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I married a vampire!

I was looking for fun - and I found it!


Published by: Laura Hinton and Tammy Hughes
Published on: 25 October 2012

All day long I'd been running around like a headless chicken. Now, finally, the school lunches had been made and I was done for the day.
‘Are you coming to bed?' I asked my hubby Richard.
‘Soon,' he grunted.
Sighing, I trudged upstairs to bed alone. It was sad, but we'd drifted apart. I was so lonely.
Curling up in bed, I grabbed my favourite book, Dracula. I'd read it countless times, but it was my form of escapism - I was swept up in the tale of love, intrigue, and passion.
‘You're obsessed,' Richard said, rolling his eyes at me as
he climbed into bed. ‘Love like that doesn't exist.'
‘How would you know?'
I snapped. Tears stung my eyes as he just rolled over. We weren't living, just existing.
The next day, I waved Dominic, 17, and Sebastian, 14, off to school. Then, after working my way through the ironing, I decided to go online. Maybe I could find some other mums who were feeling lonely too.
Before long, I stumbled across MeetYourMessenger.com, a site for people wanting to meet pen pals. So I created a profile and uploaded a picture of myself in my favourite black satin gown. ‘Do you have to wear that again?' Richard groaned the last time I wore it.
‘You're so mean,' I'd whispered. He'd never understood my taste in clothes. Yes, it was old-fashioned, but it was also beautiful.
I love gothic books, films and music, I wrote. Get in touch if you do, too.
A month passed and I hadn't found anyone interesting. I was about to delete my profile when I got a message from someone called Vampire Kain. Hmm, could be interesting, I thought.
‘Love the look,' he'd written. ‘You sound like fun...' So I clicked on his photo.
Wow! I gasped. A real vampire! My heart thundered
as I took in his pale skin, long dark hair and gothic clothes.
He was just like Dracula...
I sent back a reply and soon our messages were flying to and fro. His real name was Gary
and he was 12 years younger than me. He realised he was a vampire when he was in his early 20s.
‘I was in a goth club when a couple asked me if I knew I was a vampire,' he wrote. ‘Suddenly, everything made sense - I'd always had a fascination with blood and all things gothic.
‘I don't know what you'll think about this, but I really want to find a donor,' he admitted.
I felt a shiver of passion. Most women would run a mile at the very thought, but there was something about Gary. His way with words, his look, his view on things - they were all so similar to mine. I felt such a connection.
Soon, we'd agreed to meet.
When the time came, I was surprised by how nervous I felt.
‘Just popping to the shops,' I told Richard.
‘Okay,' he grunted, his head stuck in a newspaper.
Half an hour later, I was walking towards Gary, trembling with nerves. I hadn't felt like that since... well, never.
I was a married woman, yet this complete stranger gave me goose bumps.
‘You look so young,' I gasped. He was dressed all in black.
‘Well, you're even better in the flesh,' he grinned. I'd worn the black gown from my photo. I couldn't even speak properly - he had such power over me.
‘Thank you...' I stuttered. Later, in a bar, we chatted about anything and everything. He was quite a normal guy really, with a steady office job.
He also loved to read and spent his spare time playing computer games, like most other guys!
After a few drinks, I trudged home. Tears pricked my eyes. Gary had made me feel so alive. Now, walking through the front door, I felt all the life inside me drain away.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking about Gary. So, when he suggested meeting at a hotel a few days later, I couldn't say no.
After we made love, Gary ran kisses up my arm.
‘Take my blood,' I whispered. His eyes lit up and he leant over for his scalpel blade. ‘It's been sterilised,' he told me, before adding. ‘You don't have to do this.' But every part of me wanted to.
Like he needed feeding, I needed him, to have him drink in every part of me - literally.
‘Do it,' I urged.So he placed the blade on the inside of my arm. It felt so cold, yet erotic and intimate. As he sliced in to my arm, I felt a tingle as the blood spilt. Then he put his lips to my arms. His eyes closed with lust and desire swept over me.
‘This is amazing,' I whispered. Afterwards, Gary held me in his arms, his lips tinged red.
‘You're incredible,' he smiled. Part of me felt so excited, so alive. The other was fraught with guilt. I knew I had to confront Richard with the truth - although I left out the bit about Gary being a vampire.
‘I've been having an affair, Richard,' I sobbed. ‘I don't love you anymore...'
He was shocked, but begged me not to leave. ‘We can live in separate bedrooms,' he cried. ‘Stay, if not for me, for the boys.'
That tugged on my heart.
I loved them so much, so I said yes. But that didn't mean I stopped seeing Gary.
He'd intoxicated me and I needed him, craved him. So we met up in secret. He even bought a flat nearby.
‘I want you here with me always,' he'd beg, his fingers tracing the thin scabs on my arms from where he'd cut me. They always disappeared within a few days, but I didn't mind them being there.
‘I want that, too,' I sighed. ‘We're all miserable.'
‘Demand a divorce,' he begged. ‘We have to be together.'
As much as I didn't want to break up my family, I knew he was right. So a year after meeting Gary, I divorced Richard.
Twelve months later, me and Gary were on holiday in Bulgaria when he proposed. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!
We wed at Archbishop's Palace in Maidstone. As I walked down the aisle in my white satin gown, I looked at my vampire and realised I'd never been happier. ‘I love you,' he whispered.
Later, we cut our cake and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle.
‘They haven't noticed,' I chuckled. Not many people knew of our lifestyle, so we hadn't gone overboard. But I'd made the cake myself. On top were two little figures with blood dripping from their mouths.
‘Our little secret,' Gary grinned.
Now, we've been together for four years. Despite what people think, me and Gary don't turn into bats at night. We go to Tesco like everybody else and Gary, 36,
wears a suit to work. You'd never know he has a false set of fangs.
Gary still drinks my blood as and when he needs it. There's no set routine but sometimes it's once a week, other times once a month. He cuts my neck, shoulder blades, back and arms.
People might think we're bonkers but for us, it's very normal. A love like the ones you read about in books does exist - we're living proof of that.
Jenny Cooper, 48, Maidstone, Kent