Followed Home (Erotic Tale of a Vampire) by Audrey Grace Page A

again. His presence is undeniable. She knows he’s in her mind, somehow. His hunger, it’s palpable. She can feel it like the hot humid air. It surrounds her, envelopes her, clings to her like clothing.
    She knows he’s getting closer and closer. His footsteps out-pace hers. The excitement she feels is unexplainable. She knows it’s silly. She knows it’s dangerous. She thinks its vanity.
    But she is beginning to doubt.
    She walks past a small park, and turns into it. She doesn’t know why, but she suddenly feels she wants to sit down somewhere. Somewhere secluded. Somewhere private. He follows her in. His feet crush leaves beneath them. She can sense his hunger, it’s more than just lust. Her doubts are confirmed, it’s more than just vanity. He’s hungry, and she’s affected.
    She walks through some trees and comes to a clearing. She stops. Her chest is heaving in anticipation. She waits. Her mouth is dry and sticky. She sees him. Her sweat is beading more profusely.
    He approaches. She looks at him as he walks to her. Large arms, tanned skin, wide shoulders. He’s gorgeous, he’s sexy. She wonders if he’ll take her there. Only, she doesn’t know what that means. He comes up to her, smiling, but his expression does not quell the storm of turbulence in her mind. It is as if she is waging a war with herself. Run! She yells internally. Stay! She yells internally.
    He pushes his nose up against her neck, smelling her scent. She knows she’s sweating, but she’s not self-conscious. Her body tenses when she smells his scent. It’s powerful, heady, more than just musk. He strokes her hair softly, looking into her eyes. She can see his. They are dark, somehow old, as if he has seen more time than any human would care to.
    Softly, he touches her neck with a finger. It is a delicate, gentle touch. She’s aroused by that, by his deft digits. He licks her skin softly. She feels his hunger. It’s almost as if he wants to eat her.
    He withdraws, and she sees two white fangs. They glisten, seem to glow, and she’s instantly arrested, partly by fear, partly by excitement. She knows now what he really is. She thinks she shouldn’t believe it, that she should be doubtful, that this is a ruse. But she knows it is not. His presence is undeniable. It surrounds her, envelopes her. It clings to her like clothing.
    A vampire! She thinks to herself, grinning slightly at the thought. The creature moves in again, continues to lick her with his tongue, soft and warm and wet. He licks her neck, and down her jawline. He touches her parted lips with his finger. She’s drunk with excitement, and he is with hunger. He takes a bundle of hair into his hand and pulls her head to the side. Her neck is bared. The skin is smooth. It glistens with his saliva.
    He lowers his mouth to her neck and pauses. To her, it seems like he is savoring the moment, taking his time, not rushing things. He once again licks her neck, and then lets his fangs lightly graze her soft skin. She shivers beneath the feel of the sharpened, elongated, inhuman teeth. Her heart beats faster. Her stomach births butterflies. Her mind becomes woozy.
    The vampire wants to drink her blood! She knows it, and somehow she doesn’t mind. She wants the vampire to drink her blood. She rolls the thought around her mind like a candy in her mouth: What would it be like to be a vampire? To live for all eternity?
    She not only wants the vampire to bite her. She wants the vampire to satisfy her lust, her arousal, the heady concoction of emotions that has sent her mind swirling in a mix of myriad shades of red.
    He seems to sense it. He slides his hand along her body, feeling it. It’s tight and hard. She exercises regularly. His hand finds the end of her summer dress, and roams back up her body to find the straps. He slips them off, one shoulder at a time, and lets her dress fall lower, inch by inch, until the swell of her breasts are revealed, barely contained within her small and