Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2020 23:33:33 +0000 (GMT) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre part 23 Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ---------------------------------------------------------------------- We moved to a couple of armchairs, we had a lot to talk about, Joseph entered the room, `Come over and join us, we all have a lot to discuss' I patted the chair next to us, Joseph glanced at Mark, who also nodded and mouthed the word `sorry', we sat long into the night, several hundred years of history covered and as the sun light of the following morning began to flood the room; no secrets remained between us, but hopefully a better understanding of life eternal and its pitfalls... ***************************** Vampyre - Part Twenty Three We left the Hospital early the next morning, Mark sitting alongside me in the back of the Mercedes, Zeke on one of the smaller jump seats plus the three dogs on the floor. I know they say dogs can sense things and these three didn't take their eyes off Mark; they became particularly agitated when he flashed his wolf eyes at them, something he seemed to do a lot, mainly to provoke a reaction from them it seemed. Zeke, seemed particularly happy to have Mark back and to his young eyes none the worse for what he had been through. `Jonathon, I wish you would stop worrying about Zeke, I will never hurt him' Mark, turned to me, his voice resonating in my head, I hadn't even realised he was accessing my mind; I wasn't sure I liked this one bit, `Why ever not? he asked, I must think of something different, anything but him, his power to read thoughts was greater than any other Vampyre I knew. I had to say something. `Mark, I do not think it is really on, for you to keep accessing minds, we should all be given some privacy, after all there are times and places' He looked at me and smirked, but said nothing. `Sir' the intercom flashed into life `Yes Pyotr' `Sir, there has been an incident at the Hospital, it appears Joseph has just killed himself' `WHAT!? Turn the car round now! I looked at Mark, he was looking out of the window, I tried to access his mind, but was blocked. `Mark, I really hope this is nothing to do with you? I asked out loud `Why would you think that? he answered still looking out of the window `Well, you made it pretty obvious you didn't like him' No audible answer, just one in my head `he was fucking, child murdering monster' So much for the long chat last night. It had only been a matter of seconds since Pyotr had spoken, in my anger I had forgotten Zeke, I looked over at him, tears rolling down his cheeks `Why would Uncle Joe kill himself, he seemed fine when we left' he began to sob, I guided him over on to my lap; as Pyotr slowed to turn the car, with him safely in my lap, I felt the car surge forward back towards the hospital, Zeke sobbing into my chest. Zeke was right Joseph had been really upbeat when we left, he seemed to have found peace after our all night chat with Mark, he had even hugged Zeke as we left and told him how much he was looking forward to visiting us when Ernst and Karl came over. What could have changed, I looked over at Mark again, I could sense nothing, nothing at all, he was either blocking me or had cleared his mind. The journey continued in silence, eventually we pulled in back up to the Hospital main entrance, as Pyotr pulled the car to a stop, I flicked on the intercom. `Pyotr, have Martin and Gunther join you, I want you all to look after Zeke, while I go and see what has happened. `I will look after him' it was Mark, `No, you stay here, Pyotr you have your orders' `Yes Sir' Mark glared at me as I got out of the car and made my way up the entrance steps, instead of my old friend greeting me, I was met by one of the other Doctors, he was ashen faced. `Please follow me Jonathon' he said, turning off along the corridor. I followed him down the corridor and into Joseph's office, through that and out some French doors. I had never noticed them before, we went out into a large glass covered courtyard area. East European, shrubs and small pine trees, formed a visually impenetrable surround to whatever was in the centre, a circular path led through the trees and shrubs. We followed the path round the courtyard at the end of the path it opened on to a hexagonal paved area of natural stone, surrounding it on all but one of the eight sides were pairs of statues, all of them small children, all holding hands, each pair of children different from its neighbour, each statue had a rectangular bronze plaque in front of them, each covered with lists of names in raised bronze letters. It suddenly struck me, each of the eight statues were of sets of identical twins. I staggered at what had been created, I looked round, the centre of the paved area, it had a vivid yellow mosaic `Star of David' sitting at its centre was a low bronze cauldron, crumpled in and over the Bronze bowl, was Josephs blackened and burning body, his blackened face, mouth open as if crying out in anguish, one hand stretched skyward. The eternal flame still flickered around and below him. `Get that flame turned off now' I shouted at the Doctor, He rushed off along the path, why hadn't it occurred to them to turn off the flame; I had a good idea, all part of some one's plan. My friend, for all the bad he had done, would have died in agony; his body constantly trying to repair itself until it no longer could. Only an over whelming superior force could have made a Vampyre die like this; physically holding him in the flames. I could feel the anger building in me, was this retribution for one short period of his life?, three years of evil madness against two hundred years of good