Deadly Beauty (An Erotic Vampire Romance)

Content Advisory: Contains scenes of violence and f/f sex. 

 Deadly Beauty

She prepared to step onto the small stage, adjusting her breasts in the cups of her bra, pulling at the tiny strips of elastic of her black lace panties. The stench of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol drifted up to her, making her sick to her stomach.

“And now please welcome to the stage…Calypso Dreams!”

Like the name of the club she worked in, ‘The Paradise Bar’, her stage name also carried a tinge of irony. The name was fake, of course. Her real name, Nadine Shepard, sounded nowhere near glamorous enough for the dive she danced in.

Nadine stepped onto the stage just as the girl on before her—a tall, small-breasted woman with too many tattoos—stepped off. The other dancer was not to Nadine’s taste; she liked her women to have curves—breasts and an ass—not all straight lines and angular corners. 

The other woman, ignorant to Nadine’s thoughts, gave her a brief smile before brushing past.

Nadine strutted out, her long legs looking endless in the gold, strappy three inch stilettos. A haze of smoke drifted up in front of her; the smoking ban laws flouted with both disregard and disrespect. She tried not to squint in the sudden bright light, knowing her eyes would adjust within a few moments. Sometimes she wished they didn’t. It would be easier to pretend she was somewhere else if she didn’t have to see the punters sitting in the front row, all trying to hide their erections beneath long coats or crossed legs.

The Paradise Bar wasn’t a classy joint. Located in London’s East End, in the dark and seedy back streets of Whitechapel, it was never going to attract the best clientele. Instead, the bar attracted London’s finest—older, fat men, with saggy jowls and sad eyes, and skinny young lads sporting sleeves of faded tattoos. Whatever their background, they were all here for one thing; to watch the girls dance.

 

Taking pride of place, center stage, a silver pole joined the floor to the ceiling. Nadine headed over to it.

A couple of shots of cheap vodka, as she got ready, had been needed to stop her from running, screaming from the club. She knew the other girls did stronger stuff—coke, crack, meth—but she didn’t plan on going down that route. It was an easy trap to fall into. They started the drugs to cope with the job, but then they needed the job to pay for the drugs. A downward spiral.

Nonchalant disinterest met Nadine’s appearance on stage. One guy in the back started to clap, but when he realized no one else joined in, he immediately stopped. She cast her gaze across the room to catch the clapper in her sight, but something else caught her eye.

Her forehead creased; a faint, almost imperceptible movement and her eyes narrowed. Someone sat at the back of the bar, someone sitting alone.

A woman?

 

Sure, plenty of women liked strip joints. Nadine had watched groups of them giggle and scream from behind their hands, as though watching strippers was the most exciting and dangerous thing they had ever done—as though it somehow made them more interesting. But normally the women were in groups, dragged along by business men in suits, and they always went to classier establishments.

Nadine’s eyes did not leave the lone woman as she reached up with her hands and pulled herself up onto the pole. She wrapped her slender legs around the cool metal and let go. Her head tilted back, her long, dark hair brushing the floor. She stretched her legs out to show off her strong thighs, and arched her back, knowing her breasts appeared round and full in the black lace balcony bra.

Taking hold of the pole again, Nadine opened her legs wide and slid back down, the pole pressed between her thighs.

She twisted herself onto her flat stomach and pushed her round ass into the air, straightening her legs in the high stiletto heels. Her legs were still spread, only a thin piece of black lace covering her pussy.

The music continued to thump. She looked up, swinging her hair out of her face. The solitary woman was still there. Still watching her.

They were all watching her, the sensible part of her mind told her. They paid good money to watch her.

Yet still, there was something about the woman that set off Nadine’s well-honed sense of danger.

That evening, on her way to work, Nadine had been certain she was being followed. She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had something to do with the feeling. She didn’t start until ten, so night had long since fallen when she started her walk from the flat she shared with two other working girls. London’s East End streets were never safe, but yet she had gotten used to them. Maybe she’d grown too blasé about the dangers they held. Yet that night she’d been certain eyes were on her, had even thought she heard footsteps follow her down the dark alley leading to the club. Each time she spun around, the street had been empty.

