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  “…get away with this. Round up some of the boys and show Mr. King a good time tonight, okay?”

  “With pleasure, boss,” said one of the guards.

  Anything after that was lost to me as they moved down the hallway, and I wondered what they meant by showing him “a good time”. I knew the guards would sometimes take their aggression out on a rowdy prisoner, and as much as I didn’t like the idea of them beating on a chained up inmate, I could understand their desire to teach Trevor King that he wasn’t untouchable.

  One look at Linda’s face showed the trauma of what she’d seen written all over it. My blood boiled and for the first time since coming to Facility 47, I felt that not all of the inmates deserved to be treated like the human beings they once were. Some of them, Trevor King chief among them, didn’t deserve to live at all.

  Chapter5

  Things returned to normal shortly after the incident with Trevor King, and as a testament to how strong-willed she was, Linda returned to work that Monday with a large purple and green bruise covering the left half of her face, but a smile and an attitude that made it seem like nothing had ever happened. I pulled her aside that morning to check in with her, to see if she was really okay, and she surprised me by explaining that she realized it was a freak occurrence and that she didn’t anticipate it happening again with any of the other inmates. She was relieved to know that King would be kept away from her, and as the week progressed she showed every sign of being perfectly fine dealing with the vampires on a one on one basis.

  My own week was a little more troubled. Normally I went about my daily routine with little thought beyond the work in front of me. Since I’d met Ben Gold, all of that had changed for me. It started with the occasional thought about whether vampires like him deserved to be in this place, but especially since the last visit when I’d changed his bandage, I found myself thinking about him specifically. I’d be injecting an inmate with whiteblood, but a part of me was wishing it was Friday, and that it was Ben sitting before me.

  When Friday did finally roll around, my day started off in a way that threw me off completely. I awoke from one of the most vivid dreams I’d had since I was a little girl. In it, I was sitting at a large desk. Ben was brought to me in chains and forced to kneel before me. He lifted his head and asked me for help, begging me not to let him down. I woke up before saying anything, but the image of his pleading eyes stayed with me as I dressed and drove to the Facility.

  By the time I got to my second last patient of the day, I was a bundle of raw nerves in anticipation of seeing Ben again. Thankfully the inmate I had to deal with before him was George Silver. I’d been giving George his whiteblood injections since I started working at Facility 47, and he was one of the most polite and low-maintenance vampires I’d encountered. He reminded me a lot of Ben, actually, only far less talkative. He’d come in, nod a polite greeting, take his injection without a word of complaint or begging a favor, and thank me before leaving quietly.

  I sent him on his way after the requisite post-injection waiting period, and took advantage of the short window between inmates to open the compact mirror I’d stowed in my pocket so I could check my hair before Ben came in.

  “Good afternoon, Jen,” he said when he walked in and took his seat. Not waiting for me to say anything, he stripped his shirt off and sat there eyeing me.

  “That was a little premature, don’t you think?” I teased. “Injection first, then I’ll look at your back.”

  “Of course doctor. I just thought I’d save time later.”

  I looked at the box of gloves and decide to skip them again. I wanted to feel his skin with my own. As much as he said these moments helped him feel human again, I was beginning to realize that being around him made me feel more human too.

  After giving him his injection and making small talk about life as an inmate of Facility 47, I had him turn around so I could check his back. I peeled back the bandage and ran my fingertips over the light scar. The dis-solvable stitches had completely disappeared and the wound had healed as well as it was likely going to. There was a slight redness around the scar that would fade over time, but it was remarkably healed for having been such an intense wound inflicted only two weeks before.

  “You look completely healed.”

  “Thanks to your tender care,” he said. His voice was soft and serious. He reached up with his left hand and placed it over mine where it still lingered on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t be able to make it in this place without you, Jen.”

  He turned to look at me, and our eyes locked. I felt a pull in me, a connection to him so intense that I worried for a moment he was using his vampire abilities on me, but I knew it went deeper than that. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I knew it he had slipped my hand off his shoulder, pulled me towards him, and was kissing me full on the lips.

  The part of me that felt I should resist was so small and quiet that it was easy to squash. I gave in to his lips, kissing him back and opening my mouth to let his tongue dance with mine. He wasn’t like any other man I’d kissed before, his mouth and skin lacked the heat of a warm-blooded human, but there was something exotically wonderful about how his cool tongue felt probing my mouth and mingling with mine.

  My hands pressed against his chest while he held me close to him, and I felt his muscles flex beneath them. His body was as firm and amazing as I’d imagined it to be, and I couldn’t believe I was feeling it pressed against me after all the times I’d told myself it could never happen.

  “We have to be quiet,” I said, pulling my lips away. “The guard can’t hear us or know what’s happening.”

  “What is happening here?” he asked, his hand sliding down my back to cup my bum. He squeezed it tight and pulled my hips against him, and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against me.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” I said, surprised at the words leaving my mouth.

