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Lightning crashed against the dark manor that sat atop the hill, spilling into its windows and illuminating the quiet library where Velma stood, reading from a large heavy book. The cover was a hardened grey leather encrusted with ruby red jewels and a soft silvery thread that spelt the title of the book, ‘The Encyclopedia of the Undead’. The lady in orange had opened the book to where its old rusted bookmark had sat, right on the chapter titled ‘Vampires’. She was frantically scanning the paragraph on vampire sleep cycles and rituals when suddenly, lightning flashed once again, and she was not alone.
A dark figure had appeared from behind one of the tall mahogany bookshelves, causing her to gasp. The man was wearing black coattails underneath a long black cloak lined in a red satin. Around his neck sat a white kerchief adorned with an enormous ruby brooch. His pale face was hidden by the tall standing collar of his cloak, but from above he peered at her with dark sunken eyes. His eyes widened in surprise as their eyes met, and for a moment they both became still, locked in a stalemate of who would be the first to make a move.
The stillness was broken when the man whirled on his heel and took off through the door and into the black hall. Velma blinked and shook herself out of her stupor to follow quickly behind. The pair raced through the corridors of the hungry manor, their footsteps breaking the once placid silence. For a moment, the echoes of their pursuit that crashed around the halls of the building spurred the rest of the young detective’s friends to pause in their clue-hunting and search for the commotion.
Velma was gaining on the stranger. With a burst of confidence, her pace quickened, the gap between them slowly closing. The man suddenly rounded a corner, and in her blind sprint Velma collided with the sconce that hung outwards from the wall on the other side. In a flash of orange and red, she heaped to the ground. The distance between her and the stranger grew more and more until finally, his footsteps faded from the long dark hallways.
Three friendly figures and one dog appeared from the corner behind, rushing to the downed detective who had been knocked briefly unconscious. Her brown hair was splayed around her face like a downturned mop, obscuring the heavy bruise that was beginning to appear on her forehead from the impact from the sconce. Her red skirt was billowed around her, exposing her long socks and her small orange pumps. She had the look of a doll that had been cast aside and left scattered on the ground.
The friends in the hallway were Velma’s detective friends; Freddy, Daphne, Shaggy, and their beloved dane Scooby. Freddy took off down the hallway in the direction that the figure had gone while the other three stayed behind with their fallen friend. Daphne crouched down and put her hand on Velma’s shoulder.
“Velma? Are you okay?”
Velma blinked awake. The scene was swimming before her, spinning with her head in a blur of faded purples and greens. She realized now that the square spectacles that had once perched on her nose had now been thrown somewhere into the foggy blackness of the room. She gripped the arm of her red-haired companion and pulled herself into a sitting position.
“My glasses! I can’t see without my glasses!”
Shaggy and Daphne blinked around the hallway, scanning for the dark brown rims against the red shag carpet.
“Like, here they are!” Shaggy stood up and handed the glasses back to Velma, who returned them to their rightful place on her face. The room became more focused, but Shaggy’s scruffy smile and Daphne’s pink scarf were still swimming before her eyes.
“Ooh, my head” Velma moaned, touching her hand to the bruise on her forehead and flinching away with a mild intake of breath.
Daphne brushed Velma’s hair away from her injury and inspected it closely.
“You have quite the bruise, Velma” Daphne confirmed. “Maybe just take it easy for a minute.” In that moment, Freddy trotted back to them from the end of the hallway, dejected and empty-handed.
“He was long gone gang, I’m sorry. We’ll catch him next time. We’ll just have to find more clues to figure out how!”
“How, Freddy? Did anyone pick up any leads while we were exploring earlier?” Daphne cocked her head, questioning the group.
For a moment they blinked at each other, for most of the areas of the gothic Manor had been unremarkable and basic. It was another moment until Velma’s mind swirled in a relevant piece of information; the book she had found in the library.
“I may have something,” She started slowly. The gang turned to look at her expectantly.
“The library was full of really specific books about the supernatural. I picked up a book that was on one of the chairs, like someone had been reading it earlier. There was a bookmark in it on a passage about vampires.”
Daphne let out a small “Jeepers!” and Scooby muttered “Ruh-Roh, rampires?” but they then held their breath to allow her to continue.
“The classic vampire as written about in the passage cannot go out during the day. All of the witnesses had only ever seen him come out at night. Also, vampires do not have a reflection, and I don’t know if you guys noticed but all of the mirrors in this place have been either removed or covered up.”
