I woke up to to a sunrise this morning.
Sunlight peeked thru my shades, hit my tears and reflected my
pain onto my pillow
The sorrow in my chest has subsided a bit
since I realized the other side of the mattress was cold.
I don't dream of happy endings.
That stopped the day I saw the glimpse of sparkle in your eyes
as you looked at her in line at the grocery store.
I'll be better
My fear of the unknown and loneliness
swirls around my fingertips
My temples pump with frustration
as I try to find my peace within.
All to show her, I adore her
Life is nothing without the comfort of
knowing someone cares about you.
The air is cleaner when I'm with her
My waves crash against her shore
She depletes and replenishes my energy
all at the same time.
The moment that turns into a minute
A minute that turns into an hour
Hours turn into days
Each filled with tenderness, desire and devotion
Micaela's Shift Vampisode #1
Micaela's shift was starting soon. She wasn't sure if she should wear the black and red t-shirt with the leather sleeves tonight or to keep it light. She looked at the long sleeved white button down with her black vest and put her hand on her chin. She stood five foot five. Her hair is black as a raven’s. Beautiful dark brown eyes, olive skin and medium build. Her culture was a mix of Latina and African-American. You couldn't resist her if you wanted to. She walked over to the large bay window and looked down towards the street. She let her head lay gently on the tainted glass and as she did this, one of the curls fell on her forehead. She paused in thought. There was a rumble growing inside her stomach. She wanted that taste in her mouth. She wanted that familiar breath against her skin. She wanted soft, wet kisses while she groped on her meal. She turned around and fastened her sports bra and started to look for a belt. The black and red was the choice for the night as she proceeded to put her bandana around her head. She bounced on the bed and laced up her tims. She suddenly noticed a droplet of blood near one of the loopholes. (How did that get here?) She let her mind wander. She couldn't recall when was the last time she wore the tan classics, but she figured she might as well rock them. The outfit was almost complete and she glanced at her watch. Damn. She was running late. She walked over to the chest of drawers and put on her diamond-encrusted ring and gold link bracelet. She sprayed on a little Tom Ford* cologne and made one last check around the apartment. She fixed her jeans and brushed them off a bit. She looked herself over. No plans to bring anything back tonight, she whispered to herself as she closed the door. She called for the elevator. She had no particular taste in mind tonight. She guessed she would know what she wanted once it presented itself. The elevator doors opened to the underground garage and she saw her baby. She did a quick once over around the yellow beast while it was warming up. She jumped in her ride with a sudden rush of anticipation. The first call came in and responded. It was uptown. She didn't usually like what that part of town provided, but at this point the hunger was so strong she was keeping an open mind. She didn’t drive at mad speed across town. She took her time. Her fare would be there. She came to a stoplight and Micaela licked her lips with an intense desire to hunt. It was the first time tonight the hunger presented itself. Micaela finally arrived at the address called in. It was a private residence and the fare was a Caucasian couple. A male and a female. They were dressed as if they were headed to a party. They entered the cab and instructed Micaela where to take them. They made small talk. They asked Micaela if she felt safe doing her job. She giggled and replied, "I haven't had any bad experiences yet." (If only they knew...) She thought to herself. They went on talking amongst themselves. Micaela could smell the liquor seething through their skin. She wasn't remotely interested in a threesome tonight. Still, the hunger would not subside. Eventually, they arrived at the couple’s destination. As the female exited, the male reached over the seat and paid Micaela. He thanked her for the pleasant ride and decent convo. It showed in the tip. The gentleman closed the door. Micaela sat with the motor running putting her fare inside her wallet when suddenly there was a knock as on the window. Micaela looked around and put her finger on the window button. There she was. Her hair was flowing in the wind. Micaela took in a huge gulp of air and was instantly aroused. Her nipples became hard. She was dumbfounded by how she captivated she was from the smell this human was giving off. "Where you headed?" Micaela barely uttered. "Brooklyn" "At this time of night? I don't usually go into Brooklyn after eight sweetie. But you look harmless." "Thank you so much. I promise I won't be a problem." The voice behind the vanilla-skinned beauty was soft and low, Micaela found it hard to focus on her next train of thought. Micaela watched the enchanting girl enter her cab. As she sat down, it was like watching her move in slow. Micaela asked for the address. Every time the beauty spoke, Micaela got wetter. Micaela put the car in drive and looked in her rear view mirror. Micaela was headed to Brooklyn with her fangs slowly exposing themselves.
