Gruftine

A long yawn pushed it’s way from your mouth, and your left knee buckled ever so slightly as you walked along the sidewalk. You turned your heavy eyes at the Moon. It was full tonight, casting its blueish light across the eerie, sparse clouds that surrounded it. It was the common sight that you looked at every night you had to walk home from your miserable night shift, and on winter nights like this one, it was slightly more comforting. You couldn’t really lie to yourself and think that these walks were completely unenjoyable. The streets were empty, no people or cars, and it was winter, so not even the birds chirped. It was silent and you had peace, and that was all you ever really wanted. No noise, no interruptions.
	Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft squeaking. You stopped in your tracks and looked around for the culprit, but saw nothing. It could have been a tree or something. You continued on your way, now on your toes. But you needed to get a move on, there was about a mile to go until you were home. A mile until you were in your bed. Your soft, warm bed. You couldn’t wait for that.
	Your body tensed up. You swear you heard something flap by your head. A bird? But it was winter time. Sleep deprivation, maybe? In any case, you sped up your gait on your way home.

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	Things had gotten creepier. It was no longer squeaking or flapping that you heard. Now it was footsteps or soft breathing behind you, but nobody there when you hesitatingly looked over your shoulder. A chill down your spine that you ignored for fear of what could have been behind you. You had goosebumps, the feeling of eyes on you, or just a bad feeling. You power walked down the sidewalk when you heard the straw that broke the camel’s back. Some sort of unnatural “poof” sound. Nothing you’d ever heard before, and it sounded like it was right behind you. You spun around, feeling as though you’d catch someone in the act, but, of course, you were met with the sight of a sad, unsettling empty street. You felt sweat on your hairline as your eyes anxiously scanned the street, and the houses across it, and the lonely playground next to you.
	“Is somebody there?” you asked. Your voice was shaky and nervous. If your soon to be murderer harbored any fear of you, it was gone now. But you recieved no answer. “Hello?” You took a step backwards, beginning to turn back around. “Hello?”
	“Hello.” You stumbled backwards, almost falling over. In front of you stood a slightly confused looking woman. You meant to yell “Jesus!”, but you throat choked up as you tried, and no sound escaped, besides that of a few coughs.
	“What the hell? Have you been following me?” you demanded. She creased her brow and shook her head.
	“No.” she said. “I heard someone talking, so I came to see what was happening.” Sounded reasonable enough, but you still weren’t happy. You looked up and down this mystery girl. She wore a long maroon dress, and her head was shaven at the sides, a long red ponytail billowing out from the back of her head. She was admittedly attractive, but, just by the looks of her, didn’t seem like good news.
	“Well...don’t sneak up on people like that.” you said. “Excuse me.” you mumbled as you tried to pass by her. But unfortunately, exactly what you didn’t to happen happened. She started walking alongside you. You cast an antsy glance her way, and she smiled bashfully.
	“...So, what brings you out so late at night?” she asked.
	“I’m just going home.” you said.
	“Oh.” she said. “Why so late?”
	“No reason.” You didn’t want to tell this nighttime woman about your life. “Why are you out here so late?” She looked away, then around at the street and the houses for a moment.
	“Ohh…” she said with a long pause. “I’m on a nightwalk.” Your eyes narrowed a bit.
	“A nightwalk?” you asked. She nodded.
	“You know, just taking a walk at night. It’s peaceful.” she said. “I mean, listen. There aren’t any sounds out here, besides us talking anyways.” She smiled. “You know what I’m saying?” You nodded slowly.
	“Yeah, I understand.” you said. The Moon drifted out from behind the clouds, and you turned your head to look. “You ever look at the Moon much?” You asked.
	“I can’t say that I do.” she said. You looked at her. She was looking up to the Moon, but she squinted her eyes, as if it she was looking at the Sun or something. She averted her gaze as soon as you looked at her. You looked back towards the Moon. “So, uh, can I ask you a question?” she asked.
	“Sure.” you said, not taking your eyes of the Moon.
	“Um...I don’t have any place to sleep tonight, maybe I could...sleep at your place?” she said. You cracked a smile. You almost flat out started laughing. Letting a strange woman that you met in the night stay at your house? That’s ridiculous, you’d never even entertain the thought. You looked at her, ready to refuse. But as soon as you turned your head, your gaze fell straight into hers.