“Lastly, some of the witnesses reported that he would not chase them if they were in the church or in a graveyard. Vampires are known to be repelled by christened land or objects. So, it is likely that our man is either a vampire, or he is very good at pretending to be one.”
There was a heavy moment of silence as the group processed this information. Fred suddenly spoke up.
“That kind of makes sense. Actually, it didn’t seem strange earlier but the bed in the master bedroom looked brand new, like no one ever slept in it before. Don’t vampires sleep in coffins or hanging up or something?”
“Like, when we were in the huge basement, Scoob and I found a coffin. We thought it was part of the spooky dungeon decorations that were down there.”
Scooby nodded.
“Yeah. Reepy.” He confirmed.
“Well then I guess out next step should be to do some more vampire research and try to correlate it with the sightings we heard about around town. Which means, we better get to it if we ever want to catch him.”
Velma began to stand up, but swayed suddenly as the world tilted on its side. Freddy and Daphne gently caught her arms and helped her to sit back down.
“You don’t look so good, how about we first get you looked at to make sure you’re okay. You could have a concussion” Freddy said. Velma began to protest, but the world was still spinning and she could not quite form the words. Freddy scooped her up into his arms and together, the four teens and their loyal dog retreated from the quiet manor.
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Later that evening, Velma sat on the crinkly paper wrapped bed of a doctor’s office. She was absent-mindedly smoothing the fabric of her skirt over and over again, traveling her hand across the fabric as her mind drifted around the case. Her attention remained on the vampire lore and clues in her mind until she realized that the vague drone from her doctor sitting across from her had stopped as he had been trying to get her attention.
“Ms. Dinkley? Are you still with me?”
Velma blinked back to the present.
“Yes, sorry doctor. I was just thinking about the case I’ve been working on.”
The tall blonde man glanced concernedly at her for a brief moment before glancing back to the notes on his clipboard.
“Well you do have a concussion, so take it easy in the mental department for a couple of days. Okay? That means try not to stress yourself out in any way physically or mentally.”
“Gosh darn it. We are so close! I just know this vampire lead means something, now is definitely the most inconvenient time to be on bed rest.” Velma slumped, defeated. She had not noticed that at the mention of the word ‘vampire’, her doctor’s raven black eyes snapped quickly back up.
“Vampire thing?” he asked innocently.
Velma usually didn’t discuss details about cases with anyone outside of her detective friends, but as her eyes met her doctors for really the first time during her visit, the warm darkness pulled her into a safe mindset and compelled her to continue.
“Yes. We’re working on this case of people being scared out of their places of work by a mysterious man that I now think is a vampire, or at least pretending to be one.” She then proceeded to tell her doctor about the clues she had been piecing together about the night cycles, the book she found in his home, the covered mirrors, and the coffin. The doctor listened intently, nodding now and then. When she finished, he remained silent for a moment, lightly stroking his chin in thought.
“Interesting,” he said finally. “Has there been any reports of animal mutilations or missing people by any chance?”
“No, mainly people get chased out of their businesses and when they come back they have been robbed of all their valuables.”
“Has anyone noticed him moving at a remarkable speed or using superior strength?”
“Not from any of our interviews.”
He nodded slowly, still thinking. Velma was for a moment impressed by his interest, and was curious as to why he was asking such specific questions. After a moment, he seemed to make a decision. He sat up and became her professional doctor once again.
“Well Ms. Dinkley, an interesting case for sure. I hope you get to the bottom of it. Just not anytime in the next couple of days. You need to rest that intelligent brain of yours.”
He stood up and collected his clipboard. Velma was mildly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor, but her surprise was quickly forgotten as she realized how tired she was and how excited she was to greet the bed in her hotel room. He handed Velma a couple of information forms and for a moment, her hand brushed his and was surprised once again by how cold his hand was. The doctor then picked up his bag and made to leave.
“Thank you, Doctor Cullen, especially for seeing me so late at night.”
The blonde man turned around at the door and smiled warmly. Something about his smile warmed Velma’s core and caused her to realize suddenly how handsome this porcelain skinned doctor was, standing with such a presence and such overpowering wisdom.
“It was my pleasure, Ms. Dinkley. Have a wonderful evening.”
And with that her doctor was gone, leaving Velma in a small daze before she realized where she was and began to collect her things.
