Blood Plant Order of the

The Blood Plant is as ancient as the darkest jungles of Africa from which it came. Its recorded origins have been lost through the 1000s of years it has been surviving, and breeding. Once worshipped by long ago tribes as a god, it now is found in only a few scattered corners of the modern world. Those that know its dark secrets are servants to their eternal craving of its vines, that, when consumed, give the nourishment of life without aging...
Those who "serve" the Blood Plant have been given many names over the centuries, "Vampire" - "Nesferatu" - "Witch" - "Necromancer" and like all legends bear some semblance of truth. No longer strictly human, they walk the earth immune to the disease of mortality, yet they are cursed with the never ending of cycle of stalking victims, the feast, and the returning hunger.
Prince Veruna was such a man. He was initiated into the Order during the first Crusade, and since has been one of the few to make his home in the New World of the Americas. Going now as simply "Mr. Jamison" he can barely recall those early years of his mortal life in Northern Italy, where he was a nobleman, the eldest son of a landed Knight.
He now makes his home in a quiet township in Pennsylvania, the sole occupant of an upscale stone manor house on a large country acreage. He appears as a man in his early 30s, well built, 6"1" tall with wavy medium length black hair and bright grey eyes, and very fair skin.
His speech is accented slightly, as his dealings with the outside world are rare. He learns much of the bustling of the new century from his cable TV, and studied the ways of modern man so as to blend in.
The custom of "Halloween" came as a pleasant surprise to him, as it enabled him to seek new victims at the time of year when his cravings were the strongest, at the mid point between the summer and winter solstice, towards the end of October on the Arabian 12 month calendar. He would need to feed the Blood Plant soon, and then feast of its life giving juices.
Early in the evening of the Saturday night that fell on Halloween that year, the Prince prepared for the hunt. He would drive the residential neighborhoods in search of a maiden who was in the process of her menstruation, and as yet untouched by a man. As a servant of the Blood Plant, Prince Veruna's senses were as keen as a trained bloodhound for that scent, and his eyesight and hearing were well above any mortal mans. He had been transformed long ago to hunt a certain prey...

Collette was 18, 5' 5" and 110 lbs. She was Caucasian, a red head, with large breasts, and a virgin, and she was just starting her monthly cycle. She was having a great time at the dance as there were all kinds of cute guys there. She went as a vampiress, dressed in a long sleeved low cut black leotard, red fishnets, black velvet boots with a 6" heel that went to her knees, black gloves, a red cape, a long black wig, deep red lipstick, pale foundation, garish blue eye shadow and dark eye liner.

Dressed in a costume of "Prince Charming" in a blue decorated tunic, dark red cape with silver lining, above the knee leather boots and white tights, with a black belt and calve skin gloves, and a very real 3 1/2' rapier and 12" dagger, he drove out into the night to find his newest bride. There was a costume party to be held at a community center, some hours drive away at 8:00PM and he felt that he would find what he needed there.
After arriving he noted it was a busy gathering, and many cars were parked around the simple wooden building, that was down the road from the town. It was heavily wooded, and a small creek ran past on one side, with the main parking lot on the far side, and a small bridge that connected a pathway from the parking lot to the grounds.
The place was made up as a haunted house, and was lavishly decorated. The sign indicated it was a teen dance. "Monster Mash" was playing loudly inside and many young people were coming in and out of the dance. His senses were attuned to the damp night air, and he waited nearby, hidden in the thick trees and watched the comings and goings of the mortal revelers.

She had very nice breasts that she augmented with tissue paper, to make her look much bustier. She had plastic fangs that she could wear, and a small leather pouch on her belt with her makeup and a few personal items. She looked good enough to eat. Her friends were sneaking in all kinds of booze, and she was drinking rye and coke. She didn't like it but she wanted to fit in. By 10:00 she was feeling the booze, as she was not a drinker.
She needed a feminine pad, and to her dismay she forgot to bring any with her, so she approached her friend Ashley, and asked if she had one. "I have some in the glove compartment of my mom's car," she said.
"Here, just take the keys and go grab one." Ashley said.
"Thanks, this is such a pain," Collette replied. She knew Ashley's car was in the parking lot and normally, she would not have gone alone, but she was very tipsy, and she didn't care. She wanted a dance with Brad, and she needed to get this out of the way first. She went out into the night and walked down the path and over the small bridge, making a "clip-clack-clip" sound as her high heeled boots clattered over the structure.
The Dark Prince smelled her pungent innocence before she came into view, he knew a maiden was approaching. She could not have been any more noisy, crunching over the gravel in her outlandish boots! He waited to see if she was alone, but if she was not, the sword he carried was not just for show. He had killed many escorts before with its razor sharp edge.

He lit up the marijuana cig that was heavily laced with a potent, expensive, Turkish hashish oil and gave her a toke. "Its not very strong" he lied, "take a deep hit." Collette inhaled as best she could and held the smoke down into her lungs. She was high after the first hit. She almost dropped the bong, and he took it from her and inhaled deeply.
Collette staggered, and was caught in his arms. She was floating, and couldn't remember where she was, she knew the handsome man had his arms around her waist and was holding her to him. She liked that just fine.

Collette opened up the front passenger door and fished through the glove compartment, and found her pad. She closed the door and turned to go when she was startled out of her mildly liquored state by a handsome man standing only 6 feet from her. He was obviously the father, or brother? of some girl or boy at the party, and she was taken by his costume. She could clearly see his bulging manhood in his crotch, and he was very handsome, she couldn't help but stare at him, even though she was very intimidated and shy around older men.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man said with a very becoming smile, "I came to get my camera, and wouldn't you know it, I forgot the thing at home." He laughed and shook his head.
"Oh, that's too bad!" Collette replied. "Are you picking somebody up?"
"Yes, I was going to get a few pictures of the dance, and drive my sister home, I was actually at another party at a friend's house," he replied. "How is the dance going?"
"Oh its cool, I... I just came out to get my lipstick case," Collette said, "I-I guess I should going back in."
The Prince knew they were alone. "Do you want a quick toke before we go?" he asked and produced a small bong.
"I don't normally do this stuff but hey, its Halloween," he said.
She couldn't say no to the hunk, and hoped he was single, she was thinking to herself. "Sure, just a few tokes for me." She said cautiously.
"Lets stand over here, I don't want the police to drive past us," he said, and motioned her to come over to the nearby trees. He was SO neat, Collette thought, unusually at ease with the man, and wondered if he noticed her legs yet. He had, but above all her scent was like a strong perfume, and he hungered for what her body could give.