Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Dracula

T here was something about a beautiful woman that drew attention. It didn’t take much, a flick of the hair, or eyelash flutter and people would flock their way. It was an unbeatable law of attraction. Like steel balls being pulled towards a magnet. Everyone wanted to bask in the light of something beautiful.

Take Janice, for example. She had that perfect hourglass figure and a nice firm ass that swayed when she walked down the street. She wasn’t the smartest–otherwise she wouldn’t have talked to me online–but she was gorgeous.

Her long blonde hair with the right amount of curl and big bright almost innocent blue eyes were all people saw. It was also all she had going for her. She didn’t really need anything else. With a body like that, Janice could get a man to do just about anything. And she knew it.

Well, most men.

I pointed my fork at Janice’s untouched plate. “Is there a problem with the fish?”

“Please let me go.” She blubbered.

See, now that was just rude. I went through a lot of trouble to prepare this meal for her. I cooked her favorite bluefin tuna, with a side Spanish rice, and I spent an hour setting up the romantic ambiance. A trail of rose petals from the door leading to a nice candle-lit table. I even had David Kushner’s ‘Daylight ‘playing in the background, which was her favorite song.

And how did she repay me? With streams of tears and choked out pleas.

No matter how many eons I walked this earth, humanity’s lack of appreciation never failed to amaze me.

I suppose that was just how people like Janice were. It was all about them. She was beautiful and therefore the world should bow down at her feet. Until someone like me came along. The only thing that trumped a woman like her was a man like me.

Why did people find this new age full of gadgets and wonders so difficult to survive in? In the 32 years I’d been awake, I had accumulated various business and patens that made me one of the richest men in the world. Yet men spent their lives in mediocre trades making barely enough to make ends meet. Perhaps technology dulled human’s intelligence?

“Please, let me make you happy.” Janice sniffed back a sob and made a horrid attempt at batting her eyelashes. “I know you like me.”

No, I did not like her. In fact I found her vapid and incredibly annoying. She, however was entranced with me. All women were. Not only did I have a supernatural allure, but I had the dark hair, light eyes, and cut abs that so many of the fairer sex fantasized about. Plus I knew how to fuck. Nothing tasted quite as sweet as the ecstasy of a beautiful woman. Except for maybe her fear and blood.

So, no, Janice could not make me happy. I was a God. She was just pretty.

“Please Mark, just let me go.”

The fact that she was still calling me by the name I gave her online was a testament to her stupidity? My face was plastered all over the news. Crane Corp was the leading tech company in the world. I couldn’t walk into a store without someone whispering my name.

I sighed and shook my head. “You’re ruining dinner, Janice.”

Look at her. Mascara was running down her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. It was fucking pathetic.

“You’re a mess.” I tossed a napkin her way. “Wipe your face.”

“Please,” she blubbered again. “I won’t say anything.”

That was a lie. I broke into her house, raped her, and tied her to the dining room chair. Of course she was going to say something. I knew how this game went. Not to mention, I didn’t spend all that time talking to her online to just let her go. She had her meal, and I wanted mine.

The scent of her fear was intoxicating. It was everything I could do just to block the sound of her thundering pulse from my ears. I liked to play with my food, and oh did I play with her. I’d been messing with sweet Janice online for months now. The things she did on camera just to keep my attention would make the most experienced whores blush. Not once did I have to use my compulsion. Perhaps that was why it took me so long to get to this point.

It was the same old song every time. Find someone I hungered for – typically a woman – gaze into her eyes and feed. It was boring. The birth of the internet changed that. I could approach women without them falling at me feet and fawning over me. Finally I had a challenge.

One thing I learned was that women like Janice didn’t enjoy being ignored. Although she was pretty easy compared to some of the others. I only had to blow her off once before she begged for me to come back. First it was the I miss you messages, then came the pictures, but I knew I had her with the first video. That’s when my game really started.

“Ple—”

My palm flew through the air, cutting Janice’s plea off. Her face jerked to side as a trickle of blood dripped from her lip.

I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in to wrap my mouth around that succulent drop. One taste and my entire body lit up. Power coursed through my veins as need pulled fangs down from my gums. But it wasn’t time yet.

Reigning the beast in, I tore myself away and snarled, “Eat your fucking food!”

So I could eat mine.

This time Janice’s shaky hand reached out to carefully pick up her fork, allowing me to return to my meal. The books and tales of my kind had many things wrong, including what we could ingest. Human food and drink didn’t do anything to sustain us. That didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy it.

I stabbed a piece of tuna, popped it in my mouth, and hummed at the savory blend of spices while Janice continued to sob.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I was bored.”

It was just as simple as that. I didn’t have a reason or anything against Janice or the other girls. I did it because it amused me. Watching them degrade themselves in whatever way I wanted was a power trip. They fucked who I told them to fuck. Said what I told them to say, and begged me to do it again. Not because of what I was or some magical allure that brain raped them. But because I convinced them too.