  Ben smiled and pulled at my shirt, lifting it up over my head and tossing it onto a nearby chair. He kissed me again and reached around my back, flicking open the clasp of my bra with one deft maneuver, pulling it down off my shoulders to reveal my perky dark breasts. He cupped one in his hand and bent towards it, flicking his tongue over my nipple until it was stiff enough for him to suck on. He bit down on it ever so gently and took more of my breast in his mouth, his other hand kneading and squeezing my ass.

  It might have been the fact that we were sneaking a fuck with a guard outside the room, it might have been that he was a vampire, or it might have just been that I hadn’t been properly screwed in far too long, but I was overcome with the desire to get his pants off and see what his cock looked like. I pulled at the drawstring on his prison issue pants and yanked them down when he hopped off the chair to stand in front of me.

  Dropping to my knees, I pulled down his underwear and saw his manhood hanging there before me. It was long, thick, and only partially hard, so put my hands on his thighs and opened my mouth. Slowly, I moved upwards, taking his cock in me bit by bit until I had it all the way to the base of his balls. I closed my lips around his shaft and pulled back, his soft meat swelling to firmness as I pulled back and away.

  Back and forth I went, his cock growing with every stroke until it was so hard I couldn’t take it all in without choking. I grabbed his shaft and lifted it upwards, pressing against his belly to lick at his tight ball sack, listening to him groan with pleasure when I took one of the little jewels in my mouth and sucked gently.

  When I wasn’t sure if he could handle anymore pressure, I moved back to his cock, stroking it with my hand while I took him in my mouth again. His hands grasped my hair and grasped it by the roots, sending a light tingle through my scalp while I sucked him and jerked him off with my hand.

  “Get up here,” he said quietly, reaching down to pull me up towards him.

  It was then that I saw his fangs. I froze and felt my body clench, and he closed his mouth immediately when he saw what had happened.
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  “I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t control it, I guess I never thought about what would happen if I had sex as a vampire.”

  “No, I’m sorry.” I reached up to touch one of his fangs, feeling the strong curve of it and marveling at their ability to project and contract. I kissed him again, this time sending my tongue into his mouth to trace the outline of his teeth, feeling the sharp edge of his fangs scrape along the edge of my tongue. I felt so vulnerable like that, knowing the slightest bit of pressure on his part could pierce my skin and have him drinking his fill of the blood we’d been denying him.

  “I want you inside me,” I said, pulling away from the kiss.

  His hands were on my belt buckle, working the clasp and yanking open the button and zipper. He pulled my pants and underwear down together, and lifted me up onto the chair where I’d given him his injection. I was able to prop one leg up on the chair, and the other on a stool, exposing my pussy to him.

  He reached down to grab his cock in his hand, and he rubbed it against my hole. I was already soaking wet, and pleasure rippled through me when his head pressed against my swollen clit. He pushed down until his tip was over my wet hole, and he grasped me behind the neck while he pushed his cock into my pussy.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned as he filled me up completely. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was, and a part of me wondered if he wasn’t using some kind of vampire power to make it bigger than a normal man’s was. Whatever it was, it felt amazing, and I wanted more of it.

  “You feel so amazing,” he said as he began to work his hips back and forth.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him hard on the lips. I could feel his fangs pushing against my skin without breaking through, and the danger of the situation turned me on even more. Ben was breathing hard now, and he his hand gripped my thigh as he fucked me with deep powerful thrusts.

  Each stroke brought me closer to cumming, and clutched at his muscular back, digging my nails into his skin and not caring about the large welts I was probably leaving as I dragged them downwards. This seemed to excite him, and he thrust harder and harder into me, his pubic bone slamming into my swollen clit and firing me up for a giant orgasm.

  Lost in the bliss of his hands and his lips on my skin, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, not even thinking about the trail of kisses he was leaving down my neck until I remembered where we were and who this man was. I tensed a little as he kissed me over my pulsing carotid artery. He licked it and kissed it gently, as if to say I could, but I won’t.

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head to catch his gaze again. Our mouths crashed together and I let my hands fall down to his ass, gripping the firm flesh to pull him hard against me.

  “Cum inside me,” I whispered into his ear. “Fuck me hard and let me feel that cock explode inside me.”

  Ben grunted and redoubled his efforts, pumping and grinding furiously against me while I felt my orgasm burn like a fire within my belly. My stomach clenched and I dug my heels into the back of his legs, moaning despite my own warning to be quiet.

  “Oh yes,” I cried softly, “keep going, keep going.”

  I could feel the muscles in my pussy clenching around his cock while the climax tore through me. I pushed my face into his shoulder and bit down to stop myself from screaming into the room, feeling his manhood pulse as his hot cum sprayed out of him in wave after powerful wave.

  He held me there for a moment, breathing heavily from the exertion. When he’d regained enough energy, he pulled back and kissed me before slowly sliding his cock out of me. I reached out to grab a handful of gauze, and used it to wipe away the cum starting to drip out of me. That was one major benefit of fucking a vampire, I thought wryly, since they weren’t alive they couldn’t get me pregnant or pass on any sexually transmitted infections.

