My name is Maurice Delgado. I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice smile that includes all of my teeth and yes they're mine and dimples. I own my own company, am independently wealthy and I am very single. I have never been married and it's not because I don't want to be, I guess the right woman has never come along.
What am I looking for? Well, I know that this is going to sound like something out of the personal ads but here it goes. I am looking for a woman who is honest, doesn't care about money, likes NASCAR, is well read and I don't mean that she had to be a member of MENSA but I do like intelligent conversation. She has to be secure in herself and be able to withstand the scrutiny of others.
Does she have to be beautiful? That depends on what your definition of beauty is. I'm not looking for Barbie doll beautiful or Miss America beautiful but I consider a woman beautiful if she is confident in herself and in the way that she looks even if she is three-hundred pounds. I like a woman who is able to laugh at herself and who isn't afraid to take chances with things that she doesn't know about and doesn't understand.
Did I happen to mention that I am a vampire? I bet all of you went "Oooh, a vampire how sexy!" and I bet that most of you have already come up with a mental picture of me based on my description and based on what vampires are supposed to look like.
Am I wrong? Be honest, I bet you all have me at least six feet tall with long hair, a six pack and drop dead gorgeous. Well, I'm about to burst your bubble. I'm five foot three inches tall; I'm bald on top and thinking of just shaving my head. I definitely don't have the broad chest and flat stomach, in fact, my chest is hairless and I have a pot belly, have no ass to speak of, a cock that is no longer than five inches long when it's hard and I have what I've heard referred to as chicken legs meaning that they're skinny.
Is your chin on the floor? Well pick it up and stash the pity, I don't want or need it. I like who am and if you don't like it then fuck you. I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else for that matter but anyway let me tell you my story, oh and before I forget, I was born this way. What I mean is that I was born a vampire and not made, my appearance which has baffled many is some kind of genetic anomaly. Now that we have that out of the way, let me tell you my story and before you roll your eyes let me assure you that it won't be an epic novel.
As I said my name is Maurice Delgado. I live in many places but currently I reside in New Orleans, Louisiana. In a few months that may change but for now this is home. Why here? I don't know and it's not really relevant to my story at least I don't think so, wait, I forgot to mention a very important fact; part of my strange genetic makeup allows me to go out during the day, that is relevant to my story.
Anyway, even though I can go out during the day, the night remains my favorite time of day. I find that people act more like themselves under the cover of darkness, their truest natures come out and I am no exception. One night I follow this group on the vampire tour, I don't know what it was about this particular group that drew me but I followed them watching as they hung on the tour guides ever word.
I watched as the tour guide, he was an attractive young man with long dark hair and wearing a long sleeved white shirt complete with the ruffles open at the neck showing off his hairy chest as he led the tour. He actually had most of the women and half of the men convinced that he was a vampire, no he didn't actually come out and say it but he alluded to it. Was he a vampire? Hell no! He was no more vampire than I was the tooth fairy but he was entertaining and very good at his job.
There was one woman in the group who obviously wasn't impressed with the tour guide or the tour. She didn't say anything but rolled her eyes whenever people gasped in shock or reacted in any way to what the guide was saying. I recognized her for what she was, a skeptic, she was the type of person who had never believed in anything that she couldn't see and touch, the kind of woman that I liked because they presented a challenge. The woman listened as the tour guide talked about Comte Saint Germaine whom the philosopher Voltaire called "the man who knew everything but never dies" because of the fact that he never seemed to look older than forty. No one knew anything about his family only that he was well versed in alchemy and extremely wealthy. Many believed that it was his knowledge of alchemy that contributed to his appearance but I know differently, Germaine is as I am, he is vampire. He is rumored to have died around 1784 but his death and body have never been witnessed and that is because he moved to what is now known as the Soviet Union.
Sometime in the 1920's here in New Orleans, there was a man named Jacques Saint Germaine. By all accounts he was looked very much like Comte; he appeared to be around forty years old and was every bit as wealthy as Comte had been. How is that possible? Because they were and are one and the same and he still lives although I don't know where. It is entirely possible that he is still living in the Soviet Union although I doubt it.
The tour moved on to the convent in which all of the windows on the top floor are covered. By now I am thoroughly intrigued by this woman, why would one who is so skeptical come on a tour like this I wondered. The guide starts telling the story of how the top floor of the convent is inhabited by vampires that are under guard by the priests. As he relates the story to the crowd, I can see her disbelief grow finally she spoke up.
"Really?" she asked, "You really expect rational people to believe this crap?"
I took the opportunity to take a really good look at her, she was an inch or two shorter than I was which made me feel positively tall, she wore glasses that were on the thick side but I could still tell that she had lovely dark brown eyes, her face was round and her skin, was .... Gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it, it was a very lovely dark chocolate, and I wanted to eat her up right there on the spot. Suddenly, I was aware that she was talking to me.
"You!" she said pointing at me.
"Me?" I asked surprised.
"Yes you, you look like an intelligent man, do you mean to tell me that you believe in vampires?" she asked.
The entire group had its eyes on me. I got the impression that they were grateful that they weren't singled out by this woman.
"Well?" she demanded.
"I....."
"Regina for god's sake!" someone said interrupting me. "Give it a rest."
We all looked to see who had spoken, it was another woman who apparently knew this Regina well enough to distance herself from her but also well enough to challenge her.
"If you don't like the tour, go back to the room or something." the woman added.
There were murmurs of approval at this. Now that someone else had spoken up, others in the group became bolder.
Regina glared at the woman who had spoken and then at the group before stomping off to who knows where. I decided to follow her, it wasn't safe for a woman to be alone especially at night, many of my kind and worse lurked in the darkness waiting for a hapless tourist to wander their way and I had decided that this wasn't to be Regina's fate at least not tonight.
I followed her watching the sway of her hips and ass and wondered what she would be like in bed, it had been a while for me and unlike some of my counterparts, I will not compel a woman to fuck with me. For one, I never had the need to do so and for two I find it so much more enjoyable when my partner is aware of what is happening. I had no idea of how long Regina would be in town but if I couldn't get her into my bed tonight and she was gone the next day then so be it, New Orleans was filled with women wanting a good lay.
I watched as she turned into an alley that I knew to be a bad place, many people have disappeared from that very alley.
"Excuse me." I called to her. "Please wait!"
She stopped and turned around giving me a wary look.
"What do you want?" she asked her voice laced with impatience.
"I don't mean to bother you but that alley isn't safe." I replied.
