I woke up to the smell of burning skin and realized that a patch of my leg was exposed to the sun. I cursed my carelessness and quickly grabbed my sun ring from the bedside table, slipping it on to stop the burning. As a vampire, I had to be careful during the day and the sun ring allowed me to move around freely without raising suspicion.
I groaned, not looking forward to the day ahead. I was a 200-year-old vampire who had stopped aging at 21, so I had been attending college for a long time. Originally from Nigeria, I moved to a new city, state, or country after each graduation, starting fresh. I had just moved to Birmingham last week and today was my first day of college. I was studying psychology.
After getting ready, I headed to the kitchen for breakfast, grabbing a bag of blood from the fridge. I then got in my car and drove to campus. As soon as I got out, I saw the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall and dark-skinned, with a dreadlocked head and a tattoo sleeve on his left arm. We made eye contact and I quickly looked away, feeling shy. I ran to my first lecture, which was on forensic psychology.
The lecture was tedious, lasting three hours with the slow, gray-haired professor simply reading off the slides. I was tired and hungry, and being around humans made me uncomfortable when I was hungry because I could lose control. Luckily, that was my only lecture of the day, so I decided to head back home and call it a day. As I was leaving the lecture hall, I caught the foul smell of a werewolf. Vampires had a keen sense of smell and werewolves had an odor that was offensive to us. I looked around, trying to locate the source of the smell, but it wasn't until I bumped into the handsome man from earlier that I realized he was the werewolf. I was disappointed, as I had been hoping something could happen between us, but werewolves and vampires were natural enemies and it would be inappropriate. He grabbed my hand and stopped me.
"Hi, I'm Deji," he said, his voice deep and smooth. I couldn't help but imagine him moaning my name as we... well, never mind. The fact that he was Yoruba, like me, only made things more complicated. There's something about Yoruba men that drives me crazy.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Tolani," I replied, trying to focus on the conversation. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said, giving me a flirtatious smile. I couldn't help but laugh.
"I have to go though," I said, trying to make an excuse to leave. "Why so soon?" he asked, looking disappointed. "I was hoping we could chat a bit." Before he could finish his sentence, I quickly turned and walked away.
As I walked, I couldn't help but feel my body reacting to him in ways it shouldn't. After all, he was a werewolf and I was a vampire. I was sure he didn't know about my true nature, or he probably wouldn't have wanted to talk to me. But I couldn't blame him for trying – I was quite attractive, or so I had been told. I was 5'4", with an hourglass figure, brown eyes, long hair, and dark brown skin.
For the next few hours, I couldn't get Deji out of my mind. I tried to focus on my assignments or find something else to distract myself, but nothing worked. All I could think about was him. I called my best friend, Chinyere, who was also a Nigerian vampire like me. We usually moved around together, but she had recently started dating someone and decided to move in with him. I told her everything about Deji, excluding the fact that he was a werewolf. She was happy for me and encouraged me to pursue him. "Tolani, you haven't been in a relationship since Temi," she said. "It's time to try again. You can't be alone forever, you deserve to be happy."
"I know that," I replied, "but it's not about Temi. There's a very good reason why I can't be with Deji, but I can't tell you what it is." I sighed. "Well, if it's that serious, at least sleep with him. Get it out of your system. You're pathetic right now, you can't focus on anything because all you're thinking about is him." I laughed and ended the call. She was right, I was being pathetic. I decided to take her advice and sleep with Deji, hoping that it would turn me off of him.
One thing about being a vampire is that we all have unique powers. Mine is teleportation. I can teleport anywhere I want. I decided to teleport to where Deji was, and it turned out he was at a bar. I saw him before he saw me and sat down next to him. When he saw me, his face lit up. "Hey, I've been thinking about you," he said. "You ran away earlier and I really wanted to talk to you. Was it something I said?" He sounded sad.
I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. "No, it wasn't you," I said. "I just had a lot of stuff to do at home."
"Okay, well can we talk now?" he asked.
"Of course we can," I replied.
So, we did, we talked for hours and hours. I told him about myself, how I came to Birmingham for school, everything really apart from the fact that i was 200 years old. He also told me a lot about himself too. He was from Nigeria, Yoruba just like me, he also came to Birmingham for school, he was studying psychology too, he was 22, and he had 3 sisters all younger who lived back home. Likewise, he was an artist in his spare time, and he showed me a few pictures of some of his paintings, which were absolutely stunning. I could feel the walls surrounding my heart slowly breaking and at that moment I didn't care whether he was a werewolf or not, I wanted him and I could tell he felt the same.
The bartender informed us that they would be closing soon, so we had to leave. He asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment with him, and I agreed. We walked in a comfortable silence to his apartment, which was surprisingly in the same building as mine. I lived on the 24th floor, while he lived on the 22nd, but I decided not to say anything, thinking it would be funny if we happened to run into each other one of these days.
We walked into his apartment, which was built the same way as mine but was much messier. There were art supplies like canvases and paintbrushes scattered around. "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting any visitors," he said. I giggled in response. "It's all good."
Next thing I knew, I felt him holding my waist from behind, and I could feel a shiver run up my spine. He started kissing my neck slowly and sensually. I turned around to face him, and we started making out. He tasted strong and intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.
He picked me up while still kissing me and took me to his room. Pushing me against a wall, he started to take off my clothes. First, my shirt, then my skirt, then my underwear until I was completely naked. He threw me on the bed, and I lay there staring at him while he took his clothes off. My eyes widened when I saw his big dick. "Like what you see?" he joked. "I love it," I replied.
He climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me, which would have been too much weight if I wasn't a vampire with super strength. He started trailing kisses down my body and stopped at my boobs, putting one in his mouth while squeezing and caressing the other. I normally don't moan, but I just couldn't help it. He then trailed his second hand down my stomach and started rubbing my clit. It felt magical! I was screaming and moaning his name, not caring if anyone could hear me.
I felt the mouth on my boob remove, and the next thing I knew, his head was between my legs, eating me out. This wasn't my first time, but it had never felt like this before. This man was good. I wanted to repay the favor, so I tapped him. He looked at me and I told him to lie down. I put his entire dick down my throat, luckily not having a gag reflex. I started going up and down, using as much spit as I could and focusing on the tip, using both my hands. He was trembling and moaning my name, and it was music to my ears. I increased my speed, knowing he was enjoying it.
He pulled my head off, turned me around in a doggy position, and I arched my back in agreement. He rammed his dick into me with full force and strength, and I screamed. He started thrusting relentlessly, and we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this before. Maybe I should have sex with werewolves more often, I thought to myself. He was like that for fifteen minutes, and we both came together. He proceeded to put me in seven positions for 70 minutes. By the time we were done, we were both tired, and the next thing I knew, I was asleep.
I woke up to the sound of people talking and found myself tied to a chair in a room, still naked, surrounded by seven different men. I was confused and looked at Deji, who was avoiding eye contact. It was at that moment that I understood. He knew I was a vampire, and he had been sent to capture me. I could feel tears threatening to come out, but I held them back. I couldn't let them know I was weak, or that I was hurt. I sat there, helpless, while the men discussed my fate. In the blink of an eye, I saw a wooden stake being driven into my chest, and everything went black.
The end.