Stefan Casavetes lay face up on his bed, naked, his arms folded behind his perfectly shaped head, waiting for the hour of darkness to arrive. The bare bedroom walls, and ceiling were painted black to darken the room during the day. There were no photographs, paintings, or mirrors. Silence permeated the cold, unembellished room.
It had been almost a full week since he had tasted the blood of a beautiful young virgin. The innocent ones were the victims he craved, and desired the most. Tonight he wanted one pure in thought, and physically untouched by lustful hands, the most delicious of Earth’s lovely, sensual creatures. Stefan could taste, smell, and feel her in his mind. Young, virtuous, pure ones, smelled, and tasted so much better than the others. He was becoming aroused.
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Being a handsome, dark haired young man, with alluring green eyes, and a perfect body, made the quest much easier. The exquisite creatures easily fell into his charming web of deceit, and brutality. The lovelies were all sexually mesmerized by the beast of the night. Stefan portrayed a young vampire sex god perfectly. As a lover he was magnificent. As a sadistic killer he was flawless. Every single detail of his conquests fell effortlessly into place, like a magician's puzzle.
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As he stood under an ancient oak tree, near midnight, smoking an expensive English cigarette, he caught a first glimpse of his gorgeous victim. From a hundred feet away he could smell her innocence. She was an Aphrodite of the night, walking towards him, with a body of a devil's angel, and the sanctity of a naive virgin. His thirst for blood was too intense to wait until after he had hours long passionate sex with her, artfully deflowering her beautiful lotus blossom, before sucking the blood from her young body.
This encounter would be a brief one. Stephan licked his full lips and fangs. He could already taste her.
“Excuse me young lady, haven't I seen you before? It's hard to forget a woman as beautiful as you.” She was captivating. A perfect face, body, and smile. Her skin was a radiant pearl white, with a smooth flawless quality to it. Her lips were cherry red, and she was blessed with long, silky raven hair. What most tempted him was her luminous, emerald green eyes. She was his most perfect victim ever. As much as he wanted to enjoy the feel of her soft skin against his, and taste her body, Stefan's urge for blood was too strong to wait any longer.
“I don't think so. My name is Alexandria. She was instantly mesmerized by his smile, and sensual gray eyes. He sensed she had already fallen under his spell. All women wanted what Stefan had to give them. If that meant giving up their virginity to a total stranger, they didn't care.
Deep, emotional feelings stripped away her virtuous nature, weakening her knees, and making her lean body shiver in anticipation.
Alexandria wanted him to be her first. If that made her dirty, so be it.
“Alexandria…. I love your name.” He inhaled the sweet vanilla odor of her body cream.
“My name is Stefan Casavetes. I'm just out for my evening walk through the park. At midnight, I'm usually a solitary stroller. I like it that way.” Looking deep into her eyes, she melted.
Stefan's next move was bold, but it rarely failed. He touched her face, and moved his hand gently down a velvet cheek, and onto her neck. Her body quivered. This was the first time she had felt so good, yet helpless. Was this really happening. She didn't want it to end.
He traced her lips with his strong fingers, and put one in her mouth. She licked it and moaned. Alexandria’s inhibitions vanished, and she was eagerly ready to give into his sexual prowess over her. Stefan knew the foolish little creature had stepped into his trap.
Pulling her up against his warm body, he kissed the lush wanton lips deeply, holding her cheeks firmly in his strong hands. She didn't want him to stop. The aggressiveness of her wet tongue, rolling around in his mouth, excited him. He desperately wanted her body, but it wasn’t going to happen. The craving for blood was too strong.
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Alexandria was moving her body up and down against his. As she began touching him, her moans became louder. He glanced around the park. They were alone.
Stephan ran his tongue up and down her delicious neck, and she loved it.
His mouth opened wide, exposing his sharp fangs, reflecting small glints of moonlight.
He bit down hard on her soft skin, the blood began flowing inside of him. Ecstasy consumed him. She didn't stop moaning, and had no desire to resist. Her sexual urges were exploding. She was close to the edge. A final gasp, and a whimper, and the limp body fell into his arms. Alexandria was dead.
After satisfying his need for innocence, Stefan let her body fall to the ground.
He licked the blood off his fangs, then turned, and walked away. Stefan Casavetes' night of hunting was over.
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