and here he had died, in a shrine to his very victims, that he had created to honour and remember them. I was joined by Martin from my security detail, `Martin, can you bring Mark here please' I tried to remain calm, but could feel the anger in my voice. Martin withdrew and I was left to my thoughts, watching as the eternal flame, flickered and died as the gas was at last turned off. `You wanted me? it was Mark, now was that voice just a bit sarcastic, or was I now being over sensitive. `Well I hope you are pleased with yourself' I snapped at him, `look round', see what this area was constructed for, what it represents. Joseph never did you any harm in fact he worked to save you twice! Perhaps as you leave here you should read the inscription round the outside of the circle containing the Star of David and his body and think long and hard about your own actions and what sort of life lays ahead of you Mark! And how you can atone for your actions, like Joseph tried to for his' I was unable to stay a moment longer in Mark's company, I left him reading the inscription and went back into Joseph's office. `For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, but lose his own soul?' I watched Mark as he marched through the office, he said nothing, but I could see, he had been upset, hopefully he had finally learned the lesson all of us immortals have to learn, it is not easy being good all the time, when you are the superior being. Oh don't get me wrong, it is nice to be important, but throughout my long life I have learned, it is more important to be nice. Once I was sure I was alone I closed the office door and opened Joseph's wall safe, removing all the papers and an ancient looking bound book. Ah this must be the book he had been about to speak to me about, the night we sat in front of the fire at the Manor, when we first found out about Mark being a Werewolf, I tucked it safely in my inside coat pocket, I would have to look at it later. I now had to spread the sad news, I sat back in Joseph's office chair and picked up the phone and dialled Montfort, as I waited for it to be answered, I noticed a silver picture frame on his desk, it contained a picture of Joseph and I in happier times, both laughing with our arms around each other; I put that in my coat pocket too. Montfort, thought it better that I make my way back to the Manor, he would come to the Hospital, `clean up' and then come and join me. I made sure Joseph's body was removed to the Hospital morgue and then got ready to set off back to the Manor, I hadn't seen Mark for a number of hours, I didn't want to, I knew I would have to speak to him at some point, but at the moment, I wouldn't believe a word he said, I needed to calm down and mourn my friend. `Shall I tell Mark we are about to leave? Pyotr opened the car door for me `He can go in one of the other cars, or fly back for all I care' I snapped, somewhat churlishly. I saw Zeke glance at me, he went to speak. `No Zeke, not now, please' I nodded curtly at Pyotr and he closed the heavy vehicle door, I saw him speak to Gunther who intercepted Mark as he came out of the Hospital, he led him to the rear backup vehicle. With Pyotr at the wheel we started off down the drive, I said one last goodbye to my friend and closed my eyes. The sun was just setting as we pulled into the Manor driveway, I got out of the car and followed by Boyra and Zoltan entered the house, with Zeke and Casper trailing behind, I didn't really want to speak to anyone, but I said goodnight to Zeke and hugged him and went straight to my room. I closed the door and took the silver framed picture from my pocket, looking at the grainy picture made me smile, it had been such a happy day when it was taken, my mind was flooded with happy memories, alas he was now gone, I wiped the dust from the glass and put the frame down on the window ledge. Remembering the old book, I took it from my inside coat pocket and placed it into my wall safe, I would look at it and show it to Montfort later. I crossed to the window and stared out across the wind and rain swept countryside towards Crake Tree Farm, how I wished Chris was here, I was having a shit few days. I awoke with a start, I glanced at my watch, eight fifteen in the morning, I was still clothed, I sat up, the dogs both stirred and watched me, I needed to freshen up, I clambered off the bed and stripping as I went headed to the ensuite. I switched on the radio as the hot water began cascading over my body, this was just what I needed, oh and to feed, I was hungry. I soaped myself up as the radio show launched into one of my all-time favourite songs; Tom Jones, `Just help yourself' I was pretty pumped by the time I had sung along loudly to it, I finished my ablutions and grabbed one of the big fluffy white towels. I wiped my hand over the steamy mirror, I didn't look to bad for several hundred years old, my body still as toned as it had been when I was converted, but boy was I hungry, I dried myself off and wrapped the towel round my waist and switched off the radio. I walked back into the bedroom, bursting into another chorus of `just help yourself', I stopped suddenly, a naked guy was on my bed. `Don't mind if I do, Hello again, Jonathon' Oh that southern drawl, the best American accent. `Hello Connor, I take it Montfort is here? `Yes, he sent me through, he thought you might fancy some breakfast first? Some of you will remember that Connor is Montfort's American Marine driver, 6'4" of solid muscle, built like a brick shit house and importantly too, although I don't want to appear shallow; hung like a horse, a thick cut eight inches when soft his cock lay across his thigh as he sat propped up on his elbows. `Nice singing too, I was nearly