Free Kittens

By David McGhee

Josh Hardy has enough troubles in his life without a murderous vampire being a part of his picture. Malcolm, the vampire, makes it his mission to rid Josh of all the bad influences in his life, making his once hedonistic lifestyle into a scary horror movie where his closest friends are being picked off one by one, just so Malcolm can have him all to himself.
Free Kittens explores the mind of both a junkie who can't stop and a vampire who also can't help his vices.

What is it to really be human? Is it love, sex, food, or something far more sinister?

• Language: English
• Publisher: David McGhee
• Release date: Oct 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465988270

David McGhee

Born and raised in the south, David McGhee suffered through a myriad of mental illness issues all throughout his life. As an openly gay male with these disadvantages, David has been searching for himself through music and print for some time now. He feels as if nothing is better therapy than working on stories and writing a catchy song on the guitar. David also has Aspergers. David is 29 as of February 15th. He is 5'7" and has a thing for taller guys. Currently 155ish pounds. Is currently suffering from a liver defect that he is shortly going to receive an evasive treatment for, knocking him out of the count for a few months due to it's toxicity on the body. Hopefully this doesn't effect his extra curricular activities none. Mother passed away on February 12th 2010. Father is still alive and kicking. David has an IQ of 155 yet he still forgets to look both ways or even to make sure he has the walk sign when crossing the street. Check him out on social media sites! http://facebook.com/trueposer Twitter: @trueposer His blog is updated often: http://trueposer.blogspot.com

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David McGhee

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Free Kittens

By: David McGhee

Copyright © 2011 David McGhee

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For Tina Dix, James Williams, and Amber Williams. You guys took me in during my darkest hour… Thank you!

You’re my brand of heroin – Edward Cullen, Twilight: by Stephanie Meyer

Prologue: That was the best sex I've ever had!

On Tuesday, when the Hi Dive is slow, she talks about strippers and the Rabid Ragdolls. The latter was her band, the prior just an odd obsession she’s had since age four. Her name was Tara and she had to be the coolest female bartender at the music venue / bar. Standing at a meager 5'2" she was just barely tall enough to reach over the counter of the bar. Not that this bothered anyone, she was such a blast that no one cared that she had trouble reaching across and giving people their drinks. Being a hot bartender with a great demeanor meant that she made very, very good money, despite the efficiency problems.

Malcolm was a little more than drunk and he was dead set on taking Tara home tonight (at the current moment at least). Even though he had no chance in hell with her he still tried his best all the same every time he came around when she was working. Tara thought it was cute such a tall handsome individual would give her attention. She was taken though, but still flattered.

Also, he was also a little too pale for her tastes. She liked her men with a little tan, which Malcolm sorely lacked like a skinny person without food.

Could I buy you a drink, baby? Malcolm slurred, leaning against the bar.

Tara smiled and wiped off a martini glass with her dish rag. I don't drink while at work sweetie.

Malcolm took out a crumpled ten dollar bill from his pocket and pushed it toward her. Well, this would be a good time to start!

I'm good. And you sir, are cut off. She motioned for Malcolm’s drink and he begrudgingly let her take it from his right hand.

Malcolm frowned and pouted his small light blueish pink lips. He took back the ten and put it in his wallet, in defeat he went out into the dance crowd to find another fresh victim for tonight.

He spotted a hot couple, a tall red headed guy and a somewhat shorter (but still tall) blue haired girl and decided that they were worth his time. He stumbled his way, slowly but surely through the throngs of sweaty hipsters. He came not even two feet from the two when they noticed his presence. The guy was caught off guard but the girl looked up and smiled.

Hey there big boy. She said. She was obviously as drunk as Malcolm was, at least she appeared to be and appearances are everything right? She steadied herself next to the elevated stage up front where they stood.

Score! Malcolm thought.

Hello. Malcolm extended his hand, nearly falling over in the process from both the alcohol and the fact that a very pretty girl was giving him attention. He wasn’t sure he was this drunk but it did make rejection a little easier to cope with if he told himself that he wasn’t in his right mind. My name is Malcolm. And you are going to go home with me tonight, right? He asked no one in particular, he smiled and looked from the girl to the guy and back. The boy put up his hands and backed away, then went back into the crowd, leaving the tall blue haired lady all to Malcolm’s lonesome self.

She took his hand. My name is Sarah. Malcolm shook it a little too enthusiastically but she saw potential in him. He had nice clothes on and what appeared to be a real gold cross necklace around his long thin neck. This one would be easy she thought.

You want a drink? He asked, pulling out the crumpled ten dollars.

No thanks. Sarah held up a half drunken lemon sour martini above her head and laughed. I think I'm pretty sloshed as it is. She took a sip from it and spilled some on her shirt, leaving a yellow stain on her white Fall Out Boy t-shirt that poked through her black zip up hoodie. She giggled and put the drink back on the stage beside her.

