A Vampire's Touch

Before we get into it, I was told by a few people that the last story was too long. I don't think it was too long, I just think they tried reading it all in one sitting and if you don't have time for something like that, than of course it's going to seem too long. This is not a chapter books type of thing, it's a website for short stories so they are the appropriate length. But just to humor those who are bothered by the daunting look of a long read, I will be posting the next story in small parts and now without further ado; A Vampire's Touch......


"Damn, why won't he let up?!" I asked myself in a breathless whisper as I ran through the back alley on fifth and Hunnington. I was running from Gavin Matthers, local badass vampire. Not a lot of people in this world knew about the Immortals but those of us who do, know to either stay out of their way or join up with them. My name is Kiyonna Lewis and this is my story.

I am what you would call a fae hunter. My job is to make sure humans and immortals coexist peacefully with little to no problems. There are some pretty cool fae out there too. One of my very best friends just happens to be a fairy and the other is a were-panther. They are both very kind and loving. They also help the organization that I run; Watching Immortals, Saving Humans or WISH for short. We pretty much make sure humans are safe as well as immortals because humans can be just as ruthless when they find out about something or someone different from them.

To the humans who don't know about the "other" world, the company is known to them as World Immigration Survival Help. We also help those, immortal and human, to immigrate to another country safely and legally. We work hard to protect others and to offer a life worth living. I started the company with my mom when I was 10 years old. I had the fortunate opportunity to have met and became really close with Tish Newton, my fairy friend. She accidentally showed me her powers and I was over the moon about it since! My mom always told me there were beings out there who were not human and we must treat them with the same respect that we would like ourselves. Tish's mom was a little worried at first but when she and my mom got to know one another, they became fast friends.

Anyways, Tish's mom was murdered by a human. She was sleeping with another woman's husband and the woman killed her. She studied Tish's mom thoroughly for months before she figured out she was fae and found out how to kill her. By the way, if you didn't understand it, fae can’t be killed as easily as a human. So once she was dead, someone from the other world killed the wife and husband to avenge Tish’s mom. I personally don’t think Tish’s mom should have been killed but she should have had her assed whooped! I hate cheaters and people who knowingly sleep with someone else’s spouse. So after all that happened, my mother and I chose to start WISH to really help everyone get along.

At this present moment, I find myself being chased by Gavin, said afore mentioned badass vampire. I’ve known Gavin for about two months now through WISH and he is so sexy, i just want to do so much to him, lick him, taste every inch of his body, feel that massive co...Uhhmm Sorry about that. So I told him off early tonight and ran out the building after one of our weekly meetings. “Kiyonna, stop and talk to me for real,” said Gavin.

Thank You

So I just want to say thank you to all who are reading or have already read Impossible Promises. I want to keep the flow going so I will be posting another short story really soon. I really appreciate the time you take from your day to read what I write and would also love it if you left a comment as well.
Thank you so very much and I will see you all in the next story!!!! :)

Impossible Promises

              So you know how everyone makes a promise at some point in their life? Well most of those promises are made under false pretenses or are literally impossible to keep. My friend Marla told me one day that she would never betray me, hurt me in any way purposefully, and that she will always be my best friend. Well she defiantly broke those promises. One day I walked in on my best friend with my fiance. She was in the middle of sliding his cock inside of her when they both noticed me standing in the door way, with a shocked look on my face, not believing that this could be happening to me.

            "What are you doing here, that is, what are you doing home so early?" Josh, my fiance, asked. At the same time Marla was saying "Oh my god, I am so sorry..........that you found out this way." Josh gave her a look and walked over to me begging me to listen or to speak but I just stood there, taking deep breaths of the raunchy stank air from their fucking and the sweltering heat outside. "First of all, this is MY house!" I said to Josh. "I came home early because the AC at the stupid office broke. The boss let everyone go because it's nearly 105 degrees out and Nancy was having a heat stroke."

          At this point they were putting their clothes on, Marla a bit slower than I would have liked. "Marla how could YOU of all people, do this to me?" She smiled and said, "Teeshara look, I didn't really do it to you okay? I have been in love with Josh for a few months and we've been fucking for a couple weeks now." Suddenly the smile dropped from her face and she started to put her hands up saying, "Okay it was a bitch thing to do but don't attack me!"

           I didn't realize that I had taken off my shoes, earrings and was inching into the bedroom towards her. Josh tried to reach out for me but it was too late, I jump straight on top of her and punch her in the face twice before Josh pulled me off of her. I also got a good kick in her side when she screamed, "I'M PREGNANT!!" Josh froze and I just wanted to beat the child out of her. But instead I just told them that they need to get the FUCK out of my house before I killed them both. I told Josh that it was over and I never wanted to see him again. I also told Marla that if I ever saw her again, well, let's just hope that doesn't happen.