Now she had the same impression again; the intense sensation of someone watching her.

Trying to push the feeling away, Nadine continued her routine.

The punters approached her to give her tips. Pushing tens and twenties into the small strips of material she still had covering her. Experience had taught her how to avoid the ones after more, the punters who tried to tweak her nipple or slip a finger along the crotch of her g-string.

With skill, she whipped the notes out of her bra and slipped them into the side of her panties. Then she reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra, dropping the lingerie to the floor and freeing her breasts.

She cupped her tits in her hands, pushing her already ample cleavage together. She bent over to give the punters in front a closer view of her breasts and the men behind a view of her ass. She knew they would be thinking about standing behind her, fucking her in that position. In front of her, the woman still stood at the back of the bar. Still watching.

A long time had passed since Nadine last had sex with a man. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sleeping with men, more that she didn’t like men. Too much time spent in places like this simply put her off.

She glanced up to see the woman had left. No, she hadn’t gone, she had simply moved to a different position on the other side of the bar. How did she get there so fast? One minute she had been sitting in one spot, the next she was standing across the room. Nadine didn’t think the woman had left her vision long enough to move without her noticing.

The woman stood closer now. Red hair framed her face, but her eyes were dark, strangely dark.

Nadine knew enough about sex. She read the lust in those strange black eyes. But she saw something else as well, a different need, a different desire; one Nadine couldn’t put her finger on.

Something else was strange. Here was a beautiful woman in a bar filled with testosterone pumped, sex crazed men, and yet not a single man had hit on her. No one offered to buy her a drink; no one even tried to talk to her. Even the other girls left her alone. Not one of them approached her, offering a private dance or more.

Nadine looked up again to discover the woman had gone, vanished as though she had never been there. But in the moment just before she disappeared, Nadine recognized the look in the woman’s eyes.

It was hunger.

Nadine did not join the other girls for drinks after work. They hadn’t invited her and she had no wish to go. She didn’t care that she was an outcast among her peers; she had no interest in socializing with them.

At two in the morning, she left the club. She had changed into a sweater, leggings and fake UGG boots; an outfit completely opposite to the slutty clothes she wore for dancing.

Her steps sounded almost silent as she walked down the alley, toward the main road. Ahead of her, the headlights of cars passed across the exit and groups of young people headed home after a night out. Their laughter floated over to her, becoming louder, before drifting down the street. She heard the sound of breaking glass as someone dropped a bottle. The scent of stale urine violated her nostrils and she turned her head to one side, hoping to avoid its source.

Suddenly, the figures of two men—one large and bulky, the other shorter—blocked her view of the road ahead.

Her heart started to pound, her breath caught in her chest. This wasn’t good. Something like this was never good.

The smaller one nudged the larger man with his elbow. “Look what we’ve got here,” he smirked. “It’s one of the whores from the club.”

“You working out of hours, love?” the bigger guy leered. “Fancy a three-way?”

Nadine kept her head down, not making eye contact, hoping they would get bored and go away.

“Oi! Love, I’m talking to you,” the big one continued.

“Look, she thinks she’s too good for us,” said the smaller guy. “Fucking slut.”

They stood only a few feet from her now. She could walk around, try to side step them, but she decided to walk straight through them. Men were like dogs and horses—they could sense your fear.

As she attempted to walk through, the big one grabbed her elbow. She tried to shake him free, but he held her fast.

“I don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice sounding forced.

“Ha! Your type are all about trouble.” The small one’s voice was full of disgust.

“So you going to do us a special rate then?” said the big one. “Two for the price of one?” He winked at his friend.

“Please…”

The man reached out and grabbed her breast beneath her sweater, his fingers painfully gouging her skin, despite the thick material.

“Hey! Got the fuck off of me!”

But he didn’t stop there. Using his grip on her breast, he pulled her toward him. He shoved his hand beneath the waist band of her leggings, delving down between her thighs.

That was when she knew this was going to end badly.

Just let them do what they want, she told herself. It’s not much past what you do anyway. Lay still and play nice and you will walk out of this alive.