Malcolm ran his long fingers through his short black spiky hair. Well, how am I to take advantage if you aren't crawling on the floor? The girl laughed and Malcolm felt confident that he was going to get some tonight.

At six foot three and one hundred and sixty pounds, Malcolm had an easy time attracting attention from potential mates. That and he felt that he was great in bed; at least that was from the testimonials of many a satisfied customer. Self-esteem had to come from somewhere.

The girl was only about four or so inches shorter than he was, which was cool, but he preferred shorter girls and guys. Most tall people do.

They talked about the local music scene and how the dance party they were at was the coolest in the world.

Sara T's Dancetron is the best show there is that doesn't involve live music. Malcolm said, his elongated arms now holding the small of Sarah’s back as they slow danced to the fast, pulsating house music. The mass of bodies around them gyrated violently to the beats and occasionally knocked into the two, who just laughed and shrugged it off as if it were no big deal.

I think I should get going soon. Sarah said softly into Malcolm's ear. Malcolm felt a pang of sorrow and let go of his potential beau. He looked down toward his converse shoes and let out a long, tired sigh.

Sarah giggled and took his right hand. She stood on her tip toes and spoke into his ear again. I mean, I need to get going… she paused with you!

Malcolm's head shot up and he grinned, barring his heavenly white smile. Sarah noticed his abnormally large canines.

You could be a vampire! She said.

Malcolm cocked his head and became serious, a long worry line formed in the middle of his forehead. I've been told that I suck particularly well. His frown turned into a smile and they both laughed. He took her hand and led her out of the hip music venue and out onto the sidewalk of Broadway.

Actually would you mind if I took my car? She asked.

Yeah sure, how about we go separately to my place? He took her hand and kissed it. For the first time that night she became aware of just how cold he felt.

Um... Ok. Where do you live?

Off of Boulder and Platte. I'm in one of those new condos.

She smiled. Those are expensive. What do you do for a living?

This time it was Malcolm's turn to give his best smiley face I am a graphic artist by trade. But professionally, I'm a lady killer. He grabbed a hold of Sarah and hugged her hard. She could smell the strong tinge of alcohol permeating from his every pore. The bitter aromas of ethanol and this odd cold sweat had made her stomach contract and expand with the contents being pushed up her esophagus.

I bet you are. She said, trying to catch her breath as he held onto her with more force than she was used to. He pulled her closer and could feel a big erection in his pants. It would have been exciting if he weren't so damn cold. Alcohol constricts the blood vessels, she reasoned, it's just his blood circulation slowing down and the frigid January air.

Let me text you my address. Malcolm got out his Blackberry cell phone and asked her for her contact info. Once he procured the ten digit number he dutifully gave her the directions. I'll be waiting outside the indoor parking lot for you. He grabbed a hold of her head with both hands and kissed her on the lips. She made a move to slip him her tongue but couldn't get passed his teeth. He let go and happily told her Not now. Save it for later. With a salute he stumbled down north on Broadway toward his car on sixth. She turned around and headed to the parking lot in the rear of the Hi Dive.

She got into her red Sedan and waited for about fifteen minutes, listening to the new Death Cab for Cutie album on her MP3 player. After some thought she turned the ignition and pulled out of the parking space and onto Broadway, which is a one way street going south. With some deft maneuvering, she got onto Lincoln one block east and headed north toward the city.

When she got there he was standing in the parking garage next to his new white Volkswagen Rabbit as promised. She parked and got out and he seemingly floated toward her as if he were on a cloud. It was entrancing and when he got to her he kissed her on the forehead. I'm happy you got here safely. He looked her into the eyes. She never noticed how bright green they were until now. Any damage to be done should be done by me. He smiled and took her hand, leading her through the entrance and to an elevator on the right of the lobby. She was struck by the fantastic white and green paint job of the walls and the soft manila shag carpeting.

She decided to get him good and excited before they even got to the apartment and grabbed a hold of his crotch. He just stood there against the hallway wall, enjoying himself while she groped around his dick through the tight denim jeans he had on. He couldn't wait to get up to his room and get out her out of those hip hugging pants and t-shirt. She had left her black zip hoodie in her car.

Once they reached the fourth floor he led her by the hand toward room 430. He fumbled for his keys like a drunken, horny frat boy and opened his front door. To her amazement she could see that he barely had any furniture. All that was present was a thirty two inch flat screen TV supported by a blue milk crate and a small black futon.

Sarah cringed. You have a bed, right?

Malcolm pulled her toward him and wrapped his body around hers; again her breath was taken away by the embrace. Of course I do. His lips locked with hers. And it's a nice bed too. He paused. I'm not sure if my roommate is here though. He went down the dimly lit hallway and knocked on the second door on the left. After about a minute of heavy pounding he turned back toward Sarah and laughed. He's a low level office assistant for a big shot lawyer. Probably out of town helping sue God knows who.

