It has been weeks since the transformation.
Just after you fled the hospital, you spent the days resting and recovering.
At night you feel strong and powerful, but during the day you feel weak and sluggish.
At night he fed you blood and meats, and taught you how to deal with your new hungers. Hungers, that at first had you clawing at your skin and ranting like a crazy person. “I’m Starving!” you screamed. He calmed you with cool blood, which you drank thirstily from a plastic cup. Followed by small pieces of raw meat, which you wolfed down. “Calm yourself. Control yourself. Slow down and taste what you are consuming.” he kept saying Once you were full, you would feel better and sleep.
You aren’t really sure how many times this happened. But you know that soon, when it got dark, instead of screaming about your hunger, you calmly asked, “When do we eat?” At that point he had you sitting calmly at the dining room table, and eating off of fine plates and drinking from glassware.
“I have to return to my home. I have to go to work.” You told him. He showed you an article on the internet showing that you died.
“You are dead, or at least the World thinks you are dead. I will help you establish your new life. We already relocated to a different city to lessen the chance of people accidentally recognizing you.”
He continued to feed you, food that was both raw and rare and in a greater variety.
Soon, you felt better during daytime too. Cooking and caring for yourself, getting used to the large studio apartment. It has a number of rooms. A bedroom for you, a bedroom for him, an office which he calls the “library”. Sometimes he smokes a pipe in there while reading or listening to music. In the kitchen he has a couple of refrigerators. One for food, and one for wine and other beverages including animal blood. In the bathroom you notice that he uses soap that reminds you of incense. All of this explains why his scent is different than other men.
You learn to call him “Al”. You asked him his name and he playfully responded in a sing-song tone, “You can call me, Al.” “Is that your name?” you ask.
Softly caresses your face, in an almost fatherly manner. “For now it is.” “Can I see my friends and family? Can they be told that I’m still alive?” you ask.
“You can. But it will confuse them. If you trust them to keep your secrets, we can see them. If you call or email them, it will seem like a cruel trick or a scam. When you feel stronger, we can visit anyone you wish.”
“But I feel stronger now. I don’t feel the disease anymore and I can breathe freely”.
“There is more for you to learn, before you can travel in the world again. Trust me and learn from me. You will soon understand.”
You kept feeling skeptical. “This is the kind of thing that they say in cults.”
The next day, he brings you to a legal office that issues you a new identity, new bank accounts, and all the modern trappings that you need. “There is a network of us and people who know about and protect us. I will introduce you to more of them in time.” He says.
You look at the name on the cards. They have your photo but say “Betty Jones”. “But that’s not my name.” you try to protest.
“It is now. Overtime you will change your name and information many times. That is how we move through this world.” he says in an almost sad tone.
“This doesn’t help my feeling that this is still some sort of cult or mind control.” You tell him on the drive back to his place.
He laughs in a sad way. “We have to do things that will protect our secrets. If everyone knew that we could defeat death and disease, governments would try to round us up and control us. Experiment on us. If you don’t think that would happen, someday I will introduce you to some of us who were unlucky enough to be caught by scientists during both World Wars. Government scientists are cruel in their methods regardless of the government. Do you understand our need for caution and safety?”
You think about it for a moment. You have seen history videos on the internet about various government experiments. You shudder for a moment.
“Ok. But I want to at least talk to my parents soon.”
“Give me another week of teaching you, training you, and preparing you and then we can.”
During that week of training, he showed you that “For most of your food you can consume various meats. Rare or raw provides you the nourishment you need. But there are times when we require a bit from humans too.”
That is where the training was really needed. One thing you were happy to learn is that telepathy is real. Every time he “spoke” to you in your mind, it really happened.
You worked to improve your use of it Communicating with him was easy.
He explained that you have been doing it for months, so of course the two of you could do it. Now you needed to try it on someone you hadn’t previously done.
“Let’s go to a dance club or a sports bar. They are good places to ‘hunt’ for snacks.” He says with a grin.
He picks one that you’ve never heard of before. You realize, of course you hadn’t, this is an entirely different city than the one you used to live in.
“Before we get a snack, we need to shop for some clothing. You need to use your new bank cards. The accounts are good. I deposited some “seed money” in them to help you start. Later on, I will introduce to our investment managers. You only need to work if you want.” He holds open the door to a very expensive clothing store.
