I am a strigoi, an upyr, a vrykolakas.

A vampire.

I remember little of my life before, only that I was hunting you. Even my motives have been lost to time, though some nights I have a strong feeling it was revenge.

The last, or rather, first thing I remember is entering your lavish estate. You were a woman of power. You still are. The last person anyone would suspect if being a bloodthirsty demon. But I knew better. Armed with my stake, I intended to do something about it.

I searched the basements, looking for a coffin, a box, anything that might be serving as your bed. Failing that, I began searching the rest of the house. I found you in your bedroom, asleep in your massive bed. Heavy curtains were drawn to block out the quickly setting sun. Looking at you, sleeping peacefully, nothing but a sheer cloth covering your porcelain body, I hesitated. Could I have been wrong? You looked so fragile, so innocent.

I pushed the second-thoughts away. Raising the stake high with both hands, I brought it down hard, piercing your chest. Your eyes flew open, blood red eyes, the pupils two pools of infinite darkness. You shrieked as your back arched, the hideous sound of a thousand lost souls setting my ears ringing as I stumbled backwards. But then something changed. The shriek became laughter. A sadistic, mocking laughter as you sat up and turned to face me.

The next thing I knew you were on top of me. The stake pressed down on my chest as you leaned down. I could feel your teeth puncture my neck, the life flowing out of me. I began to writhe in pain underneath you, but your hands held my wrists to the floor. Your superhuman strength was unnecessary as my own strength was quickly sapped. My veins burned as they emptied, a ball of searing pain filling my chest. I welcomed the darkness creeping in on my vision, as it seemed to lessen the excruciating torture as I slowly died.

If the pain of death was unbearable, the pain of rebirth was worse. Just before my life winked out forever you sat up, blood dripping from your lips. In a haze I watched you pull the stake from your chest, the open wound gushing. Blood splashed across my face, your hands cradling my head and lifting my mouth to your breast. The vile liquid slid down my throat, burning with a heat which I'm sure must come from hell itself. My body convulsed, threatening to snap my own spine as you held me in place. If not for the screaming in my head I may have heard the disjointed lullaby you softly hummed.

I must have passed out from the pain, but I awoke to another extreme. Pleasure. I found my arms now wrapped tightly around you. Feasting eagerly at your breast and the life it was giving me. My body experienced pleasure I could never have imagined. Your hips grinding down on me and your fingers in my hair told me you were benefitting as well. At the peak of our bliss you fell away, collapsing across my body as we both lay catching our breath. My senses heightened, I could hear both of our heartbeats as we rested in what can only be called post-orgasmic reverie. Turning to look at you, my destroyer, my creator, you smiled at me.

"If you thought that was good," you grinned, "wait 'til you try sex."

And we did. For untold years we have hunted together, killed together, and taken pleasure in each other. The world has changed and we have changed with it. Evolving. Adapting. Surviving. And we don't plan on stopping anytime soon.

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