The Ethical Vampire

It was 11:30 p. m. on a Thursday, and Theo's night had lasted way longer than he planned, and he had no intention of leaving. It all began at 5:00 when Theo's coworkers all decided to get drinks after work. Theo had planned to play video games after work, but his entire team was going, and being the only one absent would have made Theo look bad, so he went.

Halfway into his second beer, Theo's mood lifted along with the rest of his team, and when it came time to leave, Theo opted to migrate downtown with about half of the original group. After that, Theo drifted from bar to bar across a nightlife district empty on Thursdays. The group shrank until it was just Theo and a few guys he had not known before that night. The unlikely friends made their way down to a small basement club.

That is when Theo saw her. She sat alone in a chair in the corner, legs crossed, sipping a martini. The woman was an odd combination of young and old. She sat with the poise of an elder socialite but had skin so smooth, pale, and unblemished that it shined in the colored lights of the club. She wore an elegant black dress styled short in all the places that make people look. When getting his beer, Theo spotted her across the club and observed her with the lust and curiosity. Theo wondered why such an elegant women was alone as much as he wondered what she looked like with her dress slipped off. When Theo snuck a glance at her face, he saw her eyes fixed on him and a small smile spread across her face. Scared, Theo and he quickly looked away.

As the night continued, Theo stole glances at the mysterious woman as he sobered up and continued conversation with his foolish new friends. Often when his back was turned to her, Theo could swear she was staring at him. Theo was tired, but he was determined to stay. He had to talk to the woman alone staring at him, but he knew he could not do so with his coworkers still there. He knew that they would gossip, and the entire office would hear about how he was rejected by the weird slut at the club.

It was 1:00 a. m. when Theo's new acquaintances finally decided to go home. Theo lied and said he had forgotten his phone and darted back into the club. Theo didn't often approach women, but for some reason, this one seemed too alluring. Part of Theo knew he would remember this woman for the rest of his life, and he decided he did not want that memory to be paired with him being too scared to talk to her.

Theo was relieved his mystery woman was still in her chair when he rushed back in. His speed carried him to her before his brain could think not to. The woman's eyes fixed on Theo as he approached her. She leaned back as he approached. "H... Hi, I'm Theo," he said awkwardly over the music of the club.

The woman's red lipstick smiled gently and said, "Hello, I am Margret" in a subtle accent Theo couldn't quite place. Margret held out a pale, limp hand for Theo. Theo began to shake the downward-hanging hand, and Margret corrected him, "Kiss it, don't shake it."

Theo, embarrassed, leaned down with red cheeks to kiss the hand. His eyes darted to Margret's as he kissed, and he found her eyes meeting his hungrily. There was an awkward silence as Theo thought of what to say next. Margret looked Theo over and talked for him. "I will warn you, Theodor. You can get to know me, but if you do, there is no going back. You will begin to see your life in two pieces: the time before you met and the time after." Margret spoke slowly and deliberately, and earnestly.

Theo tried to think, but the sheer beauty of the figure in front of him had him stunned. "Yes... I want to know you... a lot," Theo managed to get out.

"Hmm," Margret almost hissed as she looked Theo up and down. A smile flashed across her face, but she quickly resumed her flat, intense look. "Let's see if you feel the same way in the morning," Margret told Theo while scribbling numbers onto a piece of paper. Margret kissed and stained the card with lipstick before handing it to Theo along with advice: "Call me tomorrow if you are sure you want to know me, but know there is no going back."

Theo felt the card in his pocket the entire way home, as if it was a treasure he had to keep safe. Once home, before he fell asleep, he held it in his hand and looked at the neat cursive and smudged lipstick. Theo knew it was all too good to be true; the most alluring woman he had ever seen much less wanted him that easily, he thought. But most of all, Theo wanted to see Margret again, and he knew he would do anything to do so.

All through a Friday hangover, the card was a persistence in Theo's mind. It was 4:00 p. m. when he called the number. Theo had heard three rings before Margret picked up. She did not speak; she only breathed into the phone. "Uh... it's me... Theo from last night," Theo finally said. Then Margret spoke in her calm, refined manner, "Theodor, I hoped you would call. Why don't we meet tonight at my place, 1291 Randoff Way?" Again, she paused before asking, "Will I see you tonight, dear?"

The address led Theo to an old mansion on the outskirts of the city. He knocked on the old, thick door and waited, doubting.

Finally, the door crept open to reveal Margret in a lingerie bodysuit, the black lace contrasting with her pale white skin. Theo froze in shock and awe of the sight before him; his eyes darted across her body, up her legs, down her neck into her cleavage. "Come in," Margret hummed, pleased with his reaction.

Margret led Theo through the old, ornate halls, and Theo followed in stunned silence. The woman, the house, it all seemed like too much to believe. The pair settled into vintage sofas, and Margret poured them both glasses of sweet red wine. "So, Theodor," she began, "I think it is best if we are entirely honest with each other, don't you agree?"

Suddenly, trying to fit in with his surroundings, Theo said, "I couldn't agree more," with as much confidence as he could muster. Margret was amused by Theo's posturing and began to smile.

