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

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated

... have. But also someone that always showed my coworkers and me such kindness. She even invited a bunch of us over for dinner once. She said we were welcome “anytime”. A passing phrase, mostly just being polite, but now it seems so important. Deep down I know I can enter her home. I can make it mine, and I feel the urge to do so. It’s a weird gut feeling, like that stupid little stream of running water back in the woods. I just could not cross the water, it wasn’t possible. My gut says I can’t enter certain places either. As if I need to be welcomed, invited in.

I test this out that night. Houses on the edge of the park, their back yards butted up against a trail. In the dead of night, I jump the fences and try out different doors until I find one left unlocked. Sure enough I can open the door, but I can’t enter. It’s impossible, like a force-field blocks my way. The feeling of permanent ownership, a purity that protects the place.

On the bright side I also learn how silently I can move, a shadow in the night, jumping fences with ease. And how aware my senses are, avoiding cameras and dogs, seeing them long before they see me. I later walk to a gas station and learn that I can enter as long as it’s not someone’s permanent dwelling, a true home.

A few days later and the hard part is done. I’m a block away from her house. I wipe my mouth again. His blood tasted better than the frail old people. Victoria’s husband, Rick, kind of always a dick, or maybe the word just comes ...

... to mind when I say his name. Maybe I was always just jealous of him.

I sit inside his BMW, texting Victoria with his phone, telling her I’ll be home late again. It’s not unusual with his big important corporate job. She texts back, “k babe drive safe love you”. It took days to learn their patterns, to make a move and jump him. But he’s out of the way now, hidden deep in that forest.

I wait until it’s late and then pull up to her house. The nice big houses here have plenty of space in between, plenty of privacy from neighbors. Lights are off inside. I pull into the two car garage connected to the house, shutting the overhead door behind me. I leave the car and notice some shelves of tools on the wall. I grab a roll of black duct tape, having a feeling I might need it.

Silently, I open the door to enter into Victoria’s home from the garage. The door creaks a bit, but the house is perfectly dark and silent, everyone asleep still. I step inside, and sure enough, my “invitation” worked, no force-field.

I walk in and find myself in a dining room, hardwood floor, beautiful dining table right in front of me. The space is huge, an ‘open concept’ layout. To the left, the same room opens up into a huge kitchen, an island counter, expensive appliances. To my right, the room drops down into carpet, a grand living room. Big leather couches, expensive furniture and entertainment cabinet. And the living room opens up further beyond that into a gorgeous sunroom off in the corner, ...