My life with vampirism - Sex Stories

My life with vampirism

1:59 AM I am Samuel minshew and my story stats with a young, tall, pale, seemingly flawless beauty… a vampire named Lexi Anne Smith. She was a reserved young woman who was a grade ahead of me and was set to be valedictorian or something like that. All I know is she saved my life…and now I'm in her servitude. She was roughly 5'11 must have been 140 pounds no more, had platinum blonde hair. She had hips the men drooled over and ass that wasn’t too big not too small…kinda athletic. Her eyes were blue, a icy crystalline type of blue. She spoke like a college vocab teacher, If that’s a thing and spoke french. Now about me. Im 5'8 135 pounds soaked, dark brown hair blue eyes, darker than hers but my left eyes is 12 brown. I have an athletes ass and like most kids my size im a twig. I worked out for a few years but muscle definition never took but I was no small fry or slowpoke. I loved to observe peoples habbits. As did lexi and that’s where we met. On the quad of our highschool watching some preps discussing a prom escapade. "disgusting isn't it, like a putrid vile swarm of maggots fighting for a carcus?" Lexi asked me indirectly. "I suppose, more like a mob of zombies to my eyes. All of them so engulfed by one 'sexcapade' at some dance." We watched in humor and awe as they walked from truck to truck picking up more people in the conversation. "All of them no good two faced biased fool who quarell and obsess on the smallest, dirtiest, most intimate business of others." I spat in ...

... a venom laced tone. Lexi's head cocked at this and I felt a chill run into my brain and time seemed to stop. This girl was in my head picking my mind like a cherry tree! I felt her find what she needed and she spoke like a caring mother would. "Your sister..they filmed her havimg sex and on top of that hammered…then spread it around the school…all because she was smarter and prettier than they are…superior in most ways. Wasn’t she Samuel?" I saw time go back to normal pace and I sighed knowing that the week after the incident my sister took her life in a car wreck off old monrovia pike and was chared….no bodily remains…all of her was incinerated in that old 07 1500 silverado. " God yes she was…she was the most precious girl in my world and I still fight for her…" I was sobbing now as images of her pickup were tatooed in my mind…the ink now only four months old made fresh as ever. I held her class ring in my hand..a medical student to be and a caring yet no fucks given to those who scorned her individual. A cold hand clasped mine and lexi teold me of how it was good I fought for her and how brave of a brother I was. We walked from the quad to my Cadillac and I offered to take her home and she agreed some what too eagerly, but I shrugged it off and as I reached for my keys I hear a gruff voice say "your sister was a good lay minshew!" and I whipped around to find Jordan Stetson, the schools poster boy towering over me. "why don’t you jum from your ego down to your IQ jordan?" I ...