Yet despite the sensible dress down, her body didn’t want to be compliant. She snatched his hand away, and then, when he came in for a second go, she drew back her fist and punched him full in the face.

Pain speared up through her arm and she clutched her fist, but the man backed off, his own face clutched in the palm of his hand, blood pouring between his fingers.

“You fucking bitch…”

Seemingly from out of nowhere, the metallic glint of a blade appeared and all around Nadine the world stopped. This wasn’t kids messing around anymore. Rape was possibly one of the better things that could happen to her.

“Please…” she said again, stepping away.

But he kept walking forward.

“Blake…” the smaller guy warned, knowing his friend had taken things too far. “Leave it.”

Blake was past listening.

Nadine turned to run, but he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She hit the ground, her chin slamming painfully on the concrete. Her teeth jarred together, narrowly missing her tongue. The stench of urine poured over her; ammonia combined with her fear and pain, making her eyes tear.

The knife’s cold metal pressed against the skin of her throat. Blake sat astride her, his weight pinning her down.

For a moment, he withdrew the knife and her heart leaped in hope, thinking he might back off. Then he plunged it deep beneath her ribs and her breath exploded from her lungs. Nadine gasped, winded. She felt a strange sucking sensation as he pulled the knife out and stabbed her again.

His erection pressed hard against her leg. Disbelief tinged the dull knowledge that she had been stabbed. The pain hadn’t hit her yet, but she knew it was coming.

Suddenly, Blake lifted off her and flew through the air, hitting the wall. Nadine heard the sickening crunch of neck bones breaking and the thud as he hit the ground. The other man squeaked in fear and turned and ran.

What was happening?

A pair of low heeled boots appeared in front of her face. Nadine found the strength to take her gaze up the curve of brown leather and the voluptuous body above, to see the person they belonged to.

The woman from the bar.

 

Nadine thought she should be more surprised, yet part of her had been expecting this woman’s reappearance, however strange the circumstances.

But she was dying; the world fading away. Her blood covered the ground beside her and soaked into the front of her sweater.

Was this how her life ended? After all the years trying to come to terms with the rejection of her parents, the fear and loneliness after being bumped from foster home to foster home. All of that pain and effort and sacrifice, only to die in a stinking alley.

The woman kneeled down beside her, seemingly unconcerned by the blood soaking into the blue of her tight jeans. She reached a pale hand out to Nadine. Long and elegant fingers gently touched Nadine’s cheek.

Nadine was cold, but this woman was colder.

With skin as white as bone and those dark eyes, she was frighteningly perfect, as an angel or a demon might look. No rouge tinted her full lips. Her hair framed her face in a mane of fire, its hue so startling against the lack of color in her skin.

She should have been terrified, yet this woman’s presence ebbed calm into Nadine’s tortured and dying soul.

Her face drew closer. Nadine’s breath stuttered in her chest, believing the woman was going to kiss her. Just the idea of having this stunning, strange creature’s mouth against her skin was enough to drown her fears of dying.

But her lips did not touch Nadine’s. Instead, they brushed against the soft velvet of her ear and whispered, “I can save you. All you have to do is say yes.” An accent Nadine couldn’t place touched her voice.

This wasn’t just a simple offer to save her life.

Who was this woman? What was she?

“All you have to do is say yes,” the woman said again.

Her strength faded, soaking into the ground as effortlessly as her blood. She occupied the moment before she dropped into a deep sleep, her limbs heavy, her mind thick. Could she even open her mouth to give her answer? Did she have the strength?

Her lips felt dry. As she opened her mouth to give her answer, the skin stuck together. Using Nadine’s own blood, the woman wet her finger and moistened Nadine’s mouth.

“Yes,” Nadine croaked. “Yes.”

She moved too fast for Nadine’s weary eyes to register. She saw a flash of white fangs elongated and horrifically sharp. Then the woman’s mouth gripped her throat.

Fresh pain speared through her, but the sensation seemed distant and faint, as though happening to someone else.

Nadine sank into the black.

She woke with a ferocious hunger. Like a baby seeking a nipple, she clawed out of the darkness, looking for something to satisfy her need. Her mouth met cool flesh, but she sensed the flow of warmth beneath.

