Vampire's Nest, Monica A [best autobiographies to read .TXT] 📗

thankful that I had shaved my legs this morning.

Sebastian stayed in the bar most of the night. I found it interesting that most of the other vamps kept their distance from him as he surveyed his kingdom from a red leather booth at the back of the bar. I tried not to look over at him, but when I couldn’t help myself I saw him scowling back at me. I wondered briefly if he could be taken to court for bullying in the workplace.

“Fuck, here he comes,” muttered Jessie, the only other regular human working in the bar. “No offense new girl, but I’m calling ‘not it’ on this one,” and the tall brunette quickly positioned herself at the other end of the bar where the vamp customers were only too happy to entertain her.

I watched with interest as the crowded room parted for the Master to walk through towards the bar. He certainly had a commanding presence with his imposing height and build, and the evil oozing from every pore didn’t hurt either. More than a few of the females in the room were particularly interested in watching him strut his stuff.

“Sascha, please pour me a vodka,” he asked with his smooth alluring voice. I considered for a brief moment of pouring him Russian, then my better judgement told me not to be suicidal. I poured him a large serve of Absolute over ice. He took it from my hand and made me cringe involuntarily when his fingers touched mine. “Do I make you nervous?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“Yes,” was my honest reply. This seemed to please him and thankfully, he returned to his booth and left me alone for the remainder of

the night.

 

 

*****

 

At a quarter to four in the morning, I was physically exhausted. The vamps could hold their drink better than normal people could and so I barely had a chance to think, let alone be worried that I was one of only a few normal humans in the room. Apart from lots of fantastic tips and promises of seeing me again the next night, the patrons were very well behaved towards me. The busy work took my mind of what I had agreed to do at the end of the night.

 

I could put it off no longer, as I could find nothing else to clean. I had already gone over the bar three times with disinfectant and cleaned the glass of the beer fridge twice in an attempt to delay the inevitable. I decided it was just best to get it over with. Even though I was scared as all hell about what was going to happen. I should have made him elaborate on what ‘submit’ meant. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I turned off the glass washer and slowly made my way out back to the staff quarters. There was no one left except the vampire and me.

“Would you like to sit down?” he spoke low and calmly, his blonde hair a little dishevelled, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. If he was attempting to put me at ease, it wasn’t working. He motioned for me to sit on the large sofa against the wall opposite his desk.

I shook my head and steadily backed up against the closed door. I was not ready for this, definitely not ready for him. I had heard that it was impossible for vampires to take blood without having sex, it was part of their programming or something, my friend Rebecca had told me. She also said that once you have had a vampire, normal guys seem pathetic, so a normal relationship was practically impossible.

He locked my eyes in his icy blue stare as he stepped over to me, taking off his shirt to reveal an earth shatteringly hard physique. He

sensed my trepidation and said, “I feel more comfortable doing it this way.”

“Well as long as one of us does,” I half laughed nervously. The idea of him sucking on my neck and drinking my blood was one thing, but the idea of him being half-naked while doing it was slowly creeping over the line I had drawn about what I would or would not do to help out a friend.

As he leaned over me, I started to shake a little as his breath hit my ear. “Just relax, I won’t hurt you. Well...not too much” I could sense him grinning before I felt his mouth on the most sensitive part of my neck towards the base near my shoulder. He pressed his body hard against mine with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand pinning me to the door. He stayed like that for a few silent moments; just breathing onto my neck and making me feel giddy with fear and lust as his warm breath danced along my skin. I casually let my hands steady myself against his waist, which he seemed to appreciate because he followed my movement with a slight push with his hips against me. I felt utterly trapped by the vampire when the slight graze of his teeth against me turned into a painful bite.

I momentarily screamed from the pain and shock of the invasion, but the pain soon subsided and I was left with a weird pulling feeling against my neck. The vampire caressed my back and held me in place, which I was grateful for as I felt like I couldn’t stand unaided anymore. I could feel his erection against my stomach, which he slowly grinded into me in unison with the taking of my blood. The closeness of Sebastian, his perfect body pressed against me and this very intimate act caused a desire to build within me. I wanted this man, this vampire, since the first moment I saw him but I was certainly not the kind of girl to act on impulse.

Yet my traitorous hands moved slowly along his smooth skin, drawing him closer to me. My body was responding to his and I was suddenly aware that my breasts were aching and my nipples were fighting the fabric of my corset.

