in town knows that no one except Daniel Martin, the next day, no longer a virgin. His start to the campaign and is the first time that leave one weekend alone. Daniele sleep with her, and eventually they will!
Actually, the more blood that scares the pain, do not know how there can be and hopefully not feel too embarrassed when asked to do so with a towel underneath.
Now that it's just past midnight, in the gloom of your room, while in the room next to the mom and dad sleeping soundly, it seems that she, too, the blessed smile that softens the lips, dreaming of something delicious. In reality they are dreaming. He's only thinking, but ultimately that's the difference?
Suddenly a noise from all the distracting fancy.
Tick, tick, tick, like the tip of a pencil tap on the table. Marta
tends ears, is not sure she heard right.
Tick, tick, tick, comes from the back of the room ...
With a bit of apprehension Martha gets out of bed and went to the window. The curtain, peering through the night and, like hanging on invisible strings, he sees a dark bat suspended in darkness. Moved by a force that does not belong to just open the window just enough to keep the winter cold to pour in well-heated room, but enough to slip between the quivering animal doors opened. When the dark bat, without a sound and harmony with regal, after a sudden swing and last beat of wings, and becomes a naked human being, a beautiful smile, white as the ice expands on the lips of Martha now powerless in front of the macabre fascination of wonder. Without moving a muscle, let the vampire the height from the ground with his long arms and strong, but after it was lying on the bed, instinctively opens his eyes to make sure that is not just a dream, in fact, when the children of the night lying on a prey, do so gently that the pressure of their body is almost imperceptible.
He is always there, light as silk, his long fangs gleaming in the twilight of the room. The vampire
brushes her raven hair from the neck of Martha and bites when she opens her mouth without making any sound.
not know if it is allowed to cry when she rejoices.
The sap of Mars is so sweet and she so young and beautiful vampire that is sure to have come across, after years of wandering in a blank Clarsang (from Romanian clar = clear + sange = blood), so it no longer makes sense continue forever Always stay in the hunt for new blood, since it is impossible to find better. At the same time that Martha can not afford to become a vampire turn, or there is a risk that, starting to feed on human blood of poor quality, its nectar can become contaminated. To refrain from a Nosferatu vampire prey is an act that requires great sacrifice so that, humanly speaking, it is as if a man give up their orgasm to satisfy the woman he loves. Certainly for a blood like that of Mars, since now the cleanest I've ever tasted, a deprivation of the vampire genre seems the lesser evil in a world adrift, where the purity and innocence seem dead for centuries; plus a bump in Clarsang is increasingly difficult, given that the world is born once every ten years. A vampire who dined with a virgin Clarsang can not behave as if he had to do with an ordinary prey. The weakening, and this would result in dire consequences, first of all, the emergence of dangerous suspects from those who revolves around the girl. So, since it can not dry up like he was sucking a lemon after a shot of tequila, it must meet a vampire sucking blood technique that categorically does not exceed 400 cubic centimeters, but not to take any risks, it is better able to partridges below. It 's easy to imagine how all this the undead forces to act against nature, in fact, the proverbial voracity with which for centuries has marked his appetite, in front of the rarity and the delicacy of a Clarsang must absolutely be lost, replaced by a kind and gentle ' proportional attention to the respect he has for his precious blood. Each vampire is well aware that after the first kiss to a Clarsang his life will change radically. If the first was used to swallow dozens of liters of blood per week and to feel powerful, strong and always in health, from now on will have to give satisfaction to the abundance for the good of the Virgin herself, as a faithful husband with bride who loves running into trouble as periods of prolonged physical exhaustion, low blood pressure, anemia. History shows that many vampires are subject to a Clarsang emaciated to the point of losing their lives, because it is impossible to separate from it: the first bite down to an unbreakable bond which, if the vampire were to bite another victim, or the virgin was deflowered, he would die instantly.
Marta learned all this from a yawn and another, and were looking forward to dislodge the vampire from his room, the long monologue that he has just remove the stones with the shadows of the bedroom. Now, lying in his arms and long fingers through his hair flowing, review the situation to be completely fucking making.
"Wait a minute!" Martha, frantically, scan the vampire's arm and sits on the bed staring into his eyes with grave seriousness, "you're basically saying that I can not become a vampire and that I must remain a virgin for your survival?"
"Exactly," the response of the creature is cold and expressionless.
"What the fuck! You could not tell me before you bite me? "
" I could have, but how would you react? "
" It's better than I am about to do "said Marta that leaps off the bed and blaming the vampire with a dirty look Fire approaches the door of the room.
"Where are you going?" Asked the creature suddenly disoriented.
"A moment in the bathroom," Martin answered here and cursing, thinking of what to invent the next day with Daniel, sits on the toilet and opened her legs rages with first one and then two fingers against the thin membrane that never would have thought to desecrate that.
Once, while documented, he read that the word has Latin roots and means deflowering deprive the flower of virginity. A picture without a doubt very poetic, but at that moment seemed attached to the flower stem of an artichoke, So hard to cut.
Soon, a pair of shears!
Nothing to be done, the fingers are not the right tool, too - comes to mind just now - if the membrane had not broken that one time that were the fingers of Daniel at avvicinarcisi, as she thinks he can violate that has them at least an inch shorter?
with terrorism that the vampire would leave the room and go around the house and maybe bump into his father stood for a glass of water, Marta passes in quick review articles and tools that the captain under the eyes. Among all those tubes of creams and lotions, toothbrushes, toothpaste, perfumes and deodorants, hair gels and curlers, the only things that seem to have adapted to the question whether the handle of a brush and tampax maxi Mother's Day.
go for the brush: round neck, long enough, it seems perfect, and it fits perfectly ...
Choice! At the same time breaking the hymen
a cry of terrible suffering shakes the house.
"Shit!" Sentence Marta. Let us take a quick wash, brush and affixed the places while the fire flares up between the legs out of the bathroom hoping that Mom and Dad have not woken up.
Forget it, there they were, still and stunned in the doorway of the bedroom of their child.
Marta's head emerges among them.
The show is worthy of a low budget horror of bad taste.
The bed where the vampire is liquefied is covered a layer of foul-smelling mush latte color, as if someone had thrown over a bucket of vomit.
are muddy walls too. The
dad stop his mouth with his hand and runs to the bathroom.
Mom is completely bleached, while maintaining the quiet, takes her daughter's face in his hands and affectionately, but in a voice shaken, and asked her: "Sweet love, was the dinner?"
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