You never could have shopped here previously.
“When you try on your outfits, I want you to take your time. Feel the fabric on your skin. Concentrate on the look and feel of everything. Don’t worry about the cost.”
You walk around the displays and racks.
A tall slender woman comes towards you “May I help you, Ma’am?”
“Yes, she needs a series of outfits. Some for going out, some for business, and some for relaxing.” He says before you can answer.
The attendant walks around you and then takes out a small note pad.
“Do you have a preference of fabrics?” she asks.
“Not really.” No has ever asked you that.
After a few minutes the attendant comes back with a couple of evening gowns, a couple of “summer dresses” and some workout clothes.
“The fitting rooms are this way.” She says as she leads you.
You go in and pull off your clothing, jeans and a t-shirt that he brought you after you left the hospital. You look at the first evening gown. It is a long black dress. You hold it against you and look in the mirror. It looks like it is silk. It feels smooth and cool on your skin. You have never felt anything like it before.
You slide it over your head and down your body. It moves so smoothly. Looking in the mirror, it looks great on you except for the visible bra straps.
“Can we see it on you?” The attendant calls.
“Sure, but why?” you ask as you step out.
She has a piece of chalk and a pin cushion. She has you stand still as she walks around you, marking the fabric and then making notes on her pad.
“But what if I don’t want this one?” you ask.
“Don’t you like it?” Al asks as he looks appreciatively at you.
“It isn’t that. I mean, it feels great, but I didn’t think we were getting tailored and fitted dresses.” “My dear. You can wear anything you want. Whenever you want. But please indulge me in this. Allow me to get you a few outfits that fit you like nothing you have. And later if they just hang in your closet, it is your choice.”
You think it over and agree.
After the black one, you try on a red one. Then a gold one. Each is cut differently and the fabrics vary from silks, satins, cottons, blends, and so on.
The business sport coat is wool with both a matching skirt and pair of slacks. “Why do I need this?” you ask as you look in the mirror. It reminds you of what you see women in government wear.
“I thought you would appreciate having something that would allow you to go into professional settings unnoticed.” He says with a smile.
You lose track of the time. When it is over you are wearing your jeans and t-shirt again. You have pickup slips for your tailored outfits, a couple of boxes for things that didn’t need to be fitted, and a bag containing new underwear and lingerie.
In a low tone, you say. “I thought we were going to get “snacks” at a club.”
He laughs as you get in the car and you notice, the sun is down.
“Oh, yes, we are going to get snacks. But I wanted to let you do some shopping first. I find that shopping helps my appetite. It also changed what you were focused on. You left the house thinking about feeding. Now you are thinking about how the various fabrics felt, including the new panties that you are still wearing. You like how the lace and silk feels on your skin.”
You exhale in a resigned tone. “And you can tell all of this because you are reading my mind.”
“Yes. I want you to take a moment and focus on creating a wall in your mind. Picture this wall as something thick and solid. Place it in the front of your mind. Think ‘Nothing gets in or out’, as you do this.”
You close your eyes and do as he said.
It is so quiet all of a sudden. It was like you were in a room with low murmurs and snippets of conversations. But now it is quiet. Quiet in a way you hadn’t noticed.
You open your eyes expecting to see a dark void, because of the silence.
But you are still in the car as he drives through the city.
He says aloud “Ah, that is better. For a while you were broadcasting your thoughts. I am tuned to you so I heard them easily. There could have been others who were sensitive to you too, but I didn’t notice any.”
Al pulls into a parking garage and stops.
“We are going into a nearby bar, and get a snack. Remember people are just snacks. We don’t drain them, or consume them like we do food. We simply take a little blood. It mixes well with ours. Also, if we were to consume humans, it would get noticed.”
“And we want to remain hidden.” You respond.
“For now, jeans and t-shirt will work. My shirt and slacks will blend in too. As for your thoughts. You don’t need to concentrate on the “Wall that nothing gets through” any more. That was to clear your mind. It is easier to do than the cliché ‘Empty your mind’. While we are in the bar, I want you to think, ‘I am just a plain looking person’ until I tell you otherwise. Also do you remember how I drank from your breasts? When you take your snack, I want you to do similarly. Take from their chest. The veins in the chest will provide you what you need without accidentally killing them.”
