Chapter 1

1998

I was 19 years old and going to my first concert: Type O Negative.

It was the late 90s and as grunge was dying there was a brief upswing in Goth music. Dark movies like the Crow and Interview with the Vampire were all the rage (we’ll come back to that one later). I was on my first summer break from college. I wasn’t a huge industrial music fan, but Type O was good and I really dug girls in dark eyeliner and boots at that time.

Boy that was a mistake.

A few hours into the show, I was in the middle of the mob of people in front of the crowd when I felt something behind me. Now, that sounds pretty obvious since there were several thousand people behind me, but this was different.

I didn’t trust my instincts then, but then again, I was just a stupid, girl crazy 19 year old college guy. Instincts were something that would take years to develop, even if I had stayed totally human.

A cold shiver ran up and down my spine.

I shook for a moment and then brushed the feeling off.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It seemed soft, not like a big guy trying to push me out of the way.

I turned around quickly, but kept my hands down as not to appear threatening. I wasn’t a big guy and I didn’t need to start a fight with someone for no reason.

As I turned around, I saw her for the first time. If I’d have known any better, I would have just gone back to watching the stage.

The first thing that I noticed about Liz was her eyes. I’d never seen eyes so dark before. The fact that she had pools of black in the middle of her eyeballs should have been a sign that something was off with her. But, the rest of her body was smoking hot and there were several thousand people at this concert with fake contact lenses so I figured that she was just another girl playing dress up.

She had long hair, almost to her waist. It was red, but the darkest shade of red I’d ever seen without being black. I learned a term later ‘ox blood’ and knowing what I know now, damn that was fitting.

Being a normal straight male, my eyes flashed up and down her body. She was thin and pale, like hundreds of other girls in the arena. Just like most of the crowd she was in a tight white tank top, skirt and boots. She was a Goth girl incarnate and I was eating it up.

“See anything you like?” She purred, cocking her head to the side and giving me a slight grin. Her dark red lips parted ever so slightly and I caught a glance of her white teeth.

Her voice was pure seduction.

I’d never heard anything like that in my life, then or now. It pierced into your skull the way that nails on a chalkboard would make your brain hurt and your teeth grind.

Only, this sound affected my OTHER head.

I’m ashamed to say that to this day it still does.

I struggled for words.

I wasn’t a virgin, but wasn’t particularly smooth with the ladies. My mouth fell open but nothing came out.

Her smile grew a bit bigger.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Scott.” I squeaked, my voice cracking.

“You’re adorable. You’ll do.” Her grin broke open.

She reached forward and grabbed my wrist. Without another word, she turned around and pulled me through the crowd.

To this day, I don’t know how we made it out of the concert, or to her house.

I want to believe that she teleported us but even after being a vampire for 20 years, I’ve never heard of anyone with that sort of power.

I still don’t know how old Liz was, so maybe she did. More likely though, I was just too busy staring at her ass to pay any attention to anything else.

Regardless of if it was magic or my laser focus on her tight rear end, we ended up in a large house on the outside of town. If I had been paying more attention, the flags would have started to go off.

The house seemed to be pretty new, but every window had a cover on it.

I wasn’t bothered by a room that was dedicated for sex, but the rings attached to the floor with ropes hanging off of them should have been a sign that I was getting in over my head.

“You should be taking off your clothes now.” Liz said as she left me standing in the middle of the room.

I quickly pulled off my shirt and glanced over to see her lighting a variety of candles on a table in the corner. I walked up behind her and started to wrap my arms around her waist.

She spun around faster than anyone I’d ever seen before.

“I don’t like people behind me.” She said sternly.

I started to take a step backwards.

“So, doggy is out?” I stammered.

Instead of answering, Liz slammed both of her hands into my chest, which knocked me off my feet and sent me into the middle of the bed. She climbed on top of me and grabbed hold of one of my wrists.

Too stunned by her actions to resist, I watched as she lifted my arm up over my head and quickly wrapped one of the ropes around it.

“Uhm, so you’re into kinky stuff I take it?” I mumbled.

Liz’s smirk got bigger.

“You could say that.” She replied, grabbing my other hand and binding it.

“What’s your name anyway?” I asked.

“I prefer Mistress or Queen, but it might be too early for that.” She grinned, sitting upright and looking down at me.

“Uhm, yeah. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“What, sex? Dear God I hope you’re not a virgin.” She asked, her eyebrow going up.

“No, I’ve had sex. Just not, you know, kinky stuff.” I said in an unsteady voice.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry. I promise, I’m going to do all sorts of things to you that you’ve never done before.” She replied in a voice dripping with sex.

My jeans tented instantly.

“You might even survive.” She grinned.

I watched as she tore off her shirt, revealing braless, pierced breasts.

They were small, but rock hard.

She leaned over me, hanging them above my face.