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Three nights later, Velma found herself walking alone in the twilight lit woods on the outskirt of town. She had become restless at home, spending hours pouring over evidence and research with warm mugs of coffee finding nothing useful outside of what the group and her had discovered. The rest of the mystery team had begun interviewing more people around town while she tried to piece together what seemed to be useless leads. Recently, she had discovered a string of local animal mutilations discovered in these woods that fell in line with some of the more recently published vampire lore she had been reading. So, here she now stood against her better judgement in the dark woods, hoping to find at least a distraction from her boredom.
She walked carefully, her small pumps crunching in the fallen leaves. Her flashlight beam waved in and out of the trees, occasionally pausing on a push or a grouping of rocks. She didn’t exactly know what she was looking for, so for now she walked amongst the soft sounds of crickets and distant running water, enjoying the fresh air on her face.
All of the sudden, the night seemed to grow still. The crickets seemed quieter, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Velma stopped, holding still. She was overcome by the sudden sensation that she was no longer alone.
A twig snapped behind her. Velma whirled around, and a small gasp died in her throat as she spotted a glowing pair of yellow eyes in the shadows behind the trees a couple of yards away. She took a couple of slow steps back as she made eye contact, then a figure began to emerge. The shining pale face of her doctor greeted her from behind the shadows.
“Hello, Ms. Dinkley. It’s not safe for a young woman to be alone in the woods this late at night.”
Velma let out her breath, relieved by the familiar face. His presence was sudden and commanding, but yet still somewhat unsettling, like there was some hidden danger behind those golden eyes. He was wearing all black; a soft knit sweater that was a stark contrast from his stiff white lab coat he was wearing upon their first meeting.
“Doctor Cullen, it’s you! I am frankly surprised to see you here.”
“As am I to see you. Didn’t I tell you to stay home and rest?”
He lifted an eyebrow teasingly, and Velma once again was struck by the small notion that there was something supernatural about this handsome man.
“I was still trying to find leads about our vampire. I read that there had been some animal slaughters here, so I was just trying to see if anything was connected.”
The doctor took a step closer, his face vague as if he had something to say but was unsure if he should.
“You are closer than you realize, Ms. Dinkley. What if I were to tell you that you are straying further from your goal, but closer to true danger? The man you seek is not a vampire.”
“How would you know, you a vampire or something?” She giggled. But then she noticed his unlaughing face and all of the clues clicked into place.
“Jinkies,” She said quietly.
The man advanced on her again, and she was suddenly scared. She could now see the golden veins in his eyes and detected a hint of iron on his breath. He chuckled softly.
“The man you seek is no more dangerous than myself, I can assure you. However, finding my hunting grounds was truly astounding. I must admit, you are the most admirable human I’ve met in a while.”
His eyes looked deep into hers as he took another step closer, and they were now only a foot apart. Velma fell under his hypnotic gaze and barely resisted the urge to reach out and touch the soft breast of his sweater.
“Please, Ms. Dinkley, the woods are no place for a nice young lady to be alone at night. Apparently there are vampires about. Allow me to escort you home?”
She nodded, and he closed the gap by reaching out and taking her hand in his. His cold grasp was strong and present, and she could say nothing as this powerful creature led her back through the woods.
She was almost floating, enchanted by the strong presence of the vampire. A couple of times while they walked he looked back at her, smiling a small knowing smile at her enamoured face. She had no awareness for her surroundings outside of the two of them, so she was surprised when what felt like only a few moments later, she was suddenly mounting the steps that led up her front porch.
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The next time Velma became fully aware of herself was when she found herself sitting on her own couch at home in front of a healthy warm fire. She looked around to see Carlisle approaching her with one glass of red wine, which she accepted curiously. He took a seat on the couch cusion beside her. For the first time since she had seen him at the doctors office, he appeared human in this moment. The light of the fire flickered around his face, bringing life into his pale face and highlighting the smile lines around his eyes. He crossed one leg over the other and cheated in towards her.
“I hope you don’t mind, I wanted to make you comfortable. I assumed you may have some questions, and I am more than willing to answer.”
Velma took a sip of her wine, feeling the warmth travel down her throat and into her belly.
“Yes. To start, how did you come in here? I wasn’t exactly paying attention, but I don’t think I invited you in. Verbally, anyways.”
“The myth of the invitation comes from fictional vampire lore. Actual vampires are quite different from how the novels describe us. We still need an invitation if we’d like to be polite, just like anyone else. Tonight, I got my invitation from your body language.”
