Fallen Nightmares Book One

She wore a red dress

Chapter Five

“I am proud, that I found the courage to deal the initial blow to the hydra of public contempt.”

– Karl Heinrich Ulrichs

Dante let the door swing closed behind him. He loathed being in the council. But vampires had struggled for some time now. It had been almost fifty years since someone had been turned. And even those that had been turned then were considered young for obvious reasons. Even with the large amount that were turned then, their population was low. It was a broad estimate to say that only a little over 200 vampires still existed across the world. They had to be selective, the hunger experienced in the early years of life often leads to the loss of many human beings. Because of this, elders were the only ones allowed to turn humans since their strong blood- connected so much more to the purebloods that once ruled as it made it less likely to create a rabid vampire.

Since he was just over two centuries old he was nearing being considered an elder in title alone, even though Kalvier was far older than him. Kalvier himself was among the oldest to exist, and among the strongest vampires in the world. Some would give their life to have had him be the one to turn them. But Dante could care less, he had never wanted to be turned. Even at two hundred though, he still was in the council just because of Kalivers status. Gregor likewise had been turned by Crysto, who was also a turned by a pureblood. The other two members were over a thousand years old from what they would say, and they too were from a pureblood.

It would make sense, to wonder why there were only four vampires in existence who had been turned by purebloods. There were once many more, but between the dark ages which the vampire kind knew as the thousand year war, the black plague, and the witch trials, all pureblooded vampires were killed or simply vanished and never heard from again. During the thousand year war humans fully knew of the existence of vampires, and after finally beating the humans and managing to wipe out all history related to mythical beasts the losses were immense. Even though humans were weak, they were determined and had numbers far greater than those of the werewolves and vampires. The black plague made it impossible to bring up the population, with many vampires attempting to turn the sick and dying only for them to die from their weakness. The last surviving purebloods were found again by the zealots that used witchcraft as an excuse to hunt them down. Even with all the healing ability in the world, a vampire can not survive being burned alive or drowned. And for the sake of other surviving members, none could show their power once captured.

Dante sighed, thinking of how much his kind had suffered before he was even brought into existence. But there would always be suffering. Even among humans they could not even tolerate those that had different skin color or religions much less a whole other species. Fear of the unknown was like a motto humans followed since their creation. It only made sense though, according to the vampiric religion, humans were the second beings created after the Nightbringers- a lesser being created after the God realized the Nightbringers were to powerful. In turn, the Nightbringers created their own interpretation of humanity without the curses of aging and lack of connection to animals. Thus, the vampires and werewolves were brought into being. The Nightbringers had hoped to overcome the gods with their creations, but instead were banished to the mortal plane for their defiance. Given the title of Fallen, and stripped of their power. Still, that was only a legend now. Barely anyone believed it to be true. When you can live forever, it seems pointless to believe in a God while witnessing the downfall of entire civilizations.

The gods were a joke. So was his entire existence though. As if he had asked for it. Why would he have? He knew what it did to his sister, and if she had known what fate she would be met with would she still have chosen to be by Kalviers side?

The sounds and smells of the bar brought him out of his minds wanderings. It seems his body was excited for the hunt and had brought him towards the scents that almost always meant a meal. He smirked as he felt his stomach twist. Two days between packing and his flight from Europe and getting settled in. He hadn't had a free evening to get what he wanted. It was time to do what he did best.

He spotted her and her friend pretty quickly, but let the night simmer. Quite a few had approached the blonde girl in the red dress already. But her friend, the brunette in the blue tank top and black jeans seemed to be done with her friends antics.

He called the bartender over, ordering himself a whiskey and two vodka cranberry drinks. He had overheard her telling guys thats what she wanted all night, he may as well cut out one piece of the conversation. After receiving the drinks he sauntered over to them, approaching the brunette first but making sure to brush past her friend, using the brief moment of contact to glace at her eyes.

"Hey, you look a bit bored. I figured I would bring you both drinks in exchange for some conversation." He directed his speal toward the brunette. She looked at him, her scoff was barely audiable but he heard it.

"Ah, No thanks I hate vodka." The brunette was clearly put off by the entire night she had experienced thus far. "Besides, its about time for us to leave."

Dante smiled, he did like the brunette. That was exactly why he wasn't actually trying to talk to her. The blonde turned toward them. "Awh, but he brought us both drinks cmon hun let's stay." She made a puppy dog face towards her friend but was met with an eye roll instead.

"Nah, you have fun I'm done watching you try to drown sorrows in d***s and booze." The brunette walked off, heading to the bar to presumably pay her tab.

"Sorry about her, she's just upset that no one ever wants to talk to her and then when you try she just decides to leave!" She put and hand on Dantes shoulder. "But I am gonna hang around and finish those drinks for you."