“You wanna taste?” She teased.

“Uh huh.” I replied.

“Say please.” She replied, grinding her hips down against my crotch.

I let out a groan as the weight of her body pushed against my straining equipment. Liz leaned down and pressed her nipple against my lips. I opened my mouth but Liz quickly pulled away.

“Say please.” She grinned.

“Please.” I croaked.

“Please, my Mistress.” Liz corrected.

“Please my Mistress.” I panted.

Liz let out a laugh and pressed her pink nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting the metal of the barbell.

“Good boy. Bite it.” Liz ordered, raking her fingers through my scalp.

I bit down a little, feeling my teeth press into her tender flesh.

“Harder!” She demanded, pulling on my hair.

I closed my mouth down with more force and Liz pulled backwards. I could feel her skin stretch slightly.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” Liz hissed, tossing her head back.

I could feel the weight of her body increasing the pressure against my teeth.

Frightened that I’d damage her, I opened my mouth.

Liz fell backwards.

“Fuck, just when it was getting good!” Liz growled.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little pain. Pain can be fun.” Liz grinned.

I could feel my heart racing as Liz slid down my body and reached for my belt. She easily slid my jeans down and extracted my member.

“Not bad.” She commented as she swallowed it.

I’d had head before, but nothing had prepared me for this. She didn’t so much suck it as she attacked it. She yanked and jerked on it hard enough that I thought it would come off. I moaned and cried for mercy, but Liz didn’t understand that word.

“You ready for the ride of your life, Scotty?” Liz asked.

I dearly hated being called Scotty.

She didn’t give me a chance to answer.

She flipped up her skirt and then she mounted me.

I thought that her mouth game was good.

I was in for something else.

Liz didn’t have sex.

I was simply a tool for her to masturbate herself with.

She rode me hard, bending her body backwards and forwards on top of me. She moved like a wild woman possessed by Satan himself, occasionally leaning over me and raking her nails on my chest.

“SHIT!!” I screamed.

I looked down to see long, red marks appearing on my skin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Scotty. Am I too much for you?” Liz taunted.

“That fucking hurt!” I exclaimed.

“Poor thing.” She teased, though her distinct lack of empathy was crystal clear.

“Shit, I’m fucking bleeding!” I cried watching as a tiny trickle of blood came from one of the scratches.

“Let me kiss it all better.” Liz grinned.

Before I could reply, Liz leaned down and slowly drug her tongue over my chest, tracing the deep scratch.

My mouth fell open as Liz sat up, licking her lips.

“Yummy.” She grinned.

“Oh my God.” I whispered.

“God has nothing to do with this, but I told you that you can call me Goddess.” Liz grinned.

I don’t know how long we had sex.

In that room, time had lost all meaning.

It quickly became apparent that Liz was less than interested in my pleasure and entirely focused on hers. Being tied to the floor, I was just along for the ride. Liz had a way of bringing me just to the edge of release and then pulling back. I cried out in frustration but that just turned her on more.

Finally, Liz threw her head back and let out a scream of pleasure. She clamped down hard enough on me to cause me to grunt in pain as her fluids washed over me.

I was completely covered in sweat.

She looked down at me, her devilish grin on full display.

“Well that was fun. I think it’s time for a snack.” She said.

“Great. I’m dying here.”

“Funny choice of words there Scotty.” Liz smiled. As her lips opened, I could see fangs appear in her mouth.

I opened my mouth to scream, but with a speed I’d never seen in a human before, Liz leaned down and clamped her mouth on my neck.

I let out a brief cry as I felt her fangs pierce into my skin.

It was painful, but the endorphins that my body released made that sensation extremely complex.

Many years later when I’d meet willing human donors, most of them explained to me that the release of those mood chemicals were a big part of the reason that they were willing to be a snack for vampires.

I yanked against my ropes, but Liz shoved me back down onto the bed with surprising strength. I thrashed around as I tried to dislodge the slender girl but she held onto me like a rabid dog as she drank.

Eventually I could feel myself weaken.

“There you go, that’s a good boy.” Liz said, lifting up as I collapsed onto the bed.

My vision began to go dark, but I could see Liz’s black eyes had turned to a nearly translucent yellowish color. A line of blood ran down both corners of her mouth.

“Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch. Crazy fucking bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I gasped softly.

Liz’s laugh rang in my ears. I watched as she stuck her finger in her mouth and bit down.

“You’re spunky. I like you. I’m going to keep you around for a while.” Liz said with a chuckle.

Just before my lights went out, Liz shoved her finger into my mouth. The fluid had a thick, metallic flavor to it.

Then I passed out.

I was lucky that way, though it wasn’t because Liz was feeling generous. But, I was basically unconscious for my transformation.

Many others were not so lucky.

Still, being barely coherent only did so much to shield me from the pain.