I had not had one real date since I joined that stupid site! I had a few responses, but the only chick that even seemed to be serious about meeting was kinda freaking me out at the same time – Luvs2Bite666. Who the hell calls themselves, “Luvs2Bite?” I don't need to know your fetish just by looking at your name! And that “666” is really cool. Oh, super Satan girl over there! I think if I didn't find her attractive then ignoring her might have been easier. She was amazing looking, and, at first, I figured she might be a fishing account. That long black hair reaching down to the middle of her back, dark nail polish, lipstick and eyeliner to match, with skin like porcelain and green eyes able to pierce your soul. A real metal-heads wet dream, this girl. The real problem was that she had some kind of power over me, and I was scared, but not of that power, the power was almost reassuring, I was scared that I might like not having control. For example, she contacted me first.
Luvs2Bite666: hey sexy! saw ur profile, really liked what i saw.
Me: Not sure if bot.
Luvs2Bite666: don't be rude. im not a robot.
do u want to turing test me?
i think u might like it.
Me: Um... sorry, just not used to... people, well, sending me messages first that weren't robots.
Luves2Bite666: oh, baby, people dont understand u. that's ur problem. i understand tho. guys like u are easier than the rest of them.
Luves2Bite666: yeah, baby, u just need a little lovin and ull stay forever, if u get me.
Luves2Bite666: OMG! U R SOOOOOOOO CUTE! SEx, baby, I mean sex. have u ever had sex?
Me: I'VE HAD SEX BEFORE!
Luves2Bite666: sorry, baby, you were acting so innocent i wanted to make sure. I think ur lying to me, tho. seen your pics, babe, not many ladies tryin get in ur pants, sorry.
Luves2Bite666: awww, babe, dont be like that.
I kinda figured that would be the last time “Luves2Bite666” and me would talk, and I kind of assume she was actually a he pretending to not be while online, but I was either wrong, or stupid. Probably stupid. I'm going to go with stupid. I wish she had been a fishing bot.
Luves2Bite666: i didnt hurt ur feelings did i? i didn't mean u werent attractive. i meant that other women are bitchy.
Me: You did hurt my feelings ...a little... but you were right. I've never had sex before.
Luves2Bite666: I KNEW IT! BUT thats okay baby, ill take good care of you
when you want to meet up? i got all kinds of games we can play and all kinds of fun we can have.
Me: I have work the rest of the week and my friends are meeting up Saturday, but isn't this going super fast?
Luves2Bite666: sunday, then?
so excited to meet u and take ur innocence. getting wet just thinking about feelin ur virgin cock inside me. wanna see?
She sent me a photo, and I couldn't help myself. I knew as I was making the decision to meet her that I was probably going to be murdered, and I wasn't technically wrong. She said I could call her Darla, but that wasn't her real name either, just what her “coven” called her. We even exchanged phone numbers! Only problem was that things started getting more strange when “Darla” gave me a list of “Dos” and “Don'ts” if I really wanted to see her.
Darla: okay, baby, so i gota list of things i need you to follow if you want this. im not joking about this list, ok? u need be serious about these things or i am not giving you any of this. ok? no rules, no meet, no anything.
Me: Okay. What's the list, Darla?
Darla: #1 we have to meet after dark. u cant eat any garlic for at least a day before we meet. i mean it, babe, i will know. NO GARLIC!
Me: Okay, no garlic, meet after dark. Anything else?
Darla: are u religious?
Me: Not particularly.
Darla: do u wear a crucifix?
Me: No. That's funny. XD
Darla: these are not jokes, baby, i mean it when i say u cant wear a cross.
Me: Sorry, no, I do not wear a cross of any kind, or any other religious symbol. Darla, are you a vampire or something? Going to drink my blood?
Darla: okay, good. we need to meet somewhere public. no closed doors. if we hit it off we can come back to my place since i have everything we need.
Me: Public place, then your place. I'm okay with that, I guess. Anything else?
Darla: u cant tell anyone we are meeting. i have to be ur dark little secret.
Me: I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Are you trying to kidnap me?
Darla: maybe a little
but im serious about being a secret. ok?
Me: Okay, I will … keep you secret, but why?
Darla: if u follow all these rules, and we like each other, i might even keep u around for a long time. ud like that, right, baby? to have me, be with me? i like the idea of keeping u.
Me: I would like that idea A LOT! But why do I have to keep you a secret?
Darla: making me blush, so cute. see you sunday night, baby. remember the rules and I think everything will go up my ally. oops, hehe. ur ally. or however u want to play.
Me: Sounds great, but I still don't know why you have to be a secret.