As if he could sense my desire, Sebastian pulled the laces of the corset free and pushed it down past my hips revealing my breasts. “Hmm, that’s better” he moaned as he pressed my naked chest firmly against his own. I was too out of it from blood loss and so filled with desire that I

couldn’t stop him. His mouth was as hot as fire on my neck again, but this time there was no gentle pulling, he was kissing me. While my brain was registering the sudden change from sucking to kissing, the vampire started to coax my thighs apart with his own so that I was practically straddling his leg. This was such a strange sensation for me. I was so light headed that it took a moment to register that his large smooth hands were slowly caressing my eager breasts.

This was all happening too suddenly. One minute I am letting this man who is practically a stranger suck my blood and now I am letting him go where only a couple of brave souls have gone before. My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of low groans, then I realised to my horror that they were mine.

Sebastian stopped his wonderful kisses on my neck and studied my face with his cold eyes, which seemed to be sparkling from the exertion.

His gaze watching my lips for what seemed like forever. I was desperate for him to kiss me, to feel the warmth of his mouth on my own, but to to let him would be to give up my pretensions of not wanting this man. This drop dead sexy and powerful vampire could have anyone he wanted at any time he chose, and I certainly didn’t want to be just another chic desperate to give it up to him.

I wanted him to force me into submission, so I could at least tell myself I resisted him. I quickly chased that thought away as the delusions of someone who had lost too much blood. I had to get out of this situation before I would do something I would regret.

The Vampire let me push him away and I pulled the corset back up to cover my nakedness. I had to keep one hand to hold it up as I looked for my discarded bag. He said nothing as he held it up with a finger. I reached for it but he pulled it out of my reach. My senses were now slowly starting to come back and I felt embarrassed and ashamed at what I had just done; what I had allowed him to do. I yanked my bag out of his hand and ignored the bemused look on his face. I turned from him and quickly pulled out my t-shirt and put it on over the loose corset. The evil vampire chuckled; I deciding it was the blood loss that made me enjoy him, and want to do unspeakable things to him.

He let me leave without a word.

 

 

*****

 

The next night I avoided his gaze as much as I could, yet he seemed to delight in tormenting me. He came over to my end of the bar a few times to order his vodka, despite the fact that there were plenty of waiters on the floor servicing the booths. He smirked with his perfectly full lips each time our hands touched as I passed him his drink, resulting in a deep blush on my face. He was taunting me on purpose.

“What the hell did you do to the Master last night,” Chloe whispered into my ear as I past her to get more whisky from the storeroom.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said defensively.

She raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows as if I was obviously lying. “Everyone knows you were with him last night, and he hasn’t been the same since. He’s sort of...not pleasant, but not completely horrible either.”

“Well I left as soon as my work was done, so I have no idea about that,” I lied. The last thing I wanted was to be labelled another one of Sebastian’s conquests to all his staff. I just had to get through tonight and then I could go back to my normal, boring, vampire free life.

Towards the end of the night, the crowd started to thin out and I had time to breath. Jessie came over to polish glasses near me. She was a nice girl and I welcomed her friendliness. “Hey, I heard you refused the Master last night. Is that true?” She whispered as she put a glass on the shelves above me.

I turned my back to the bar and whispered back, “he drank my blood and I went home.”

She looked at me with a curious expression, “but you didn’t have sex with him?” She asked.

“No.”

“There is no way you could have refused him, I mean, have you seen him,” she questioned.

“He’s not ugly, but Sebastian just doesn’t do it for me, infact the thought of him being close to me makes me feel repulsed. Sorry to disappoint you,” I lied.

Jessie let out a little ‘eep’ and quickly turned and fled to the other side of the bar and I didn’t have to turn around to know why. Standing on the other side of the bar was one pissed off vampire. If I thought his stare was cold before, now it was positively icy.

 

 

 

*****

 

 

At three thirty am, I was back in his office.

I had made him angry, that was clear. His eyes were filled with that anger as he came towards me in a rush. In an instant he was kissing me, really, absolutely kissing me. He wasn’t taking his time or being polite, this time he was possessing me. His tongue forced itself into my mouth and assaulted mine to submit to him. He tasted sweet and spicy and was pure heaven. I was roused from