‘What about from the neck, wrist, or arm?’ you ask.
“You can feed from anywhere. But some places can be harder to control. Also, taking from veins visible to anyone is crude and amateurish. In novels and movies, it is dramatic to feed from the neck. We want to take just a little and to have it be in a place where it won’t be so easily noticed by others.”
‘That makes sense. So why did rub my pussy each time?’ you ask.
“To keep you excited and help with your blood flow. Besides, in the blood of your snack, you can taste the pleasure. It is different from drinking blood from the fridge or drinking animal blood from the butcher. You will see.” He says with a smile.
You go into the bar. He and you take a couple of stools near the end of the bar. He orders each of you a beer.
“I thought you preferred wine?” you ask over the sound of the game on the television.
He thinks back at you “I like wine or something harder at times, but right now we are focused on getting snacks.”
As your beers arrive, you think to him. “Ok, now what do we do?”
He sips his beer, and his voice is clear in your head. “We watch the people coming in. I want you to look for a guy drinking by himself. Then we take him either outback or in a secluded corner.”
After a while, sipping your beer and thinking “I am just a plain ordinary person”, you hear “There is one. That guy at the table by himself. He is on his third drink. I want you to look at him and think ‘Join me by the Ladies room’.”
You do as he says. The man locks his eyes on yours. You hear his thoughts say “I will go anywhere with you Darlin’.”
He lifts his drink and empties it. Stands up and makes his way, unsteadily to the restrooms.
You hear Al say “I’ll stay here. Call for me if you have any problems. Take him to a quiet place and take your time. Excite him and drink in his pleasure.”
You quickly make your way through the bar. No one seems to really notice you.
You move effortlessly and faster than you thought. You are at the restrooms before the man. As he reaches for the Men’s room door, you take his hand and pull him into the Ladies’ room. It’s empty. A good thing too, because you didn’t check. You take him to the stall farthest from the door and latch it behind you.
You kiss him hard. “I want you. I want you hard for me.” You think at him.
He kisses you back and braces himself on the walls of the stall.
“You are so sexy.” He says. You put your hand over his mouth.
“We must be quiet if you want me. I’m going to suck your cock.” You think at him.
He nods.
He undoes his belt and drops his pants. You kiss him again, and reach down grabbing his hardening dick. You slowly stroke it as you firmly grab it.
You can hear his heart beating as you do this.
Squatting down, you lick the tip. It tastes sharp and strong. He moans as you lick down the shaft, squeezing his balls.
You stand up still stroking him with one hand as you lift his shirt with the other. Slowly you lick around his hairy nipple, tasting the salt and sweat on his skin.
He is breathing harder and his cock feels hard in your hand. His heartbeat is strong and you can clearly hear it. You can almost feel the vein in his chest.
You slowly suck his nipple feeling it harden in your mouth.
“Damn that feels so good Darlin’.” He whispers.
He clamps his mouth shut as he tries to moan.
You stroke his cock faster and harder. It feels hard and slick. His pre-cum is lubing it and you know he is going to cum.
Now, you need to feed. Your sharp teeth bite into his soft flesh. You taste his warm blood slowly flowing into your mouth. You suck from his chest. You can taste his pleasure.
“Is this his excitement or mine?” you think.
You feel your nipples hardening, your pussy getting wet. Your own heart beating faster too.
His chest is so warm as you press your face against him and suck harder.
Your skin tingles and you feel pleasure building within you.
You taste and feel pleasure of his orgasm as you pump his cock harder. He grabs your head and holds you against his chest. You suck from his chest deeply as you grip his cock hard.
A wave of pleasure moves through you and you feel his warm cum on your hand.
“Damn Lady, I have never done anything like that.”
You kiss him on the lips and think at him. “Keep quiet. I sucked your cock. I gave you the best head you ever had.”
You create the image of you squatting in front of him, sucking him off, and licking his cock clean. The image is so clear in your mind, you almost think it happened that way.
Looking at his chest, you see the small wound is there but is quickly closing.
You pull down his shirt, squat down and pull up his pants.
