The Vampires Kiss is my second foray into adding a bit of horror. The transgender bits don’t really appear until part three but I hope you enjoy the tale and I’m sure you can guess where it’s headed.

The Vampires Kiss
By Anna Na Maus
©2018 by Anna Na Maus. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Part One

Who would ever have thought that being dead would be so much fun? Not that I’m really dead you understand, more undead. It happened three months ago. I was camping in Thetford Forest, near to the burger stand, when a creepy old guy came wandering around my tent. I wasn’t scared, I’m twenty-two years old and keep myself pretty fit so a skinny old guy couldn’t do anything to hurt me. I unzipped the tent and crawled out, pulling myself to my feet and making the most of my six-foot-four-inch frame.

“Can I help you?” I asked, making sure that my tone of voice showed my lack of fear.

“No.” He replied. “But I can help you. I can give you more power than you ever dreamed possible. I can make your dreams come true and, most importantly, I can make that tumour in your brain disappear.”

I frowned, how could this man know about the tumour, the Doctors had only discovered it this morning, hence the unscheduled camping trip to try and get my thoughts in order.

“What are you saying?” I asked, with a genuine curiosity.

“I mean exactly what I say,” the man smiled, not a pleasant smile, but then he didn’t have a pleasant face.

From the light of my lantern I could see that the man was even older than I first thought. He reminded me, a lot, of the emperor in Star Wars. A man of many hundred years. His eyes were dark and his face a mass of wrinkles but when he smiled he revealed a set of flawless, feral teeth that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. As I watched a new pair of teeth seemed to grow out of the gums in his top jaw, just above his natural canines. I knew what I was seeing, and I knew what the creature in front of me was, but I didn’t believe it.

“Nice trick,” I said, hoping that I still showed no fear, “but you’d be better finding a six-year-old to impress. I’ve got bigger things on my mind.”

“So, you would prefer to suffer a slow and painful death from the thing in your head, rather than accept what is standing right in front of you?” The man shook his head. “You are a strange man Chris Keeling, but then you know that anyway. Tell me, have you written your will yet? Did you put in that part about being buried in a dress? It needn’t be like that, I told you I can make all of your dreams come true.”

I pinched myself. I must be asleep, it had to be a dream. I had never told a single person about my desire to be buried in a dress, I had lived my entire life as a fake persona and wanted to be revealed to the world as I truly felt in my death when the bigots could do me no harm. But this man knew.

“If it’s a dream,” he spoke again, “what harm can it do to accept my offer? If none of this real you will wake up in the morning regardless of what happens now. Come to me Chris, let me give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Let me give you the power to shape your future the way you always wanted it to be.”

“By turning me into a blood sucker? How will that help me?”

“You know the tales, that we vampires are able to transform our bodies. Well, there is more truth in those tales than even your greatest story tellers realise. At sunrise every morning we must be in our grave, and at dusk we rise again to live the life that we have chosen. But it would be impossible for us to dig our way in and out of the ground every time, not to mention that even the stupidest human would get suspicious. So, we have the ability to turn into mist and seep through the soil, to reform when we reach the surface. When we reform we can choose the shape we want to take for the night. You would be able to choose your perfect body, the body you believe you should have had since birth. Think about it Chris, think of the possibilities. You could have everything you’ve been dreaming of your whole life and the price really isn’t that steep.”

“But, you kill people. I would be a monster, a murderer.”

“It is true, we have killed and some of our kind are monsters. But not all. You don’t have to kill, you can take just a taste from your victims and they would remember none of it in the morning. It is your choice and always will be.”

“So, I don’t have to be a killer? You promise?”

“I promise that you will only kill if you want to. Tell me Chris, would we even be talking now if I was as evil as the story tellers would have you believe? Wouldn’t I have just ripped your throat out and drunk my fill of your blood?”

“I suppose. Will it hurt?”