	“Uh...I-I…” you spluttered, but you couldn’t get out any real words. You tried to look away, but it was like you were unable to. Something felt wrong. Your mind was clouded. The woman looked up at you, eyes that wouldn’t be too out of place on a cat. “Uh...yes?” you said.
	“I can?” she asked. You nodded, though it felt like it was against your will. “Thank you!” Your brow furrowed.
	“It’s no problem.” you said.
	“How far is your house?” she asked.
	“Not too far.”

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	Standing solemnly in front of you and the mystery woman was your front door. It was like a sentinel, silently guarding the inside of your house from wild animals, thieves, murderers, and crazy people. You silently kicked yourself. What the hell were you thinking saying yes to this? But nevertheless, you took a step forward and unlocked the door, opened it and stepped inside. You took a quick look around, noting anything that could be easily stolen or destroyed.
	“So—” you began, but the woman wasn’t next to you. You turned around, and there she was, standing outside the door with a slight look of concern on her face. “...You can come in.” you said. She smiled.
	“Thanks.” she said, taking a step inside and looking around. “Hey, you don’t have any garlic do you?”
	“I don’t think so.” you said. “Why? Do you want some?” She shook her head. “...Alright. So, what’s your name?”
“Gruftine.” she said with a closed lip smile. You walked to your couch.
“Well, Gruftine, you can sleep here tonight.” you said. She took a seat. “I’ll be in the other room. Just, uh...feel free to leave when you wake up.” You turned to go to your bedroom, but stopped and turned around. “And this isn’t a jab to you, but please don’t touch anything.” You stepped off into the hall.
“Hold on, wait!” Gruftine said. You poked your head back into the room.
“Yes?”
“Do you always go to sleep as soon as you get home?” she asked. She wore cat’s eyes again.
“Yes.” you said. “Well...usually.”
“What else do you do?” she asked.
“Well...I eat something sometimes.” you said. “Or watch the Sunrise.”  You shook your head, it was clouded again. You don’t know why you were entertaining her questions, rather than going to sleep. Then again, she could murder you easier that way.
“You ever just sit?” she asked. You’ve done that before.
“Maybe once or twice.” you said.
“Well...why don’t you sit here, with me?” she asked. She looked up at you innocently enough.
“I mean...I’d like to get to bed.” you said.
“Just for a couple minutes.” she said. You looked at her, not saying anything for a moment.
“...Just a couple minutes.” you said, stepping back into the room. You sat down next to her. She smiled.
“I don’t actually get to talk to people that often.” she said.
“Me neither, believe it or not.” She chuckled, though it was a joke. She looked up at you with her coy, but sincere eyes. They had pronounced dark circles around them.
“You...might have already noticed something about me.” she said. You looked at her.
“What?” you asked.
“You know.” she said. “I’m out in the dead of night. You had to invite me inside. I don’t like garlic…” You shifted in your seat and looked away.
“...Yeah.”
“I’ve got bags under my eyes.” she said. “I’m pale.” You looked at her. There was only one thing she could be describing. She smiled at you, this time, letting her two long, sharp fangs poke out.
“You...you’re a vampire?” you asked, a small catch in your throat. She nodded. You broke out in a cold sweat. “I didn’t think you guys existed.””
“Yeah...most people don’t.” she said. “But we do.” She looked up at you from under her eyebrows, almost in sympathy, shuffling across the couch, inching closer to you. “I’m sorry.” You felt cemented in place. She was the fox, and you were the rabbit. The polar bear and the seal. The predator and it’s prey. There was nothing to be done that wouldn’t just draw things out and make them worse. Her face was inches away from yours. “Really, sorry.” she said.
“I understand.” you said. She was looking right at you, both of your eyes crossing. But your mind wasn’t clouded. It was all sharp and lucid.
“You do?” she asked. You nodded. Her eyes flicked down, presumably at your neck. She breathed quick and irregular. “This might hurt.”
“Of course.” you said as she leaned her head down. You closed your eyes and felt her cold breath on your neck. It was coming now. The puncture. You had no idea what it’d feel like. You’ve never really been bitten before. You could feel the anticipation. It crept up from your toes, up into your legs, into your stomach.
It was a chilling pain. Like if all of the winter’s cold ruched into your neck. You winced and chills ran down your body. She pulled her teeth out, and the new puncture wounds were exposed to the air. It stung, like a bee sting might, but it was so cold. The pain was met with an irritating itch as the blood began to trickle out. Then, warmth and moisture. Gruftine’s lips pushed against your skin. Her tongue slowly licked the blood that had already seeped out, and you trembled at it’s soft touch.