Licking the cum from your fingers, you think at him. “Not a bad flavor.” and finish with, “You now feel tired, you want to pay your bill and go home. Happy and satisfied.” He nods and yawns.
You walk out of the Ladies’ room first and head back to your seat at the bar.
Al has a slight smile on his face.
“You need to work on how loud you think. That is not a criticism, just an observation. Every command you gave him, I heard clearly. It is a good thing most folks in the bar were focused on the game or their friends. Anyone who is sensitive to our thoughts would have picked up the image of you sucking off your snack. By the way, how did he taste?”
“Everything tastes and feels sharper and more vibrant.”
He lifts his glass in a toast. “Welcome to our world. You are now a predator and humans are our prey. But that is just the biology of it. We don’t have to kill them to live.”
“Do we need to feed off of them at all?” you ask sipping your beer, which removes the lingering taste of your “snack’s” fluids from your mouth.
“Think of it like vegetarians. You can live and thrive on all of the various other options. But is that what you were born for? You can make a connection while feeding on humans that is hard to do with other things. You can do it while feeding on live animals, but their thoughts and feelings are different from humans. After you have gotten more experience, we might go to the wilderness and hunt. You will see what I mean then. But you are more familiar with cities, so I thought this would be more natural for you.” He sips his beer.
You think about this. “Is this why I felt his orgasm as if it was mine?”
“It was your orgasm too. It was triggered by the pleasure you got from feeding and not by what you were doing with his cock. If you want sex instead of snack, you can still orgasm the way you did in your previous life. You might even try a variety of partners once you are comfortable with your new life.”
“So, every time you fed on me and gave me an orgasm, you got an orgasm too? So why not just have sex with me?”
He sighs and looks at his beer. “I haven’t had sex like that in a very long time.”
He finishes his beer and sets the empty glass down.
“The last time I had sex with a partner was long before you were born. She was another one of us. We fed and traveled together. We did everything we wanted, and whenever we wanted.” He motions for the bartender. “I thought of her as my equal and partner in everything.”
The bartender comes over and leans in closely to him.
You see his mouth moving but no sounds coming out. The bartender nods and walks away.
“She was my partner” he continues “right up until the accident.”
The bartender returns with a small plate with two lime wedges, a salt shaker, and two very tall shots. You can clearly smell the aged tequila.
He hands you shot. He puts salt on the lime as it sits on the plate.
He motions for you to salt your lime wedge too.
He then leans back his head, squeezes the salty lime so the juice lands onto his tongue and then he takes the shot and sips about half of it.
He swishes it around in his mouth before he swallows it.
You have never seen it done that way before, but you do as he did.
The salty lime juice hits your tongue with a burst of flavor. You sip the aged tequila and can taste how the lime mellows its flavor even more.
You swish it around before you swallow it.
“Wow. That is good.” You say. “Better than the beer we have been drinking. Why didn’t we start with that?” you ask as you point to what’s left in your shot glass.
“It’s not for us. It’s for her.” He says as he sips his glass again. “She loved tequila and mescal. I think it is because she spent so much time down South.” He sets down his glass with a little still in it.
“I healed you, and you will age far more slowly that humans do. But we can die. She loved to ride. Horses, and later on, her motorcycle. Her hair flowing behind her freely. She never thought of wearing a helmet or even a hat. Hell, back then, we barely knew about road safety for cars, let alone bikes. Besides, a helmet wouldn’t have helped. She was in an accident… that removed… her head… clean… from her shoulders.” He said and then finished the last of the drink. His eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
He wipes his eyes. “Enough of that. We are here, working on your training tonight. Do you want to try another guy, or maybe one of the few women here tonight?”
You finish your shot. You hadn’t seen him emotional before. It dampened your mood.
“I’ve had enough for one night. I think I need work on controlling my thoughts, and learn more about what it means to be “one of us”. Let’s go home.”
He quickly pays for both of you. “I thought we were each paying our own way tonight?”
“You can pay for both of us next time.” He looks into the mirror behind the bar, make a strange sad motion with his hand, like a wave or a salute, at himself. “You are right. We can go home.”
“I have a lot to think about and learn.” You think to yourself.
“Yes, you do.” His voice answers clearly in your head as he turns and smiles at you.
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