           You see, promises are shit. My father promised to love me, care for me, and raise me but that must have went out the window when I was ten years old because my father saw me as a woman that was meant to please him. He would sneak in my room whenever my mom was at work and he would touch me. He told me that this is what only the best daughter in the world would get but if I told anyone, I wound never be the best daughter again and everyone would hate me. He called it bragging and all of my friends would be jealous and never speak to me again. He would touch me for about three or four months before he wanted more. He would force me to do things, I didn't think was normal. He would rape me, maybe every other month just to make sure my mom wouldn't catch on.

           This went on until I was thirteen and started to really look into whether or not this was a normal thing. I then told my mom about it and it tore her apart. She said no one would really believe me unless I had proof but I was already ahead of her on that. I had video taped my bedroom every night around the usual day my father would be ready to "do me." My mom had went to work and I knew he was in one of his moods because they had just been arguing about how she never gives him head. So I knew he was coming for me. I set everything up and after it happened and he left my room, I replayed the tape and cried harder than I ever had.

          I knew this would devastate my mom but I had to tell her. And I knew she wouldn't want to believe it so I also told my best friend Marla. I sent the video to my email before showing my mom and it was a good thing because she deleted the video and told me that she is up for a big promotion and we didn't need a scandal like that. My mom is black; dad is white. So mom would say everyone would blame her for not being home, for being black and for not being a good mom. I cried and ran away that day. I went to the police with the video I saved and both my parents went to jail. I don't think they kept my mom there but I know she was fired from her job because I told the courts everything she said to me.

         I ended up living with my aunt who, thank the heavens, lived closer to my school so I wouldn't have to transfer and lose my bestie. When we were in high school, I met this boy named Jimmy Masters. He was so cute and sweet that a lot of girls wanted him. One day he asked me out and I was just over the moon about it. We dated for a month before he started asking to go further in our relationship. I was terrified. I wasn't ready for something as drastic as that, seeing my past and all that. He wouldn't let up and so I finally broke up with him. He took it bad and started dissing me in school; calling me a whore, saying I would put out whenever he wanted, I would blow the boys at the neighboring high school and that I was initially a bet that he made with the popular boys to get better into their crowd. I tried not to let it bother me at school but I would cry every night and have nightmares of my father coming back to hurt me.

       The only way I was able to survive high school was to study hard, and hang out with Marla as much as we could. She was the best everything to me. We would talk about everything and late at night we would make fun of all the chumps that wish they were with us. I would tell her all of my hopes and fears, my dreams of owning a top class business, everything. She dated a couple of guys but they never stuck around because she just wasn't really into them. So by the time we graduated, we were both boyfriend-less and living it up!

        When I went off to college, I just wanted a fresh start. Marla went to a different college than I did, but we would still get together and hang out. I met Josh at the end of my freshman year. He was absolutely the most amazing guy ever. He would be a complete gentleman; holding doors for me, pulling out my chair, make life fun and exciting. He never pressured me and when I told him what happened to me as a child and in high school, he never judged me. We started sleeping together maybe about six months after we met; I know what your thinking, "how did he manage to hold out?" Well we would do a lot of heavy petting, even a bit of oral towards the sixth month, but mostly we were both really busy with our studies.

           The night we decided to go all the way, he was so gentle with me that I cried afterwards. He kissed me so soft and slowly down my body. He massaged my breast, licking my nipples and sucking very tenderly. He told me that everything would be fine and that I was safe with him. His tongue traveled slowly across my belly, down to the top of my pussy where he would lay soft kisses. His hands and mouth were creating sweet havoc on my thighs and pussy. When his tongue reached my clit, I thought I would burst just from the sheer touch. Thoughts of my father and what he did to me never crossed my mind because my father was never gentle with me; he always took what he wanted then left.

            I felt his fingers slowly slip inside of me while his tongue brought me closer and closer to the edge. When I peaked, I screamed so loud I'm sure the next town over heard me. All he did was smile at me and positioned his body over mines. At that point I started to panic but Josh held me close and told me that I was safe, and that he promises to never hurt me. When his massive cock slid into my slick wet pussy, I held my breath. I was sure it would be excruciating but it felt really good. He would push all the way in and pull out slowly until we had a good rhythm going. By the time he started going faster, pumping in and out of me; I was ready to explode again. After we came, Josh held me closer to him as he rolled off of me and told me that he truly loved me and would never hurt me or leave me. I believed him.