She sucked once on your neck, and in an instant, all the pain, bone chilling cold, and irritation was swept away, and replaced with a soft warmth. It was like a fire in the dead of winter or a warm blanket. She took a second pull of your blood, and again, the the shower of pleasure washed over you like springtime rain. Your whole body throbbed with the beat of your heart, as if Gruftine had it in her hand and pumped the blood through your veins herself. A third suck saw you taking hold of her back, just steadying yourself. You were lightheaded.
Gruftine rose off your neck with a goofy, bloodstained smile. Your vision was spotty, your breathing slow. The puncture wounds felt the itchy, irritating air once again. A part of you wanted her to continue drinking your blood. But instead you brought your hand to the wound.
“So...am I turning now?” you asked, your voice low and gruff. She gave you a doleful look and nodded.
“It’s not all bad…” she said. With all your strength, you sat up, and looked into the eyes of the bloodsucker. They were slightly yellow, ringed with dark bags,
“Sure.” you said, looking down. She leaned in a bit. You could smell the wafting blood on her breath.
“Really.” she said. You looked back up at her. Her face so close to yours. “...it’s not so bad.”
And in an instant, Gruftine’s lips and your lips pressed together. She made a small sigh as you took hold of her back again. Your back slid down the armrest until Gruftine was on top of you, kissing you in passion, in fire. You tasted the metallic flavor of your own blood off her soft lips. She rose up, breaking off the kiss, and began desperately flailing in her dress, attempting to get it off, but it was stuck in between the two of you. You clutched in your weak fingers and pulled with all your lightheaded might. With the joined effort, she was able to slip her dress off over her head, revealing her body to you.
Her skin was pale and supple, smooth and soft. Your trembling fingers gently touched her thigh. It was cold, like a corpse might feel.
“Am I gonna be cold like this?” you asked. Her only answer was a slightly frenzied exhale as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. You followed suit, frantically working the button on your pants. The button was undone at blinding speeds, at least for a blood deprived person. Just as you moved onto the fly, Gruftine’s top fell down. You stopped in your tracks, looking up at her now exposed breasts, then up at her face looking at you in half cool seduction, half crazed lust. They were as perfect as they could be. Perfect size, perfect heft, perfect everything. It’s a surprise there was even enough blood in your body, but you needed to get your pants off now. She slid back on your legs, and you watched every single inch of her topless for as she did. You slid your pants off, then your shirt, as she took hold of her underwear. She slowly, deliberately, and very sensually pulled down, letting the black garment slide down her smooth legs. You took a deep sharp breath as you looked over her body, completely nude. You looked at her face, and father than the cat eyes that you expected she wore a kittenish smile. She slid closer to you and looked down at your underwear. You slid your thumbs into the seam and removed them, a lot faster than Gruftine removed hers. She took you hand and moved further up your legs, and with her other hand, took a hold of you. She rose up, and squared herself up to receive you. She slowly descended.
She gasped as you entered into her, taking a bit of a tighter hold on your hand, before letting it go altogether. She planted both pals on your chest as she, trembling, slowly lowered herself the rest of the way down, inhaling sharply as she did. She combed a lock of her red hair out from her eyes, and smiled at you. Then she made the first slow thrust of her hips. Your hands took hold of her hips as she thrusted again, and again, with growing speed, intensity, and vocal feedback. She sighed and let out short, shrill peeps that must have embarrassed her. But she didn’t stop. She, through all her moans and pleasure, continued joggling on your lap. She arched her back and stretched her arms onto your legs behind her. You felt her legs twitching. Her eyes were squinted in pleasure. You could barely think as she rode and moaned her throat out. But there was something about those eyes that made you mind cloudy. Gruftines whole body tensed up, sending a jolt through your own body. Your fingers dug into her hips, making her twitch again. You moved your hands further back, onto her soft rear as she wiggled on top of you. Her breasts moved generously with shaking of her body. Those eyes of hers did something to you. Lost in ecstasy, she forgot about this hip thrusting and began bouncing, all the way up and all the way down. Her fluffy hair bounced as she did. Her toes curled and you shut your eyes, some of your muscles beginning to tense up. Her eyes took control of you. They mesmerized you. Mesmerized. You heard Gruftine make a loud gasp, and a yelp escaped her lips.