Something about her had changed. Acting purely out of instinct, she sunk her teeth into the offered skin.

Fluid flowed, its copper warmth somehow familiar.

She fed with a frantic need, drawing the thick liquid over her tongue and down her throat. With each swallow, her strength regained.

Finally she broke free and Nadine looked up.

In front of her sat the strange woman from the bar.

The woman’s beauty stole Nadine’s breath. The red hair misted like a halo around her face. Her dark eyes had a depth to them which was both beautiful, yet terrifying. She smiled at Nadine and from somewhere in the smile came the flash of white.

There was no escaping the woman’s sensuality; her curves, from the bow of her mouth to the swell of her breasts. Nadine only wanted to touch her.

Memories, confused and disjointed, came back to her. She was going to die and this woman had saved her.

 “You saved my life,” Nadine said, her voice raw and hoarse.

The woman shook her head. “I gave you a new one.”

Nadine felt different; stronger, sexier, and her body buzzed with life.

She took in her surroundings. Together, they sat on a huge, four poster bed. Rich, sumptuous materials and fabrics were spread out beneath them. Expensive furnishings and dark mahogany wood adorned the room.

“What did you do to me?” she asked. “What are you?”

“I am a legend, a myth. I am something your kind does not believe in.”

“My kind..?”

“Humankind.”

Her heart should have caught in her throat, but Nadine barely felt it beating. All of her seemed different. She could breathe, but she no longer felt the need to, and the blood running through her veins was no longer her own.

“What are you?” she asked again.

“A vampire. And soon, so will you be.”

Her mind swam. This couldn’t be happening. Yet a part of her accepted what this stranger told her.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“You are Nadine.” The way she said her name was like tasting something exotic.

“Yes, I am. But who the hell are you?”

“My name is Adrienne Gellespie. I am more than four-hundred-years-old and I have been searching for you my whole life.”

Nadine shook her head, scared to look at the striking woman sitting in front of her. Yet her eyes were drawn. Her beauty had something magnetic about it and Nadine found herself unable to turn away.

“I don’t know what to believe,” she whispered.

“Believe what is real.”

Adrienne leaned forward, her long fingers tracing the line of Nadine’s lips. Nadine opened her mouth and the cool fingers slipped inside. Her tongue darted, touching Adrienne’s fingertips, her lips closing around them.

All she wanted to do was reach out and touch her pale skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Adrienne said. “The moment I saw you, I had to have you.”

“Have me?”

“In every sense of the word,” her accent rolled. “You are mine now. I created you, so you are forever in my servitude. I am your mistress, but I will also be your protector, your friend, your lover.”

Nadine couldn’t hide the cold thrill of lust racing through her, converging from her pussy, up through her breasts, finally releasing in the fullness of her mouth. She knew she should be fighting this, yet it seemed she was incapable. Whatever this woman wanted, she would do.

Slowly, Adrienne moved toward her, her mouth parted. The lethal slithers of her fangs protruded and they filled Nadine with fear. Was this really happening?

The vampire’s mouth found hers and the kiss was sweet and deep. Their tongues met and Nadine’s tongue tentatively touched the fangs that had so filled her with terror. The sharp tooth nicked her tongue, the few drops of blood causing Adrienne to moan. She kissed her deeper, drawing Nadine’s tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on the blood.

Adrienne’s hand cupped her breast, the cool fingers sliding across the hard nub of her nipple.

Now it was Nadine’s turn to moan and her own hand reached out, pulling this strange and beautiful creature toward her.

Adrienne pulled at her own shirt, ripping the buttons and exposing her flesh. She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and heavy and perfectly round, her nipples dark against the white of her skin. Nadine’s mouth fell to them; first one and then the other, her tongue circling, her teeth grazing.

A gentle push to the top of her head sent Nadine lower, across Adrienne’s flat stomach.

She wriggled out of the tight jeans, revealing a scanty pair of panties. Nadine headed down. The vampire was bare, not a single hair to spoil the soft, willing flesh.

Nadine breathed in her scent through the lace, her tongue probing against it, feeling her moisture beneath. Adrienne moaned and pushed her pussy against Nadine’s tongue, encouraging her.

