Vampires
Title: Prompt 13: Vampires
Author:
carmexgirl
Rating: pg-13
Summary: From
hanuueshe's prompt table. Yeah, I went with the obvious. Bite me.
A/N: No sex and no Carmexboy makes Carmexgirl write Crack!fic.
Matthew van Parkman stepped into the rickety carriage, and shut the door. It shuddered into life, as the horses made their way through cobblestone streets, their hooves clacking as they went. As the carriage made its up the narrow bridleway to the imposing castle on the hill, van Parkman thought back to what had caused him to be here.
There had been a number of strange deaths in town, and mysterious stories of the walking dead. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but upon being taken to see a body exhumed, only to have said body get up and try to attack the surgeon, well even he could see there was something funny going on. The trail led to the castle, and its reclusive owner, of whom it seemed no one knew much at all.
“Driver my good man” he said to the skeletal like figure currently whipping the horses, “What do you know of the castle on the hill.”
“Why sir, that is the castle of the mysterious Count Suresh-ula. A well educated but reclusive gentleman.”
“Count Suresh-ula? That’s an unusual name.”
“Yeah. He’s foreign. We don’t like to talk about it.”
“And what do you know of Suresh-ula.”
“Only that he sleeps in a coffin, he likes drinking blood, and isn’t really fond of the ladies.”
“Oh really?” Van Parkman’s curiosity was piqued; he had to investigate further.
The carriage finally arrived at its destination. The wind howled around the castle, causing the horses to rear and whinny like scared horses. Van Parkman alighted from the cabin, and instantly the driver sped off, horses in tow.
He knocked gingerly on the door of the castle, and it swung open. The old maid, Mrs van Petrelli stared at him with her cold, dead eyes.
“Excuse me, fair maiden, but I was wondering if you could spare a bed for a weary traveller? I’ve been travelling for quite some time, and I am rather freezing my nipples off.”
“Yes sir. You can have the room next to the count. He’s just eating his dinner.”
She led Von Parkman into a large dining hall, where he caught sight of the count for the first time. He was definitely foreign, van Parkman observed, with a very pleasant countenance. Very pleasant. Quite striking in fact. His hair was as dark as his eyes, and his teeth shone pearly white. Van Parkman could see that his canine teeth were unusually long, and seemed to jut out slightly over his bottom lip. He was wearing a black suit, with an unusual blood-red lining. He looked up as Matt approached, eyes seemingly boring into his soul.
“So you must be van Parkman.” Said Count Suresh-ula, licking his lips. His accent was the most perfect British accent he had ever heard. Really, you would never have guessed he was foreign at all. “I have heard a lot about you and your investigations. Are you here to investigate me, sir?” He smiled wickedly, and licked his lips again.
“Well sir, you are indeed an enigma. Most of the townspeople don’t even know you exist.”
“Oh they know. They just don’t approve. You see, I lead a very alternative lifestyle.”
Matt observed the food on his plate - there was no meat there. Something like that would certainly arouse suspicion. “So I gather sir. Well, I like to think I am little more open minded than your usual peasant.”
“I can tell.” His beady eyes ran over van Parkman’s ample form, and he licked his lips again. “You are certainly very different to anyone I have encountered before. Stay a while, so we may get to know each other better.”
“Unfortunately sir, I have had a very long journey and I need to get some rest. However, who knows what the morning may bring?” He rubbed his neck, slightly nervous at the way the count was staring at it.
“Indeed” said the count, “Who knows?”
Van Parkman retired to bed, but found he had little inclination to sleep. The way the count had stared at him had aroused strange feeling in him. It was as if he was being held under a spell. He tossed and turned, but could not shake the sensation that he was being watched. The room suddenly went very cold, and he felt as though he could feel someone breathing on his neck. Barely daring to open his eyes, he opened his eyes. What he saw made him leap back in fright. There was Count Suresh-ula, sitting staring over him with wonder. His canine teeth seemed to have grown larger, and through the strange half-light coming though the window, van Parkman could just make out the slightest bulge in his trousers.
“Why Count Suresh-ula, what ever are you doing in here?”
“Enjoying the view, van Parkman. Savouring my meal.”
“What on earth to you mean by that?”
“Oh your skin, van Parkman. Your skin is as pale as alabaster - I want it for my own. I can hear your heart beating, pumping that delicious blood around your body. And what a body, van Parkman. What a body! I want to touch you, and bite you, and suck that wonderful blood from your beautiful neck.”
Van Parkman stared at the count, and felt himself getting very aroused. “I’m sure there’s something else you can suck that is far more preferable to blood.” He said, before throwing off the bed clothes to reveal his desire. The count stared at his erect cock, at first confused. “Pretend it’s a neck, and you’re sucking the blood from it” Said van Parkman. “No teeth though. I’m not into any of that.”
The count took him in his mouth, and started sucking noisily. He moved up and down the shaft, face lighting up when the salty taste of precum entered his mouth. He moved up and down, playing with van Parkman’s balls and moaning in delight. Soon van Parkman was shouting expletives as he came, with the count swallowing all that he could, savouring every last drop, unwilling to let the precious organ fall from his mouth.
As they lay back in the bed, van Parkman turned to the count and smiled. “Now, how does that compare to sucking blood?”
