erotic stories vampire

it was hidden in a cellar of an old abandoned mansion about a mile outside of the city limits. no one ever bothered visiting the old quartermane place anymore, a ramshackle collection of farm buildings dominated by a huge old barn and a house three or four times the size of any found in town.

The music was deafeningly loud. The beat almost supplanted your own heartbeat as you entered the dance club and were assaulted by the primal rhythms that rocked the air. The squeal of guitars and counter tunes of synthesizers split the air in a discordant symphony that sounded like sex. There was nothing else that came