  The clock on the wall caught my attention, and I realized how long we’d been in here alone. I hopped off the table and picked up my pants, rushing to get myself dressed again.

  “You need to get out of here,” I said, the guilt over what I’d just done slamming into me in full force. “Now.”

  Ben simply nodded and hurried back into his clothes. When we were both presentable enough, I pointed towards the door and watched him leave without saying another word. I couldn’t believe what I’d just allowed to happen. Having sex with an inmate was about the worst life decision I could make, short of asking him to turn me. The worst part of it all was not that I’d done it, but how much I’d liked it, and how much I missed him the second he was gone.

  Chapter6

  If I’d thought about Ben a lot the week before, this week was nothing but him. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hands on me. The image of his naked body was one I couldn’t get out of my head, and I fell asleep every night wishing he was there to make love to me and hold me in his arms. It was a ridiculous dream, I know, but no matter how wrong I knew it was, I couldn’t deny that I’d never felt this way about anyone before.

  Ben Gold had a power over me and I was quite sure it had nothing to do with whatever vampire abilities he might have had before his whiteblood treatments. I was falling for him, and I knew it, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. Whatever I felt for him was nothing compared to what might happen if he got carried away and tried to bite me, or worse, what would happen if I fell in love with him while he was stuck in this terrible place.

  How would that even work? Frenzied lovemaking sessions in my office once a week while I grew older and he stayed the same age? Eventually I’d move on to another position or another facility, and he’d he’d still be there, spending every day in a glass cage with no contact with the outside world. It was ridiculous to even think about starting a relationship with him.

  Friday rolled around and I administered the whiteblood injections to one inmate after another. I felt like I was trapped underwater, everyone’s voices muffled and far away, unable to penetrate the haze of uncertainty I’d build up around myself. My every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of him until finally I was watching George leave after his usual quick and polite visit, knowing that the last inmate scheduled for the day was Ben Gold.

  Ben walked into the room silently, skipping his usual greeting, and sat on the injection chair, watching the door as though waiting for it to click shut. When it had, he turned back to me and stayed silent for another few seconds, giving us time, I think, for the guard to move away from the door.

  “I’m sorry for what happened last week,” he finally said.

  “I’m sorry too.” I had pulled the tray with my swabs and needle up to the chair, but still stood there with my hands clasped in front of me. Every fiber of my being sang for me to jump on him and rip his clothes off, but I held back like I knew I had to. “Whatever that was—those feelings—they can’t be something either of us can indulge in. I should have known better and acted more professionally. It can’t happen again.”

  “I understand,” he said with a smile that threatened to make my legs threaten to give out from under me. “I wish it could be different, but I realize that’s not how things are here.”

  “I wish it could be different too,” I said softly, almost whispering. “But I’d lose everything if I was caught. I wouldn’t be able to work as a doctor anywhere ever again. The people that run this place are more powerful than you can imagine, and to break the rules like that wouldn’t just mean my job, it would mean my entire career.”

  Ben reached out and placed a hand on my arm. “Jen, that’s the last thing I want. I let my urges get the better of me last time, and I promise you, it won’t happen again.”

  His hand dropped to his side and he leaned back in the chair so I could prep his arm for the injection. Once it was done, I swabbed away the single drop of blood that welled up from the injection site and sat on my stool, watching as the whiteblood took hold of him.

  “I have something for you,” he said when his eyes opened again.

  He reache
d into his pocket and pulled out a small square of paper that had been folded several times. I unfolded it and was amazed to see a perfectly detailed pencil drawing of myself from the shoulders up. It was expertly done and I couldn’t believe how skilled he was.

  “Did you draw this?”

  “Painting was one of my passions before… well, before I was turned. I was horrible at sketching the human form at first, but I was extremely motivated to learn so I could better paint portraits. I practiced for years to be able to do that. It’s still not very good.”

  “No, Ben, it’s wonderful. You have a real talent for this. Thank you.”

  Not wanting the guard to see the drawing when he came back, I refolded it and tucked it into my pocket. It really was a great likeness of me, but it saddened me at the same time. Ben obviously had a real talent but he wouldn’t ever be able to express himself so long as he was locked up here.

  “It would be better if I could do it in oils,” he said, sitting up in the chair after the initial fog of the whiteblood dissipated. “It was hard enough to even get the stub of a pencil I used to draw that. There aren’t a lot of places to hide contraband when you live in a glass cell.”

  I laughed despite my best intentions of keeping a professional demeanor. “I hope you didn’t have to hide it in your—”

  “Oh, no,” he said, his lips turning up in an embarrassed smile. If he’d been human, I’m pretty sure he would have blushed just then. “I’d tell you my secret, but I wouldn’t want to involve you as an accessory to any of my Facility rules violations.”

  “That’s probably for the best.” I hesitated, but there were still a few minutes on the clock before Ben would be expected back outside, and this was an excellent opportunity to study the thoughts and feelings of a vampire. At least, that’s what I told myself. “Is what what you wanted do with your life? Be a painter?”