Splurge by Summer Goldspring Page A

cloudy, so there was no reason for him to suspect
     
    anything . One night I decided to turn him. We were at his villa, in his living room where we were making out. He would speak to me in his deep Italian accent, which was super hot!
    I started to make my way into his neck, kissing it.
    He very much enjoyed that. I was ready to turn him. It was my first time turning someone. I lashed out my pink fangs, and sunk them into his neck. He braced himself, holding onto the couch. I couldn’t let go of him, he tasted too good. He stopped resisting.
    I cleaned him out. I realized once I started, there was no stopping me. I dropped into a trance, and had a sexual threesome with two hot Italian men. One was taking me from the front. The other from the top.
    It was a dirty affair. I was feeling extra naughty. This was a quickie, and sometimes my trances would be like that. I guess when deep down sometimes I wanted to just wake up and find my next feed.
    I traveled to Germany. There was a guy I met, his name was Ivan.
    He was built, blonde hair and blue eyes. He worked as a waiter in a fancy restaurant. The first time I set eyes on him, I knew he was mine.
     
     
    I stocked him for a few days. He served me, and he found it very amusing that I would never eat anything, just play with my food to make it look like I took a few bites out of it.
    He finally had the balls to ask me out, and we dated.
    We went all around the city, to museums, out dancing at night, and spent time at his place. He actually lived with his parents, and they were very nice people.
    Ivan and I spent most of the time in his basement, making out and having wild sex. His parents knew what we were doing and didn’t seem to care.
    I decided I was going to turn Ivan.
    I told myself that I was not going to go overboard and over drink his blood. I was riding him one night, and th en we finished a minute later.
    He wasn’t the best in bed but he would make a great companion. After Ivan blew his load I decided to slip my pink fangs into his neck while he was resting.
    I sunk my fangs into his neck and I made sure not to suck him dry. I decided to stop after a few seconds, and pulled my fangs out of Ivan’s neck.
    He was choking! Blood was squirting out of his neck from the fang holes. He was bleeding to death.
     
     
    He was holding onto his neck, and then I took my hands to his neck to stop the bleeding.
    The blood wouldn’t stop shooting out of his neck, and then suddenly Ivan stopped moving. He was dead. He died with his eyes open. I was covered in his blood. Ivan’s mother called out to Ivan.
    When he didn’t respond I told his mother that he was sleeping. She continued to call out for Ivan. She didn’t even understand my English.
    She came downstairs and saw Ivan on the bed in a pool of his own blood. She screamed.
    I came behind her and told her to stop screaming, and she wouldn’t so I sunk my fangs into her neck to make her unconscious. Ivan’s father came down to see what was going on. He saw me standing over his wife’s body.
    All three of them were good to the last drop.
    I traveled back home and decided to give traveling a rest.
    Turning someone was all about timing, and it was just a matter of time before I turned someone.
     
     
    All I needed was more practice. I went around town and practiced, practiced, practiced. Soon, I was going to be perfect.
    One night I was in the mood to splurge. I roamed the small town I was wandering past. The night was foggy, yet people were walking the streets.
    I spotted this juicy looking red head girl and I followed her.
    I thought I would see what she was up to and follow her home.
    She walked into a building and I followed her.
    She made her way downstairs into darkness. There were curtains that she walked past and I followed her inside.
    Inside the room was dark lit by candles and there was about a dozen men and women standing around drinking coffee and helping themselves to sweets like donuts and croissants.
    I