joining you, so do you fancy breakfast?' He winked at me and forced blood into his huge bellend; honestly it is the size of a satsuma, making it twitch on his thigh as he patted the bed beside him. I needed no more encouragement, I undid my towel and let it fall to the floor as I walked towards the bed, crawling up to his semi reclining bod. I straddled his body and pushed my lips to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth, my hands gripping those gorgeous little sticky out ears marines seem to always have, my fingers pushing back and forth between his blond crew cut bristles, sending wild sensations all over my body. He was kissing me passionately back, his hands gripping my bum cheeks, I could feel his now hard ten inch cock, bouncing up and hitting my stomach, I sat up and gripped his shaft with my right hand, I lifted my right leg slightly and pushed his cock back so it was straining against my ass crack, feeling it throbbing against me I pulled my ass cheeks apart and went back to more snogging, gently easing my butt up and down against his cock head and shaft, it felt enormous, let's face it, it was. I needed to be fucked, I had been having a bloody awful few days, I needed a good fucking, I reached for some lube and smeared it over his bellend and shaft, not forgetting some for my ass, I raised up on my knees and gripping his rock hard cock, positioned it at my hole, I felt it warm against me and as I lowered myself, felt it stretching my ass hole, he put his hands on my hips again and I felt him easing me down, I gasped as he thrust his cock upwards, the bellend taking my breath away as it pushed past my sphincter. He held me stationary as my hole screamed `it's too fucking BIG', he looked up into my face, my mouth still hanging open I smiled down at him, `you bastard' I groaned, he smiled and then as I watched he bit his lip, blood spurted out, I felt my eyes flare as my mouth flashed down to his, my tongue licking up his blood, the rush making his cock feel so much easier in my ass, I licked more, kissing him passionately as I forced my hole down his shaft, eventually coming to rest on his big southern bull balls. I sat up euphoric, grinding and riding myself on his horse cock, he was grinning up at me, blood smeared all around his mouth; that was better than poppers, Montfort, had taught Connor a new trick. He ever so slowly to start with, began thrusting up his hips, each thrust pushing his bellend ever deeper into me, I began to meet his thrusts, both of us getting faster, but still holding rhythm, I could feel the stress being fucked out of me, I was enjoying this; I needed it. I threw my head back and rode this bull, till both our skins were glistening with sweat, I would need another shower. I became aware that my own cock was now rock hard bobbing up and down as I rode his shaft, I glanced down I was spinning silver threads in precum from his stomach to my cock, I gripped my own shaft and began wanking my cock furiously, he opened his mouth and held out his tongue, that sent me over the edge, I cried out as I began spurting out jets of cum, some which landed on his tongue the others on his face, he lay waiting for me to finish, Montfort had trained him well, I flicked off the last blob and slowly pulled off his shaft, feeling my ass hole stretch once more to let his bellend out. I moved to the side of him, his cock still rock hard, standing monolith like in the morning light, I took hold of it and began wanking him rapidly, I moved my mouth down to his large slit, his hand was placed on the back of my head, easing me down till my own lips slid either side of his cockhead, once he was sure I wouldn't lose a drop, I felt him, begin spurting into my mouth, hitting my tongue, his juice had lost none of it rejuvenating power, I felt my system surging as I absorbed and swallowed his man juice, refreshing my very soul, I licked up the last drops, I pulled my mouth off his bellend, normally I would feed with a guy's bellend in my mouth, but with Connor so blessed by Priapus, that was impossible, I eased his shaft over, revealing the puncture wounds just below cockhead, a quick flick of my tongue to anesthetize and my fangs pushed into his flesh, I heard him groan and his hand grip loosen on my head, instead his fingers began to work through my hair as mine had to his, he lay until I was sated, his blood, giving me new life. Having drank my fill, I lay with my head on his stomach, his cock slowly deflated before me, now that was amazing. We lay quietly for several minutes, I felt him moving under me, I looked up at him, I knew I had to go and meet Montfort. `I had better get you in the shower' I said taking his hand and dragging him with me, this time us both singing as loud as we could `Love is like candy on a shelf, you want to taste and help yourself the sweetest things are there for you, help yourself take a few, that's what I want you to do, We're always told repeatedly, the very best in life is free, and if you want to prove it's true Baby, I'm telling you this is what you should do, just help yourself to my lips to my arms, just say the word and they're yours...' `Sir, when you're finished, Montfort is waiting' cWe hadn't heard the door, it was my own man Friday, Mr Personality vacuum, Connor and I both burst out laughing, once again Montfort knew exactly what I needed and Connor supplied it in buckets and it wasn't just his cum. ***************** Guys, it's always great to hear by email that you are enjoying the story and want it to carry on. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother' `Joshs Adventures series' `An Army life for me' `Grandmas Bedroom' `Nightcam Fun' `Dominic Online' `The Extraordinary Christmas Party'