Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated - Sex Stories

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated

... realize what I am. Technically the Alpha, the first of my kind, but as weak as the Omicron in which I was labeled. A pathetic name for a pathetic creature. Crawling in the mud, barely able to lift my own weight, I am cold and miserable. But free. I no longer need to follow the laws of man, I’m no longer shackled by society or shame or fear. A true villain, I feel the urge to commit atrocities. I will do exactly what I want, fulfill my disgusting fantasies. Women, girls. Endless bodies flash in my mind, limbs writhing, flesh wet and dripping. I feel lust, an urge to hurt, to rape, to kill. An urge to feed.

The next few days are cold and treacherous. I wander the roads, learning that daylight hurts. I feel like I could die if I stay in it. So I avoid day and stick to the safety of darkness. I pass a church one night, and the cross outside hurts my eyes, burns, so I flee. I hunger, but not for food. For flesh, for blood, for innocence and beauty. My body seems to work mostly the same as it used to. My senses, my breathing, heartbeat, adrenaline, all seems the same, or at least the illusion of those things seem to remain. Now that I think of it, I can just hold my breath and nothing happens. It’s like I cling to these bodily functions out of habit.

I find a park where I used to walk my dog, trails and thick woods, a nice fresh pond where I can clean myself and my clothes. I learn that even the coldest water doesn’t really bother me much. But running water, even little ...

... streams in the park, I can’t cross for some reason.

After a few days, I give in to the hunger. A passing old lady, just walking at the park on a dark morning just before the sun is fully up. She’s so frail, so slow. She never sees me coming. One bite and she’s loopy and half-conscious. Drinking blood fills me with life. I don’t waste a drop, hiding her in the woods afterward.

I do this a few more times over the next few nights, a few more helpless weaker people on the trails. Gaining a bit more strength in that first week. My eyes grow strong, able to see perfectly at night, better than normal, even in pitch blackness. My muscles grow stronger too, my body lean and fit. I feel like I did in high school, when I played sports and worked out. I need to follow this urge, need to feed more, gain more strength.

But mostly I feel a stronger urge. An urge to find her. Victoria. My boss, from my office job before I died. I don’t know why she comes to mind, and not anyone else. Most everything from my old life is starting to fade away like a dream I’m having trouble remembering. I know things, I remember things, but it’s as if it was a lifetime ago, like someone else lived the experiences.

But Victoria is fresh in my mind. I need her, need to make her mine. I always had a crush on her. She was stern, some said bitchy, but only because she had to take charge in her position, be taken seriously. Married, a bit older than me, mid-30s. Strong, mature, someone that I could never ...