on her body and for all she knew paw her flesh. She knew that the eyes could see every part of the cell including the small bed that sat in the corner so one day she lay in the bed waiting for the voice to start.
As she heard the promises in the oily tongue Victoria kicked off the blanket and opened her legs wide knowing that her hidden watcher would be staring directly at her groin. She stroked her finger along her pussy lips a few times before circling her clit which was already starting to swell and poke out from the folds. As she flicked the bean with one finger she rolled a nipple between the finger and thumb of the other hand, then switched to the other nipple until all three nubs of pleasure were straining erect.
Moving her hands she pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand and started to tease inside with the fingers of the other hand. She could feel she was getting wetter and sliding a finger in she felt her pussy grip her finger as she pushed it deeper. When she had first learnt about self-pleasure she had to remain quiet for fear her parents might hear her in their tiny home but in the cell the only person who might hear her she wanted them to. Adding a second finger to the first Victoria moaned loudly as she bent her knees and started to finger fuck herself, arching off the bed as her arousal grew. She was certain she heard a moan of frustration from behind the door which spurred her on and within a few minutes was arching up as she orgasmed on her fingers.
Her heart was beating fast as the voice said in a strained tone, "Why?"
"To show you what you will never get willingly," Victoria said before licking her fingers with relish and smiling at the door.
"I could take what I wanted right now," growled the voice sending a shiver of fear through Victoria.
"If that is what you wanted you would have taken it already," laughed Victoria as she heard the voice retreat cursing her and all other humans.
The next day Victoria waited for the voice to return but there was nothing, just sudden sleep and then her cell was cleaned and her food replenished. This process followed for a few days until one day she could stand it no longer and when she heard the noise of movement outside she cried out, "What is it you really want of me?"
"I want what you said you would never give willingly," the voice said but this time instead of remaining unseen the cell door was opened wide and a man stood there regarding her coldly. "I am Count Hugo du Pont and are you ready to give yourself to me?"