Sarah smiled.

Malcolm took off his navy blue sport coat with all the band buttons and threw it on the futon in the large living area. Without the coat she could see just how skinny he actually was. He looked borderline anorexic and she could imagine his hip bones poking her in her legs during sex. The thought gave her shivers.

So where's the bedroom? Sarah asked. The place looked like they'd just moved in, except there were not boxes to be seen. The only sign of wealth was the flat screen and about six or seven Blu Ray DVD's on the floor.

Um... Malcolm was at a loss. Don't you want to do anything else first? Are you sure you want to go straight into there? He didn't necessarily object to the idea but it was a first. Usually he had to work for these sorts of things. The fun of it was the chase (at least that’s what he told himself when the other party wasn’t as eager as he was at that particular point in time). He liked to romance a little, he wanted to feel like a gentlemen before he got his dick wet.

Nope, I felt what was down there and I'm all excited now. She blew him a kiss. He smiled in response. Do you have any rope or anything that could be used as rope? She asked.

You want to be tied up? He asked cautiously. Although after a second of thought he seemed to get excited by the idea.

No. She said, her grin grew into a straight and serious face. It's for you. She walked over to him and put her right hand on his cold, pale face. It sent electric shocks throughout her, like biting into an electric eel. She had to pull away before she went into little convulsions.

But... Malcolm said, disappointed. I like being on top. He looked very disappointed in the idea. She would have none of it though.

Sarah came closer and grabbed his balls through his pants and held on tightly, making him get harder than he already was. You want to fuck me right? She whispered into his ear.

Malcolm gulped a bubble of air and nodded his head nervously without saying a word. He wanted some tonight and he was willing to do whatever it took to procure it. It’s just that this was going a little fast for him.

Then I'm in control. She said. Malcolm accepted these terms and showed her the way to his bed room down the hall. Once inside she was pleasantly taken aback by all the electronics he had in his room. iPhones and Droids littered the top of his dresser drawer, there were two big, expensive looking laptops on the floor, Dell and Hewlett Packard respectively, and he had a nice bed like he said he did. It was a queen sized mattress with a fine white silk looking comforter that was so thick it could've passed for a mattress itself. She saw potential in the electronics and was happy that he was at least worth the trip over. There had to be about a grand worth of stuff in this room. The thought made her wet down where the sun never shined, that is of course unless she had a job that involved fucking on the beach or something, exceptions can be made.

Malcolm left the room in search of something that could be used as a restraint and came back a few minutes later grinning and dangling two pairs of shiny metallic handcuffs in the air with his left hand. Will these work?

Sarah smiled and clasped her hand over her mouth. Yeah! Where did you get them?

I killed a highway patrolman and stole them from his belt. His happy demeanor did not waver. Sarah took it as a joke. She went over to Malcolm and retrieved the cuffs from his hands. He lifted them high above his head, out of her reach. She played along and jumped up to nab them, but every time she did he would raise them higher and higher above. Getting annoyed she put her hands to her side and grunted. Malcolm's smile turned upside down and he gave her the two pairs of restraints out of apology. She placed them on the bed and began to undress. Malcolm followed suit and was naked before she was. Sarah paused in the middle of taking her panties off and was aghast by the size of his genital region. He looked uncomfortably big and she wondered what she would do once she had cuffed him to the bed.

Would she sleep with him?

Could she sleep with him?

She wouldn't sleep with him. She was here for a reason and it wasn't to fuck a well endowed pale skinny white boy hipster. Even his dick and balls were whitish in hue. A major turn off if she had ever seen one.

Well? Malcolm said, waving down toward his private area where there was a thick patch of groomed black pubic hair covering the surrounding area his unmentionables. What do'ya think?

Sarah had to think fast to keep the momentum going.I think you are the most perfect man I've ever come across! She lied. Get on the bed. Malcolm did as he was told and climbed onto the queen sized mattress and laid down on his back. He smiled and extended his arms toward the poles on the head board and kept them there. Sarah went over to one side and slapped on the cuffs, they made a loud scraping clink against the wood when she did so. She made sure they were tight enough where he wouldn't be able to wriggle out. As if his big hands could even do such a thing. Big men were good for certain reasons some times. She went to the other side of the bed and did the same to his other wrist. Malcolm's erection was rigid and sticking way out into the open.

The key to the cuffs are in my pants pocket. He cooed.

Sarah picked up her panties and put them back on. Whatever drunk facade she had been playing was completely gone now. She hastily began getting her clothes off the floor.

What are you doing? Malcolm asked, confused. I thought we were going to...

No. She said matter of factly as she got her shirt up off the floor and held them with the rest of her effects. I'm not here to fuck you. She turned toward him and smiled. You have a lot of nice things in this room. I was worried when I saw your living room but as it turns out, this trip wasn't a waste after all.