None of that compared to this moment. The day when we met, and I took what I wanted. The look on their face was priceless. This new age truly was a wonder. Monsters didn’t exist, except in movies and tales. A great many people didn’t even believe in God anymore. Humanity had turned their back on everything that used to keep them safe. They were nothing more than lambs for the slaughter now.

Janice’s big blue eyes filled with more tears as her chin quivered. “You don’t have to hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

My dick twitched as a spark of hope bloomed in her eyes.

Ah, the falsities people will tell themselves.

“Will you now?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I’ll do anything.”

I didn’t think she could top the six guy gang-bang. Even I was surprised she agreed to that one. None of us knew who any of the guys were. I told her to go out and fuck the first six men she saw on the street, which was exactly what she did. And all because the rich eligible bachelor she’d only talked to online had a voyeur fetish. How pathetic was that? I didn’t have any such fetish. I just wanted to see if she would do it.

“Please, Mark…”

I cut her off. “Drake.”

If she was going to beg me, then she may as well use my real name. Well, what was my name now, that is.

“What?”

“My name is Drake. Not Mark.”

Was she really surprised that someone she met online gave her a fake name?

“Okay.” She sucked back a sob. “Drake… please give me a chance. I can make you happy.”

Again with the happy thing. Janice may be able to amuse me for a minute, but she couldn’t make me happy. I didn’t get happy, or sad, or angry, or anything else really. The only emotion I’d ever felt was aroused and hungry. Those urges never seemed to be satisfied. I’d fuck anyone, at anytime, anywhere. Willing or not, although I preferred the not. Hence why I was hard right now.

“Please.” she begged again.

I bit down on another piece of fish and let my eyes dip down to Janice’s cleavage. Her creamy, supple flesh was stained with dried blood and tears. Now that was a thing of beauty. I suppose one more game wouldn’t hurt.

“Fuck yourself with the champagne bottle.”

Her eyes rounded into wide saucers. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She looked at the glass neck of the bottle, then back at me. “Will you let me go if I do?”

No.

“There’s only one way to find out.” I slid the champagne closer so she could reach it. Her torso was bound to the chair, which didn’t give her a lot of room.

The possibility of freedom was all she needed. Janice tentatively reached out and picked it up.

“Ah,” I stopped her when she dipped the bottle under the table. “Hang on.”

Pushing my chair back, I stood up and flicked open a knife. I could’ve used my claws, or simply tore her bindings off, but there was something about a blade that made people panic. Which was exactly what Janice did.

She attempted to jerk away and spat out, “What are you doing?”

“I can’t see anything with you tied to the chair.” I leaned over Janice’s shoulder and sliced through the duct tape binding her. “Now can I?”

She thought about running. I saw that desperate look in her eyes when she glanced at the door. But she stayed where she was. She wasn’t a complete imbecile after all.

“Up here.” I patted my palm on the table.

She obeyed and sat down on the wooden surface.

I found it fascinating how hope could make people do things they normally wouldn’t. One small possibility of getting away and they completely disregarded their instincts. Honestly in this scenario running was Janice’s best option. The chances of her making it out the door before I caught her were miniscule at best, but there was still a chance. I may even give her a head start.

I sat back down and watched as Janice put her feet on the table and inserted the tip of the bottle into her pussy. Her movements were careful and slow. Too slow for my liking.

Leaning back in the chair, I let out a sigh. “I said fuck yourself, Janice, not bore me to death.”

Her brows knit as she pushed the bottle deeper. “It’s uncomfortable.”

“Well, I could fuck you with this instead.” I held up my 9mm.

A gun was something I again didn’t need, other than for the visual effect. It was an impressive invention however. I’d used it a few times.

The threat of being shot was enough to get Janice going. She pumped the bottle in and out, causing the champagne inside to slosh about.

“That’s better.”

It didn’t take too Janice for her to get into it. She started letting out moans that I was pretty sure were fake, but she put on a good show. Back arched, eyes rolled in the back of her head, and heavy pants. The porn industry would be proud, which was another invention I was astounded by. Apparently humans had also let go of their modesty.

Unfortunately, for Janice I didn’t like fake.

I ate the last bite of my tuna while she continued to fuck herself, then stood up.

“Well Janice, it’s been fun.”

She didn’t see the knife until it was sliding across her throat. Her hands flew up in a desperate attempt to stop the bleed, as she fell back and gurgled. I bent down and sunk my teeth into her flesh, gulping back delicious mouthfuls of her life essence.

When she was on the verge of death, I stood up smiled down at her as her blood dripping off my chin. Then I pulled out my cock out and jerked off to the various emotions flashing across her face. First it was shock, desperation, then dread, and finally acceptance as I slammed into her cunt and blew my load, while the life slipped out of her body.

This right here, the feel of her walls squeezing around my shaft in death throes while her body jerked and blood spilled on the floor. This final moment was the only time I felt something. It was the only time I felt alive.

Janice was like an appetizer infighting me need to feed. When I was done here, I would leave and find another. Because despite what the world thought, monsters did exist. And we were all ravenous.