“You’ll die tonight, Chris and yes it will hurt. But it’ll be the last pain you need ever feel and it will be over in a matter of minutes. After tonight there will be no more headaches, no more hangovers or banged elbows. You’ll be free of everything that makes your life miserable.”

His words cut close to my soul. Whoever the man was it was as though he could see in to my mind and read my thoughts. Even before this morning’s news my life had been miserable, my parents were dead, I had no love life whatsoever and even my cat had abandoned me for a little old lady at the end of the road. I had to admit I had nothing to lose, if it was a dream I would wake up in the morning and carry on with my life. But if it was real…

“What do I have to do?” I asked.

The man’s smile widened. “Just come to me of own free will, Chris, come to me and I will make your dreams come true.”

Still with some trepidation I stepped forward and entered the man’s dark embrace. There was a sharp pain in the side of my neck and then, a sort of light headed feeling. That one pint too many but not properly drunk sensation, that close your eyes and feel the room float and spin. I felt weak and my legs gave way, but the man didn’t let me fall. He held me close, his mouth on my neck as he drank the life blood that had supported me for the last twenty-two years. The world span faster and my vision dimmed, I was on the verge of passing out when I felt him move. The pressure was gone from my neck and I felt his arm across my mouth. I felt something wet and warm dribble across my lips and heard the old man telling me to drink. Nervously I opened my mouth and sucked in the coppery tasting liquid that was the vampires blood. At first it felt wrong but with every swallow it became easier and I soon found myself hungrily drinking my fill.

Without warning a sharp pain exploded in my heart and I couldn’t help but scream. The man dropped me and backed away.

“Goodbye for now Chris Keeling, we shall meet again.” He said as the pain spread throughout my body.

I don’t fully understand the pain, it was intense – I know that much. It spread from my heart as though it followed the route that my blood would take through my body killing me as it went. Even with my knowledge of biology, I could tell when it reached my lungs and stomach, the pain intensifying as my major organs failed. I screamed and screamed, other organs failed but I don’t know which ones they were until whatever it was reached my brain. That was a pain more intense than any other, a blinding white pain that took over my senses.

Then the world turned black.

I guess that’s when I died.

To be continued…

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Part Two
 
It was dark when I awoke, very dark.
 
No, that doesn’t describe it properly.
 
There was no light at all, not a glint. I’ve been awake in the middle of the night when the only light came from the heavens, but this was not like that. Even when the clouds covered the moon and stars some light filtered through, but not here. In this place, there was no light.
 
I sat up, or at least I tried, but before I’d moved more than a few inches I bumped my head. I got scared, I’ll admit it. I began to kick and hit out at whatever enclosed me but whatever it was I couldn’t break through and my fear levels rose.
 
“Chris.” A voice tried to break through my panic. “Chris Keeling listen to me.”
 
I knew that voice, how did I know that voice. The man…the weird old man in the forest. Oh my God, it wasn’t a dream. But if it wasn’t a dream then I must be dead, I must be a vampire.
 
“Can you hear me, Chris?” The voice spoke again.
 
“I can hear you?” I shouted and was pleased when my voice sounded normal.
 
“There’s no need to shout, Chris, said the man, “it won’t carry through the ground and I’m not actually near you anyway. Do you remember when I told you about the mist?”
 
I nodded and then remembered where I was, so I shouted. “Yes”
 
“A nod will suffice. Now, Chris, I want you to remember what you look like. Can you do that? Think of how you look. A picture of yourself perhaps. Think hard Chris. Have you got an image in your mind?” I nodded. “Good. Now, I want you to imagine that you are floating, like mist, just rising up through the ground.”
 
I tried, but nothing happened. It’s all very well telling me to float like mist, but I don’t know what floating like mist feels like. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the sensation of going up in a lift. That little lurch as it begins to move and then a gentle downward pressure as you rise between the floors. I concentrated as hard as I could, but still I didn’t feel anything happen. I was about to give up when I felt water spraying my face.
 