“I am your mistress now,” she whispered from above. “You will pleasure me and love me, and I will do to you in return.”

Nadine pulled the wet lace to one side. Her tongue slipped inside Adrienne’s moist folds, slowly licking up toward her sensitive nub. She gave it a gentle flick with her tongue and repeated the motion.

Adrienne squirmed with pleasure, her own hands touching her full breasts, squeezing her nipples into hardened peaks. The sight made Nadine’s own body tighten; her cunt convulsing.

She went back to her clit and licked, faster now. She pushed a finger inside Adrienne’s slick pussy, and her tight muscles gripped and relaxed against her digit.

“Wait,” Adrienne gasped. “Together, we need to come together.”

The vampire sat up, her red hair almost burning, her dark eyes flashing with want.

Quickly, she helped Nadine remove the rest of her clothes and then Adrienne climbed between Nadine’s legs, paying back the pleasure.

The coldness of her tongue was a shock on Nadine’s hot skin. Adrienne pushed her tongue deep inside and Nadine gasped. Never before had she experienced such intensity. Whatever Adrienne had done to her had fired her sexuality to another level. Adrienne feasting upon her as no one else had before—as if she were starving. Her whole mouth covered Nadine’s mound. Her lips pulled and sucked at Nadine’s labia, her tongue hardened and thrusting. When her cool finger found Nadine’s clit, rubbing it in firm circles, Nadine’s head swam with pleasure.

Adrienne lifted her mouth, her lips wet with Nadine’s juices. “I want you to taste me again,” she said.

 

Carefully, she turned her body until her pussy hovered above Nadine’s face. She buried her face back between Nadine’s thighs, intending for them to lick the other to climax.

Nadine took the firm flesh of Adrienne’s peachy bottom in her hands and pulled the vampire’s cunt down toward her mouth.

Adrienne tasted so sweet, unlike any woman Nadine ever had. She took the delicate slips of skin between her teeth, nibbling gently. Adrienne ground down, encouraging Nadine deeper and Nadine hardened her tongue, pushing it deep and curling around to hit the sensitive fleshy spot on the inside of Adrienne’s wall. The vampire groaned in delight, the vibration sending a thrill through Nadine’s clit.

Their orgasms mounted, fierce and strong, building deep inside. Just as she was about to come, Adrienne turned her mouth and sunk her fangs into the inside of Nadine’s thigh.

The orgasm convulsed within her, the waves pummeling her over and over. She screamed out loud with its force and her whole body jerked as the aftershocks came. Adrienne moaned as her own orgasm wrapped around her, holding her in its embrace.

 

They lay, spent together, wrapped within each other’s arms.

Was it magic Adrienne held over her, something to do with what she had done? Nadine didn’t care. All she knew was that in this woman’s arms, she finally felt peace. She was home.

“Now what?” Nadine asked. “Am I what you say I am? Am I like you?”

Adrienne shook her head. “Not yet. To be like me, first you must kill.”

She didn’t know how she felt. Her brain and conscience told her this was wrong, that she wasn’t born to be a killer, but the excitement and need rising up inside her had a whole other plan.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Adrienne said, her dark eyes flashing wickedly.

She rose from the bed, and still naked, opened the bedroom door and walked from the room.

Within moments she was back. Held in one hand and carried like a naughty puppy by the scruff of his neck, was the smaller man from the alley. Blake’s friend.

“You won’t be properly turned until you make your first kill,” Adrienne said. “If you want us to stay together, you must kill him.”

She dropped the man and he scrabbled away, staring at the two naked women with a mixture of lust and terror.

“Do you want us to be together?” Adrienne asked again.

She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

Nadine looked down at the man at her feet. Moving faster than she ever thought possible, she fell on the man, pinning him to the floor. He shrieked like a caught rabbit.

Above her, Adrienne let out a gasp of pleasure.

Nadine turned her head to the man beneath her.

And bit.

~*~
The novella, Deadly Beauty, is available to buy fom Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.

While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...

(Warning; contains scenes of explicit sex, including lesbian, anal, and ménage, and some violence. Intended for an over 18 reader only.)

 

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Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
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