My life with vampirism part;2 - Sex Stories

My life with vampirism part;2

... to gather my self, so I went into the garage and hopped into my cadilac, opened the garage door and took off, turbos winding engine roaring down I-12. I came upon a lot full of cars, street race cars. I hopped out and started looking around at the eclipses, SRX's and a few skylines and GTR's. "Tan much?!" A gruff deep voice yelled from a 1970 chevelle. "nah hauss I spent too much time on this fucker!" I jokingly said pointing at my new caddy.- "Well well 07 DTS 4.6 northstar V8 with a straight pipe?" I told him no and as the man got closer he stood an easy six two and had biceps the size of watermelons. " No sir 6.2 with twin v1200 turbos. And some bass but I rebuilt it after I flipped it and cracked the engine block." I gawked at this mans stature. He seemed to command the whole lot and dictate it all. "names Vincent, vincent blackmon." we shook hands and we both talked about how each of us were from a small town in alabama and then I asked, hastily,"wanna race?" He looked at me like I just asked for a million bucks and just laughed. "maybe when you aint riding in a granny car!" As he walked away a young lady approached me wearing a bandanna over her nose and mouth and was pale as I was but I had no vibes from her if she had any to give off and it was scary, like she was some kinda racing machine. "I'll race ya! Get to the line now!" we both got in our cars and headed to the line and strapped in knowing what we were doin was highly deadly not that it'd kill me. She was in a ...

... honda civic 2001 with blue underglow and a blacked out paintjob. Racers get ready!!! A voice boomed over the roar of engines. SET!!!.....GO!!! And with that we shot off and already off the block I was at 6000 RPMs and climbing. We were going 135 easy down I-12 and neither one of us had an edge and then I got impatient and floorboarded it…right into her trap. I heard a hiss and she hit her nitros and was gone, and I was left a quarter mile behind her gawking. That mother fucker I thought. I reached her car and she told me to follow her to her place, and so I did. But as we got closer I realized where we were and sure enough I was home at Emily's mansion. I got out of my cadillac and watched her closely. "who are you? Are you lauren or samntha?" She remained quiet and took her bandanna off and my jaw dropped. I knew this girl. It was my ex girlfriend..lauren smith and somehow I never put two and two together. Id seen her and her mother several times in public. "so where did they drag your pathetic ass up from? Arent you dead or some shit?" she hissed. "yea fuck you too you have no right to be mad at me anyway! You left me because I wasn’t a good enough fuck for you!" *whack* A swift boot heel to the chin was her response and just stood there bleeding and healing slowly. Her eyes went wide as dinner plates and she grabbed me by my neck lifting me up and reading every thought I had. "So your sister…and that wreck I heard about and you dying…why'd you have to do it? Why for her? ...