I guess she would eventually answer my questions, but not with words. We decided to meet at this tiny cafe in a shit part of town called the “Ghoul Cafe.” Morbid name, but everything about this woman was a bit sideways. I remember walking up to the only place open on the entire street at 11 at night and it just-so-happening to be exactly where I was supposed to be. A tiny little hole in the side of a brick building with only three lights on, three out of seven. There were a few black wicker tables out front, and a barista that looked like he was literally floating around, almost like he didn't have any legs. The air got colder as I got closer, my breath even became visible, which was extra weird when I think I remember it being eighty degrees out, but I suppose it could have been only forty degrees. I don't remember having a sweater. There also wasn't any snow, or sun, or clouds, or stars. The only light was from this place, and after I had sat down, I couldn't even see the street anymore, or the sidewalk. I felt like I walked into some kind of alternate dimension where the guy that works there ignores you 'cause he's a giant prick.
To be honest, I am not sure how long I sat there and waited, not being served as the only customer to the only employee, as I watched out into nothingness hoping this wasn't some bad prank being pulled on me. My brain went off on a tangent at one point, getting mad at myself for falling for such an obvious trick. Why would any woman, let alone a woman like that, want to spend any time with me? I was so stupid! How idiotic of me. I go through, maybe, three, “I'm so stupids” before I saw someone slowly coming out of the black that surrounded me. It was her. She was real, and she smiled, and at me! The way she moved, there could not be more grace in a Broadway production of Swan Lake. Morticia Addams, herself, gliding along the ground as if she had no feet. Long black dress, clearly tied up at her shoulder, make up just like her photos. Though her eyes seemed more bright, a deeper green, hungry, like a predator. Her eyes terrified me.
This night was not possible! Darla sat down at my table, and smiled again. She didn't speak. Her mouth just made a polite smile, and she pulled out her phone. Rude! ...my phone went off, and she gestured to it. Strange, it was her.
Darla: u look exactly like ur photos. u nervous to meet me? u seem nervous. am i not what you were looking for? my photos were all recent.
I started to talk in response, but she shook her head before I could finish my first syllable, then gestured to my phone again.
Me: Why are we not talking, Darla?
Darla: we cant exactly do anything here. this is a safe space for us to meet. neutral ground.
Me: I don't understand.
Darla: i know, baby, but if you still like me, and want to see how well we get along, we can leave here and go to my place like we agreed.
Me: You don't want to talk over coffee or something?
Darla: do you need to do that? would that make you feel better?
Me: Not really. I'm really confused. A little scared.
Darla: its okay baby, i will take care of you.
There is this tiny part of me that still doesn't understand exactly what happened next, even after she changed me, but as she reached out for me, I reached out for her. The two of us stood up and she guided me into the black surrounding the cafe. I felt happy and safe, but also full of dread. Who was Darla? What was I doing? What did I do? Who did I become? What am I? ...what was I before?
I do not believe we actually went anywhere... not anywhere real, at least. A nether space, I suppose. Somewhere not here, and not there either, but also a little bit nowhere. The darkness was still all around us, but there was this aura of warmth and chaos that resonated within Darla. I could feel it too, and it only got worse as she slowly untied the two loops on her shoulders that were holding her dress to her body. Some feelings and emotions are impossible to describe, but I think this one might be called “elation.” I was elated to see Darla like this, and, for the first time, I thought I could hear her speak, but not with my ears.
As Darla reached out and grabbed my hands, placing them on her breasts, I could hear a woman's voice in my head. She told me she loved me. She told me to stay with her forever. She told me I could be free of all the other bullshit of my life. Her skin was cold, as if she'd been sitting in front of a fan for hours on end, and that elation increased. Elation. I wish I had a different or better word, but I don't. Elation is a perfect word for what it was.
She undid my belt, and my pants fell as her one of her hands slowly wrapped around my dick. I've never shuddered like that ever again. She stepped into me, and as she did I could feel the wetness, the warmth of being inside a woman, and the chill of her body touching mine. I was a virgin, she knew I was a virgin, so I guess she wasn't expecting me to last very long... especially not after I felt the sharp pain on my neck, coupled with what I know now was saliva. Her teeth punctured my neck, she moaned, I shouted, I shrieked, I came. My body tensed, fingers tightening around her arm and waist, and I could feel fluids leaving me from both my neck and from between my legs.
I'm pretty sure I passed out after that, but when I woke up I found myself before a council of seven different people, and they were judging me. Apparently, I had been chosen, only slightly at random, to join them, to add “New Blood” to their “Coven.” If I really, and truly, liked Darla, she would also stay with me, and, so far, we are still together after 2,000 years. I love my Darla, and my Darla loves me. We've seen cities crumble, and countries become many, or few. We've seen the end of days, and the start of new ones. I thank her still, for what she gave to me, and I'm still scared of that power she seems to have over me. She makes me weak, but she also made me strong.