Micaela's Shift Vampisode #2
Hey, if you don't mind me asking what's your name?" Micaela was being coy.
"It's Cairo. And I don't mind you asking."
Micaela was able to retract her fangs. The hunger was still building, but she was able to maintain her fierce urge to tear Cairo's throat open. She wanted to open up her legs first. Micaela thought it was a good idea to take the long way to Brooklyn. She decided to read the vanilla-skinned lady's thoughts. Micaela couldn’t believe that this human was captivating her mind and body. And if she had one, her soul. Micaela kept looking in the rearview mirror. Cairo was wearing a revealing black dress that showed every curve of her body. Her breasts bounced every time the cab hit a bump. Micaela knew Cairo was the one. It was just a matter of where to eat her and dispose of her. First things first. Micaela decided she would take Cairo to The "Fruit Streets". Not only would it be secluded there, but the East River would be the perfect resting place for dear Cairo. Micaela started to drive in that direction. Micaela's mind went back to undressing Cairo on the one of the benches (I could suck and fuck her while looking at the Brooklyn bridge) available.
Cairo was busy checking her face. She pulled out her mirror and puckered her lips. Cairo reached back in her purse and reached for her red MAC* lipstick. Cairo knew she was enticing her cab driver. What she didn't expect was that she would be so attracted to her. Cairo wanted a closer look. She also wanted her driver to see what she was offering. Cairo pulled both sides of her dress at the top to make her cleavage more revealing. Cairo leaned on the seat dividing them and began to pick at Micaela's brain.
"You didn't tell me your name. That was rude."
"I'm sorry darling. It's Micaela. My bad. So are you headed to home or to a party? Uhh, sorry. If you don't mind me asking."
"No, worries. I'm headed home. It was a boring listening party I was attending. I just stepped outside to smoke for a bit when I saw George and Samantha get out of the cab. That was my chance to escape. Can I ask you a question?"
"Do you like women? I mean, do you date women?"
"Why yes I do. Do you?"
"I don't do labels. I just like what I like. And I like what I see."
Micaela's fangs started to become exposed again. She began to breathe deeply and think of her maker. The fangs receded. Micaela asked if Cairo wanted to make a quick stop. Cairo quickly agreed. Micaela sped up and told Cairo to make herself comfortable. Cairo slid back and rolled down her window a bit. The wind coming through the window blew her hair just right. As Micaela daydreamed of her meal prepping herself, Cairo closed her eyes and let the night air soothe her body. Cairo started to rub on her clit and moan softly to herself. Micaela turned on the radio. Michael Jackson's Human Nature was playing. Cairo asked Micaela to turn it up. Micaela did as she was asked. Cairo pulled her panties off and slid them over the seat. The landed on the front seat and Micaela picked them up. Micaela held them to her face and inhaled. Micaela let out a moan and swerved the cab. Cairo giggled and continued to pleasure herself. She leaned back up towards Micaela and put her fingers in Micaela's mouth.
"I'm getting ready for you, Papi," Cairo whispered to Micaela in her ear.
Cairo fell back onto the seat and pulled up her dress. Her vagina hair matched her exquisite hair that was flowing down her back. The color was a mixture of honey blond and dark brown. Her hazel eyes kept flickering as she looked upwards towards the lamplights on the highway. Micaela told her to moan louder when she was getting closer to climaxing. Cairo said she was saving that spectacular sound for her. Micaela smiled. The exit was approaching and Cairo said she couldn't wait much longer.
Micaela drove slowly down Cranberry Street. She didn't see a human in sight. Micaela did see a parking spot. Micaela quickly made her move. She parked the cab with such swiftness and backed into the spot with no issues. Micaela was eager and ready to devour Cairo. Micaela put the car in park and turned the car off.