"What is the oldest a woman could be for you to fuck her?" Margret asked, as if she were asking Theo the weather.

Theo, taken aback thinking of her answer, the right answer, and what to say. A long "uhhhhh... well" was the only thing that escaped his lips.

"What about one hundred and twenty-six?" Margret asked, interrupting Theo.

Theo laughed until he realized Margret wasn't laughing with him. "What if I was a hundred and twenty-six? Would you fuck me, Theodore?" Margret asked. She waited for a reply.

Confused, Theo said the obvious to the gorgeous, lingerie-clad woman in front of him: "Of course, I would."

"Very good," Margret remarked. "See, Theodor, I am one hundred and twenty-six years old. I am a vampire. I was bitten when I was 27, almost a century ago. That is why I look..." Margret gestured at her alluring body. "Like this," she spoke plainly and comfortably about the matter. After seeing Theo flabbergasted and speechless, she continued: "A vile man did this to me, but after I turned, I was like him.. a vampire. I needed blood. But I vowed never to take it like he did, but you know, a girl's gotta eat, so I found another way. See, my beauty had always caused men to lust after me and serve me, and I had even encountered a few who would devote their whole life to me if I let them, but of course, I never did. But after I became a vampire, it seemed the only ethical way for me to live, to find living flesh willing to give me their blood. Since then, for the past hundred years, dozens of men and women have lived and died to sustain me, and each one had begged me for it!"

Theo sat and listened to Margret, their eyes locked the entire time. "What a kind woman, so perfect and fair," Theo couldn't help thinking as he heard how she refused to be like the vampire who changed her. Another smarter part of Theo told him to leave, to run. If everything she said was true, he was going to be Margret's next victim! But then Theo thought again: "Would he be a victim if he wanted to serve Margret?"

Then Margret asked Theo the question he had already asked himself ten times over: "Theodor, do you wish to be mine? Do you wish for me to feed on your blood, your life? Will you love serving me?" She leaned forward as she spoke, making her cleavage visible.

For once, Theo did not think he simply said "Yes" loud and sure.

"Excellent," Margret said with a grin. She sipped the last of her wine and stood up. "Follow, I'm starving!" she commanded Theo as she stood up.

Theo stood immediately and followed his muse up a flight of ornate steps, down a hall, and into her master's bed chambers. Despite having pledged his life moments before, the excitement of having sex with such a beautiful woman was the only thing on Theo's mind. The bedroom was ornate, velvet and red. Theo wandered into it directionless. Then Margaret commanded him with one word: "strip". Theo looked at Margret still in her bodysuit, but he did not dare disobey, so he kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped off his pants and underwear. Theo's penis was full and pointed ahead of him, as his pants fell. Embarrassed by his nudity, Theo's cheeks went red. Margret only watched intently at what was hers and she smiled.

"Lay on the bed. I will please you, then I will feed," Margret told Theo with a hint of lust in her voice. Theo laid his naked body on top of many plush pillows and silk blankets. He sunk deep into the bed as if it was consuming him. Theo looked up to see Margret loosen the shoulders of her bodysuit and let it fall to the ground, revealing her body. Despite her age, her breasts were large and perky, punctuated by small red nipples. Below her waist, she was bare, hairless, and neat with only two small lips visible as she stood. Theo suddenly felt as if his own body was feeble and mortal compared to her immoral perfection.

Margret stepped onto the bed and stood naked above Theo, looking his body up and down with lust and hunger in her eyes. She stepped to his waist, squatted down, then guided Theo's penis into her vagina. Theo moaned and wondered how something dead could feel so warm and alive.

Margret rode her new slave with hips that had practiced for decades. It was not long until Theo was about to cum. Margret knew the signs well; this is when she feasted. Margret leaned forward over Theo as she continued thrusting until she was face to face with her servant. "Theodore, I think you are ready now..." She hissed to Theo's face, scrunched up in pleasure.

That was when the pleasure was too much for Theo. His orgasm erupted, and he spirted cum into Margret's warm, dead womb. His neck snapped back in ecstasy. In the throws of his orgasm, he barely noticed that Margret had begun feeding from his neck. Her black hair covered his chest as she sapped blood from him, his life from him. As Theo orgasmed, he began to feel the loss of blood. It made him woozy, and as his orgasm subsided, he could hardly keep his eyes open.

As Theo drifted out of consciousness, he wondered if he would ever wake up again. Then he wondered, "If I die here, in this way, is it worth it?". Part of Theo thought no, but then why wasn't he upset? A deeper part of Theo knew that serving an ethereal being was more meaningful than anything else he would do. That contorted Theo as he sunk deeper into bed and drifted off.

Margret smiled as she looked down at her new servant sleeping peacefully, claimed with two tooth marks on his neck. The taste of his blood lingered in her mouth. He tasted good, but then again, all virgin humans did. Margret sunk into her lounge chair in her bedroom and rung her bell three times, for three of her other servants. The first she would have bring Theo down to the basement, where all her servants lived. The second would clean her seaman-filled pussy with their tongue and pleasure her further. The third servant, she would feed on; she was still hungry after all.

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