I opened my eyes and then closed them again quickly, it was so bright. I was supposed to wake up at night, but everything was so bright. Slowly I tried again, squinting against the light. I could see stars in the sky above me, more stars than I had ever seen in my life. I could see everything, my vision was so sharp, and I could see so far, even at night. As I adjusted to the light I began to see such detail in my surroundings, the smallest movement of a spider as it waited for its prey, an earwig crawling over the dirt. But I couldn’t just see it I could hear it, every step it took. I moved my head slightly and heard an owl take to flight, a mouse squeaked in fright and I heard it try to run but the owl was to quick. It swooped, the mouse squeaked again, and the smell of fresh blood assailed my nostrils.
 
“It’s a lot to take in at first, isn’t it?”
 
I looked around and the old man was right there, less than a few feet away from me and I never heard his approach. I had heard a mouse die, but I didn’t hear the old man arrive.
 
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, “I’m a lot quieter than a mouse. Besides, you were distracted. Interesting clothes.”
 
I looked down and cringed. The photograph I had imagined had been on my mantlepiece ever since my parents died. It had been taken in Biarritz when I was 18, the last time we had been away as a family. My fourteen-year-old sister had been given three months to live, the same sort of tumour that appeared in my own head four years on.
 
Unfortunately for me it had been thirty-two degrees Celsius on the beach that day and I was now standing in a graveyard, at night, wearing nothing but a pair of bright orange surfer shorts.
 
“What the…?” I cursed but the man just laughed.
 
“I suppose we’d better find you something a bit more suitable to wear. Don’t worry, everyone makes mistakes the first few times out. You’ll get the hang of it…in a year or two.”
 
“Can’t I just…like…mist them?”
 
“It isn’t as easy as that. The whole mist thing takes a lot out of us, even if you were at full strength and had just fed you wouldn’t be able to change again for six hours. So, unless you want to start attracting unwanted attention we’d better be going. Come on.”
 
The old man led me through the graveyard to a small gate that led to a track running around the back of the church. The track cut through a small group of houses before reaching the High Street, a High Street that was still busy with shoppers.
 
“You’d better wait here,” said the old man, indicating some large bins at the back of a shop. Then he was gone.
 
He came back less than ten minutes later with a pair of blue jeans, a white tee shirt and a pair of white trainers. When I tried to change I discovered that the shorts wouldn’t come off. Apparently, that was something to do with the whole ‘mist’ thing. The clothes you had on at the start stayed on. You can undo buttons and zips, but the garment remains on. The old man kindly informed me that most male vampires go without underwear, so they just unzip their flies and ‘have their fun’, as he put it.
 
With me dressed he took me for a walk amongst the people of the town, letting me smell their blood and see the strange auras that surround everyone. He instructed me on how to predict the taste of a victim based on the colour of the aura and then he found me a sweet young girl to try. I didn’t kill her, and he assured me that she would remember nothing when she awoke.

To be continued...

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Part Three

After a few nights of being the person I had always appeared to be I decided it was time to be myself. It wasn’t really myself, more a woman I remembered from magazines, but she looked right for what I wanted. I remembered the boyish haircut, better, I thought for my first night out, the rounded breasts, the curve of her hips. The pale skin and perfectly shaved pussy, everything I desired. I closed my eyes and floated.

“I see you’re still having trouble with your clothes.”
 
The old man was sat on a gravestone, a huge, leery grin on his face. I looked down and squealed in horror, I was naked. I covered myself as best I could with my hands and wished that the ground would swallow me up, again.
 
“I would offer you my coat, but…” he said
 
“I know, you can’t take it off. I know how it works. Goddamn it, I was so determined to get my figure right I clean forgot. What am I going to do?”
 
“Well, if you ask nicely I’m sure I can go and lift you something to wear, what are you…a size ten?”
 
“I don’t know…I was a sixteen in my old body but I’m not in my old body anymore.”
 
“I can see that.” The old man took another long look at my nakedness. “Stay here, I’ll do my best to get something to fit.”
 