Dante couldn't help but watch as the other girl left the bar. He wondered for a moment, how guilty she would end up feeling. He smiled anyway despite the thoughts. It didn't matter. He wasn't human anymore. Such things shouldn't bother him. "Well I hope you are more interesting then."

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Dante closed the door behind him as she entered the room, sitting on the bed instead of on the couch. He smirked at her boldness. Knowing that she had no idea what she had gotten herself into. There was a time long ago he would feel guilt, but his feeling of closeness to humans had long since gone. Now, they were nothing more than a means to an end. The strong eat the weak. He moved towards her, standing above her for a moment.

She watched him move, her eyes hungry. She scanned him again. She was wrong about what she thought earlier. He wasn't a model, his face carried scars and a toughness to it. But something about the way he carried himself made her throb, her heartbeat resounding between her thighs.

He could hear the increase in her heartbeat and knew that she was already wanting him. So be it then. He thought as he pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, kneeling onto the bed and pushing her down to remove his shirt. She let out a small gasp, not expecting him to be so forward. But he knew she was already thinking about it. He kissed her neck, letting her hands explore his bare chest.

She knew he was strong looking but didn't expect him to be so fit. His muscles almost shone, his body felt so rough against her. Her hands couldn't help themselves, and as he licked her neck she reached towards the band of his pants, pulling him forward more so that his groin was pressed against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, greedy for what she thought she deserved. A thought crossed her mind, that she didn't even know his name and he didn't know hers. For some reason, the taboo of it excited her. He put a finger to her mouth, staring at her with his green eyes. She looked up at him and saw desire- no hunger- and she bit her lip right before he brought her lips to his.

His tongue dashed out, pushing deep as she responded likewise. He grabbed at her breasts through the dress, eagerly fondling them and flicking his thumbs over her n*****s. He parted from her mouth and smirked. "You won't need this anymore." he grumbled as he tore her dress, tossing it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, all that was left was her thigh high black stockings. Instinctively she tried to cover herself briefly in the shock, but then moved her hands back to his pants, struggling to undo them. He laughed, and stood up- undoing them himself and removing them as well as his boxers.

She was surprised at the sight if him. He wasn't massively long, but he had a great amount of girth. She moved over to her side, beckoning to him as she turned over onto her stomach.

He smiled as she turned over, he planned on doing that regaurdless. He moved up to her, grabbing her hand and making her stroke him. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling as he got hard. Grabbing her hair and turning her head he pulled her to the edge of the bed, thrusting himself inside her warm mouth. This was one thing that would never stop feeling good. He let out a small groan as she began to suck him, and after a moment he took over. Thrusting himself fiercely into her throat. She gagged a few times and he pulled out. Her makeup had been ruined already, the

mascara smeared into her eyelid, her lips only bore a faint memory of the color she had worn.

He grasped her hair, pushing he back onto the bed. "Turn over." His voice was rough, demanding, but she listened. With her ass in the air, he pushed her head down, wrapping her hair around his wrist and grabbing onto her waist. He shifted his weight onto the bed, kneeling down on the disheveled covers. Letting go of her waist he grasped at her wet p***y, sliding his fingers into her. She moaned as he stroked upward inside her, curling his fingers. He pulled his hand away from her, smacking her ass hard enough to leave an angry red hand print. He stroked himself, pushing the head of his shaft against her- barely brushing against her c**t as he slid between her lips.

Grabbing her waist again, he shifted her ass up more, and pushed himself inside of her. She was tight, but not the greatest feeling in the world. Not like it mattered to him though. He thrust himself as deep as he could go, her moans of pleasure drowning out the sounds of his body slamming against her ass checks. He pulled her hair, making her arch up towards him. Switching to grasp both breasts violently, rubbing over her erect n*****s and twisting them.

He grasped her hips, slamming her back into him and relishing her moans as they became twinged with pain. Her hair was brushed to one side and he stared at the nape of her neck, the throbbing veins calling out to him. Not just yet. He felt himself creeping closer, swelling as he came to the edge.

She begged him to keep going, pleading for him to f**k her. He obliged, forcing her down again and moving a bit more on top of her- on leg propped up. He was violent now, almost feeling sore himself as his d**k started to twitch. He felt his nails dig into her waist as he exploded inside of her- feeling her p***y grip his shaft as she finished with a very vocal collection of moans and whimpers. He pulled out, grabbing a towel from the nearby dresser and walking into the bathroom.

A knock rang out from the door, and she reached for her dress before recalling that he had just ripped it off her. A pain shot through her stomach so intense that she couldn't help but grasp at it and curl into herself. It felt like fire.