“You mesmerized me!” you yelled. Her only reply was more frenzied moaning. Her legs took a tight hold of you, and she stopped bouncing. You could feel the waves of shivers traveling through her body, and you could your own climax threatening to take hold of you. She’d been controlling you all night. Now you were taking control. You grabbed onto her hips and began bouncing her up and down yourself. Her shivers became jolts and spasms. Her privates were a waterfall. She twitched to the right, toward the backrest, then convulsed to the left, sending the two of you rolling off the couch. She cried in both pain and pleasure at the same time, but you weren’t done. You slung her flexing, cramping legs of your shoulder and began thrusting at her.
Your blood began to drip onto her belly. Your wounds was leaking. It didn’t matter, you continued your pounding at her shaking, frantically bucking hips. Her tailbone was banging on the floor as she twitched about, screaming away in her floating bliss. You tried to wipe away the blood, but you only succeeded in spreading the thick red liquid across her belly, and onto her breast. Her eyes shot open, and she saw the blood smeared across her. Immediately, you felt the walls of her insides undulating, tensing and letting go. She screamed again, her fingernails digging into the floorboards. Her hips jumps and wiggled, and her body contracted and softened over and over again as she writhed on the floor, her arms, trembling, trying to grab hold of anything they could. But they found no anchor. Her legs seized in a craze, threatening to take your neck at points. She bellowed out in mad, unholy, voice cracking shrieks. You felt it all begin building up. Your hips twitched, your arm buckled. You took a hold of her breast, the bloody one, and squinted your eyes. Gruftine's, sensual yelling continued as you mind became splotchy. All you felt was her body, flailing on the ground, and you finally finished, exploding into her. You stopped thrusting and let it happen. Your body trembled a bit, as her stopped the violent thrashing. Your legs were weak, and you collapsed down next to your icy skinned lover. She twithed in one last aftershock of pleasure. She took a few deep breaths.
“You’re good.” she said in a trembling voice. You couldn’t help but smile. That was your by far the longest you’ve ever lasted at anything sexual. It was cold on the floor. You lazily pulled a blanket off the couch and let it splay across the two of you. You put your arms around Gruftine, and she nestled into them. There, you two fell asleep.

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	Burning heat! It felt like someone had just turned a flamethrower on you face. Your eyes shot open to an ungodly bright light. You screamed in pain, it felt like you would die. Gruftine woke and and screams of anguish escaped her throat as well. You took the blanket and shielded her and yourself from the deadly light.
	“What the hell?” you growled. Your voice was groggy and hoarse. Gruftine groaned in pain, the light barely penetrated the blanket, but it was still some of the worst pain you’d ever felt.
	“Come on!” she yelled. Scrambling to the door to your bedroom. You reached up to the doorknob, your hand once again falling victim to the light. You opened the door and fell into the room, where it was dark. You looked down at your hand. It burned, and steam rose off of it. You watched as Gruftine broke for the window and shut the blinds. She took a deep breath, and, still naked and bloodied, sunk back to the ground.
	“What the hell was that?” you asked. She looked up at you again, a certain sadness in her eyes.
	“The Sun.” she said. Memories of only a few hours ago rushed back. Your tongue ran frantically through your mouth and were almost cut by your canines. There bigger than they used to be. You got up and sprung to the mirror, your eyes slowly acclimating to the darkness of the room, and what you saw in the mirror saddened you. The reflection you saw was that of an empty room. You looked down and turned slowly to Gruftine.
	“That’s right…” you said. “I’d forgotten.”
	“Well…” she said, trying to think of something comforting, you presume. “At least you have a night job, this doesn’t even really change anything.” She forced an uncomfortable chuckle. You exhaled sharply from your nose and smiled, your new fangs poking out.
	“I guess that’s true.” you said. Gruftine stood.
	“And you still have me.” she said. “Right?” You looked up at her.
	“I barely know you.” you said.
	“Well, I’m your best friend now.” she said. “Vampires have to stick together.”
	“I guess we do.” you said, sitting down on your bed, exhausted. You wanted a full day’s sleep more than anything. “Yeah, I’ve still got you.” Gruftine sat next to you. “Let’s go to sleep.” You sprawled out on you bed and Gruftine lay next to you.
	“You should invest in a coffin.” she said.
	“A coffin?” you ask. “Why?”
	“To sleep in, silly.” she said.

	As you drifted off, you wondered how you’d tell the folks that you were a vampire now. They’d be happy that you finally found a girl, though.