He disappeared amongst the gravestones and I sat myself on the grass enjoying the breeze on my naked skin. I must’ve been there for less than a few minutes when I heard voices at the main gates, I froze in full view of the three youths who had decided that tonight was a good night to trash a graveyard.

“Whoa, what do we have here?” shouted one of the boys, a blonde-haired guy in jeans and a vest top.
 
“Leave me alone or you’ll regret it.” I called back, doing my best to sound intimidating.
 
The youths laughed. “Really? You and what army?”
 
They began to walk towards me, spreading wide so that they were blocking off my escape routes. I stood up to confront them but only exposed myself even more causing lewd comments from my would-be attackers. The blond-haired person reached me first, his companions hanging back slightly to give him room. When he reached out to grab my breast I was so shocked at his audacity that I took a moment to react, it was only when he squeezed hard enough for it to hurt, yes, I can feel pain, that I grabbed him by the wrist and twisted. The bones snapped, and he screamed.
 
I let the boy fall to the floor, where he lay sobbing, and turned towards his accomplices. They ran. I was quicker. I threw the first against the tree I had been leaning against, breaking his spine as he hit, then I grabbed his friend, and, in my anger, I ripped his throat out and began to drink. It only took a minute and he was dead.
 
The boy I’d thrown against the tree was silent, but he was still alive, I could tell from the flashes of light in his dark blue aura. They didn’t flash for long, there was no need to kill him but something inside me had snapped and I made enough of a mess of his neck for him to bleed out on the floor. That left the blonde.
 
“Are you having fun?” I asked him.
 
He looked up at me, the blood of his friends running over my naked breasts and down my flat stomach before mingling with the sexual juices dripping from my vagina. Did I mention that killing these boys was the biggest turn on I had ever experienced? Tears ran down the boy’s cheeks that had drained of all colour.
 
“Please,” he begged, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t go to do anything really.”
 
“Of course not, if I had been a weak and helpless woman you wouldn’t have raped me, would you? You were going to give me your top to cover up my nakedness, weren’t you?”
 
The boy sobbed. “You were naked, what were we supposed to do? You looked so sexy and…”
 
I grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him into the air. He screamed as the bones in his broken wrist grated against each other.
 
“You are supposed to act like human beings, not beasts. A naked woman in a graveyard is clearly in some sort of distress and all you think about is sex.”
 
“I’m pretty sure you aren’t the one in distress.” Once again, the old man had managed to appear without making a sound. He looked at the bodies on the ground. “I see you decided to kill after all.”
 
“They deserved it,” I replied, “this one even more so.” I gave the boy a shake and he screamed as his wrist moved again. “Problem is, I’m not that hungry. Maybe you…”
 
The old man shook his head. “I have a sweet tooth; his aura is dark and bitter.”
 
He was right, of course, tonight’s meal was nowhere near as sweet as the young girl I had tasted on that first evening, but I had enjoyed the bitterness of the boys’ blood in a way I couldn’t have enjoyed the sweet blood of an innocent.
 
“Oh well,” I shrugged and bit deep into the boy’s neck, draining half his blood before I could take no more. Using my teeth to rip his artery open so that he’d bleed out, I threw him aside and watched until he was dead.
 
I cleaned myself as well as I could and put on the clothes that the old man had brought for me.
 
“As you have eaten already,” said the old man, “do you mind if I head of on my own to feed?”
 
I shook my head, thinking more of my sexual needs than his hunger. Killing the boys had left me needing something other than food and I had a new body to explore.

to be continued...

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Part Four
 
I didn’t go towards the shops on this evening, there were still crowds enjoying a bit of late night shopping and a summer evening meal at one of the restaurants dotted around the main square. I was looking for privacy, so I headed in the direction of the towns biggest housing estate. From some of the houses I passed I heard the sound of televisions, from others music and laughter, occasionally the sound of people having sex which didn’t help my overall feeling but eventually I found what I was looking for, a house in silence.
 
