Crystalbringer

My name is Ren Volkom. I'm in the first year of high school, and I'm a vampire. Or at least that's the only way I can explain this crazy bloodlust that's been plaguing me for about two years now. But you don't become a vampire overnight, right? First I was supposed to be bitten by one, but as far as I know it never happened to me. I've been living with the obsession of drinking human blood for two years now. I am an addict: I can put it off, but inevitably I give in. I once tried to abstain for three weeks, but it was a nightmare! I felt like I was going crazy, shaking and exhausted. If I had to follow my instincts, I would probably drink blood every night, but two or three times a month is enough to quench my thirst.

Tonight is one of those nights that I call 'the hunt'. Yes, I know it sounds brutal, but I'm not hurting anyone. I find a quiet, dark alley, stalk my prey, and then... bite his neck. My super-speed and strength allow me to finish before they realise what hit them. 

Tonight I am lucky. Less than thirty minutes into the hunt, I spot her: a girl walking alone in a dark alley lit only by moonlight.

Hey, I know her. She is Brianne Leviantis, the most popular girl in the school and president of the student council. What is she doing here at this hour? I've heard the rumours about her: apparently she's had an affair with almost all the boys in her class and even a few teachers. Should I really drink her blood? Who knows what diseases she carries! Just as heroin addicts have no problem drugging themselves with a used syringe, I too am forced to take these kinds of risks. 

I get closer to her, a few more steps, and then... WOOOM! A gust of wind sends me flying backward against a trash can. What the.?! I scramble to my feet and duck behind the can, my heart racing. That wind came out of nowhere. How is this possible?

Brianne turns around, and her eyes rest on the bin behind which I am hidden. «Ren Volkom, come out. I know you're back there!»

«What were you trying to do, kid?» she asks sharply.

I don't know what to say. Admit I was going to suck her blood? I could lie and say I just wanted to rob her, but that would probably be worse.

Brianne walks up to me, her gait slow and harmonious. With each step, her hips sway from side to side, and I find myself transfixed by the almost hypnotic rhythm in which her boobs rise and fall. «Elaine's suspicions were right. You have the Blood Crystal» she says, a hint of relief in her voice.

«I have... what?» I'm completely confused.

«You don't know about the crystal in your heart? Then how do you explain what you were about to do?» she asks, her gaze steady.

«Well. I'm a vampire!» I say, feeling utterly stupid.

She bursts out laughing. «You know vampires aren't real, right?

«Yeah, I know! I was just joking...» Actually, I had never been so serious in my life.

She smirks, grabbing my wrist. «Come with me». And before I can even process what's happening, she yanks me down an even narrower, darker alley.

She suddenly starts unbuttoning her beige shirt, revealing a black lace bra that cups her perfect and firm breasts.

My breath catches in my throat. Brianne's body is... wow. The tan of her skin, the blonde hair that just flows like silk, those perfect breasts, and those curves—her hips. It's all just so out of my league. 

My face is burning hot. «W-What are you doing, Brianne?» I stammer.

She looks at me with a slight smile; clearly, she is a little embarrassed herself, which oddly makes me feel better. «I don't want to get my shirt dirty. Blood's hard to clean, you know? Come on, just do what you came here for»

I don't need to be told twice. My fangs sharpen, and my green eyes flash red and deep. Brianne's at least fifteen centimetres taller than me, and in those heeled boots, I have to stand on my toes just to reach her neck.

The moment my teeth pierce her skin, a soft, almost seductive moan escapes her lips, and her breathing quickens.

I've never tasted anything like this before. Her blood is so sweet, it's almost intoxicating! I pull her arms, pushing her gently against the wall. My body presses into hers, and I can feel her soft, firm breasts against my chest. Her face flushes with colour, and the little moans escape her mouth louder now. But she doesn't pull away. No, she pulls me closer, her arms tightening around me.

I sink my teeth in further, and her blood flows like a river between her breasts. It's surreal. 

«R-Ren... that's enough» she utters, her voice quivering as she pushes me gently away. 

I step back, heart pounding in my chest. I am in utter disbelief. Traces of her blood drip from my lips. Why did she let me do that? Does she… like me? Nah, there's no way. She could get any guy she wants, and she is three years older than me. Me, nobody. So why?

Brianne pulls some cotton from her handbag and moistens it with disinfectant. She wipes the blood off her skin and cleans the bite like it's no big deal. Then, she puts her shirt back on. 

I can't help but notice how prepared she is, though. Cotton and disinfectant? Really? Almost like she knew this would happen.

«Does anyone else know about this… peculiarity of yours?» She asks, her voice serious again.

«No... I don't think so» I reply, still in a daze.

«I know you have questions. Tomorrow, after class, meet me in the student council room. I'll explain everything. But for now. Go home» she says, her voice soft but firm.

And just like that, she turns, disappearing into the night, leaving me standing there, completely lost.