1. The Vampire Kiss Chapter Four: Slut on the Altar


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    The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 4: Slut on the Altar by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 The metal door boomed shut behind Abigail D'Angelo. The room was pitch-black. Her naked feet flexed on the cold concrete. She didn't mind the cold or the dark. She could see. Everything was painted in hues of blue in the absent of light. This was her room now. Her Sire's orders. Abigail felt the oppression of the sun outside the room and the walls of Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. She curled down naked on the floor, her clothing having been stripped away by Faust, the vampire who Sired her, the moment she arrived before she was shoved into here. She curled up on her side, her arm acting as a pillow. And closed her eyes. Damien's face filled her mind as she sank into sleep. I let him die. There was no way for him to get the keys. That saddened her. It was her Sire's will for Damien to die by sunlight, but the human part of Abigail loved her husband. If she was still human, guilt would have clouded her mind and kept sleep away. She plunged into her dreams. Abigail watched herself stalking through the cafeteria, moving on the balls of her feet, crossbow in hand. It was...surreal to the vampiress. She sat on one of the cafeteria tables. Her Sire, Faust, watched in the shadows behind the Dream-Abigail as the still-human hunter scanned the darkened room for the vampire. An exhilaration stirred through Abigail as she watched Faust stalk her dream self. Abigail squeezed her thighs together. Metal ...
    chains clinked. They were wrapped around her naked body, made of black iron pitted with blood and rust. Faust moved, shadow-walking as he crept up on Dream-Abigail. It was his vampire gift. Abigail hadn't learned what hers was yet. Every vampire had one. Shadow-walking was a powerful ability. Faust would melt into the shadows and then step out of another one. He grew closer to the oblivious Dream-Abigail. The real Abigail watched, remembering how tense she was as she stalked through the cafeteria. Then Faust appeared before Dream-Abigail. She fired her crossbow bolt, but he vanished back into the shadows and appeared behind her. The real Abigail's heart beat faster as she watched her dream self fight. “I am good,” Abigail purred. Faust constantly was forced to dive into the shadows by her dream self's attacks. “Not better than Sire, but I was amazing.” Abigail remembered the exhilarating terror of the fight mixed with the slow realization that this vampire wasn't newly turned but experienced. Faust wasn't a vampire for Abigail to tackle without Damien for back up. Vials of holy water smashed on tables. Crossbow bolts twanged through the dark. Faust danced through the shadows, moving with the grace of a vampire. The real Abigail licked her lips, her nipples aching as the climax of the fight drew closer. Any moment. Faust ripped the crossbow from Dream-Abigail's hand before seizing her throat. Abigail's own throat tightened, remembering her Sire's crushing grip choking off her air. ...
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