Cairo pulled her dress down revealing her breasts. Micaela could see a vein that ran from the middle of her neck to the right side of her breast. Micaela decided this is where she would make her first bite but not her last. Micaela got out of the car and got into the back seat of the cab.
"Cairo, turn around and pull your dress up."
Micaela's Shift Vampisode #3
Deann was so upset about the mess Vito made on the carpet. She blamed herself for staying out so late. It wasn't his fault. He was used to being walked between six and seven in the evening. Deann Cartell was a broker who worked in a large financial firm in Manhattan. She stood five foot six. Long brown hair and lovely curvaceous body. She loved everything about her body, but the magazines told her she was overweight. The models didn't look like her. Yet, she wasn't ashamed of her weight. She was confident and beautiful. Besides, as far as she knew men loved a woman with a little meat on their bones.
Deann walked her precious Havanese down Cranberry Street. Two blocks from her house. She hoped Vito would do his "business" soon. It was a bit chilly outside tonight and there weren't many lights on Cranberry. Vito stopped at a pole and relieved himself. As Deann looked across the water, she pondered on the happenings of the day that had passed and how busy her schedule was all week long. She wondered if the young man that stared at her cleavage during the monthly meeting today would ask her out. He was young, educated, and so handsome. It made her wet to think about him. She felt shy. The thoughts in the back of her mind seemed to seep through and make her self-conscious. Maybe she was too curvy for him. Maybe she would get up enough nerve to ask him out.
He did keep staring at me. He smiled every single time I looked his way.
Deann pulled at her coat and rubbed her hands together. Vito appeared to be done and Deann was anxious to get back to her home to call her girlfriend for advice.
Suddenly she looked down the street. The bouncing of the yellow cab caught her attention. She squinted her eyes to sharpen her focus. Vito started barking. She snapped at him to quiet down. Deann pulled at his leash and started towards the car.
This isn't any of my business. Why is that cab bouncing? I can't see a thing!
Deann started towards the car with a quickened haste. She was practically dragging Vito at this point. The car was bouncing and rocking. Deann wondered why no one was hearing the loud noise as the car jumped up and down. It was late after all. The streets were empty and there wasn't anyone else around. She managed to get close enough to see an outline of a person. The windows were fogged up so she couldn't see inside clearly. She stood there for a moment in a trance. Vito was barking incessantly. Deann finally snapped out of her intrigue and reacted to Vito. She spoke sharply to him to be quiet. Vito whined and calmed down.
Blood splashed on the back window and a hand smeared some of it, as small fingers slowly slid out of sight. Deann screamed out loud and backed up. She tripped over Vito and got entangled in Vito's leash and fell to the ground. Deann was panicking and pulling at the leash. Every time she tried to free herself, Vito yelped and barked. Deann was so preoccupied with untangling herself she didn't see Micaela standing over her. Micaela's eyes were red and there was blood all over the bottom half of herself. Micaela licked her lips and pulled Deann up by her collar. Deann started to shake. Vito's barking was loud and constant. Micaela spoke in a low tone and Vito immediately quieted down. Micaela drew her attention back to Deann who was frozen and could not move.
"Why hello miss thang? You are quite pretty. What's your name?" Micaela said slowly and with a snarl on her face.
"DDDDDDeannn". Deann managed to stutter out.
Deann's eyes were fixated on the image before her. Micaela's hands were full of blood and her grip was tight on Deann's coat as she jolted her to her feet. Micaela's fangs were exposed as she stroked Deann's hair. Micaela leaned in and began to kiss Deann. The blood that was dripping from Micaela's face was transferred to Deann's lips. Deann was in shock. She didn't know what to do and was frightened. Very frightened. Deann couldn't stop looking into Micaela's eyes. She didn't focus on the blood.
She's never seen so much blood on someone's face and hands. What was she doing inside that cab? What is she?
She looked over Micaela's body. There was blood on the front of her shirt.
Micaela hadn't removed her late night snack from the cab yet. She knew it had to be done soon. There was a small matter to deal with at the moment. The full- figured girl saw a little too much. What to do with the voluptuous girl once she got rid of Cairo...