Since that first night, our love making was always careful, slow, passionate and gentle. But I knew it had to be getting boring for him so I would start looking up different moves, positions, toys, whatever; just to keep my man interested and excited. By now we had been dating for two and half years. It was almost the end of our senior year in college and I was offered an internship at a small pharmaceutical company that I was hoping to either take over one day or gain enough skill and knowledge to start my own.

One beautiful evening, Josh took me out to dinner. I thought he was just really excited for me and happy that we were almost done with school; he just got a new promotion at the law firm that he had previously been the sexy mail delivery boy at. He got down on one knee and proposed saying, “Baby, I love you so much and you mean the world to me. I’m so happy that our lives are going somewhere great and I want to keep it going by asking you to be my wife.” I was over the moon and back. Here was this guy who loved me, was happy with who I am and what happened to me. So of course I said yes!

A few months later, I had moved into a slightly bigger apartment to accommodate both of our things. The internship was going well but there was an opening coming up soon and I was itching to snatch it up. I was so busy with work; trying to keep my boss happy, make friends with coworkers and make sure my work is beyond belief, that when Josh’s boss had an event that he really had to attend, I was unable to go. Marla was chilling with me while I went over some spread sheets when he asked me to go. I told him I couldn’t and I could see the disappointed looked on his face but before either of us could say anything, Marla offered to go. She said she wasn’t busy and wouldn’t mind scoping out the “hot lawyer guy” scene. We all laughed and said okay sounds like a plan.

This would happen quite often; Josh having an event that I was unable to attend and Marla stepping in to help him out. I would try to make it up to him as much as possible; in the bedroom, dinners at home and out, and I would give him wonderful massages. But I realized that my work was choking the life out of our relationship and his was doing the same. I knew one of us would have to give, so I quit my job and took a part time job closer to home. I wanted to be there for Josh more because I was starting to feel the distance between us and I didn’t want it anymore. He seemed a bit disappointed that I was around more but I told myself that he was probably upset that I had to push my dream back to help boost his more. Little did I know that that wasn’t the case at all.

 Now, here I am sitting on the floor in this awful apartment crying about everything. Why me? What did I do wrong? Why do I always get the bad end of the deal? I’m not one to sit around moping for too long because it will do nothing about the situation. So I took the sheets off the bed, and along with the mattress, and burned them in the back yard. I also took all of his clothes, put them in bags and put them in front of the building. Then I went to the furniture store and bought a new bed; I bought sheets and cleaning products. The landlord was due to come by and fix the central air today, that was also why I left work early, and when I got home, I cleaned the nasty bedroom, put up the new bed and chilled on the sofa with a glass of white wine while listening to some old school slow jams.

I decided to call my old boss; I had only quit a few weeks ago, and begged for my old job back to which she said yes. She wasn’t happy that I left; apparently I was her hardest worker and I left her high and dry but I was getting a pay cut for six months and would be getting double the work. I wasn’t too upset over that one! I was NOT giving Josh another chance nor was going to give him a chance to explain. What is there to explain? I wasn’t around much, that I could figure out on my own, and he wanted Marla because she was around. There is no need of forgiveness for him because you don’t promise to not hurt the one you love then hurt them over and over again. I get that I wasn’t around much but that’s not a free pass to fuck anyone you want.

I wasn’t going to forgive Marla either because you just don’t do that to family and I always thought of her as my family. That type of betrayal isn’t one that I would ever get over. Maybe, just maybe I would forgive her in my soul but I could never see nor talk to her again because I don’t mess with disgusting women and that is what she is. And to know that she is pregnant by him too! Oh man, it just keeps getting worse.

 So now I had the unfortunate task of telling my aunt that the wedding was off but I was grateful that only a small handful of people knew about the engagement since the wedding wasn’t truly planned and no invitations were made. Now to only focus on my life and my career. Never again shall I believe in people who make promises. They lie to you and never keep them. If I make a promises, I know I would only promise something I could absolutely guarantee. Maybe I would give love a chance again but not now and not in the near future. I can’t mess up my dreams for a man who would hurt me again; wither it be through physical or emotional abuse. Never can I truly let someone into my soul because I know they will not stick around.

 I know a lot of people believe that life shouldn’t be lived that way but I do. I don’t need friends because they end up hurting you more than anyone ever could and I don’t need a lasting relationship unless he is okay with me not giving my all to it. My heart and soul has been through the ringer enough for one lifetime and now I just want to cruise on by, start my own company and make it big, then sit back and watch the world go ‘round. There is a cute guy in my building that has a nice ass and if the outline of his cock in those jeans are any indication…well…maybe I’ll take a small vacation before I start my old job again, take him with me if he’s interested, and laze around fucking until we’re so worn out that it would be a miracle if we ever get out of bed and walk again.