Something playful danced in his eyes.
“Do you really drink blood?”
“Yes, unfortunately that part is true. However, drinking human blood makes you violent, prone to losing control around normal people. My family and I are one of the few groups of vampires that are sworn to consume only animal blood, so we have greater control over our impulses.”
“That explains all the animal attacks.”
“Yes, you happened upon my family’s hunting grounds.”
Velma nodded, and thought for a moment. Carlisle’s eyes played around her face, but he waited patiently for her to speak again.
“When you talk about your family, how many of you are there? And how many other vampires are there?”
“My wife and I have five children. We are all vampires. As for the rest, I have no idea how many there are in total, but there are hundreds at least. Enough for us to have a law enforcement coven. We call them the Volturi. They would probably have a better idea of how any of us there are than I do.”
Velma became slightly deflated at the mention of his wife. She didn’t know why, only that there was some sort of tension between them that had been fooling around under the surface of their conversation that must not have been what she was thinking it was. It must be a vampire thing, she thought.
“Did you have your children before you became a vampire?”
Carlisle chuckled softly.
“My children are not biological. They are all young adults who were too young to face death, so I saved them and we became family.”
Velma until now hadn’t noticed but the vampire had been slowly adjusting in his position on the couch, and was now leaning towards her, their knees on the couch barely touching. The close quarters to the handsome man threw her off for a moment, and she thought to herself that maybe that tension from before was indeed exactly what she had thought it to be. Her eyes began to flit back and forth from his golden eyes and the soft curves of his lips. Almost breathlessly, she asked
“How did you become a vampire?”
His arm was now draped over the couch above her, and the air between them grew warm.
“When I was young, my family and I hunted vampires. One day I got careless and was bit.”
Velma made a decision to be bold, and sank fully into the flirtatious atmosphere. she drew closer to the vampire. This was happening, she thought.
“Bit where?”
The young detective coyly brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and adjusted on the couch so that her legs crossed over his. He looked up at her almost excitedly. He put a slender finger up to her chin and traced it down the line of her neck, following her jugular vein. The goosebumps Velma had this time were not of fear, but of high arousal. Her breath quickened as he drew even nearer to her.
“He held me down against the ground and bit me just here. It was a kiss of death.”
Carlisle suddenly leaned into her neck, pressing his mouth against her throat. There was a sudden strike of fear in Velma’s mind, a voice that said “you stupid girl, you played right into a vampire’s hands”. But then she realized that the vampire was being very gentle. Carlisle’s mouth was closed around her vein, softly kissing it and swirling his tongue around her skin.
Her back arched and she sank into the couch, him moving so that he was positioned over her. She moaned softly as his sharp teeth grazed her neck. She put a hand beneath his chin and moved his face up to connect her lips with his. The two people fell into a haze of lust as their tongues twirled together. Carlisle took the hem of her sweater and began to lift it above her arms.
“Wait, Carlisle, you said you were married. What about your wife?” She asked breathlessly.
“It’s an open relationship. Don’t worry, nothing we can do is wrong.”
There seemed to be a sincerity about his response, so Velma became satisfied and lifted her sweater the rest of the way over her head. As their lips joined together once more, the vampire’s hand gently cupped her breast that was laced in her maroon bra. He teased the edge of the lace with his fingers and then hooked his hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. The lingerie draped to the floor.
Velma’s hand went to the night doctor’s groin, and she found that his member was becoming stiff in his black jeans. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down his bulge, stimulating him to grind back against her hand. His lips now moved lower, and his mouth suddenly encased her left nipple. He sucked at her, drawing a low moan from her throat.
With one hand on her other breast, his other hand snaked into her skirt and under her panty line. She felt a chill as his cool fingers made contact with her clit. He began to rub in small circles. Velma humped into his hand and sighed. Never in a million years had she expected to find out vampires were real and then fuck one in the same night, but that seemed to be where this was heading fast.
Carlisle continued to suck at her breast, which Velma noticed he very much seemed to be into. At the same time he continued to rub her in a circular fashion until Velma felt a heat start to build between her legs. Cold fingers were definitely no longer a concern for the couple. Velma began to moan harder, not being able to stop herself from leaning into the sensation. She felt the sharp points of his teeth dig into the sensitive flesh of her nipple, threatening to break the skin. The first waves of her orgasm hit her like a truck, and her torso started to convulse. She gasped heavily.