Making sure nobody was looking I pushed the door as hard as I could and the lock burst under my hand. Inside the house had a slightly musty smell and there was a small pile of post on the mat, but it was furnished and relatively clean. Habit made me check the downstairs rooms even though my new senses told me there was nobody in the house, then I went upstairs.
 
I chose a bedroom with a single bed and stripped down to my new underwear, enjoying the feeling of fabric as I took the feminine items off. Without thinking I tried to pose in front of the mirror, but there was nothing to look at. Something the story tellers got right was our lack of a reflection.

With an increasing sense of excitement, I lay on the bed and began to rub my hands across my new body. My fingers brushed against my bra covered nipple and a tingle flashed through my flesh making me gasp. Deliberately I brushed it again and then began to rub it, it felt as though electricity was running from my fingers into my breast and my whole body tensed with the sensation. I tried again with the other hand, both breasts at once. I moaned with the pleasure, it was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I had an ache between my legs like nothing I had felt before so, releasing my breast and letting my hand travel down my stomach until it reached my new panties.
 
As my finger neared my slit I knew that I was about to realise a lifelong dream and I prayed that I would not be disappointed. I pushed my fingers under the waistband of my panties and across the perfectly smooth skin of my fanny. When I reached the warm moistness I shivered with anticipation, when I touched my new clitoris I squeaked. I know, it doesn’t sound very sexy, but it was. I rubbed it gently and the sensations dwarfed the ones I was still getting from my breast, but they didn’t hide the existing sensations, they joined them to create a tidal wave that began to wash across my body. wave after wave of pleasure each pass stronger than the last. My breathing quickened and I closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings. I rubbed a little harder and the waves increased exponentially, I could hear myself making noises and they were getting louder but I didn’t care. My back began to arch, lifting my hips towards the ceiling and my finger slipped inside my body.
 
That was all it took, lights flashed behind my eyes and I made some very loud, guttural noises as my muscles tensed like rocks before melting away to water and leaving me lying in a puddle of happiness, a moronic grin on my face. Masturbating as a boy had never been that good and I lay on the bed relishing every sensation. Until somebody pushed open the door downstairs and shouted ‘Police’. Maybe I was a little bit too loud.
 
Without thinking to grab my outer clothes I opened the bedroom window and jumped into the garden below. I, effortlessly, vaulted the garden fence and glanced back to see a young Constable leaning out of the window, his face a picture as he saw me, clad in purple bra and panties, looking back at him. For some reason I couldn’t help but blow him a kiss before turning and running across the neighbour’s garden to make good my escape.
 
That was a while ago now and I am much better at visualising my body when I emerge from the grave. My favourite look is a dark-haired goth girl with lots of dark make up and tight corsetry, but the most successful is, unsurprisingly, the scantily clad blonde nerdy, but still sexy girl. Always in a skirt, and always in a pair of crotchless panties. Guys can’t believe their luck when they come across a pair of crotchless panties under a girl’s skirt.

 
That isn’t to say that I don’t appear naked occasionally, I love sex as a woman but there is one thing I love more – the sexual high I get from killing an evil man. They’re easy to spot thanks to their dark aura, the blacker the aura the blacker the heart inside, and they’re easy to trap because they prey on helpless young women and there is no one more helpless than a naked girl on the side of the road.
 
Most of the time, however, I appear fully clothed and drink from sweet young men, including a certain young PC who seems to cross my path a lot. I never kill these men, apart from anything it’s so much fun turning up as a different girl every night and letting myself get pulled by the sweetest, nerdiest little man in the pub whilst all the so-called players watch on in disbelief. In case you didn’t know, as well as tasting better, sweet little nerds try harder so it’s a win-win for me.

The End?

This may be the end of the story for now but if there is enough interest I could write more, maybe in the vampire superhero theme as nuuan suggested? It could be a series of short stories or a full length novel. Let me know what you think.