Copyright 2008 by Midnight Death Writer
This is my second submission. This short series may continue if I get enough interest, or I get another good idea for another story.
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Constructive criticism will be gratefully considered, crank flamer bitching about things because they dislike the genre, or the plot, pr other unrelated issues with be cheerfully ignored, so don't bother. - Midnight Death Writer
A Unique Vampire – Part 2
The Rape at the Oracle
I'm not like the rest of the human race. I appear to be a woman. I look like a woman, feel like a woman, smell like a woman and taste like a woman. I could breed like a woman if I find the proper Mate. I haven't caught up to him. I've been here through the ages, moving, always moving. Sometimes I'm a priestess, but that hasn't been fashionable for quite a while. My features are mobile, as is my skin color. Like a chameleon, I carefully blend in with the surrounding race.
I loved the Bronze and early Iron Ages; there were lots of jobs to be had as priestess. Many Priestesses were there to mate with all comers. It was a wonderful time for me, and I made huge stores of the energy needed to keep me youthful and alive, being careful not to take too much from any one male. Occasionally I could refrain and simply enjoy the act. I was at an early temple in a Greek colony when the Persians overran the area and a troop raped the temple and its priestesses, including the High priestess. Me.