Carlisle slid his hand out of her underwear, causing her to shudder. Her glasses had fogged up with her breath, but she kept them on so that she would be able to see everything. She cannot see without her glasses.The young detective took the brief pause to jump onto Carlisle, pushing him onto the white shag carpet in front of the fireplace. Carlisle gasped in surprise and looked up at her lustfully. She pulled his sweater over his head and ripped into the seam of his pants, sliding them off along with his undergarments. She sat atop him, her legs on either side straddling his groin. She traced a finger up his chest and felt his erection pulse beneath her as she made contact with his nipple. The doctor seemed to be enthralled by her sudden dominance.
“For a cold guy, you really know how to heat up a girl. I think I’ve figured out your kink, doctor. You’ve given me enough clues. Now be a good boy and tell me what I’d like to hear.”
Carlisle feigned confusion, but his façade quickly dropped as Velma sank onto his erection, pulling him deep inside. He let out a delightful groan.
Velma did not move. Instead she leaned down towards Carlisle too look him directly in the eye.
“I wanna hear it, boy. What am I?”
His words caught in his throat. It had been several decades since his arousal had overwhelmed his ability to speak. His mind cleared when Velma gave him a playful slap to the face.
“Say it. Out loud.”
“My,… my mommy.”
“That’s right. Mommy will take care of you now.”
She started to move. Her hips lifted off of his slowly, until just the tip was inside her before sliding all the way back down. Her deep grind felt like heaven, and Carlisle’s hips began to slightly lift up to match her rhythm. The friction was slow but intense. Her vagina was a hearth that was bringing life back into his dead member. The action subtly reminded the author that Velma should have asked how in the world Carlisle was able to get an erection as a dead person who theoretically should not have any blood to get an erection from, but that was a conversation the two will probably have later.
Velma leaned sat herself up on Carlisle and he sat up with her so that she was straddling him in his lap. They thrusted a few times before Velma gently pulled Carlisle’s face back to her nipple, which he treated like it had been dipped in chocolate. Feeling the vampire’s teeth play with her nipples had caused them to stiffen, and Velma shuddered.
“Good boy,” she encouraged. She felt his member pulse with the compliment.
“How does it feel?”
“Warm.”
The heat of her vagina, the steady rhythm and having her nipple in his mouth was causing Carlisle’s breath to quicken. Velma noticed his breathing change and his movements quicken. She sped up to match. He began to writhe beneath her.
“Good boy, cum for mommy.” The Detective looked down at him with an intense commanding look.
Carlisle almost instantly bucked her off, sending her flying to the ground with a surprised “oomf!”. He gripped his penis and pumped quickly as semen flew out of the tip, bucking his hips wildly. He ended up on his hands and knees, and his grunts were almost like growls as his cum pooled beneath him. It was more than Velma had ever seen come out of human men. She was for a moment scared as his eyes lit up with an intense gold and he gripped the carpet hard during his orgasm.
Finally it ended, and Carlisle rolled back onto the carpet next to her gasping for breath. They lay for a moment next to the fire, and the first light of dawn struck Carlisle’s skin through the window shades causing his marble white skin to dance and sparkle like crystals.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. It is hard for Vampires to tone down their strength during sex. It’s been a while since I’ve almost lost control of myself like that, Miss Dinkley.”
She smiled.
“I’m alright, Im just glad I could give an immortal being a good time. I would never have guessed that Vampires could still have mommy kinks.”
She floated a finger up his spent erection teasingly, causing him to jerk and gasp one last time. She giggled.
“Do you always ejaculate that much?”
“Yes. I had to pull out because I know it’s a lot, I didn’t want to overflow and hurt you.”
“Could you theoretically knock me up?”
Carlisle was for a moment too surprised to respond. He had never in his long lifetime considered that question before as his partners had usually been other vampires who did not become pregnant.
“I, I don’t know.”
“Maybe that’s something you’d like to roleplay next time. You know, for science.”
The vampire was surprised but the thought of possibly fathering a real child with this human and making her a real mother was bringing new energy into his deflated penis.
“Jinkies,” Velma whispered as she saw his member expanding once again. The couple at the same moment connected in their heads that the reason Carlisle had adopted so many vampire children is because he had always wanted to be a dad and possibly because of his huge mommy kink.
“Oh yeah,” Velma said suddenly. “Do you have blood still? How can you get hard?”