Hey there, it's me Vampie again.
It had been awhile since I had visited James Charles,
so I decided to find him again. I checked the Starbucks
where he had been working, but according to my suspiscions,
he seemed to have quit after our little "intimate moment".
However, it doesn't matter how much you try to run away,
no one can hide from me. I found him coked up in an allyway.
They do say that cocaine is a rich man's drug I suppose.
"Why hello James." I said. "You're looking a little... crustier."
James' eyes peered at me from the darkness, before widening in
recogintion. 
"You!" He yelled. "Stay away from me, please!"
Tears ran down his face, and a mixture of snot mixed with white 
powder dripped out of his nose.
"Why are you doing cocaine in an allyway?" I asked.
"You're likely to catch a cold."
"That doesn't sound nearly as bad as what you're probably about
to do me!" James whined, his body shrinking away from me as I neared
him.
"You know I'm lactose intolorant, right? You could have killed me!
I had the runs for days! DAYS!"
"Oh, poor James." I intoned, as if talking to a lost puppy.
He had run out of room as I slowly aproached, and was pushing
himself against it as if he was about to melt right into it.
"Perhaps I can... make it up to you?" I said as I slid my body
down next to him. I delicately laid my hand on his crotch and felt
a hardness. This amused me, though I did not let him know it.
Perhaps James is one of those people who get aroused by being scared.
It wouldn't suprise me, considering what a degenerate he is.
His eyes gleamed with hope.
"So you aren't going to hurt me... this time?" He asked in a whisper.
In response I pulled down his pants. His stiff member stood
at attention, egarly awaiting what might happen next.
Without a word I straddled his legs and placed my mouth just above
the tip, letting my hot breath contrast with cold air of the allyway.
After a few tantilizing moments, I slowly lowered my mouth, carresing
the shaft with my tounge as I slid down, down down. James moaned as the
first wave of pleasure hit him, as I finally came down to the base of
his dick. It was fairly lengthy. I had seen longer, but it was plenty.
I began the journey up, running my tounge along the shaft and between 
the folds of the head, before plunging back down again. I continued 
the slow, yet steady rhythm until his sounds of enjoyment reached a near
climax. Then, I forced my head down, allowing my throat muscles to contract
around his cock over and over again. That did it. He was over the edge,
semen errupting from the tip of his well serviced penis. I was well prepared
to receive the load, and allowed all of it within my body.
I slid my head off of his now slimy manhood, slurping the last of his
ejaculate down.
"Satisfied?" I asked, playfully.
He nodded, too exhausted from the orgasm that had just coursed through
his body to reply with words.
"Good." I said, as I took him back into my mouth.
I bit down so hard that the head of his penis came clear off.
I looked up at him, and for a brief second, his eyes seemed to be full
of disbelief, as if he couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened to
him. Then the pain shot up his nervous system, and he screamed.
It was blood curdling, which thankfully is merely an expression, as I 
was in the process of sucking his blood through his throbbing cock.
It may be easy to forget sometimes, but I am a vampire. Unfortunatly for
James, however, I am not the polite kind of vampire that steals
only some of your blood and allows you to join the fold. I am greedy.
And I want all of it.
James' eyes began to loose their luster as his brain was no longer able
to recive oxygen, and his scream slowly died down. Miracuously, I was able
to finish draining his frame before anyone came to investigate the dreadful
noise he had been making. Wiping my mouth and spitting the tip of James Charles'
now shrivled penis at his body, I walked away slowly. 
I had everything I needed.