“Mmmm…. Much better.”
Author:
carmexgirl
Rating: pg-13
Summary: From
hanuueshe's prompt table. Yeah, I went with the obvious. Bite me.
A/N: No sex and no Carmexboy makes Carmexgirl write Crack!fic.
Matthew van Parkman stepped into the rickety carriage, and shut the door. It shuddered into life, as the horses made their way through cobblestone streets, their hooves clacking as they went. As the carriage made its up the narrow bridleway to the imposing castle on the hill, van Parkman thought back to what had caused him to be here.
There had been a number of strange deaths in town, and mysterious stories of the walking dead. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but upon being taken to see a body exhumed, only to have said body get up and try to attack the surgeon, well even he could see there was something funny going on. The trail led to the castle, and its reclusive owner, of whom it seemed no one knew much at all.
“Driver my good man” he said to the skeletal like figure currently whipping the horses, “What do you know of the castle on the hill.”
“Why sir, that is the castle of the mysterious Count Suresh-ula. A well educated but reclusive gentleman.”
“Count Suresh-ula? That’s an unusual name.”
“Yeah. He’s foreign. We don’t like to talk about it.”
“And what do you know of Suresh-ula.”
“Only that he sleeps in a coffin, he likes drinking blood, and isn’t really fond of the ladies.”
“Oh really?” Van Parkman’s curiosity was piqued; he had to investigate further.
The carriage finally arrived at its destination. The wind howled around the castle, causing the horses to rear and whinny like scared horses. Van Parkman alighted from the cabin, and instantly the driver sped off, horses in tow.
He knocked gingerly on the door of the castle, and it swung open. The old maid, Mrs van Petrelli stared at him with her cold, dead eyes.
“Excuse me, fair maiden, but I was wondering if you could spare a bed for a weary traveller? I’ve been travelling for quite some time, and I am rather freezing my nipples off.”
“Yes sir. You can have the room next to the count. He’s just eating his dinner.”
She led Von Parkman into a large dining hall, where he caught sight of the count for the first time. He was definitely foreign, van Parkman observed, with a very pleasant countenance. Very pleasant. Quite striking in fact. His hair was as dark as his eyes, and his teeth shone pearly white. Van Parkman could see that his canine teeth were unusually long, and seemed to jut out slightly over his bottom lip. He was wearing a black suit, with an unusual blood-red lining. He looked up as Matt approached, eyes seemingly boring into his soul.
“So you must be van Parkman.” Said Count Suresh-ula, licking his lips. His accent was the most perfect British accent he had ever heard. Really, you would never have guessed he was foreign at all. “I have heard a lot about you and your investigations. Are you here to investigate me, sir?” He smiled wickedly, and licked his lips again.
“Well sir, you are indeed an enigma. Most of the townspeople don’t even know you exist.”
“Oh they know. They just don’t approve. You see, I lead a very alternative lifestyle.”
Matt observed the food on his plate - there was no meat there. Something like that would certainly arouse suspicion. “So I gather sir. Well, I like to think I am little more open minded than your usual peasant.”
“I can tell.” His beady eyes ran over van Parkman’s ample form, and he licked his lips again. “You are certainly very different to anyone I have encountered before. Stay a while, so we may get to know each other better.”
“Unfortunately sir, I have had a very long journey and I need to get some rest. However, who knows what the morning may bring?” He rubbed his neck, slightly nervous at the way the count was staring at it.
“Indeed” said the count, “Who knows?”
Van Parkman retired to bed, but found he had little inclination to sleep. The way the count had stared at him had aroused strange feeling in him. It was as if he was being held under a spell. He tossed and turned, but could not shake the sensation that he was being watched. The room suddenly went very cold, and he felt as though he could feel someone breathing on his neck. Barely daring to open his eyes, he opened his eyes. What he saw made him leap back in fright. There was Count Suresh-ula, sitting staring over him with wonder. His canine teeth seemed to have grown larger, and through the strange half-light coming though the window, van Parkman could just make out the slightest bulge in his trousers.
“Why Count Suresh-ula, what ever are you doing in here?”
“Enjoying the view, van Parkman. Savouring my meal.”
“What on earth to you mean by that?”
“Oh your skin, van Parkman. Your skin is as pale as alabaster - I want it for my own. I can hear your heart beating, pumping that delicious blood around your body. And what a body, van Parkman. What a body! I want to touch you, and bite you, and suck that wonderful blood from your beautiful neck.”
Van Parkman stared at the count, and felt himself getting very aroused. “I’m sure there’s something else you can suck that is far more preferable to blood.” He said, before throwing off the bed clothes to reveal his desire. The count stared at his erect cock, at first confused. “Pretend it’s a neck, and you’re sucking the blood from it” Said van Parkman. “No teeth though. I’m not into any of that.”
The count took him in his mouth, and started sucking noisily. He moved up and down the shaft, face lighting up when the salty taste of precum entered his mouth. He moved up and down, playing with van Parkman’s balls and moaning in delight. Soon van Parkman was shouting expletives as he came, with the count swallowing all that he could, savouring every last drop, unwilling to let the precious organ fall from his mouth.
As they lay back in the bed, van Parkman turned to the count and smiled. “Now, how does that compare to sucking blood?”
“Mmmm…. Much better.”